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 Crystal Garden



   Your day off seems boring and dull.  As you drive into the city, you see
an advertisement for the Botanical Gardens: "Newly discovered Plant species
from the deepest Amazon!!" the banner shouts; you have the time, why not.

   Tickets in hand, you join the last tour of the day; the tour guide is an
awful little Man; self important and prissy.  Along with at least a dozen
other people, you dutifully follow him as he points out exotic flowers and
Plants of every shape and color.  He stops at a small grove of pitcher
Plants; one of the few carnivorous species that feeds by trapping insects
and the occasional small bird and then dissolves them in it's little cup of
death soup...

   As the group wanders behind him, your eye catches a glimpse of a small
side-door; almost completely covered in greenery; slipping away, you
proceed towards it.

   A small sign in red reads "WARNING!!!  Do not enter: Plants
reproducing".

   Testing the door handle, you swing the wooden door open and slip past
it.

   Once through, you find yourself under a huge glass dome; hot and humid,
the glass is fogged up, filtering the light coming in and preventing you
from seeing what is outside.

   Looking around you, there are amazing growths; huge trees with thorns
adorning their thick trunks, vines that creep up towards the light using
anything they can to gain a foothold as they reach for the sun, giant
blossoms in every color of the rainbow; some as wide as dinner plates.

   You follow the small concrete pathway, stopping every so often to marvel
at the amazing variety of life hidden away here; vibrant pink petals that
radiate from a bright red center, cobalt blue leaves on a thorny twisted
vine; so many smells...  exotic and fragrant, if they could be captured you
could make a fortune in the perfume business.

   One smell in particular beckons to you; a heady, dizzying aroma... 
Letting your nose lead you, you push your way through some denser
vegetation until you are in a small clearing; at the center, a towering
trunk, covered in vines that wind their way around it's girth; from each
vine, thorns sprout.  From between the main trunk's roots, an amazing
flower stands.

   You slowly approach the Plant; the smell is definitely coming from the
flower.  It hangs from a thick green and red stalk about as round as your
arm.  About 3 feet in diameter and adorned with purple petals; in it's
center a large pink spadix about 2 feet long and a couple of inches around.
The smell entices you to come closer, until you are standing with your face
a few inches from the flower.  Studying it, you notice the spadix is
secreting a clear sticky fluid; bending over it, you sniff at it and
confirm that it is in fact the source of the enticing perfume.

   Strolling around the large trunk, you see that it has half a dozen or
more of these same blossoms, some of them 7 or 8 feet long and as round and
thick as a barrel, some red, some pink, but these are buds; still closed
shut, not open like the first flower.

   Back where you started, you study the flower more carefully; the purple
petals look so soft...  you reach out a finger and touch one...  It feels
like silk; soft, smooth and a little moist.  Caressing each petal with your
fingertips, you make sure to touch each one; finally you come to the spadix
in the middle.

   Timidly, you reach out with your right index finger and prod it; warm to
the touch, the clear fluid sticks to your finger.  You put it up to your
nose and sniff it; it makes you dizzy with desire, nothing in your life has
ever smelled this good.  You smile as your senses reel; a slight flush
comes over you...  you wonder what the fluid tastes like and slowly stick
out your pink little tongue; it's sweet, almost like honey, but with
something more subtle mixed in; an almost musky taste, maybe a bit like
wild mushrooms.

   A rush of blood flows through you and your skin starts to tingle; your
body flushes with a sudden rush of blood and hormones; the tiny hairs on
your skin stand up; the slight breeze that flows past you electrifies you,
sending amplified impulses through your nervous system.

   Flushed and trembling, you reach out and smear more of the fluid on your
finger; what looks like a teaspoon's worth and greedily suck it from your
finger; then another and another.

   Standing there with the alluring smell in your nose and the sweet taste
in your mouth, you realize you are quite sleepy; your body seems sluggish
and your limbs heavy.  Beneath your feet, a luscious carpet of green grass
awaits and you lie down, just for a moment; after all it is nearly closing
time and you are in the last tour group.

   A slight tickling sensation wakes you; it is quite dark.  Only the
moonlight shining on the massive glass dome provides any light.  Still
slightly woozy from your extended nap, you look at your watch; 11:34 p.m.
It's so late, you should find a way out...  the Gardens MUST be closed by
now....

   Slowly and a bit unsteady on your feet, you walk back towards the small
door by which you entered the dome.  Pushing and tugging on it, it stays
firmly closed.  Looking around, you see no other way out and after
exploring for a while, you realize you are stuck in here for the night.

   Trying to make the best of it, you return to the fascinating Plant with
its amazing flowers; at least you know the grass beneath the Plant is
comfortable and maybe you can sleep there until morning.

   Standing in front of the flower again, you realize that you are hungry;
you forgot to eat lunch.  Maybe there's some more nectar in the flower? 
Peering into it, sure enough there IS more, a LOT more.

   Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember a nature program
stating that flowers open up at night time and some pollinate by moonlight;
some are even able to produce pheromones that mimic those of female moths
to attract the males, who then visit the flowers, get covered in pollen,
then flit away to another flower to spread the seed....  No matter; you try
to use your fingers to scoop up the nectar, but it proves difficult.

   Somewhere deep inside your mind an urge overwhelms you, a voice
suggestively whispers...  "lick it!"....  "suck it!"...  It makes sense to
you; far more efficient than using your fingers.

   Lowering your head, you start to lick at the spadix....  far better! 
Now you can get at the nectar and you start to gorge yourself on it.  Your
mind drifts off for a while and when your attention returns, you find
yourself with your mouth and lips wrapped around the thick pink stalk. 
Sucking on the tip, you realize that the harder you suck, the more sweet
fluid is produced.  Taking more of the stalk in your mouth, you suck on it
harder, until it releases more of its precious fluid.

   Soon you are content; feeling quite full and happy, you lie down on the
carpet of grass and drift off into a fitful sleep.

   Your dreams are filled with wondrous things; giant trees that walk the
Earth, their roots limbs; sinuous vines that slither and pulse,
constricting their hosts like snakes.  Huge Plants with soft petals that
open to reveal razor sharp teeth!  Oversized pitcher Plants the size of
hot-tubs; naked Women swimming in them, slowly dissolving to bones before
your eyes; but your Plant....  the one you sleep beneath, keeps you safe;
it's soft petals caress your skin; it's thick pink spadix feeds you the
sticky, sweet nectar; it's vines surround you to protect you from harm.

   The dream makes you so happy and you stir slightly as the images flit
through your mind.  The petals surround you with their softness; their
intoxicating smell envelops you as they caress every inch of your skin. 
Fluttering over your body, they soothe you and their attentions make you
writhe and moan as they gently remove your clothes.....  What a dream!  you
think to yourself as you doze and shudder under their soft caresses.

   A tickling sensation wakes you; something is lightly brushing your nose.
Mouth open wide in a big yawn, you open your eyes...  The thick pink spadix
is inches from your face; suddenly, it plunges into your open mouth. 
Shrieking, you struggle, but to no avail; it is firmly lodged inside you.
Trying to stand, you thrash your legs around looking for traction, but the
weight and strength of the Plant is too much.

   Panicking, you try to bite the thick pink probe; the purple petals that
surround the spadix move like lightning; curling around your whole head,
they start to pull...to force you deeper; with inhuman strength, they force
your face further into the flower until your lips are tightly wrapped
around the very base of the fat spadix.

   Suddenly, everything is still.  Your heart rate slows and you regain
your composure; using your hands, you explore the stalk that the flower
sits atop; maybe you can snap it off?  With all your strength, you grasp it
with both hands and try to break it...  The whole Plant shakes violently;
the vines wrapped around the trunk of the Plant rear up and slither down,
wrapping themselves around your naked torso, arms and legs.

   The vines are covered in sharp thorns; wrapped around your limbs, you
can feel the thorns biting into your soft flesh.  Your mouth full of thick
sweet stalk, you begin to panic again as the pinpricks of pain shock you
into moving.....  But to no avail; you are held fast and soon you slow your
attempts at escape as you tire.

   As you calm down, the thorns on the vines retract just like a Cat's
claws do; the pinpricks of pain recede as the thorns withdraw.

   Your head is still held in a viselike grip; the petals wrapped tightly
around the back of your head.  As you stay impaled on the thick stalk, you
realize that the nectar's flavor is changing; no longer so sweet, but a
slightly salty taste starts to trickle down your throat.

   Gulping the warm salty fluid down, you start to feel a bit dizzy; your
thoughts wander and strange images fill your head, almost as if they are
being "inserted" into your mind.  Your limbs start to feel incredibly
heavy, you are becoming relaxed....  The effect feels not entirely
dissimilar to an experience you had when you were prescribed muscle
relaxants by your doctor a few years ago.

   The vines around your limbs begin to move; as does the blossom that you
are so tightly attached to; lifting you off the ground and high above the
Plant's tall trunk as if in offering to the moon that shines through the
glass above your head.

   The vines move sinuously, exploring your body, as if searching for
something; the petals release their grip and the pink stalk removes itself
from your mouth and throat.

   Dizzy from the Plant's nectar and now able to breathe, you gasp and
choke for a while.  Your sight is fuzzy; you feel warm and calm; a voice
inside your head, in a language you have never heard soothes you.

   Visions start to rush through your mind like a movie going 100 times
normal speed; a vast planet with 3 moons; its surface green and verdant;
vegetative life seething in all directions.  Some Plants the size of New
York skyscrapers that lumber through the surrounding growth, others
smaller, yet possessed of something like human intelligence.

   Faster and faster the images come at you; bulbous protuberances that
snake their way towards other Plants, then devour...  Pink and blue and red
everywhere; pinks as bright as the Sun!

   The voice in your head speaks to you; slowly, you begin to understand.
Their World is dying; their water supply exhausted.  Huge spaceships
exploding from the surface of the planet, heading in every direction
through the vast emptiness of the Universe...

   One ship in particular finds a small blue planet floating round a
massive central sun...  Earth!  The ship enters the atmosphere, but
something is wrong; fire rages through the structure; a pod escapes from
the side of the massive ship....  It survives; the only one.

   The Amazon jungle; such a vast place.  Alone, it grieves for its home
planet; the Plants here cannot speak, or think....  alone for so long. 
Nothing to converse with, no exchange of ideas or culture.

   Centuries pass; it senses nothing around it that could be called
intelligent life.  Then one day in the Earth year 1927, figures approach;
Humans they call themselves.  Excitement reigns among them....  It tries to
reach out to them with its mind, but they do not understand.

   Pain...  rage...  the Humans with their wooden handled, steel tipped
digging tools, rip it from the ground; its roots severed, its child buds
torn from their stems.  Captured and imprisoned in a big wooden box; no
light, slowly dying.

   Then after days of darkness, brightness; a curved glass structure unlike
anything it has seen on its own planet; above the glass structure a sun,
brighter than it's own.

   It watches the Humans as they go about their daily business; these
Humans are different; kinder; they feed it; rich, moist soil and water! 
Sparkling, clean water; it is grateful for that.

   The years pass slowly; it sleeps, waiting for the day when it senses
another of its kind.  Every year, the humans surround it with more Plants;
exotic species with brilliant foliage and enticing smells, but none of them
are sentient...  It is pushed to the back of the dome; forgotten and
untended.

   One day, the Sun above the dome reaches its zenith and it is time to
procreate; once every 100 years it blooms and has to spread its genetic
material, but there are none of its kind to fertilize, nothing to receive
its seed.  Then the female human approaches.  It probes her mind as it has
so many other humans; this one is receptive though; open to its powers and
thoughts.

   Lured to it by the dizzying scent, the female human comes close; it can
tell that she is ripe, fertile.  Not of his own kind, but an acceptable
vessel nonetheless.

   You realize it is YOU!  Your mind recoils; revolted by this thing that
has you in its grasp, which lured you to it purposely.  Trying to clear the
fuzziness from your mind, you start to struggle, but you are held secure by
the vines and their now retracted thorns.

   One of the vines snakes up past your head; on its end what looks like a
tightly closed bud with the same purple petals that held your head
prisoner. Its stalk lined with the razor sharp thorns; they look like
sharks teeth you think to yourself!

   The vine swoops down; the bud of purple petals trails over your skin;
starting at your throat, it slowly wends its way across your ribcage and
over your stomach that flutters in fear.  Another of the vines appears;
purple tipped as well, this one is fully open, the petals peeled back to
expose the big pink spadix which is dripping with nectar.

   Positioning itself over your mouth, it slowly descends; your clench your
teeth and close your mouth, but it persists...  It is inside you again;
your mouth and throat full of its rubbery, slippery fullness; more of the
salty fluid is pumped down your throat.

   Pictures spring forth in your mind again; forced inside your
consciousness by the Plant; images of vegetation swaying, rubbing against
each other in foreign rhythms; fibrous limbs thrust into luscious, dripping
flowers; petals opening and closing like hungry mouths; rivers of sap and
fluids flowing, merging as the Plants pollinate each other...  Huge vines
tipped with throbbing buds entwine; pulsing red bulbs inserted deep into
pink moist receptive petals....

   It tries it's best to communicate to you that it means no harm, but it
senses that you are terrified.  Looking deeper into your mind, it tries to
find something that will soothe you; make you more receptive to bearing its
seed.  Probing your thoughts and memories, it finds the area of your brain
that contains your fantasies.....  It finally understands.

   One of the hanging vines springs to life; at its tip, a bright red
flower; still a bud, about 2 feet long.  As you watch, the bud starts to
ripple and the petals open; inside you glimpse another of the pink
spadix... this one looks like a huge ear of corn; pink and covered in small
bumps.

   As you stare at it, a purple fluid starts to flow from its tip; the
whole spadix starts to pulse; swelling as it does so.

   It moves towards you swaying sinuously like a snake; the partially open
petals start to move, purple fluid now dripping from the flower.  It makes
contact with your skin.

   The first touch is so gentle it surprises you; silken caresses as the
petals stroke your naked flesh.  Starting at your navel, they work their
way slowly outwards; spiraling from your center.  As you watch the petals,
they remind you of thin, silken tongues; each one leaves a small trail of
the purple fluid as they move across your body.

   "Relax"....."enjoy"....."submit"....

   Your mind is flooded with soundless words.....  The spadix in your mouth
moves further down your throat and swells slightly; more salty fluid
trickles from it into your stomach.  You feel as if you are slightly drunk
and realize that the Plant must be feeding you something that is causing
your euphoria.

   While your mind is occupied; you have lost track of the petals. 
Refocused, you are startled to find yourself enjoying the attentions of the
soft caresses; along your ribcage, your armpits, inner thighs...  special
attention is paid to your breasts, as if the petals are intrigued by them.

   Relaxing, you let your guard down a bit; nothing bad has happened so far
and you really are beginning to enjoy this; almost like a massage.  A few
more minutes of attention from the petals and one of them gently brushes
against one of your nipples; it moves on, but you notice that your nipple
has stiffened.

   A few more minutes and a petal touches your other nipple; it too
hardens. The partially open flower stops briefly, then positions itself
directly above your right breast.  Slowly, it lowers itself; spreading its
petals apart, it gently covers your entire breast and gently squeezes!

   The sensations are completely unlike anything you have felt before. 
Kneading and massaging, the petals pull and suck at your breasts; the inner
spadix pushing and stimulating your nipple; more of the purple fluid on
your skin being absorbed into your system.

   Arousal flushes through your body; as alien as this whole experience is,
your body cannot help but be stimulated by what is happening to it.  Small
moans escape your lips, muffled by the thick pink spadix that continues to
dribble its salty nectar down your throat.  Unable to stop yourself, your
body starts to shake and quiver.

   It is monitoring your brainwaves; it knows you are starting to become
more obedient....  Your mind is an open book and it sees flashes of what
you wish for; deep fantasies, hidden from even yourself; images it doesn't
fully understand yet....  but it will.

   Three more vines with flower-tips appear and join the first.  Each soft
set of petals explores a different part of your body, as if searching for
something.

   With the exquisite stimulation at your breast, you can feel yourself
beginning to get wet; the familiar sensations of arousal; swollen pussy
lips and rapidly hardening clit.  Your body still in the grip of the vines,
you start to pant and sweat; the chemicals the Plant is feeding you have
kicked your hormones into overdrive.

   One of the petal covered buds has found its way between your legs;
pausing, it slowly starts to stroke you.  Like delicate little kisses, each
touch of the silken petals sends a small shiver of excitement through your
body; the petals act as one and start to brush up and down your very
center; each stroke leaves more of the purple fluid on you.

   More sure of their goal now, the petals slowly part your lips; your pink
wet flesh open to them, the petals persist; their smoothness touches your
sensitive inner flesh and you jerk in surprise!  It feels good....  SOOOOO
good you think....  You wonder what the petals would feel like if they were
inside you!

   Your thoughts become actions; the Plant knows what you need.  The petals
withdraw from their delicate stroking and you look down in
disappointment... just when it was beginning to get good...

   The petals form themselves back into a tight bud; the spadix's tip
extending a good 8 inches from the middle; dribbling purple fluid from the
tip, it moves back down between your legs.

   You feel it gently nudging your lips apart; the spadix's fat, bump
covered tip first.  Tensing yourself, you try to summon the will to somehow
stop it, but you cannot; lubricated by the purple fluid, the spadix slides
inside you; only 2 or 3 inches, but enough so you can feel your pussy
stretching a little to accommodate it; the bump covered surface amplifying
the sensation of being invaded.

   Your mind is whirling; the possibilities of what may happen next
flashing through your brain; each image you conjure up is stranger than the
next.

   Slowly and very gently, the petaled bud starts to slide into you; your
lips spreading, accommodating its silken girth.  Watching as it penetrates
you, you notice other vines starting to gather around the first; many of
them with buds at their tips; blue and pink and red.

   As the multicolored buds sway in front of you, the vine pushes further
inside you; firm, yet incredibly smooth and soft, the bulbous head begins
to swell.  Your lower abdomen becomes slightly distended as it fills you;
your pheromone controlled brain welcomes the pressure, craves the deep
penetration.

   Slowly, the vine retracts the bud, then slowly inserts it again; a bit
deeper this time.  Imagining the petals inside you, you wonder if they are
capable of caressing your inner walls, if they can lick your dripping,
swollen flesh.  As soon as you can process the thought, you feel them
moving inside you...

   It reads your thoughts, your desires; the bud inside you opens up,
spreading you wider.  Each petal swirls and moves; you feel the gentle
caresses; your nerve endings transmit each movement as tiny, sharp shocks
of intense pleasure.

   Soaked in sweat and trembling with desire, your body starts to
reciprocate.  Thrusting your hips towards the vine, you desperately seek
more of it.  The bud expands again!  Intense pressure radiates from deep
inside you; stretched and teased by the flower, you begin to sense the
beginnings of an orgasm.

   The vine quickens its thrusting motion; the bud pulled out of you until
it is free of your body, then quickly thrust inside you...  again and again
the bud is dipped inside your tight, wet pussy until finally, you cum...

   Moaning and twisting against the vines that hold you, you can't help but
wonder at what is happening...  This isn't YOU!  How COULD you cum when
this thing has you in it's grip?

   The soft bud still poised at your wet entrance begins to gently rub up
and down between your swollen, dripping lips.  Secreting more of the purple
fluid, it teases you until you begin to wish it was back inside you. 
Visions form, deep in your mind; visions of being spread wide, invaded by
even larger buds; their softness overwhelming you, their silken petals
spreading wide deep inside you as it fucks you...

   The bud withdraws; in your peripheral vision, another comes into view.
This one is deep red; twice the size and thickness of the previous one! 
This one is slightly different; the huge bud at the end of the snakelike
vine throbs; almost in time to the beat of your heart, you think to
yourself.  The stalk of this vine is not green; instead it is clear, almost
like a plastic straw and about 4" in diameter.

   Swaying in front of you, the bud pulses and from the tip of the hole in
its spadix, huge quantities of the same purple fluid dribble; streams of
fluid dripping down its petals and the length of the clear vine that
supports it.

   Dipping downwards, it pauses at your wet lips, then thrusts!

   The huge slippery bud spreads you SO wide!  Every muscle inside your
pussy is stretched to its limit...  Bucking your hips upwards to meet the
thrust, you want more of it inside you; to be fully filled and fucked by
it....  Your mind is swirling with thoughts of what the bud is doing, what
it must look like inside you....  Its petals, so tightly compressed might
open!  What would that feel like?

   As you envision it, so it becomes real.

   Deep inside you, the bud unfurls it's soft, luxuriant petals; each one
of them exploring the wet walls of your vagina.  One of the petals has
found that special plexus of nerves inside you; on the upper wall of your
vagina, about two inches inside you.

   Your G-spot feels smooth pressure and movement...  the petal seems to
know the effect it is having on you and you begin to moan and writhe as the
petal slowly and firmly caresses you.

   Your mind sees a vision, a movie of what is happening inside you; you
wonder if this bud has a big, thick spadix?  Oh...  you hope it does...

   The Plant reads the impulses and from the center of the bud inside you a
thick pink spadix emerges; it seeks out the next frontier within your body
and snakes its way to the opening of your cervix.

   Stopping briefly, it understands what this structure is for; part of
your reproductive system, but how will it impregnate you?  The spadix moves
to the opening of your cervix.....

   Still enjoying the sensations the soft petals and huge bulbous bud
inside you are giving, the assault by the spadix is unexpected.  Slowly
pressing through the narrow opening of your cervix, it slides into your
uterus!  The penetration and forcible dilation of your cervix makes you
scream!  The sudden pain shocks you and you start to fight the Plant again.

   Feeling your resistance, it doubles the output of the fluid being fed to
you down your throat.  The pain recedes and you calm down.  You begin to
enjoy the sensations that flood your pussy again as the sedative properties
of the fluid kick in.

   The spadix stops pumping the purple lubricant from the tip now it is
where it needs to be to pollinate you.

   As you continue to be impaled on the luscious bud wedged so very deep
inside you, you hear a sound, almost like your stomach rumbling; looking
down beyond your bloated, bud-filled body, you see the clear stalk of the
vine being filled with a white liquid!

   Inside you, the spadix is ready.  From its tip spurts huge quantities of
warm, thick fluid....  The fluid carries it's seeds.

   The felling of pressure inside your womb is incredible; spurt after
spurt of the warm, thick fluid is pumped directly into your uterus....  You
can feel the fluid filling you and soon you watch as your lower abdomen
starts to swell due to the volume of fluid inside you.

   The plan has fulfilled it's purpose; the pollination is complete, but it
will take a few hours for your body to accept the seed it has inseminated
you with.  It must keep the fluid in you as long as it can.

   The Plant has other needs though.  Now that it has Planted its seed, it
yearns for communion with another sentient mind; Using its telepathic
senses, it probes your mind looking for a way to communicate with you.

   Lying there in the grip of the vines, your lower belly distended and
full of thick white seed, your mind drugged by the fluid you have ingested,
you start to daydream.

   Your hormones, quantities increased 10 fold by the Plant's cocktail in
your stomach have flushed through your body.  Your hormonal profile now
resembles that of a pregnant human female.

   Your breasts have grown, your nipples too; ready to produce milk for
your unborn "child"....  Your vaginal lips are swollen and suffused with
blood; dripping with white seed that escapes the seal between your pussy
and the huge bud inside you.  Your clitoris is larger too; swollen and
moist, the hormonal cocktail rushing through your blood has made it grow to
double it's usual size and it is infinitely more sensitive as well.

   Your whole body glows and radiates with fullness and rosy-cheeked
health.

   The Plant probes your mind for a while more; looking for a way to make
you happy and content.....  It finds a part of your mind ripe with
knowledge, something you call "sex"...

   The vines around your wrists and ankles move; your body is turned over
until you are facing the floor.  Looking down, you figure you must be at
least 10 feet in the air.

   The huge bud inside you pulses, slowing down, then speeding up, until it
is in rhythm with your heartbeat.  The spadix that is deep inside your womb
begins to slowly thrust; out, in...  out, in....  The sensation of having
your cervix fucked is so intense that your emotions get the better of you;
tears stream down your cheeks; not tears of sorrow, but tears of pleasure!

   Your very core is radiating pleasure through your whole body; the
invader has touched you so deep...  deeper than any Man could...  so far
inside you...

   Another vine snakes up from the trunk of the Plant.  This one carried a
smaller flower; it's almost entirely made up of a single central spadix. 
This one is a deep, vibrant red color and it too has a hole in the tip.

   Your body is arranged by the vines; bent at 90 degrees, your legs
pointed at the ground.

   You tilt your head down and look between your legs to see the red
spadix....  It is trickling the same purple fluid you have seen before. 
Slowly, your legs are pulled apart from each other; further and further
until you are completely exposed.

   The spadix, still dribbling and spurting purple fluid comes closer until
it is poised at the entrance to your anus.  Shock registers in your mind,
but the Plant has seen your desires already; it KNOWS what you want!

   Warmth...  slippery, smooth warmth touches the delicate membranes in the
center of your anus; very slowly, the red spadix pushes against the firm
muscle that resists it; relaxing, you submit to the inevitable....  A
slight feeling of pain as it slides inside you.

   The red spadix begins to penetrate deeper; deeper until it rests; just
for a second and then it moves.

   It begins to slide back and forth inside you; your tight anus squeezing
it as it forces you open...  as it fucks you slowly, it begins to swell in
girth; multiple bumps form along it's length, each bump larger from the tip
to the base.  It pushes against your resistance and the first bump is
inside!

   You feel completely full; stretched so wide that you can't imagine what
it must look like....  Then it pushes deeper!  The next bulge doesn't slide
inside you so easily...  the spadix pumps more of the purple lubricating
fluid into your, until you can feel it leaking out of your stretched ass,
coating the shaft of the spadix and also the next bulge in the shaft.

   The Plant pushes..  it knows what your subconscious desires, even if YOU
do not!  Stretching even further, your tiny hole spreads wide; the next
bulge is inside you, only two more to go.

   Your whole body is controlled by the Plant....  Your mouth filled, the
Plant feeding you it's cocktail of drugs and hormones; your pussy stretched
to its limit and full of the Plant's white sticky seed; your ass invaded
and penetrated....

   You hang there suspended, your arms and legs controlled....  and then
they begin to thrust!  In perfect rhythm, each of the Plant's invading
members start to fuck you.  Deep and powerful they penetrate and stretch
you.....  Throbbing, pulsing and expanding inside you, each of the members
and their attached buds stretch you wider with each thrust.

   Your mouth is full, your lips expanding around the spadix that feeds
you; your womb with its sticky contents, so full that with each thrust you
see your belly swell; your anus stretched around the huge bulges in the red
spadix...  one more bulge to go!  The biggest yet....

   Purple lubricant pumping out of your stretched ass, the Plant pushes the
last bulge into you.  Your scream muffled by the expanding spadix in your
mouth, you realize this is what you have always wanted.

   All three holes filled and impossibly stretched; pumped, fucked
mercilessly by the Plant...  Your pliant, slippery flesh accommodates the
invaders, invites them deeper inside you; stretches further than your
thought possible to help the invaders spread you wider....

   Your mind conjures up pictures of what you must look like....  Your
luscious body controlled and fucked...  penetrated deeply and held captive;
all that matters is your pleasure now....  Slippery pink flesh; your juices
and the Plant's mix in streams that trickle from each one of your holes; a
marionette of pleasure, thrashing, impaled.....

   A few final thrusts and your body starts to quiver and shake.  Waves of
pleasure wash over you, your ass and pussy pulsing with orgasmic
contractions, clamping down on the thrusting slick members that continue to
fuck you...  Screams of pleasure erupt from deep inside you as you cum
harder than you could possibly imagine......  the Plant withdraws from
you...  fluids squirt from your pulsing holes; now free of the spadix in
your mouth, unearthly howls come from your mouth as you continue to cum

   Your anus and pussy clenching tightly as each spasm hits you....  The
last of the purple lubricant mixes with your cum as it is forcefully
ejaculated from your womb; wave after wave of the sticky white seed from
the Plant erupts from your pulsing cumming pussy.....  You can't stop
screaming as your orgasm continues...

   Eventually, you are quiet and still.  The Plant worries for a moment;
maybe it misread your thoughts?  But you stir slightly and it is reassured.
It is happy; the pollination has worked; it has tested your secretions and
it knows you are not ripe anymore, but fully inseminated.  A few months
from now, it will have progeny to succeed it; now it can die, happy to have
fulfilled its final goal.

   It lays you gently on the carpet of grass at its base; the drugs in your
system will let you sleep until dawn...  Time for it to die....  As you
sleep, exhausted, the Plant loses its green shine; it's buds shrivel and
turn brown, the vines once so active become still and crack.

   Waking, you wonder where in HELL those strange dreams came from; weird
and disturbing thoughts flit through your mind as you sit up.  Suddenly,
you realize you are cold and naked!  Your clothes a couple of feet from you
are torn, but you quickly pull on what's left of them and try to find a way
out of the dome.

   Reaching your Car, you fire it up and drive home.  Once there, you fall
into a deep sleep, remembering some of the dreams from the night before..
seemingly so real.  Your body hurts in places you didn't know you had.

   You go about your life as usual...  2 Months after your visit to the
Botanical Gardens, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; "Am I
putting on weight?" you ask yourself...  You can see a definite bulge in
your lower abdomen...

   Daily, you see changes in your body; you realize you must be pregnant as
morning sickness arrives to confirm your thoughts.  You can't remember the
last time you slept with a guy without using a condom, in fact you can't
remember sleeping with a guy for quite a while!

   7 Months pass and your belly is ripe and swollen; pulsating with life.
Lying in bed one night, you notice through your bedroom window that it's a
full moon....  You can see the hills around your deserted house...

   Suddenly, a twitch...  just a small one, but definitely a sign...  then
another!  In minutes, your body is cramping and contracting.  Not knowing
what to do, you pick up the phone to dial 911....  But then as if by
instinct, you raise yourself off the bed...

   Outside, bathed in soft moonlight, you walk for about a mile; a clearing
in the woods, by a small river.  The moon providing enough light to see
clearly.  You find yourself digging in some rich, dark earth; it is moist
and full of nutrients...  you don't understand how you know this, but you
know it nonetheless.

   Naked, you squat over the damp earth and push.  Movement inside you;
pain shoots through your lower body; fluid gushes from deep inside you as
the fetal sack ruptures...  You look down, you see a round black shape,
similar to an eggplant; covered in purple fluid, it is slowly forced from
you; your pussy dilating and stretching as it forces its way out...  Three
more follow.

   As soon as they hit the soil below you, they sprout small white
filaments; the filaments burrow into the soil and they each take root.....
At the top, each of the four shows a sign of cracking in their outer
shell...  then slowly a small green shoot appears from each.

   You stand and look aghast at what you have given "birth" to.....  You
realize that your nightly dreams have been real after all.  Shaking, you
begin to cry;

   "Thank you Mother".....  Inside your head, the small voice speaks to
you....  "THANK YOU MOTHER"...  four small voices simultaneously speak....

   Your thoughts whirling, your brain tries to comprehend; you feel dizzy
and start to faint; Your last thoughts are of how this happened....  Buried
deep in your mind, another darker thought; you wonder how long it will take
them to grow to the size of their Father...  how long until you can visit
them and allow them to fuck and control you, the way their father did....

   Your vision is filled with writhing vines tipped with pulsating, purple
slime covered buds; they approach you and forcibly enter you......