Plants wanna be as close to the sun as they can!

Well, she'll have an easier time ruling over the forest now! (And spreading spores for that matter, hoo boy...)

Title blatantly stolen from , who also wrote a neat short story to go with it!

“Hey, no! Bring that back!” The landscaper cried, starting after the huge bulbed plant that was Linnaea. A vine swiped at his feet, tripping him neatly and letting the floral thief slip into the woods. Linn cackled, clutching the supple bag of fertilizer to her chest as she cantered through the undergrowth. Once satisfied she had lost the hapless fellow, she held her prize out and studied it. “Miracle-Gro. all purpose growing compost,” it read, images of happy flowers printed near the bottom. Fishing into her cleavage, she tugged out the little bottle she managed to snatch with a vine before her getaway. “All purpose plant food,” this one said.

And to think that low-life was going to waste these fine products on mere potted flowers! Linnaea scoffed, glad she liberated such a commodity from such undeserving hands. Twisting the cap off, she took a curious whiff. To her pleasant surprise, the liquid didn’t smell horrible. A little hint of ammonia, but nothing too strong. Glancing conspiratorily about, she raised the bottle to her mouth and sipped it. “...not half bad,” she muttered, having another drink. Replacing the cap, Linn slid the bottle back between her cleavage and continuing on her way.

Rounding a bend, the alraune waddled face-first into an insolent hanging branch, dropping the sack of Miracle-Gro. Grumbling and rubbing her poor cheek, she took a step and nearly ran into another stick. “What in the world...” she muttered, glancing around her. The trees seemed...smaller. Significantly. Had she wandered into a freshly planted section of the forest? She cast around for the dropped bag of fertilizer, but it was nowhere to be seen. Annoyed, Linnaea twisted around to look behind her--and realized there her bulb was a lot bigger than it should be. Her vision was nearly eclipsed by soft green plantstuff. Her comfortably rotund stomach growled unhappily, and her brow furrowed, unhappy with all of these odds goings-on.

Linnaea felt something odd going on under her flowery bottom. She started to feel...full. Stuffed, even. Reaching down with a vine, she groped around for the source of the weird sensation. The tendril wrapped around some object and brought it up for her to inspect. It was...a large, empty bag of Miracle-Gro, the last of the compost trickling out of a rip in its side and falling onto her bosom. Linn watched, mystified, as her boobs immediately absorbed the dirt and shuddered, surging out several inches in mere moments. “Oh,” was all Linnaea could think to say as her entire lower half began to tremble. The alraune yelped as her plant-butt blimped out in all directions, thumping against the trees on either side of the path. She ducked and covered her head as she was pushed up into the foliage, inadvertently diving nose-first into her own cleavage.

Another violent spurt squished her bulb harder against the trunks. Linn could barely hear splintering of bark over the groans and churning of her body struggling to digest the vast quantity of absorbed wonder-fertilizer. Spitting out a leaf, she winced and squeezed herself tighter into the relative safety of her cushiony bust. Another burst of growth pushed her higher into the boughs of the poor trees. Somehow, amongst the intense attack on her senses--the discomfort in her tummy, the bark rubbing against her bulb, the twigs scratching at her hands--she felt a delicate trickle running between her boobs and down her belly. Digging a hand into her cleavage to investigate, she realized with a start that the liquid plant food was still stuck between her engorged boobs, and the pressure of swelling flesh managed to squeeze the fluid out of the not-quite-screwed-shut cap. The trembling in her body intensified, and the growth spurts became more frequent and intense. Each shuddering breath was accompanied by swelling in all directions, and Linnaea just helplessly moaned as she grew like a tubby sunflower. In her giant helpless state, she couldn’t even resist when one of her roots slipped into a pond and immediately began sucking it into her. Like a water balloon hooked up to a fully-cranked faucet, Linn’s tummy tumefied, pushing all obstacles aside with its sheer bloated girth.

Her head and shoulders burst out of the foliage, followed by her enormous glutted bust, large enough to classify as a small island in the sea of treetops. Birds in all directions scattered as her proud sloshing gut crested, and Linn’s jaw dropped at the sheer size of herself. “I...this...” she sputtered, leaning this way and that to take her new scale in. “This is...sensational!” Slipping her fingers under her rack, she couldn’t even heft the heavy endowments. “A size fit for a queen!” Looking around, a small smile formed at her lips as she took in her new domain. “Maybe more like an empress...”