Chapter 2 – Sealing the Deal

Man, does this chapter not get less dumb.

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Audrey was fucking stupid.

The mushroom had magic components. That was how it was able to manipulate her body and make her aroused at the least convenient moments. Little of what it did conformed to the basic laws of science, which meant it was enchanted.

And where could she go to remove all magical side effects? That was right, the damn Enchanted Lake.

The fact that it had taken her this long to think of that made her despair for herself. That was why she didn't masturbate regularly – it hampered her decision-making process, obviously. Made her stupid and dull but now she wouldn't have to worry about it.

It was a true undertaking to carve free time out of her schedule but Audrey was a determined fucker if nothing else, so she managed. It was less fun to ride the moped Ben had gotten her (pink, with his and hers helmets to symbolize his love for her) in a skirt without panties, but Audrey managed that too with some strategic tucking that kept the material in place as she drove to the peaceful retreat.

Naturally, the fact that there was only a thin layer of fabric between herself and the damn vibrating seat got her worked up before she even arrived, to the point where Audrey definitely had a wet spot on the back of her skirt, but whatever, it wasn't like she had company to worry about anyway.

She made her way down the path, aching and warm, new slick smearing down her inner thighs. She could feel herself swell, knew she was aching to be filled but that wasn't going to be a problem for much longer. She wasn't trained in mystical arts by any means, but even she could feel the magic lingering in the air as she drew closer to the lake, a sort of electricity that made the hair rise on the back of her neck.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the mushroom could sense the magical properties of the lake as well, because it seemed to react to it, stirring up new heat and-

"Fuck," Audrey hissed, her legs crumbling beneath her as she was hit with a sudden surge of heat. It left her sprawled, legs wide and inviting as she rocked through the sensation, glaring at the lake that was maybe five feet from her. The back of her dress had hiked up too so she was actually sitting in the soft dirt that surrounded the lake, which was fucking gross, not that she could manage to care because the mushroom chose that moment to start gushing relentlessly.

"Fuck. Fuck," Audrey groaned, curling her hands around her knees so she wouldn't reach under her skirt and finger herself in public. Even if this was a private area, she wasn't taking any damn chances. She did her best to drive in a roundabout way, but paparazzi were fickle beasts and they loved to catch her on a bad day, and this was about as unideal as it got.

"Come on," she snapped, biting her lip as each burst sent waves of pleasure washing through her. She knew it was the mushroom for the most part, but some of her juices were mixed in, unsurprising with this much stimulation.

It took a few minutes before the mushroom finally stopped, leaving Audrey panting, taking in small gasps of air as her groin quivered with remnants of want.

Ugh, that was not fun. But luckily, it was also something she wouldn't have to deal with much longer.

At least, that was her thought until she felt the first brush of something soft and squishy against her groin.

Startled, Audrey hiked her skirt up, to hell with potential photographers, and froze when she saw what appeared to be a small cluster of mushrooms growing between her legs, literally springing to life. They hadn't been there before, and belatedly she realized that they looked like the mushroom she had put inside her, that they- they must have grown from the stupid juices, using the Enchanted Lake water and magic in the air.

There were flowers too – pink, full-petaled things that she'd never seen before (and Audrey was fluent in the language of flowers, she was heir to the Rose Throne, for fuck's sake), but Audrey was less concerned by those than she was the damn mushroom that seemed determined to grow into her.

"I think the fuck not," Audrey hissed, trying to pull herself away with her hands, but mushrooms were blossoming around her legs, stupidly strong, unyielding things, the wide heads pinning her down to the ground with her legs spread like an open invitation.

Of fucking course.

Whatever, they might be wily but so was she, and she wasn't going to lose to some dumb plants. Even when she felt her mushroom spread herself wide, swelling higher in an open sort of eagerness, Audrey shifted, moving enough so that the new, thick mushroom continued to grow under her. Hah, take that.

Of course she was still pinned, so she'd have to figure that situation out, but maybe a few well-placed applications of force-

She was so focused with the mushrooms that she completely missed the damn flower until the first one was unfurling next to her throbbing groin, the plant moving towards her eagerly until its petals seem to caress Audrey with a warm lick.

It was the best way she could describe it. Audrey jolted, felt herself pulse in appreciation, and then the flower ducked in again, its wet petals clamping down on the top and bottom of her groin until they could drag together in a slow, sucking movement that made her shiver with pleasure.

It was- it was-

Eating her, it seemed, with wet, warm movements that felt delightful. Unwillingly, she found herself rocking into the stimulation, her head thrown back in a gasp, and that was before something seemed to slither from the middle of the plant, something wet and thick that eagerly lapped at her throbbing folds, moving in a relentless tease that left Audrey crooning.

She was being eaten out by a plant. A plant she and the dumb mushroom had created together was eating her out and she loved it, wanted more of it when she should be horrified.

She tried to reach for it on principal, maybe to tug the flower away, and found her wrists tangled in some of the new vines that were steadily growing around her.

Fuck, she was actually stuck.

Another small blossom unfurled near her groin, and she could only hold her breath as it settled around her clit, happy to suck and tease at the sensitive nub until it swelled with appreciation, Audrey gasping when she felt herself spread wider, felt the plant lick deeper.

She wouldn't lie and say she hadn't thought about this. It was always Ben though, doing the pleasuring. Ben who got a little too beastly, who lost control of himself and pinned her down to his bed, whining as he nuzzled against her. He'd be bashful but eager to slide off her panties, would be happy to eat her out, sending her proud looks every once and a while because his mouth would be full, consumed with pleasuring her.

The daydream did not help her current predicament. It only worked her up more, allowed the flower to lick deeper. Audrey's breath caught when it seemed to get thicker, though the stalk wasn't substantial enough to properly fuck her.

She should push her skirt down, try to hide this lewd sight to save some kind of dignity, but the material seemed to be caught in the growing number of mushrooms and a few thick vines that seemed to be growing as well. One seemed to grow at the small of her back, large enough to be a pillow, and it urged her forward, coaxing her deeper onto the flower. The thing was happy to suck and lap at her, releasing vulgar noises that shouldn't get her worked up nearly as much as they did.

"Come on," Audrey panted as she continued to get pushed forward, her knees bending but ankles trapped in place, contorting her in a stupid position. "Come on-"

She gasped, because in all her shifting, her rear had raised some, and now she could feel the familiar wet petals of a flower growing underneath her.

"Fuck no," Audrey hissed, struggling with renewed efforts, but she couldn't stop the thing from lapping at her entrance, could do nothing but shiver at the lewd swirl of wet petals that teased her puckered ring of muscle until it was twitching under the heated slime left in its wake.

Fucking hell. Audrey had fallen far, but only real sluts did anal. That was a rule before she even knew what anal was, and now her butt was getting licked by a plant, and-

Tongue. Pressing inside her and then spinning with a prolonged sort of torture before it started to thrust itself in and out. Which was- it was disgusting, obviously. It was the damn worst. It-

The flower that had been eating her out fell away without warning, leaving Audrey twitching and leaking into the open air. She was confused by this until she started shivering, legs twitching as pulses of want coursed through her, which shouldn't- it shouldn't be happening, but-

Ah, fucking hell, she liked having her butt licked. And she knew this now because that was the only thing stimulating her. Her legs were pushed up and her groin was on open display, throbbing relentlessly as the flower teased her without rest.

She got shoved forward again as a sort of insult to injury. She was sprawled out on her back now, her thighs pressed to her chest and ankles pinned awkwardly to the ground as a new flower licked at her twitching entrance. It would be a terrible sight for anyone to look on, her arms pinned above her head, though Audrey could hardly care because then the flower was being replaced by a mushroom.

And it was a fucking thick one. Big, unyielding, though it squished as it worked its way inside her, pushing inside her ass in slow but determined nudges. She wasn't surprised when new flowers grew and started lapping at the juices that freely spilled from her swollen vulva, licking and teasing and wiggling themselves with a vengeance.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Audrey panted, feeling herself get pushed deeper onto the mushroom, feeling it thicken. She was taking it up the ass and it felt fucking great. And that was before it started shifting, the thick mushroom head seeming to swell inside her before it was dragged down. The movements were slow, torturous, but then it was getting shoved back in again, it was-

She was getting fucked by a mushroom.

That was the life of Audrey Rose, crown princess of Auroria and Ulstead. She was getting sexually pleasured by plants and some would likely consider it poetic justice, or maybe irony, since Auroria was known for its lovely plant life. It would be fitting for her, someone who was so proud, to be taken apart by damn foliage.

She was moved again, but at least she felt the mushrooms trapping her ankles relent slightly enough so that her legs were free, at least. She scrambled for purchase, wasn't sure where she was going until she found herself sitting up, mushrooms growing high behind her.

She didn't pay it much mind until she found herself getting lifted off the ground, until-

Until all of her weight was sitting on the mushroom, urging it deep inside her, ripping a groan from her throat. That was bad enough, but then it started shifting, starting moving forcefully enough that she was bouncing on the damn thing, shuddering at the delicious scrapes of pleasure it sent through her as she clutched and slid on the thick stalk.

"Ah- ah," Audrey panted, her trapped wrists curled in front of her chest. She planted her feet on the ground, desperately trying to maintain some kind of balance but only just barely hanging on. She was at the edge of the water now but could do nothing for it, trapped between a mushroom and some hungry flowers that had her coming every few minutes.

"Please," Audrey croaked, panic spiking through her chest when she felt the mushroom stretch wider. "I can't- please stop."

She didn't expect it to work, but then again, she rarely used manners with the stupid plants. Apparently that had been what she was missing all along.

A pulse found her stumbling to her feet, the flowers retreating back to the ground but the mushroom-

That had come with her, was still sticking out of her as she stumbled forward, into the shallows. She'd fumble for it if her damn hands weren't tied together. As it was, she gratefully pushed into the water, getting just deep enough so that when she collapsed, the water went up to her stomach.

There, problem solved. She had survived the trial.

Except not, she realized. Because it wasn't until she got into the water that she remembered that the effects of the lake had made the mushrooms grow, not disappear, and she knew that not because of the trial she had just suffered, but because of the way the mushroom inside her – both of them – seemed to surge to life.

The one inside her vagina was the most noticeable because it had been so small, but now it was huge, stretching her wide until she croaked, but then it was growing, growing out- and she shoved her palms against it to keep it inside (which worked for like three seconds until it decided to grow deeper into her before it popped out and kept growing, until it was a trembling, thick thing reminiscent of a dick, complete with a stupid bulbed head and the water made it swell-

The mushroom behind Audrey had already been thick, so it contented itself with stretching deeper. She felt it shove against her entrance, stretching it wide until she thought she was going to burst before she felt the bulb head pop out of her. She expected that to keep going too, but it seemed contented to fan itself out flat, covering her entrance and safely anchoring itself there, which- no.

"Fucking hell," Audrey grumbled as she shoved herself back to the feet. The mushroom tented in the wet material of her skirt, making her look like she had an erection. She could feel the damn thing pulsing, practically singing with the magical water she had dumped on it.

Shit.

She took a wide path around the plants she had inadvertently grown as she twisted her wrist bindings off of her. She had felt so clever coming here, but of course she had actually made things worse. She needed to figure out how to get rid of these damn things, but if the water that normally stripped magical effects only made them stronger, did she need to find water that increased latent magic? Or would that make things worse yet again?

"Fucking whatever," Audrey grumbled as she sat herself down on a fallen long. She needed to milk the stupid mushroom between her legs if she wanted a chance at getting back to school in one piece. It was stupid, pumping her hand up and down beneath the sodden material of her skirt, but it needed to be done. Enough friction and it would start spurting same as usual.

And it did, just not the same as usual, because instead of unloading onto the ground, she could feel the mushroom release bursts of slick deep inside her.

It had her clutching around the mushroom reflexively, around both of them, but it didn't stop. Even when she slowed down her hand, the mushroom seemed content to keep thrashing, unloading itself into her as it steadily shrank.

In the end Audrey just sort of sat there, thrashing as she pressed a hand against her stomach. Like everything else this felt good, but she also felt full. None of it was gushing back out, same as usual, so it all just seemed to settle in her core.

She had to tease the mushroom the rest of the way into her until her plant dick was gone, but at that point she just felt hot and wet and completely exhausted. The last thing she wanted to do was retreat to her moped and sit on the stupid mushroom that was still humming inside her while worrying about when (or if) the goo she'd just absorbed would decide to leave her body.

She needed to get back to school. She needed to change. She needed a damn nap, but she probably wasn't getting one, so she'd settle for the change of clothes.

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When Audrey changed in the rest stop bathroom, she attempted to milk the thick mushroom that was nestled between her cheeks, wondering if it operated by the same logic as the other.

It did not, and proceeded to fuck her in retaliation, shrinking and growing until Audrey collapsed naked on a damn public toilet, leaking her own juices but none of the gushing torrent that had been thrust inside her.

On the bright side, the acquisition of butt mushroom seemed to make her first mushroom more agreeable to panties, so at least Audrey could wear those again. That was enough of a victory that she was willing to take it.

Like, it wasn't great, but it was something.

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It took until the next morning for Audrey to discover where the extra slime went.

She realized this due to an uncomfortable weight in her chest, an added pressure that seemed to push against her. Normally she was distracted by her groin in the morning, but that day she felt painfully aware of her nipples, which seemed to twinge in frustration as they brushed against the soft material of her nightgown.

And then she opened her eyes.

Her boobs had grown. They were- they had ballooned from perfectly proportional mounds to these dumb spheres that jutted out like a calling card. She had felt like a slut before, but now she looked the damn part.

"No," Audrey hissed, storming to her bathroom to get a better look at things. Yep, still too big. "No."

Maybe she needed to milk them?

That led to five unpleasant minutes of pinching and massaging the full mounds, her nipples stupidly swollen and hard. Her efforts seemed to make no difference but she did manage to orgasm once, which meant that on top of being huge, they were now stupidly sensitive.

Fucking hell.

She couldn't fit them into any of her normal bras. She tried out one of the sets her grandmother sent her and was relieved when they deigned to squish inside, even though they didn't seem happy about the prospect. She always felt two seconds from bursting out of the thin material, but at least she looked right.

Like her day couldn't get worse.

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The new mushroom was a problem.

It didn't fall out like Audrey hoped it would. She had some understandable concerns but it seemed like her new acquisition was a polite thing that moved aside so she could use the bathroom but was stubbornly there otherwise, which was a bit of a problem.

It tended to fuck her twice a day, never with any discernable pattern. It would often leak, buzz against her entrance to get her warm and flushed before it started moving in earnest. Usually it happened at night, but sometimes it happened during class. One notable time it happened during cheerleading practice, which had been so distracting Audrey had been forced to pass off leadership to her assistant cheer captain in a self-proclaimed 'test'.

She worried about evidence of these actions showing through her clothes, but the lingerie her grandmother sent seemed to be enchanted. They didn't show through any wetness – either from herself or the mushroom, though that didn't stop her from feeling it, from it building up until it squished in uncomfortable pools.

Ugh, her life was so dumb, but at least she didn't have to masturbate as much during school – that was a bright side. The only bright side.

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"What is that?" Doug asked one day, peering through the door of Audrey's extra closet because of course in her rush to make sure things were perfect for her and Doug's study date, she hadn't shut the door properly.

But whatever, Audrey was the master of grace under pressure. "A massage chair," she explained with a shrug, keeping her eyes on her work. "It's good for stress relief, but not, you know, the prettiest thing in the world, so I keep it out of sight."

"Oh," Doug said, his default response when he was processing things.

Audrey thought that would be that, but she couldn't help but notice his gaze flickering back towards the door almost compulsively, like he couldn't help it. For a moment Audrey worried that he might be able to um- smell the remnants of her misdeeds, but Audrey took the challenge of completely erasing all evidence of her unsavory activities very seriously. She disinfected, cleaned, and deodorized with a ferocity that could only be commended, which meant Doug's interest was due to other, non-secret grasping interests.

After a moment, she cleared her throat. "Would you like to try it out?"

Doug flinched hard enough to drop his pencil, cheeks flooding with the distinct warmth of being found out. "I- sorry. I mean-"

"Relax, Doug," Audrey urged, giving him a soft grin. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it. Come on."

She urged him up from their spots at the table and guided him into the closet, graceful and lovely and cool as a cucumber, and you wouldn't even know her heart was racing if you didn't look at her.

"Sorry," Doug repeated, getting all flustered. "I've um- seen them before, but I've never used one."

Likely because Hanover didn't believe in such indulgent goods, so they wouldn't import them into any of their stores.

"It's okay," Audrey said, going through the very small selection of remote options that were for the basic massage functions. The basic no-sex massage functions. She selected the male option, because apparently there was a difference, and motioned for Doug to take a seat. "I'm happy to satisfy your intellectual curiosity. Just don't mess with the remote, okay? It's finicky."

"Okay." Doug offered her a small smile as he settled into the chair.

Audrey hit the start button when he seemed ready, then tucked the remote into the back pocket, where he wouldn't be tempted to mess with it. She really didn't want to explain her sex chair to the guy she was wooing, and sure, she could be playing with fire right now, but this seemed harmless enough.

"Call if you need anything," Audrey said with a wink, retreating back to her room. "And have fun."

"T-Thanks, Audrey," Doug said, his voice bouncing due to the chair's soft vibrations.

Well, at least one normal thing could come from it.

Audrey purposefully set her mind on her homework, making notes that she thought might be helpful for Doug's Academic Decathlon studies so she could avoid worrying about Doug's innocent use of the massage chair. She had the settings right, she was pretty sure nothing would go wrong, but with the way her life had been going, she wouldn't be surprised if that all went up in flames.

As though to taunt her, the mushroom between her cheeks started oozing its warm goo, making her tingle and shiver before it attempted something it had never done before and started growing out of her. She only knew this because she could feel the back of her panties pulling away from her skin, the back of the waistband beginning to dip low, pulling down her rear.

"Hey, stop," she hissed, glaring behind her as she rose to her feet in a totally normal fashion. The mushroom didn't seem to act up around Doug that much save for the rare occasion, but it never lasted long due to the attention she gave it during her downtime.

But now it was definitely growing, pushing out and pulling the fabric of her panties tight against her groin until it was plastered close. The digging tugs sparked a swell of excitement in her, a thing she did not need, the fabric rubbing tight against her clit to send pleasureful waves through her.

Of all the damn days to test out wearing normal panties.

She shot her gaze to the door, which she had definitely shut behind her for Doug's privacy, before she risked reaching up under her skirt. She fumbled for the back mushroom, which managed to pop completely out of her underwear, pushing the garment low on her butt, before she got a hand on it. For lack of a better plan, Audrey used both hands to try and pull the thing out. When that failed, and she didn't know how much time Doug had left on his timer, she turned back to her chair and used her weight to shove the damn thing back in.

Which worked, thrusting the mushroom back deep inside her, but it had the unexpected consequence of making the other mushroom, the one nestled between her folds, expand exponentially.

Audrey hadn't been expecting it, could only choke on a gasp when it seemed to burst from her, shoving against her panties before it just kept going, pushing the silky material of her underwear down her legs completely when it extended a foot, then two, then passed the end of her skirt until her panties were definitely at her ankles and it was definitely scraping against the ground.

Fucking hell.

Before Audrey could do anything, she sort of felt her folds move to clutch around the long stalk. She twitched, hungry, then seemed to- to almost eat the mushroom until it was slowly but surely getting dragged back into her, shrinking and rutting deep inside.

Shit. She was too wet by the time it shrank, and she needed to get her dumb underwear back on before Doug got the wrong idea-

"A-Audrey?" Doug called, as though on cue, the half-dwarf sounding flustered. "I um- I need help, please."

Of course he did.

Audrey kicked her panties under the table and got moving, shoving open the closet to see Doug in a terribly embarrassed state, his legs pinned against the chair due to the pressure from the stirrups, which had likely kept him from reaching for the remote himself.

The chair also seemed to have greatly picked up in vibrating intensity since they last parted, so much so that Doug was shaking, which probably wouldn't have been as much of a problem if the bulk of the vibrations hadn't been centered on the seat.

So yeah, Doug was packing a semi, and seemed entirely flustered by this.

"Shit, sorry," Audrey cursed, fumbling for the remote. "This thing can be so stupid sometimes-"

"N-Not your fault," Doug gasped. "It's um- mine more than an-anything else. I mean- p-puberty, you know?"

Yes, Audrey knew very well.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Audrey assured him as she tried to interrupt the function. When that failed, she hit the power button instead. "That's a perfectly natural response."

"R-Right," Doug said, catching his breath when the chair at last came to a halt. "S-Still, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you definitely don't have anything to apologize for," Audrey said as she tugged him out of the room. "That thing's a weird prototype model Ben got for me. The seat's supposed to massage lymph nodes or whatever, I don't know what they were thinking." She sighed, painfully aware of the fact that she was standing next to an aroused Doug. "So um… would you like help with that?"

Doug twitched – not in horror, he just seemed surprised. "Y-You want to? I mean- me?"

He pointed to himself, beyond flustered.

"Yes," Audrey said, giving him a gentle smile. "You're cute and sweet and I would like to help you if you feel comfortable with it."

"I'd be comfortable," Doug said, flushing when he realized how that sounded. "I mean- I just- you shouldn't feel obligated-"

"Trust me," Audrey said, dragging him over to the bed. "I definitely don't."

She nudged him down and felt a thrill of triumph surge through her at the way he was spread out, flushed and wanting, waiting for her. It was a look she had only ever imagined from Ben, one she felt satisfied gaining now, because it was Doug, and Doug liked her for her brain more than he did her kingdom.

She intended to go slow, but when he looked like that, it was hard. She found herself undoing his belt in deft movements, shoving his pants and underwear out of the way so she could get a good look at him while he squeaked and-

Damn, he was big. She ached for it.

All thoughts of taking it slow left her mind as she fumbled for her side table, removing the implements her grandmother had sent to her just in case.

"A-Audrey," Doug said, gaze widening as she tore into a condom. "You don't have to-"

"Want to," Audrey said, savoring the way it slid onto him, seemed to stretch around him. So thick. "But if you don't-"

"I do," Doug said. "I do a lot."

"Then we're perfect," Audrey said, squirting on just enough lubricant to get him slick before she settled in his lap, letting her skirt mask their efforts as she sank onto him.

"O-Oh," Doug moaned. "I um- I thought I'd- it doesn't hurt?"

"Nope," Audrey sighed, grinning at the feel of him. "Feels fucking great."

"Audrey," Doug whined, hips twitching slightly. "I- this is-"

"Special," Audrey finished for him, putting his hands on her hips. "It's special, Doug. This is for us."

Yeah, that seemed like the sappy kind of nonsense Ben would have appreciated.

This wasn't how she pictured it – losing her virginity. She never thought she would give it to Doug of all people, but at least in this, she could be sure that he appreciated the immensity of the situation. He wouldn't take her for granted. He wouldn't count her as a conquest.

He would treasure her, and she found that was what she wanted, to be appreciated, savored.

So it wasn't scary to have sex with Doug because she trusted him. Knew that the moment was special, could feel each twitch of him inside her, could hear each croon and-

Yeah, maybe it wasn't slow and steady like she'd intended, but it was still good.

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Endnotes:

Thank you guys for the feedback! It's always a comfort to know that no matter how crazy this train gets, there will still be passengers! Audrey and Doug were a combo I certainly weren't expecting, but they seem to balance each other out surprisingly well :)

Story notes:

Maybe the reason Audrey took so long to get to the Enchanted Lake is because I forgot about the Enchanted Lake again, as is my way, lol.

Until next time :)