Janelle cried out as the vine penetrated her again and again, holding her up, wrapping themselves around her as she writhed in pleasure. She felt herself moving but she didn't care, nor did she care about the other students, or the professor or the project anymore. There was only the pleasure, overwhelming everything and overtaking her senses completely. There was only this wonderful, strange mysterious plant that made her feel so good. She didn't care where it took her, only so long as it never let her go.