1 comments/ 6773 views/ 0 favorites Tree of Life By: XXtraPrince It was six in the morning after Thanksgiving in Herb and Marcia Slocomb's comfortable but unpretentious home in Litchfield County, Connecticut. The couple had awakened early and were having a quiet cup of coffee and nursing monstrous turkey hangovers. They'd had a late holiday dinner the previous day, and it had been an unqualified disaster. Burdened by an entirely different kind of hangover, the legacy of a bloody-Mary breakfast that went into extra innings, they'd burned some courses, under-cooked others, and omitted a few. Still, they were together, and very thankful for that, Herb having recently come back from a tour in the Persian Gulf with the Naval Reserve in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Since Herb's return, they'd reinstated their custom of having him cook breakfast on week-end mornings – but neither was quite in the mood for food. Herb had guzzled a glass of ice-water with three Alka-Seltzers in it and closed his eyes against his gastric rumblings, while Marcia had repaired to the bathroom and, quietly, surreptitiously and in a very lady-like manner, "been ill". When Marcia returned to their den, they both looked at each other, thought "Thither but for the grace of God" and chuckled, good-humored through their travails. In the three weeks Herb had been back from the Persian Gulf, they'd nearly had to get to know each other all over again, the thirteen months' separation having made them almost strangers – but strangers who were deeply committed. It was like a second honeymoon, or more likely a third or fourth, given Herb's previous reserve assignments. And, it had all been so – well, surreal.... When Herb's ship, the USS Abraham Lincoln ("Honest Abe" or "The Old Rail-splitter"), CVN-72, had completed its deployment to the gulf, The Air Group Commander (CAG) had visited LCdr. Slocomb's stateroom and inquired if he'd mind flying him back to the States the day before the ship steamed for home. It was a request unthinkable to decline, and they'd come back in Slocomb's S-3B Viking, alone but for the Flight Engineer, refueling several times, on land and in the air, along the way. It was on this long flight that the CAG had broached the subject of a plum assignment in the Regular Navy. Captain Barnes, the CAG, was coming home to a star and the Deputy's billet at ComFairLant in Norfolk, and had selected LCdr. Slocomb for an assignment in Fleet Aircraft Engineering, specializing in landing and arresting gear. This was based on his long experience with brakes, struts and shock-absorbers at the plant on the Connecticut shore where he'd worked for fourteen years. Herb had quickly considered the offer, and declared, "Well, Sir, you know I'm a reserve, and this would be a whole new direction for me. I'll have to discuss it with my wife, and of course the company, who've continued my pay for the last year and a half, will be far from thrilled." "Well, Commander – and by the way there's a grade promotion involved – you clear your decks the best way you know how, but I NEED you in that job!" said the CAG. Capt. Barnes, a dour Vermonter, had arranged their flight into Westover Air Force Base in Chicopee Falls, Massachusetts; Herb had mulled over the offer on the long flight home. Finally, they touched down and rolled out on Westover's nearly endless main runway, accepted the salutes of the two Lieutenants (one a j.g.) who'd been dispatched from Oceana Naval Air Station to return the Viking, and greeted their wives, who'd driven down and up to meet them. Marcia Slocomb, coming nearly out of her skin with excitement, winked through a warm smile and said, "Hi, sailor – going my way?" Herb held her tightly through a long welcome-home kiss and assured her he'd go any way she wanted. Thus, they stopped at the first motel the saw outside the base gate to renew their sexual acquaintance. She thrummed her fingers on the car seat-back impatiently as Herb went into the motel office to register. The clerk surreptitiously eyed his flight-suit, Naval Aviation Green piss-cutter and nearby address and, smiling, hummed a nonsense tune as he entered the data. After he'd programmed the key-card and handed it to Herb, he winked and said, "Happy landings, Commander!" When the couple arrived at their room, thankfully around the back of the motel, Marcia was already unzipping Herb's flight-suit as he slipped the key-card into the receiver on the latch-plate. Swinging her into the room, he kicked the door shut. To his surprise, she was already on one knee, reaching into his skivvie-drawers and withdrawing his lengthening cock. She instantly enveloped it with her mouth and began to slather the thickening head with her tongue, noting approvingly how much longer his member had become in just the last few seconds, and knowing it would feel SO good inside her – but, all things in their time; Marcia knew it hadn't had much exercise recently, and she didn't want him going off like a Roman candle on about the third stroke. Grasping his shaft gently but firmly in her left hand, she rolled his balls in her right while she formed her lips into a snug "O" and worked them up and down, up and down, enjoying the sussurrus of little noises coming from his throat, and from hers as well. Soon, Herb's sexual deprivation was bulldozed into oblivion by the sudden sensory over-load and he geysered into her mouth. Marcia was confronted with only two options: swallow or drown. The constriction of her tonsils made him shudder with pleasure as she gulped him down. Licking his remaining come from his softening cock, she gave the head a final smacking kiss and gazed up at him. Herb rocked on his heels with momentary unsteadiness and looked down at his wife's saucily smiling face. Spreading his feet, he scooped her up and carried her the few feet to the bed, where he laid her down and leisurely undressed her, following her panties to the floor and bending over her blond thatch. Parting her with his tongue, he limned the smooth ring of her entrance, then darted his tongue into her rapidly, probing her deeply. Forming his tongue into a "U", he ran it up and down over her emerging clitoris, feeling her vibrate uncontrollably. Through clenched teeth, she implored him, "Oh, God, Herbie, FUCK ME!" He crawled up over her, dragging a long, meandering lick up her tummy, running an unhurried figure-eight around her burgeoning breasts. He saw the undisguised need in her eyes as she drew her legs up, surrendering herself to him, gasping as he slipped easily into her, filling her completely with his rampant and rampaging cock. Marcia placed her ankles on his shoulders so he could penetrate her as deeply as possible and bucked up hard against his accelerating thrusts. He was fucking her like a runaway locomotive, all pretense and finesse thrown to the winds, and their passions rode her keening wail as they arrived together in the never-land of their completion. As their ragged breaths evened out, gradually, they held each other as if never to loosen their grasp. On and on, the explored the shores of an undiscovered country, pausing now and then to nap and re-charge the batteries of their desire. Both were pleasantly sore the next morning when they'd left on the short trip southwest to their home. Marcia was snapped from her reminiscing reverie that Friday morning after Thanksgiving by her husband's loud yawn. She looked over at him and asked, "Hey, lover boy, you know what day this is, don't you?" Herb gave her a who-cares look and said, "Yeah, it's Friday. So what?" "Well", she exclaimed, "It's the day we do the tree! Christmas is four weeks from today!" Herb's groan emanated from the depths of his soul, but even so he rose up from his morning-after misery and trudged down the stairs. Minutes later, he struggled, cursing, up from the cellar with their enormous nine-foot Christmas tree, a commercial model rescued years ago from G. Fox' going-out-of-business sale in Hartford. A rich, dark green, it had silvery-white flocking and permanent garlands from bough to bough. It was murder to put up, but at least most of the decorations remained in place from year to year. He plopped it in the usual location in the living room and returned below for the boxes of ornaments. Marcia, a creative-arts teacher in the Torrington school system, made most of them herself. They turned to, Herb placing the baubles on the tree as Marcia handed them to him, assisted to no end by their orange tomcat, Jarhead, the approximate size, shape and weight of a standard construction cinder-block, who repeatedly rocketed up the tree before launching himself out into space. At a certain point, she got down under the tree, ostensibly to connect the wiring, and took out a special one she'd secreted beneath an ottoman in the corner. She looked up at Herb on his little ladder, whistling softly, and wiggled her bottom at him. Herb continued on with his hanging, unseeing. She breathed, softly, "Hey!" and wiggled it again. He looked fixedly at her, then stepped down from the ladder and moved behind her. Lifting the hem of her robe, he let his fall open and rubbed the head of his hardening cock against her nether lips before slipping it into her, socketing it deeply within her, his writhing balls crushing the backs of her lower lips. Slowly, he began to thrust into his wife in a rhythm as old as time, yet as new as the next second. She lay her chest down on the artificial-snow carpet and murmured her content as he shortened and quickened his strokes, his stomach slapping her round, firm cheeks with each. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he let out a low-pitched growl as he flooded her with his warm, gelid come, then rained kisses on her neck and shoulders. Marcia smiled warmly at him, then said, "That was JUST what I needed!" "Mmm – HMM!" he replied. "Oh", she said, "Don't forget this one! He looked, mystified, as she handed him an exquisite mahogany coffin about five inches long, with four brass clips on the sides. Herb looked at it, then opened the lid. There, inside, was the figure of Bugs Bunny in peaceful repose. Having NO idea what this was all about, he gave her a dumb look. "Remember our little tryst up at Westover a few weeks ago? Well, the rabbit died...." Suddenly, everything changed. They toasted their impending parenthood and everything else they could think of. Marcia, a Marine Corps brat, was thrilled at Herb's new opportunity. One thing was certain: their Christmases would never be the same thereafter! Tree of Life Warnings be damned, she had to do something. Patty put on the bright orange safety vest and carefully picked her way out into the flood waters. The dirty brown river was cold, unseen things brushing against her pant legs as the passed, and she didn't want to think about what may be coming downstream in the muck toward her as she tried to reach the stranded horses. The farm was an island now, and the water that blocked her way was rising but still running slowly enough that she could make it back across. She opened the gate and grabbed the halter of the nearest panicked horse, patting its broad cheek gently and speaking to it kindly as she led it into the water. The whites of its eyes showed as it waded through to the other side, one of the other horses following behind. The mare's kin, she figured. Another trip across, and the water was getting dangerously high. It sloshed around her buttocks and splashed her gut so that she began to shiver. One horse left. She grabbed its mane since it had no halter and began to gently lead it across the swift, brown waters. Halfway across, her feet were swept out from under her, but her hold on the horse's neck helped her regain her footing. Five feet from the bank, the other horses waited and called to the third as it awkwardly climbed the slope to safety. I've done it, thought Patty. Then her feet slipped again as did her hold on the horse. Screaming, she struck out for a branch, or fence, or anything to hold on to, but there was nothing. Trying to keep her head above the swirling waters, she paddled as best she could toward the nearest shore. A branch connected with her head from behind, and everything went black. *** Coughing water from her lungs, Patty came to. Despite a throbbing headache and being half drowned, she managed to stand up and look around at where she had ended up. Patty had no clue where she was. The flood waters had left her in a marshy area, the churning brown river now several feet away as it receded. How long had she been out? She gently touched her head and found a good sized lump where the branch had clobbered her, then she realized that most of her clothing had been torn off in the waters. Beginning to shake from the chill, she looked around and began stuffing big pads of moss into her remaining clothes to keep warm and wished for some dry firewood. Looking in every direction, she could see no trace of civilization, only marsh and swampland for miles. Some large white birds called as they flew overhead, and suddenly she felt very alone. Several hours later, hypothermia was really beginning to set in. "Must... keep core body temperature... up..." she said out loud, just to hear her own voice. She rubbed her bare arms and watched the river mud pill up into little rolls and fall away. Suddenly she heard a low rumbling... was it another flood? An earthquake? A bright red helicopter appeared from behind some distant trees. Gasping with panicked hope, she tore off her safety vest and waved it in the air as she jumped up and down. "HERE!!" she screamed, "HERE! OH GOD, PLEASE COME GET ME!!" The helicopter stopped, then turned toward the moving orange dot. She had been spotted. *** Night fell as Patty finally got out of the shower. It had taken what seemed like hours to get all the grime out of every crack and crevice of her body. The on-demand water heater allowed her to crank it up as hot as she liked as she scrubbed off the scum, lathered her hair three times, and rubbed fragrant herbal soap all over. She even used her exfoliating sugar scrub, her special facial wash, and a gentle vaginal douche for good measure. Patty couldn't remember when she had gotten dirtier, or when a long, hot shower had been so delicious. She still wore her towel around her head and was doing a final cleaning job under her toenails when she felt a pang. "Goddamn period," she muttered to herself. "And I just got clean too. Ah well, this is just the ovulation pains... it'll be a couple of weeks before the flow starts." But somehow... something in the back of Patty's mind knew that it felt different... that it was in the wrong place. And it wasn't so much the light cramping of ovulation as a strange, unfamiliar... something... that she couldn't put her finger on. Not painful exactly, but not comfortable and normal either. Pushing it aside, the weary woman climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning she went to her County Search and Rescue debriefing, was reprimanded for not requesting assistance despite her insistence that the horses would have died without her, and was urged to get a medical exam in case she had been exposed to a hazardous disease in the floodwaters. Patty drove home, the last of the rain continuing to keep the streets wet. Her mind wandered and she found herself parked in the garage, not quite remembering how she got there. "Stress," she murmered to herself as she got out of the car. As she stood up, the odd feeling returned... not a cramp exactly, but some kind of dull pulling feeling in the vicinity of her uterus. It was getting stronger, so she took a couple of ibuprofen and relaxed on the couch with a heating pad as she flipped on the television. Almost immediately the feeling increased, a pressure building up where the heating pad rested on her abdomen. Feeling a little ill, Patty decided to turn in early. The office was still a mess anyway, and it would be days before the ground floor was cleaned up. Her boss had called to let her know that she wouldn't be needed for a while, so she had volunteered for a Search and Rescue volunteer shift... Getting into bed, her mind wandered back to the day she had saved the horses. She curled up on her side to try and relieve the uncomfortable feeling inside as she fell asleep. In her dreams, ocean waves turned into horses, and as she sat on the beach, the horses galloped inside her vagina and filled her body until she became water too. Jerking awake the next morning, a welcome shaft of sunlight came through her bedroom window. Patty smiled as she opened the blinds and let the sun bathe her in warmth. Instantly, the pressure returned to her belly and the smile faded. It was getting worse, and she began to think that maybe a trip to the doctor was in order in case she had gotten an infection or something from the dirty waters. She closed the blinds again, and the pressure disappeared. Patty stopped and thought. She opened the blinds, allowing the sun to hit her pubic mound, and the pressure was back with a vengeance. She closed them again, cutting off the sunlight, and it subsided, but not completely this time. Frozen to the spot, she opened the blinds a crack and let the sun shine only on her arm. Only a little sensation. She moved to her face, only a little twinge from her belly. She let the sun fall on her belly and pubic area, and the strong, sudden pushing sensation almost brought her to her knees. But it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Still curious, now she got the heating pad and applied it alternately to her belly where her womb was located, and alternated it with sunlight. The heat stimulated the strange feeling, yes, but sunlight made it go wild. Her crotch began to tingle slightly now as well. Standing in the sunlight, she allowed the feeling to grow inside her. She began to breathe a little more rapidly, and ran her hands over her belly as she prepared to masturbate. She reached the soft area just above her pubic hairs and began to tease herself, then realized with a shock that its shape had changed since she had last been there. There was a distinct bulge now... why hadn't she noticed it when showering yesterday? She felt the bulge, and it was firm. Definitely something there. And the longer she stood in the bright morning sunlight, the more pressure she felt from within. Was it... growing? Right before her eyes? She became more stimulated, even though she wasn't pleasuring herself. Patty began to feel her vagina moving slightly, an exciting pressure growing there as well. Still she stood in the sunlight, enjoying the sensations it was creating within her body. Overcome at last, she began to finger her slit as she felt her pussy stretching deep inside, Yes, she decided, her belly was getting larger. She massaged the growing bulge with her free hand and became even more stimulated. Still standing in the sunlight that was somehow creating this rapid change in her, Patty felt the skin of her belly begin to tighten as it grew even larger. Her cunt was so large now behind the tight ring of muscle at its entrance that she could feel it pushing against both her anus and her increasing womb. At last she came, her quickly moving fingers stimulating her clit into release as the sunlight did its work too. Sinking to the floor, still in the shaft of morning light, she closed her eyes and panted as the orgasm subsided, but the sensations inside still increased. Patty shuddered with another wave of pleasure as something began pushing out from between her pussy lips. She opened her eyes and saw a thumb-sized, pale green shoot emerging from between her legs, its large leaves slowly unfurling as it moved to collect the sunshine. Transfixed, and sure now that she was dreaming, Patty simply sat on the floor and watched what was happening to her. The shoot grew larger as it continued to slowly push its way out, and she could feel the moving stalk begin to stretch her slit open as two more eight-inch leaves unfurled themselves toward the sun. She pinched herself to see if she were awake, and it hurt. The stalk continued to issue from her vagina, and her belly continued to grow. She pushed on her belly and could feel a hard knot within that slowly increased as two more leaves began to open. Finally shaking herself out of her shock, she scrambled up and closed the blinds, causing the plant's growth to cease. She stood shaking, her legs apart, looking down at the green, heart-shaped leaves that quivered as well, tickling her belly. Patty tentatively touched the substantial leaves, and they were velvety on the underside with thick veins. Exploring further, she used her fingers to follow the stem downward, feeling the smooth surface and the union where the leaves emerged from it. She continued, feeling her way down the shaft and trying to hold the leaves out of the way so she could see what she was doing. She found the point at which the thing emerged from her vagina, and shuddered again with the feeling of it, her inner muscles twitching against the hard form. She now used her finger to go inside, following the stalk deep into her cunt where she found its point of origin -- it was going into (or rather coming out of) her womb. With her other hand, she pushed on her swollen belly and felt the pressure of a large, lumpy form within pushing back. Patty knew she had to get help. She called for an emergency appointment at the hospital that night (knowing the dangers of exposing her belly to daylight) and headed for the kitchen. There, she found her pruning shears in the drawer, and, holding her breath as if it might hurt, severed the shoot as close to her pussy lips as she dared. Exhaling with relief, she had felt nothing. A pale juice slowly dripped from the plant's wound. Patty grabbed some loose-fitting clothing and sat down to wait for the sun to go down. Over the next few hours she only felt a small amount of growth, and by evening, when she was ready to leave, the inch of new shoot protruding from her pussy was sliced off to make the drive easier. At the hospital, the doctors were baffled at first, but some X-rays showed what had happened -- a seed from some large tropical plant had somehow been washed into her vagina during the flood and had germinated in the moist, dark warmth of her body. Experts were called in, and it seemed that a careful abortion-like procedure would do the job of getting the root ball out of her uterus. The next morning she awoke after the surgery of the previous night, and immediately noticed that the hard pressure inside her had gone. Patty felt a mixture of relief and loss... she understood the relief, but why did she feel as if she had actually had an abortion? Shaking off the grogginess, she had a hospital breakfast and then slowly drove herself home. But a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right remained. She left a message on the machine at work that she would miss being there the next day, and took some pain killers for the dull throb that was in her gut. Damn doctors, she thought... then wondered why she had. They had helped her, hadn't they? They had all been very kind, and worked hard to ensure that she wouldn't be embarrassed... Patty went into the kitchen and saw the shears she had used to cut the plant. A bead of dried liquid rested on the blade and she shuddered involuntarily. Getting a small glass she took a shot of brandy to calm her nerves. Something scratched at the back of her consciousness. Later in the afternoon, after two more shots of brandy and some bad television, she took some more pain killers and laid down for a nap. Rest is what she needed now. Wonderful sleep. The dreamless sleep of the dead after such a trying 24 hours. Some time later she awoke, stretched, and noticed that it was dark outside. A terrible flavor in her mouth made her get up and brush her teeth, then she used the toilet. The doctor warned her that there might be some faint traces of blood, so she wasn't surprised by the droplet of pink that appeared on the paper, but something wasn't the same. It was thicker than urine, almost as thick as tree sap. It looked just like the droplet on the blade of her shears, and she stared at it for a long time before wiping again. Another droplet, just like the first. She figured it was residue from the roots and tried to shrug it off, but when she stood up, a familiar pang visited her womb. Patty froze and felt her lower abdomen with her hands, but couldn't feel anything inside. She took a deep breath (not realizing that she had stopped), and strode toward the bedroom. Another small pang. But she didn't feel frightened at what might be inside her body. She wondered at this feeling... this strange, welcoming feeling of hope. Hope that it might happen again. Irritated with her foolishness and trying to shake off any bizarre, romantic notions, she strode swiftly into the living room and landed hard on the sofa, determined to live a normal life as if none of this had ever happened. She grabbed the TV remote and savagely changed the channels, found some random reality show to numb herself with, and got up to get some more brandy. Another little flutter in her womb. Or maybe it was her period this time? Perhaps a little pang of ovulation? Tossing her hair and ignoring it, she wrenched the whole bottle (or what remained of it) off the counter and swung back onto the sofa where she was soon fast asleep. At some point in the middle of the night, she awoke to find that the television was still on, and hazily watched a couple of commercials as she woke up enough to go pee and move to her bed for the rest of the night. One commercial in particular, however, caught her attention. It showed a spray for tough weeds, like dandelions, and showed how if any of the root was left behind when you pulled it up, a whole new plant would grow from that tiny bit of root. A tiny bit of root. They hadn't gotten it all. A cold feeling shot down her body as she felt something again. Was it a cramp? It felt like the little dull pain she got when ovulating sometimes... she could feel it on the left side, right about where her ovary was. Yes, that had to be it. Patty laughed roughly at her own wild imagination, grinding the heels of her hands into her eyes and getting up from the sofa. A wave of feeling shot through her belly and made her gasp... but not from pain... from pleasure. She straightened up and felt another movement from within accompanied by another sensation of pleasure and a little dull ache in the vicinity of her left ovary. Still slightly groggy from awakening and from the remnants of the alcohol, her mind tried to work sensibly as she tottered down the hallway to the bathroom. But nothing made sense at 4:00 in the morning under these conditions. Sitting down to pee, the change in position caused another movement from within, and another tingle of pleasure in her pussy. Wiping carefully, she saw another pink droplet of the thick, sap-like liquid. The act of drawing her hand across her slit gave her a chill of desire. Standing up, another movement in her belly, another tingle of pleasure (were they getting stronger?), and another dull pull at her ovary. Her mind wouldn't focus, and she decided to simply ignore it until the next day as she crept under the warm, soft covers of her bed and almost instantly fell asleep. Having turned the alarm off and enjoying the warmth of her comforter, Patty slept in quite late. She turned over and was awakened by the dim awareness that something wasn't quite right in her body. She felt a familiar pressure from within. Did she have to pee? No, that wasn't it, she decided as she rolled to her other side and was rewarded with a strong wave of stimulating pleasure in her cunt. Then her eyes opened wide at the thought of what it might be. She felt as if Christmas morning had arrived, then caught herself... what in the world was she thinking? What if the damn thing was back? Yes... what if it was? She slowly reached down and touched the skin of her lower belly where the root ball had been before. She breathed deeply, then pushed inward with her fingertips. Something was there. Something firm and irregularly shaped. It was back. Trembling, she withdrew her fingers and examined her feelings as she drew the blankets up around her chin. For a long time she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the light play there from the top of the window where the blinds didn't quite meet. The blinds. She noticed that the lips of her slit were pulsating with her heartbeat. She slowly reached down with her right hand and began to play with herself. It felt so good. The thing inside her was somehow stimulating her, and she responded. She loved it, the life within her womb. It was hers. Nobody had to know about it. She could keep cutting it off and nobody would ever know. A feeling of dismay hit her, and she stopped moving her hand. She could never cut it again. It wasn't right. It would be like cutting her own body. The memory of the sap on the clippers haunted her now, like a murder weapon. Patty got up and went into the kitchen, the movement of standing up from her bed causing the form inside her belly to push against her in different ways. Pleasant ways. Unconsciously, she rubbed her belly as she walked. She went into the kitchen and threw the clippers into the trash, then noticed what she had been doing. Taking her hand away, she saw that yes, there was a bulge inside her again, her skin stretching to accommodate it. Staring down, she rubbed it again, feeling the new shape, caressing the tightened skin, welcoming it into her heart. Patty called her office and explained that she had just had surgery for a... uterine growth. A benign uterine growth. Yes, she was fine. But it would be a few days before she could go back to work. Maybe a week. Or two. Depending on what her doctor said. She would let them know as soon as she was coming back. She absently hung up the phone and went back to the bedroom. The morning light strained to enter but the blinds prevented it. She could feel the plant inside her straining as well. It needed light. She could give it what it needed. She climbed onto the bed and crouched there on her knees, facing the window, preparing herself for what she knew would happen. She could feel the root growing restless, the slow movement and increasing pressure causing her pussy juices to begin flowing and her inner thighs to tingle. Patty opened the blinds. Tree of Life Sunlight cascaded through the window and onto her body. Instantly, the pressure within began to increase. She watched, smiling, as her belly stretched further. Then, catching her by surprise, a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked her over issued from her vagina. Orgasming instantly, even though her eyes were now closed she could clearly feel a hard, thick shoot push out of her uterus and through her tunnel until it reached the light, a large knot of it trapped within her pussy. She gasped with waves of sustained pleasure as the pale green rod, thick as a thumb, emerged from her slit and began to seek the light as it had the first time. Two deep green leaves slowly unfurled themselves at the level of her navel, and she stroked the edge of her cunt where the plant pushed it open, another little spasm of orgasm causing her inner muscles to clamp down and work deliciously on the firm, bulbous stalk inside her. Still the plant continued to grow. From within, she could feel the roots in her womb enlarging, looking for somewhere to expand. In her vagina, the stalk kept enlarging, pushing the stretchy walls ever outward behind the ring of muscle at the entrance. Her slit continued to open, growing wider still as the stalk of the plant enlarged and grew thicker. Still she sat in the sun, encouraging it, fondling the large, heavy leaves, loving what was happening. She felt a new pressure now, and grunted a bit as a second shoot issued from her pussy lips, two more leaves slowly unfurling to catch the sunlight. The first stalk was just putting up two more large leaves, and she could feel the roots continuing to grow in her womb. The blinds were still open, sunlight glowing strongly, bathing her body and the plant. Suddenly she felt a new pang deep within, this time on the right side. Where she sometimes got cramps when she ovulated. Two more leaves unfurled, and the two stalks kept growing larger, as did her belly. Then she realized what must be happening -- the roots had found her fallopian tubes (how a woman's eggs travel from her ovaries to her womb each month)... and they're open-ended. The plant had passed beyond her uterus and was taking root ever deeper inside her body. Still she sat in the sunlight, smiling. A third shoot pushed it way out of her already stretched cunt, and the sensation made her begin to masturbate once again. Pushing the leaves out of the way, she watched herself as she rhythmically fingered her clit, the enlarging green bush shaking back and forth with her movements. Patty looked down at her belly, which was now distended as if several months pregnant, and at the triple pale green rods sticking out of her slit, forcing the reddened lips wide apart. With her other hand she grasped the stalks and moved them, forcing her genitals to move with them, back and forth, back and forth. Two more leaves unfurled near her face and she orgasmed, kissing and licking them as her entire body spasmed with the force of it. She suckled on a leaf as her orgasm subsided, her straining cunt muscles attempting to tighten around the huge shape stuffed inside her. The leaf tasted sweet and a little salty in her mouth. Somehow, she knew it would. The window remained open. The plant continued to grow. Her knees growing tired, Patty tried to sit back on her bed and awkwardly collapsed onto her back, the plant towering over her, the leaves rustling together. The new position brought her renewed pleasure as the huge, bulbous forms shifted deep inside her cunt. She squeezed her legs together and felt the cool stalks of the plant against her soft thighs, a pattern beginning to form around the base of them. She touched it and realized that it was tree bark, then realized that if she moved just right, the rough bark rubbing against her pussy walls was incredibly stimulating. As she came again, a droplet of salty sweetness fell into her mouth from the plant above her. She felt new pressure from within. She looked down at her body and saw that her womb had grown huge, as if she were seven months pregnant. More and more leaves unfurled, creating a shady canopy above her, just shy of the ceiling. She felt a dull pressure in her belly, but further up than before -- she could feel the tentative roots exploring her body, a moment of pain as her fallopian tubes were split open, and then only pleasure as another shoot found its way out of her stretching pussy lips. This new shoot was white, however, and started burrowing downward, right into her bed. Patty didn't realize what had happened, however, until she tried to shift her position in order to take advantage of the moving shaft of sunlight -- she was stuck fast to her bed, the root having penetrated the mattress and wrapped itself around the frame. She pulled as best she could, but it was no use. The pulling, however, brought back more feelings of pleasure and desire, her hand working her clitoris up to another rampaging orgasm, her pussy muscles clamping down on the stimulating bark, her thighs lovingly caressing the trunk of the young tree growing from within her. The sun moved to the other side of the house, where another window waited to open. Patty couldn't quite reach the string for the blinds, so she managed to kick the bed away from the wall a few inches and used one of her branches to flip the string toward her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, laid her head back, and pulled the string. The new flood of bright midday sunlight brought renewed growth to the tree. A dull pressure, almost painful but not quite, filled her already swollen womb and her lower chest from the inside. The roots continued to penetrate her flesh, seeking nutrients and water. Her belly continued to grow larger still, looking now as if she were nine months pregnant, her skin tight as a drum against her new form. Two more roots emerged and pierced the mattress below her, entwining themselves with its frame, the first root now forcing its way down through the floorboards. More leaves sprouted from the branches, and more branches sprouted from the three brown trunks coming from her ravaged cunt. She felt another brief moment of pain from both her ovaries as they were consumed by the hungry roots, but was then rewarded with more pleasure in her thighs and pussy. She found her way through the branches and leaves to her clitoris again, and fingered her way to another amazing orgasm. Patty was growing thirsty, the hot sun continuing to shine on her transformed body, the plant drawing moisture from her flesh. Suddenly she felt cool liquid inside her abdomen and chest, somehow knowing that the roots had made it through the frame of the floor and had penetrated the ground water below the house. She felt renewed and nourished as the tree drank, and felt peaceful as the rustling leaves reached ever upward. She wondered that she didn't grow hungry, then understood that the sunlight was feeding her now, too. Satisfied, she fell into a dreamless sleep. Awakening several hours later, Patty realized that she could not move. She desperately wanted to move to where the sun now was, but was frozen, her arms and legs ignoring her desires. As she struggled, she felt a stiffening substance inside her limbs, and tried to figure out what was causing it. The answer was obvious: The tree had caused it. But how? Looking down, she saw that her thighs now had a light coating of bark on them. Concentrating, Patty felt a tiny, creeping movement inside her shoulders, down her fingertips, and up her back. It was the tree's roots. They had been busy while she had been sleeping and had grown into almost every inch of her body. She licked her lips, and tasted a salty sweetness. Suddenly she noticed a bright flash of color from the corner of her eye and looked up at the tree above her. Red flowers were forming at the tips of some branches... flowers that looked exactly like human vaginas, each one ready to accept a penis and dripping with pink liquid. Without thinking about it, she automatically squeezed her own pussy muscles tight. Nothing happened. But several of the flowers squeezed tightly shut. Wondering at this, she squeezed again. Several of the flowers squeezed shut. Squeezing very hard for a long time, she managed to close most of the flowers, and they stayed shut as long as she willed them to. Unable to move her head, she looked down as best she could but only saw the immense tree rising from her mound. Patty could not tell where she ended and the tree began any longer. Another salty droplet of sweet pink nectar fell onto her lips, and she savored it as she slowly moved her tongue back and forth on one of the last human parts left to her. All she could do was lay there, immobile, wondering what would happen next. She could feel the cool liquid slowly moving through her body, the water being taken from the ground and upward to her leaves in the form of thin sap. She realized that she thought of them as her leaves now. Another drop of nectar fell into her mouth from one of the red flowers above her. Patty sighed, and closed her eyes contentedly. She would not open them again. *** Several days later, one of her coworkers came to check on Patty. Not having heard from her, the office was worried, so Dave, the friendly but shy "new guy" decided to take his lunch hour and drive over to her house. He saw her car in the driveway and knocked on the door. No answer. Slightly worried, he tried the handle and called out as the door opened a crack. No answer. Entering, he noticed the sweet fragrance of flowers filled the house. Thinking it must be bouquets from well-wishers following her surgery, he thought nothing of it as he continued to call out into the house for Patty, widening his search. He became increasingly worried, and finally entered the bedroom. The scent was heady in here, and with little wonder -- dozens of red, vagina-shaped flowers danced at the ends of the branches, a tree firmly rooted in the ground beyond the floorboards and beginning to force the roof up dangerously, the ceiling plaster cracked and broken. The windows were broken, the tree's branches having forced through the glass to seek more sunlight and moisture. Licking his lips unconsciously, Dave approached the tree and marveled how it could be growing right through the floor and roof, then noticed that it was engulfing a bed as if it had been growing around the frame for a hundred years or more. The metal was twisted and bent as the strangely gnarled roots and trunk crushed and consumed it. Dave placed his hand on the bark, not noticing that he was trembling slightly. He pulled open his sweaty shirt collar, thinking that the room was unusually humid, and became even more aware of the flowers. They exuded a musky, sweet odor and dripped with pink nectar. He reached up and touched one, and it twitched closed for a fraction of a second, the nectar flow increasing, the air becoming thick with fragrance. He touched the flower again, entranced, and realized that it felt exactly as it looked -- like a woman's pussy. A red, receptive, wet pussy. Looking around as if someone would see him, he took a drop of nectar on his fingertip and tasted it. Delightfully sweet, and a bit salty as well. He slowly inserted his finger deeper, and the flower twitched again. Other nearby flowers began to lower themselves closer. He licked a droplet of nectar from the one closest to his face, inhaling the wonderful musk of the tree deeply. His tongue searched deeper, and when he closed his eyes it was exactly like pleasuring a woman... a woman scented like the most wonderful flower imaginable with sweet juices in her slit. He drank deeply. More of the flowers surrounded him, moving slowly, caressing his body as he lowered his pants. As if in a dream, he found one near his rod and pushed inside it, the red tunnel sucking and squeezing him as he continued drinking deeply from another flower, intoxicated by the nectar. He moved as if fucking a woman, rhythmically thrusting his hips into the soft, fleshy, wet opening the tree offered him. Before long, he shot deeply into it and shuddered with orgasm, a gasping grunt escaping his lips as he continued tonguing the other slit, drinking the sweet liquid within. He stood still for a few minutes, then slowly withdrew, a mixture of the nectar and his semen spilling onto the cracked wood floor. He smiled and looked up at the strange tree. It would be his little secret. He intended to come back, but later, after the effects of the fragrance and nectar wore off, he was shocked at himself and what he had done in Patty's bedroom. But he had done enough. Later that day the flower he had mated with shriveled and fell away, revealing an enlarging green ovary pod. Tiny seeds were forming within, and in less than two days the ripening pod burst open and spilled tiny brown seeds all over the floor and through the cracks, a shower of fertile new potential lives. And somewhere inside the consciousness of the tree, a mother's hope arose that her children would find purchase inside another dark, moist, warm womb. This is how it always had been, and how it always must be until the end of time. The cool liquid from the earth seeped upward into her limbs... the warm sunshine felt so good on her leaves and nourished her body... this is what it means to truly be alive and have purpose, she thought to herself. And she hoped another man would find her there, her dozens of hungry fuck tunnels dripping with the sweet nectar of anticipation. Oh yes... they all needed filling and fertilization so very badly... ### The End