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The Plant's Offspring

By: homealone_447



Edited by Angrybarcode and RogueLurker

Author's note: This story is a sequel for Keily's Plant.

Introduction

Homeland Security Agent Robert Crawford arrived at the local police station in the middle of the night. Late night visits were not a usual habit for him, but he had received a curious call. The concerned tone in the voice of his long-time friend, Randall, was impossible to ignore. Crawford's curiosity increased as he approached his friend's office. He remembered Randall's cryptic words,"You have to see this as soon as possible, Robert. I can't describe it on the phone..."

Crawford knocked on Randall's door and entered without waiting for an answer.

"Finally, you're here," Randall said with some sort of relief.

"Hi Randy. What's going on?" Crawford said.

Although he was talking to Randall, his eyes rested on a woman sitting across his friend's desk. She looked too young to be another police officer.

"Come over here; take a look at this," Randall responded as he reached for a video camera that was placed over his desk and pressed the play button. There was a black cable connecting the camera to Randall's computer.

Crawford looked at the young woman as he walked around the desk. Randall noticed the look.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is Mary. She is a... witness, you might say," Randall explained.

"A witness to what?" Crawford asked.

Randall stood. He indicated Crawford to sit on his chair, and signaled to the PC monitor.

...The first image on the screen showed an empty bed. The video had been taken from inside a closet, or something similar, since only part of the bed was in the field of view. Whoever was filming the video was nervous; the image was very unsteady. A few seconds passed and then a naked young woman appeared on the screen. She couldn't have been any older than twenty...

Crawford was startled for a second; he turned to look at Randall, before looking back at the screen.

...The woman lay on the bed, face up and unmoving for almost half a minute. Slowly, she moved her hands up to her breast, massaging them as she released a barely audible moan. Moments later, the young woman moved one hand to her crotch and gently rubbed her pussy. Soon her hips began to rise and fall in accord to her increasingly louder moans...

Crawford started to feel uncomfortable. So far, the video looked no different than a soft-core porn movie, and he was just sitting there in front of a woman he had just met. He was getting impatient.

"What are we watching Randy? What's all this?" Crawford asked.

"Just wait a second. It's coming..." Randall answered and again signaled with his head towards the video.

...The woman was rubbing her clitoris harder and faster. Her whole body was undulating wildly in an obvious prelude to a powerful orgasm.

"Ahh ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!!"

The woman arched her back, her head sunk deep in the pillow as she lifted the rest of her body up in the air, supported only by her toes. Her hands clasped the bed sheets as her trembling legs spread wide open.

Suddenly, a gush of white slime poured from the woman's pussy. It seemed to be thick and sticky as it slid down the woman's ass and thighs, dripping to the bed sheets. The slime was quickly followed by a greenish protuberance that slowly escaped her body, growing wider and longer as it slid out of her pussy lips... 

Crawford felt his cock stir in his pants in spite of the strange scene he was watching.

...The cucumber-shaped object was finally expelled from the woman's vaginal cavity as it landed on the bed. The woman appeared to have a final contraction, letting more slime spray out, before collapsing in exhaustion. 

The object was moving, like a breathing lung, inhaling gasps of air and then ripped open. A clear substance spread across the sheets, liberating something from inside. It was a greenish sphere the size of an orange, and it had a skin-colored tube protruding from it.

The image shook slightly and lost focus just before the image went blank...

The agent was astonished. He looked at Randall, waiting for an explanation and noticed that Mary was sobbing quietly.

Randall explained, "This video was filmed by Mary two days ago and the woman in the video is Susan Swanson. She used to be Mary's best friend until last week, when they both attended the state college. Mary says Susan was changed or possessed by something while staying there, as you saw in the video, and she wants us to help her friend. Mary, why don't you tell him what you told me?"

After listening attentively to Mary for almost twenty minutes, Crawford finally said, 

"I'm going to make some calls. We are going there right now."

* * *

It was only a matter of time until someone discovered the strange things that had happened at the school. Despite Keily's best efforts to conceal the events that changed her life forever--and the lives of so many women--a lost soul had betrayed them. Mary had secretly recorded a video and delivered it to the authorities. 

Now, one month later, a horde of agents had taken over the school, along with everyone and everything related to the alien plant.

A scientist dressed in an insulated suit approached the plant to take a sample for the hundredth time. It had changed since the first time they saw it. The large green ball at the bottom was turning darker and the large tube that extended up from the ball had changed from a slick, bright red to a rugged, dark brown. The scientists believed that the plant was dying, but they couldn't know for sure.

If fact, there was nothing certain about this plant. Its DNA was different from everything else they had seen before. To make matters worse, there seemed to be absolutely no movement within the plant's body since they had taken the first sample.

Still, they knew that the plant was alive when they found it. It had been extremely active according to Mary's statements.

At one corner of the school's large basement, near the stairs, one officer in a military uniform was watching the activities. The plant was encased in a large, crystal cubicle. The scientist that was taking the sample partly blocked the officer's view. A group of people was standing beside the officer, ready to answer his questions.

"So, what do we know about this thing?" The General asked.

One of the agents moved forward and explained, "All we know so far comes from the witness. The subjects that were collaborating with the 'plant' still refuse to say a word. According to the witness statement, it seems that one of the students, Keily, found the plant three months ago, and she physically interacted with it. Then, she coerced other women to join her. It started a process that our witness can't explain, but at the end of this process, a female was... created."

"Wait a moment," the General interrupted, "What do you mean a female was created?"

"Our witness is not sure. She arrived to the school when Flower was already around."

"Flower?" the General interrupted again.

"Its what they called it, sir. They named the newborn woman Flower."

"How convenient," one agent commented from the other side of the group. The others laughed quietly.

"Go on," urged the General.

"Flower, I mean ... the female, is who creates the plant's eggs. Later on, these eggs are implanted inside the subjects' wombs and four weeks later, new plants are born. We were able to extract six eggs from the female, in different stages of formation."

"I want to see this woman, or whatever she is," the General said.

"She was taken to the local National Guard base, along with all the other subjects," another agent responded.

"Ok, let's go."

Anna and Kirsten's apartment

Not far from the school grounds, Anna Kane was watching the announcement one more time. It had been on TV for a few days now. The description of the plant was accurate. It was suppose to be dangerous-- very toxic. Anyone who'd purchased one of these plants was obligated to call the authorities. Refusing to do so was subjected to a sizable fine.

Anna turned off the TV. She wasn't calling anybody. She had bought her plant almost a month ago, and she wasn't sick. On the contrary, she felt better than ever. Her plant had grown from three inches to nine inches tall. Now it was growing small yellow spheres all around the main larger sphere in the center, from where the rosy tube protruded upwards. Her plant was beautiful.

Anna remembered how her flatmate, Kirsten, and she had laughed about the tube's resemblance to a miniature penis on the way home from the college where they bought it. The tube wasn't small anymore -- it was now the size of big phallus and Anna's pussy twitched as the thought about it.

Anna decided it was time to visit her plant for a second time this morning. She stood from the sofa, wearing only a long t-shirt and walked into her room. It had been a good idea to skip work today; she wouldn't be able to do anything anyway, as horny as she felt.

Her nipples were already erect as she saw the plant sitting proudly in the large pot near the window. The sun rays filtered through, and reflected on the shiny, irregular surface of the greenish sphere below the leathery phallic form. It seemed to urge Anna to touch it.

As the woman got closer, the sweet smell filled her lungs and the familiar dizziness once again took over her mind. It became difficult to think, but Anna didn't have to. She knelt in front of the plant, and licked the tip of the pink tube. It immediately turned red. Soft tickles spread across Anna's tongue, making it irresistible to lick the plant again, and again.

Moments later, Anna was straddling the pot as she lowered her body onto the plant's phallus. The first touch of the red surface against her sensitive pussy lips sent a shock wave through her nervous system, straight to her brain. Nothing in the world could have stopped her from inserting the plant's member into her body. Anna moved down, holding her breath, letting the plant penetrate her until her thighs rested on the green sphere below the phallus. The tip of the plant's rod touched the entrance of her uterus and another explosion of ecstasy almost sent her out of balance.

As she recomposed her stance, Anna remained straddled on the plants phallus, enjoying the blissful feeling of her vaginal walls being stretched wider than ever . At that moment, Anna heard the front door closing; her flat-mate was arriving home from work. She looked up realizing that she had left her room door wide open. She was going to get caught! She had to close the door immediately, but the increasing throb in her pussy was ordering her to stay in place. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, only making things worse, as her swiftly moving blood spread the arousing sensations all over her body.

Anna remained immobile, looking at the door as Kirsten footsteps closed in.

National Guard Base

Earlier that day, in the military base located just outside town, Lieutenant Marianne Parker was observing Flower on the control room monitors. Flower's room was designed so she couldn't hurt herself but would feel as comfortable as possible. There were many fluorescent, white lights hanging from the high ceiling, and just one lamp with a regular yellow bulb sitting on the bedside table. Flower spent much of the time close to this bulb.

Marianne felt a little sorry for the girl. She had been watching Flower for two weeks now, and she looked just like a beautiful and innocent teenager, incapable of hurting anyone.

But she knew Flower was not a regular teenager. It had been less than two days from the operation when they removed the eggs from Flower's womb, and the scar was completely gone, as if she had never been touched. She hadn't eaten anything since they confined her, apart from drinking water-- lots of if. Still, Flower didn't seem weak or sick at all.

"It's time," someone called from behind, startling Marianne.

She looked at one of the monitors on the left, and saw a scientist followed by two armed agents walk into another room. Marianne pressed the sound button to hear what was going on in that room.

"Come with me, Isabel," the scientist said to a woman sitting on the small bed. She was wearing a white robe. Her room was smaller than Flower's, but still seemed cozy enough.

"Please let me go. I haven't done anything wrong," Isabel pleaded to the men.

"Calm down, honey, we will take you to see a friend," the scientist said.

They walked out into the hall, and the sound of Isabel's voice faded so that Marianne couldn't understand what else she said. The Lieutenant followed the group using another monitor until they reached Flower's door.

The buzzer sounded and the scientist pushed the door open. One of the agents walked in, and after a few seconds, signaled the others to come in. Isabel saw Flower and ran across the room, throwing her arms around the surprised young woman. Flower recognized her friend, and hugged her in return. The scientist and the agents walked out of the room and closed the door.

"So, who is she again?" One of the agents asked in a low voice as he stared at the large central monitor.

"Her name is Isabel. She was the nurse in charge of the school, and one of the first women to be taken by the plant," Marianne answered.

* * *

Isabel held Flower's face tenderly with both hands and kissed her. Lieutenant Parker and the rest of the agents in the monitoring room were expecting something like this, but not so soon. One of the female technicians gasped as she saw the two women kissing passionately, then she looked away from the monitor pretending to check some papers near her computer's keyboard.

Flower removed Isabel's robe without breaking the kiss, and Isabel did the same with Flower's. The teenager moved her soft lips over Isabel's neck, and kissed her gently all the way to her full breast. She licked around the soft nipple; it swelled immediately, hardening and filling with lustful blood. Isabel moaned, threw her head back, and entangled her fingers in Flower's hair, urging her lover to suck her breast entirely.

One of the agents in the monitoring room tried to break the tension from the increasingly hot scene, and spoke out loud, "Our witness was right. Flower breastfeeds from the other females!"

"We don't know that yet," Marianne responded harshly.

Flower was now pushing Isabel's waist softly, leading her to the bed. Isabel lay down, pulling Flower on top of her. Flower moved forward, and kissed her again on the mouth-- this time two tongues dueled for a few seconds, for everyone to see.

Flower licked her way down Isabel's long neck, and once again fastened her lips around the nurse's left nipple, as she massaged her right breast, stimulating it; this sent a torrent of pleasant sensation to Isabel's brain.

"Zoom closer to Flower's mouth," Marianne ordered.

The image moved closer, focusing just inches away from Flower's suckling lips. The beauty of the teenager was not helping the unavoidable arousal of the silent observers in the monitoring room. Flower's pink, soft lips wrapped eagerly around the erect nub - pressing and releasing in synchrony with Isabel's moans.

Everyone's eyes were glue to the screen. They wanted to corroborate the witness' statements about Flower's feeding habits, but a secret part of them just wanted to enjoy the scene, maybe replay it in their minds when the time was right, in a more intimate place.

Flower separated her lips for a moment to lick around Isabel's nipple, and a drop of white milk escaped her lips, and dribbled down the full orb onto the nurse's chest.

"There!" someone exclaimed.

Nobody answered.

Flower moved over to the right nipple, and in an instant it was trapped within a delicate prison of electrifying flesh. Flower suckled, and the milk flowed into her hungry body. Isabel had moved her hand down to her crotch; she rubbed her clitoris and swayed her hips sensuously, as if she knew she was being watched and wanted to provide a good show for the audience.

Flower kept feeding for several minutes until there was no more fluid to drain from the nurse. She felt satisfied and excited. Isabel deserved to be rewarded and Flower was resolved to follow through, so she slid down Isabel's trim body, stopped a moment at her belly to kiss it delicately, before moving further down to her friend's pussy.

A warm tongue darted over Isabel's clitoris as she arched her back responding to the shock wave of pleasure that traveled through her whole being.

Flower circled her tongue around the oversensitive button the way she had learned from the moment she was born. She nibbled it and then licked some more.

Isabel was in heaven. It had been so long. Every single touch of her lover's humid, warm tongue created an increasingly higher sense of bliss. She couldn't remember where she was, or even who she was. All she cared about was that contact that had become the center of her world. The feeling was growing to something she wanted more than anything. Isabel's body was on fire.

The only sound in the monitoring room was the almost continuous moan of the pretty nurse, "Ahhhhhhahhhhahhhhhh ahhhhh..."

One last tongue-lashing and Flower captured Isabel's clit between her lips and pressed down. Then she pushed her thumb on the nurse's anus.

A lightning bolt flashed behind Isabel's eyes, as her orgasm erupted from her pussy in every direction. Her hands extended rigidly to her sides and her legs trapped Flower's head before the first contraction. Her body shook with a strong spasm, followed immediately by an even stronger one.

The crowd in the monitoring room was completely silent. Nobody dared to speak. Before their eyes, the young nurse jolted under the obvious contortions of a tremendous orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Marianne could feel her panties getting damp under her uniform, and she knew that she wasn't the only one when she saw one of the female technicians rubbing her legs nervously under the desk, not to mention the bulging pants of the male agents standing next to her.

Almost two minutes later, Isabel finally relaxed and lay limply on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Flower crawled up the nurse's body, and rested her head on Isabel's breast, admiring them, wishing they would let her friend stay with her for now on.

* * *

"Ok, we have learned a lot today. Let's move on people," Marianne said.

The group of agents started to vacate the room, some of them still quiet, some making comments in low voices about what they had just witnessed.

Moments later, the same scientist and guards opened Flower's door and entered the room to take Isabel away, but not before the nurse manage to say in an almost inaudible voice,

"You need to get out of here Flower. You have to save yourself."

First worm exchange

Kirsten walked across the hall as she unbuttoned her blouse. She thought she heard something, but assumed it was the wind. Anna should be at work right now. Kirsten looked into Anna's room and stopped with astonishment. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what she was seeing. Anna was looking back at her with an expression of alarm and unrestrained passion.

"So...sorry," was all Kirsten could say before turning and walking away.

Kirsten got into her room with her heart beating hard as confusing thoughts cluttered her mind. Anna was supposed to be at work. Instead, she was in her room totally naked, and she was sitting on the pot. On the plant. Kirsten pictured in her mind the pinkish plant's tube embedded within Anna's slim body. She felt her clit jolt beneath her panties.

* * *

Anna tried to pull free from the delightful phallus, despite her body telling her otherwise. Kirsten had seen her; she had to talk to her. But halfway up, the desire to stay impaled by the hard pole was too overwhelming. She finally relented lowering herself until it was completely embedded within her. It was then, when the plant below her started to vibrate, that she screamed with bliss.


The Plant's Offspring



A few minutes later, Anna's blurry eyes opened to see a figure entering the room.

It was Kirsten. Naked. The woman approached her and knelt in front of Anna.

"Kirsten..." Anna whispered, "I couldn't help it..."

"Shhh." Kirsten said putting a finger on Anna's lips, "I know."

Kirsten knew exactly what Anna was feeling. She knew how the plant smelled, how it tasted, and how it felt when it filled her body so completely. Even how it felt when the phallus vibrated so delightfully, like it was doing right now inside Anna's warm cavity.

The plant had seduced them both.

* * *

After Anna and Kirsten discovered their mutual passion for the plant, the following days turned into a frenzy of sexual experimentation with each other and with the plant itself. They spent most of the nights and time off work taking turns mounting the delicious pole of the plant, searching for ways to increase the already overwhelming pleasure.

There was something the girls didn't know. The plant was maturing very rapidly, and it wouldn't be long before it finished developing its reproduction capabilities.

The plant kept growing at an accelerated pace, reaching maturity in less than two days. The phallus was now more than twelve inches long and almost two inches thick.

Late on the third night, Kirsten was squatting on the plant's pole while passionately kissing Anna. Way past the experimentation phase, their tongues dueled with abandon. Anna was piercing her flat-mate's anus, while caressing the part of the tube that wouldn't fit in Kirsten's vaginal cavity. She almost couldn't wait for her turn.

Kirsten was bobbing harder and faster than usual. She stopped kissing Anna and just stared into her eyes. Anna knew that behind those eyes there was only one thought-- reaching climax. Anna saw that Kirsten's legs began to tremble rapidly and uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her body twitched with orgasmic ecstasy.

Suddenly, Kirsten froze completely for a second before plunging further down onto the plant's tube until her ass was resting on the green sphere. Anna saw with amazement that the large probe was completed embedded within her friend's body. Kirsten legs were no longer needed to support her weight and they shook feebly on each side of the pot. Kirsten's body convulsed once more as she grabbed her belly with both hands.

It was then that Anna saw the white fluid leaking from Kirsten pussy, dribbling down over the plant's base into the pot. Anna gasped, looking at her friend's eyes. Kirsten was staring unfocused, submerged in a trance much like a permanent orgasm.

This lasted for a long time. The white fluid that escaped Kirsten's pussy and had filled the pot was now dripping onto the carpeted floor. Kirsten bucked with mild spasms every few seconds until her body bent forward and she fell limp on the rug. 

Finally, everything was quiet. Kirsten had been impregnated.

* * *

The following night, Kirsten finally woke up to see Anna was staring worriedly at her.

"Are you ok?" Anna asked.

"What happened?" Kirsten asked.

"I don't know, you had the plant all the way inside you, then white fluid came out of your body and you fell unconscious. Are you feeling ok?"

"I guess..." Kirsten finally responded moving one hand to her crotch.

She inserted the tip of her finger in her pussy, and pulled it out. Her finger was smeared with some of the substance that was still there. Both girls looked at it.

"What to you think it is?" Anna asked.

Kirsten looked at Anna, and then at her finger. Then she moved her finger to her lips and sucked on it.

Anna gasped and said, "Wait!"

"Wow! It tastes great!" Kirsten exclaimed.

Anna looked at Kirsten, indecisive to taste it herself. Kirsten didn't wait for her to make up her mind. She pulled Anna closer and kissed her. Anna responded immediately and kissed her friend back. There was a hint of the flavor still on Kirsten's tongue. Anna agreed with her, it tasted very good.

"I'll give you more," Kirsten said, unexpectedly rolling over in a way that she ended up straddling Anna.

Kirsten jumped forward until her pussy was right over Anna's face. The alluring smell filled her lungs. Anna hesitantly lifted her head and licked her friend's smeared slit. The tingles that sparked in her tongue spread swiftly to her brain. In a second, Anna attached her wide-open mouth to her friend's warm pussy, and sucked for all it was worth.

Kirsten felt her friend's warm tongue probe deeply in her pussy and in a short time she was close to reaching another orgasm. At that moment, she felt something stir in her lower abdomen. It puzzled her but she ignored it and kept enjoying Anna's relentless tongue. She was so close to her peak. 

Kirsten felt the movement again, this time lower in her body. Without any other warning, she felt her pussy fill completely from the inside out. Her vaginal walls became suddenly stretched wide apart by something that came down from within her. Kirsten squealed and climaxed hard, closing her legs around Anna's head, which trapped her friend in between.

Within her numbed bliss, Kirsten realized that something was being pushed out of her body with every orgasmic contraction. It felt like a giving birth to a giant worm. Each spasm on Kirsten's belly expelled the worm a little farther out, into Anna's mouth.

Anna was in shock. She couldn't move her head, or close her mouth. She couldn't quite understand what was happening, but she knew something was crawling its way between her lips, into her throat. The gagging reflex stopped almost as quickly as it started. The thing moved deeper inside and Anna realized her nipples were swelling larger than they already were. The bizarre situation excited her beyond belief. Her clit tingled and pulsated in accordance to every inch that the intruder penetrated her mouth. Then, she stopped resisting. Anna stared up at Kirsten's spellbound eyes as the last inch of the worm left her flatmate's body and slid into Anna's.

Deliberation

At the military base, an important meeting was taking place. Six people were sitting around a table in a conference room, including Lieutenant Marianne Parker. An additional person, from the White House, was assisting the conference remotely via a speakerphone.

"It has been decided to check her internally," the remote voice stated.

"What?" Marianne responded with a loud voice, "Do you mean you're going to kill her?"

"The order comes from the top. They want to check every inch of her body, inside and out. We know she is only human in appearance."

"You don't know that," Marianne argued. "We know that her DNA is not normal, but that's about it. She could be just a new species from this..."

"She comes from a freaking pod for Christ sake!" someone interrupted her. "How can you think she is human in any way?"

Marianne had spent hours talking to Flower, trying to find out exactly where she came from, where the male plant came from and what was her purpose. In the end, all she could see in Flower was a scared teenager that had no idea why this was happening to her. It was evident that Flower didn't know much about her own origin. All she knew of the world was the school, her friends, and the plant. She just wanted to reproduce as frequent as possible.

"We don't know that either," Marianne added. "We only know what our witness told us, and maybe she was lying. I need more time with Flower. We need to keep her alive."

"The male plant is dying," said one of the scientists sitting in the opposite side of the table. "Maybe the female will die soon too."

"We have confiscated dozens of small copies of the original plant," the guy sitting next to him said. "Maybe we could put one of those with the female and see what happens."

Marianne began to speak, "Yes. That's a good..." but was interrupted by the voice on the speakerphone.

"No! The decision has been made. The female will be processed in one week."

"You mean killed," Marianne said scornfully. "The female will be killed."

It wasn't until that meeting that Marianne realized how attached she had become to Flower. She knew the girl was not entirely human but at least a part of her was. She felt a hole in her stomach just thinking of the beautiful and sweet teenager lying on the operating table while her guts were removed one by one. The Lieutenant realized that Flower had become her friend.

A new pod

Anna lay exhausted on her bed. She had been masturbating almost all night, but she couldn't seem to stop. Anna knew that something was inside of her. Something that came out of Kirsten was now moving within her belly. Sometimes she could feel it stirring, and it made her so horny-- it was almost unbearable.

Kirsten woke up very early that day. The night sky slowly changed to a lighter shade of blue. She heard a moan come from Anna's room, and suddenly remembered what had happened the night before. She ran to see her friend.

Anna was arching her back, holding up her upper body only by her head. Her arms were straight to each side, and her hands grabbed the mattress as if trying to pull it out in pieces. She grunted and her eyes rolled up.

Kirsten watched amazed as a gush of a white substance squirted from Anna's pussy before the tip of a cylindrical form pushed its way out of the tender hole. Anna's legs trembled as the long body of the worm appeared before Kirsten's astonished eyes. The strange creature waved and squirmed, smearing Anna's thighs with thick, white slime. Then, after almost a few minutes of delightful struggle, Anna's limp body crumbled on the bed and the worm was finally free.

Kirsten walked closer and knelt over the bed. She looked at the slimy living thing as it crawled towards her, but she felt no fear. This worm had been inside of her before, and she wanted it in her again. 

The plant's offspring searched between Kirsten's legs, and found her pussy lips. Kirsten gasped as it quickly penetrated two inches into her pussy, sparking a torrent of immense pleasure that spread across her body. The worm paused before it pulled out, and then probed into her anus. At first, it sank in only one inch, as if to test the waters, but finally it started moving again and never stopped.

By the end of the day, it was Anna's turn to watch Kirsten convulse under overwhelming orgasms as the worm pulled free from her. Anna was anxious, and more than ready to receive the blissful creature inside of her one more time.

This went on for two more days. The maggot passed through the girls' bodies, getting larger every time, until it was too big to fit inside them. After that, it just curled on itself and formed a semi-spherical living form, a pod.

The pod resembled a large watermelon, but was completely white. It wasn't long until a small tentacle appeared in the uppermost section, inviting the girls to get on top, and enjoy the ride. They understood what the pod wanted, and acted in accordance. Now, the girls had both the plant and the pod to keep them satisfied and they couldn't be more thankful for it.

* * *

Thomas, the doorman at Anna's building, was wondering why he hadn't seen Anna or Kirsten in two days. They never left town without telling him and he was a little worried. Maybe something had happened to the girls. Both their cars were still parked in the garage. He decided to go up to their apartment and check it out. He rang the doorbell several times, but nobody answered. After a little hesitation, he used his copy of the front door key and entered.

"Anna... Kirsten... anybody home?"

He could hear music coming from somewhere in the apartment. There were some leftovers on the table. Thomas knew that the girls would never leave the table dirty like that; something was wrong. He called again before peeking into Anna's room. It was empty. Thomas was about to check the other room, when he saw movement beside the bed. He looked more carefully, and he saw a large pot that contained a plant.

Oh my god! It's one of those dangerous plants! , he thought.

Curiosity got the better of him; he walked a little closer. Something moved again, just beside the plant and caught his attention. Thomas distinguished a weird plastic bag on the floor, which was filled with some kind of liquid.

"What is this?"

Thomas placed a hand on the bedside table, and leaned forward with some difficulty-- the kind that usually comes with the elder years. The plastic bag was completely inert.

Suddenly, a tentacle protruded from the pod's surface, five inches up in the air and waved around slowly.

"Ahhh!" Thomas screamed as he pushed himself up. His hand hit the bedside lamp and it tilted backwards, then forwards, falling onto the pod. One of the iron wires from the lamp cover punctured the pod's skin and ripped it open, letting the fluid contained inside spread across the floor.

Thomas almost slipped on the whitish fluid as he scrambled away in panic, moving as fast as he could.

"Did your hear that?" Kirsten asked Anna.

"Yeah," answered Anna as she lifted her head from her friend's chest, and stepped out of the bathtub. 

Both girls walked out naked of the bathroom, and looked around. Anna gasped as she saw the front door opened. Then she heard Kirsten scream.

Anna ran into her room and saw Kirsten kneeling beside the broken pod, holding something that writhed in the palm of her hands. Kirsten had picked it from the floor.

"What happened?" Anna asked worriedly.

"Someone was in here! They broke the pod!" Kirsten responded, "I found 'this', moving on the floor."

Anna looked incredulously at the life form in Kirsten's hands, as she knelt in front of her friend.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I guess it was growing inside the pod. It's still moving."

"Look at its tentacles. Maybe it's another worm!" Anna exclaimed excitedly.

"But the other worm transformed into a pod, and this thing was growing inside of it. Maybe it's something else."

It was undeniably something else. It looked like a gelatinous and translucent starfish that was desperately hanging on to life. Moments earlier, when it was sliding across the floor, the small creature had extended its tentacles as far as they could reach, searching for anything that could help it survive. It found a few drops of spilled water and immediately absorbed them, finding different sorts of microscopic DNA swimming within, including one type of a very resistant amoeba. It assimilated the amoeba's DNA, and started transforming its own genetic structure accordingly. There was only one goal-- survival

"What should we do?" Kirsten asked.

"I don't know."

Kirsten lowered her hands and rested them on her thighs, careful not to drop the fragile creature. An instant later, a tiny tendril reached from the creature's main body, and explored Kirsten pussy lips. Both girls gasped in surprise.

Kirsten looked up at Anna, and then slightly spread her legs apart. The small thing sought further, and penetrated one inch inside Kirsten's pussy. The rest of its body followed.

Kirsten held her breath, and enjoyed the feeling while Anna watch with fascination as the small being disappeared inside of her friend.

"Ahhh!" Kirsten screamed when the life form pierced through her uterus, entering her womb. The pain passed quickly.

"Are you ok?" Anna asked nervously.

"I guess..." Kirsten whispered in response.

Later that day, the two women talked about the situation. Kirsten felt completely normal, except for a constant tingling all over her belly and crotch. It excited her much more that it worried her.

"Maybe you shouldn't have let it inside of you. We don't know what it is. It could be dangerous." Anna said.

"It's okay. I'll be fine," Kirsten didn't sound too convincing, "It has to come out sooner or later doesn't it?"

"Well, I guess," Anna responded, trying to reassure her friend.

Inside Kirsten's womb, the creature had finished merging the amoeba's DNA with its own, which opened a whole new world of possibilities. Now it knew that its host could not only be used as a temporary home, but it could be taken over completely. It wasn't necessary to grow up imitating a human body in order to live among them in disguise, but it could use an actual human body as the perfect disguise.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and a voice yelled from outside.

"Open the door, this is the police!"

Anna and Kirsten looked at each other with wide eyes. Kirsten was completely naked, and Anna was just wearing her panties.

"Get dressed", Anna whispered as she reached for her bathrobe.

"What is going on?" she asked to the police officer as the opened the door.

"Someone reported that you have one of those dangerous plants," the officer responded.

"What? What plant?" Anna feigned confusion well.

"We have to search your apartment," said a man dressed in a white, protective suit.

Without saying another word, they passed thought the door, finding the alien plant very quickly.

"Didn't you see the advice on TV? These plants could be very toxic," said the police officer, trying to be polite.

"Not really. I don't watch TV," Anna lied again.

Anna watched, with hidden sadness, as they put her plant in a black container and took it away. A man standing beside her startled her.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Anna."

"Have you felt sick in any way lately Anna? Dizziness or something?"

"No, not at all. I feel fine. Is this plant really toxic? It seems pretty normal to me, and I don't plan to eat it or anything like that," she joked, trying to hide her apprehension.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine," The man said as he followed the rest of the officers out of the apartment, leaving the girls alone.

Anna closed the door and breathed deeply, first with relief and then with disillusion. They had taken her beloved plant away.

Termination day

One week had passed since the meeting at the military base, and the designated day for Flower's termination had arrived. Marianne was in Flower's room. There was a tone of restrained sadness in her voice.

"Is there anything else you can tell me about yourself, about the plant that created you?"

"I'm sorry. I've told you all I know... I just want to go home," the girl responded.

Flower knew something was wrong. She could sense it in Marianne's voice, sense it in her body. She realized that she was in imminent danger. Isabel's voice still resounded in her head, you have to save yourself.

* * *

Later that night, a surveillance agent, who was enjoying a late snack, got a scare when he looked at the monitor. His eyes opened wide, and he almost choked when he wheezed with his mouth full of food. The ventilation duct in Flower's room was open, and the cover was on the floor three meters below. The agent pushed a button and the alarm sounded.

Everyone got in motion. The guards grabbed their weapons, and ran to their designated places. In a matter of minutes the whole base was closed down and secured.

"What's going on?" one of the higher-ranking officers asked.

"The subject has escape from her room!" was the response.

In Flower's room, Marianne and other agents were looking up at the ventilation duct.

"How the hell did she get up there?" one of them asked.

There was nothing Flower could use to reach the vent. It was physically impossible for a human being to climb up there and remove the cover without assistance. But Flower wasn't human.

"Somebody helped her," another agent remarked, "We need to check the other women immediately. There may be more fugitives."

Marianne remained quiet and meditative as she looked up at the opened duct.

An hour later.

"We have searched every inch of the ventilation system. There is no trace of her, Sir"





The Plant's Offspring



"She couldn't have just vanished, search again," the General screamed. "Search every room of this facility."

"Yes, Sir."

Several hours passed, and Flower was nowhere to be found. Now they were certain that the ventilation system was empty. Flower had to be hiding in one of the other rooms. Every agent was called in for the search. Every room was being carefully checked.

All except one; Flower's.

The lamp beside Flower's bed was turned on. The bedside table where the lamp rested had a small cabinet, way too small for anyone to fit in. Except for Flower. The rules of human flexibility didn't apply to her. She was designed to be flexible beyond belief, as her friends had corroborated witnessing every time she'd mated with the huge male plant.

As the cabinet was too small and the idea of hiding in her own room seemed too obvious, it hadn't occurred to the agents to search Flower's room.

Flower slowly the opened the cabinet's door and peeked out. Now her fate relied only on her luck. She pulled out from the cabinet as quickly as possible and jumped with amazing agility into the ventilation duct. She slid into the darkness.

In the monitoring room, someone caught a glimpse of movement in Flower's room. When the agent turned his head, he saw nothing - maybe a shadow moving in the dark hole of the air duct. He wasn't sure.

Flower was crawling with some difficulty within the confined tunnel. As she moved away from her room, the light began to diminish until she could barely see her own hands. Flower reached an intersection that led to a lower level. She detected a weak breeze that came from this new tunnel and she dove in, legs first. The fall was six meters and Flower landed with a thump, momentarily hurting her feet. One of the few agents that still was inside the ventilation tunnels heard a faint noise and pointed his lamp on that direction. Nothing.

"Sergeant, I think I heard something", the soldier reported on his radio.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the north side, in the lowest level of the ventilation system."

"Proceed to investigate. We'll meet you there."

Flower heard somebody's voice and silently moved away. She saw light on her left and crawled towards it, reaching the edge of the duct. She peered through the grid and found a very large room that contained huge tanks with many pipes that extended in every direction. Nobody seemed to be around so Flower pushed the grid off and jumped out of the tunnel to the floor below.

Flower searched to room trying to find a way out, but, except from the vent that she'd used the come in, the concrete walls had no windows or anything else that resembled an exit. She walked around a wide tank and saw a stairway that led to a door. She ran to it.

Flower was about to reach the door on top of the stairs, when she heard somebody talking on the other side. Flower gasped, and jumped over the banister back to the ground. It was the third time she leaped from a high place and this time she landed gracefully, making absolutely any noise. She took a step back to hide below the stairs but she bumped into something - into someone!

"Ahh..." Flower screamed covering her mouth immediately, and turned around.

"Shh. Be quiet," Marianne said to her. She knew enough about Flower to suspect that she was going to move down inside the tunnels, ending in the boiler room.

Flower looked scared and confused. Above them, two agents began to walk down the stairs. Marianne signaled Flower to jump through a hole in the ground that led into the sewer system. Flower looked in and then looked at Marianne for a second with fear in her eyes. The agents were at the last step of the stair. Flower jumped in.

Marianne closed the cover carefully and walked slowly away from below the stairs.

"Who's there!" one agent screamed aiming his gun.

"Relax! It's me, Lieutenant Parker," Marianne responded.

"Sorry, Lieutenant. What are you doing here?"

"I was just checking this room...with no luck," Marianne answered as she noticed that the agent's foot was almost stepping on the unfastened chain that was used the keep the sewer system secured.

The agent moved his foot away from it and Marianne breathed again.

Below them, Flower was standing in the humid and dark tunnel, trying not to make any noise. Suddenly, something touched her ankle. It was a rat! Flower had never seen one before. With a speed she didn't know she had, Flower grabbed the rat and threw it away with all her strength. She couldn't even hear it hit the ground. The girl's heart was beating fast. She decided to move and started walking, uncertain of where she was going.

Marianne was hopping that she could find Flower later on and continue the research on her own. At least Flower was still alive.

The Bar

After walking aimlessly for hours in the dark sewer tunnels, Flower finally saw light in the distance. She hurried forward until she reached the end of the tunnel, at the side of a medium-sized creek. Flower stepped in the water, happy to be able to clean herself from the smelly mud that covered must of her arms and legs. She removed her brief bathrobe and tried to wash it the best she could.

It was almost midnight, and the fields around her were dark below the moonless sky. As she looked ahead, Flower identified the light she had seen from the tunnel. It was a motel sign.

Moments later, she was hiding behind a bush looking at one man and two women entering a bar that was at the left side of the motel. Flower was uncertain if she should remain hidden or ask the women for help. She decided on the second, after all, women had always been great help to her from the moment she was born.

Flower entered the poorly lit bar and immediately all heads turned in her direction. Not only the fact that she was wearing a bathrobe caught everyone's attention but also it was not everyday that a beautiful young teenager visited a place like this.

Flower saw a woman sitting near the front door, and started walking towards her but a tall guy cut into her path.

"Are you lost, babe?"

Flower looked up at him and nodded nervously.

"I'm Mike. Come with me, I'll help you," the man said, making a signal to one his friends. The other guy just nodded.

Mike led Flower to the back of the bar. He opened a door that allowed access to a room that was built to be an office, but instead it contained a large bed, a sofa and an old TV on top of a dresser.

"I need some clothes," Flower said timidly.

"If you are a good girl, I'll give you clothes. You just have to do what I say," Mike said as he pulled Flower into the room.

Flower gasped, and grabbed her robe with both hands.

"Do you want the clothes or not?" The man asked harshly.

Flower didn't understand why this man was being rude to her, but she also knew that she didn't have a lot of options. She let go of her robe and it fell to the floor.

Mike could not believe his eyes. Flower's body was perfect. He wondered how an angel like this could be wandering, almost naked, in this part of town. Maybe she and her boyfriend had a fight and he had left her this far out of the city. Maybe she ran away from home.

"Who cares,"  he thought  "She's here now, and she's not going anywhere." 

Mike walked around Flower and held her from behind, grabbing one of her soft breasts with his hand. Flower didn't feel this was right, but she thought it was better to wait and see if he was really trying to help her.

Then he moved his other hand from her waist to her crotch, eliciting a quiet moan from Flower. Her nipples immediately reacted and swelled, increasing the nice sensation that began to ramble in the young woman's mind.

Flower had never been sexually involved with a man, but the desires and cravings that she inherited from all the women involved in her creation were rising in her mind, driving her to want more from this man, to let him show her how it felt to mate with a human male.

Mike turned her around and kissed her. Flower kissed him back, feeling the roughness in the man's lips and the way he handled her. She liked it. It was so different from the soft and delicate lips of her female friends. Mike threw her onto the large bed and began to unbuckle his pants.

A minute later, Flower was staring at his erect cock in front of her. It looked a lot like the plant's phallus, only not as big.

"Suck it." Mike said, getting closer to Flower's face.

"What?"

"Put it in your mouth!"

Flower looked back at his cock and opened her mouth. Mike sank his rod with so much force, it smashed into Flower's throat. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed the back of her head and kept her in place. They stayed like that for a few seconds, before Mike began to rock Flower's head back and forth. Flower understood what she was supposed to do and followed his lead as the wetness between her legs became evident with the cool breeze that filtered through the semi-transparent curtains.

"That's it, baby, suck all of it."

Mike said the words, but never expected that an inexperienced young women like this could actually do it. He looked down and opened his eyes wide as he saw Flower leaning forward, swallowing his cock slowly but steadily until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. She pulled half-way back, and then sucked it all again.

Mike pressed a little on the back of her head and she stayed there, with his whole cock deeply impaled within her throat, for as long as he wanted. Mike couldn't believe it and started to wonder what else she was capable of doing.

After long minutes of deep-throating, Mike picked up the light body of the teen, and placed her sideways on the bed. He moved on top of her and aimed his cock to the entrance of her warm, lubricated pussy. He pushed hard.

Flower opened her eyes wide as she instinctively arched her back to allow deeper access to her slim body. The penetration felt wonderful, almost as good as mating with the male plant. Flower wrapped her legs around Mike's body and tightened her love canal to increase the sensations that now radiated from her inflamed clitoris.

Mike began to grunt and smash down on her with all his might. Every stroke penetrated her pussy as deep as it could, and she seemed to want more every time. Mike felt like his cock was being suctioned into Flower's body by a mysterious force within her. At the same time, his phallus was being massaged from every angle. He kept pumping her for almost ten minutes, until he couldn't hold it any longer. He spurted his cum into the bottom of her vaginal cavity. He collapsed on top of her while he heard her soft voice.

"I want more..."

He stood up with a mischievous grin on his face, combined with a little surprise,

"You want more eh? Ok, you ask for it."

Mike walked to the door and opened it, speaking to someone that was standing right outside.

Flower heard the voice of the other man say, "Already?"

"Just do it, you idiot," Mike responded.

Mike walked back into the room, and a minute later, Flower saw another man that looked a lot like Mike walking in. He was removing his shoes as he approached her. She knew what he planned to do and she was ready for him.

* * *

Flower was on her hands and knees over the bed, and the man was standing behind her, pounding against her like there was no tomorrow. The man grabbed her hips to pull her back as he pushed forward, plunging his cock to the hilt every time. Flower was in heaven. She knew her orgasm was building up to the point of no return. It had been so long since she had one. She needed it so badly, and it was almost there.

"Ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhhhhhhh!" Her climax exploded in her pussy, and expanded everywhere.

Her vaginal muscles crushed down on the man's cock trapping it inside. Flower's legs trembled, her arms failed and she fell forward onto the bed. The man fell on top of her, but she barely felt him as her wild spasms shook her body all over the place. It wasn't until she stopped contorting that she realized there were other people in the room.

The man behind her was still pumping her pussy hard, but she was able to lift her head and look around. There was Mike, standing near the bed, and there were five other guys looking down at her with fire in their eyes.

"Come on, Bro, it's time to share," Mike complained.

"Wait guys! I'm almost finished!" said Mike's brother, almost grunting.

Five more hard strokes, and he was cumming in Flower's pussy. The teen could feel every bit of hot sperm that crammed her insides and she instinctively tightened her vaginal cavity trying to keep it all inside of her. By the time Mike's brother was finished, all the other guys were stroking their cocks, including Mike. He was determined to have a second round.

Billy, The Snake, was the next guy to jump on top of Flower. He was six feet tall, and a heartless bastard. Nobody was going to object to him going next. People thought that they called him 'The Snake', because of the tattoo on his arm, but the real reason was between his legs.

He lay down on the bed, and told Flower to sit on him. Everyone in the room was stunned that she didn't hesitate for a second, despite the size of Billy's phallus. Flower straddled him, with her body positioned so she was looking at his feet, and lowered herself until her pussy lips were resting on his cock head.

"No. I'm going in your ass," Billy said.

Flower paused for a moment, wondering what the purpose of that was, but he just grabbed her hips and shifted her into the right position before pulling her down. Flower gasped with this weird new feeling. She had had the occasional fingertip in her ass before, but never something this big. It hurt a little but the pleasure that immediately built within her anus urged her to go further. Her tight body slid down on the large cock until her ass cheeks rested on Billy's crotch.

"Where the hell did she put all that meat?" One of the guys asked, truly amazed.

Nobody answered. Everyone was spellbound with the image of the gorgeous teenager being impaled deeper than possible, slowly bouncing up and down, and moaning with her sweet feminine voice.

The guys watched the hot scene for a few minutes, but they came to a point where waiting for their turn was not an option. One guy, called Butch, leaped onto the bed and managed to accommodate himself between Flower's legs. He entered her pussy. This encouraged the others to join the group, trying to get a piece of the action.

Flower was now relying completely on her instincts. The pleasure she was feeling overwhelmed every rational thought and all she cared about was to take as much as she could from these men. The large cock in her ass only increased the blissful sensation in her pussy, and the warm flesh forcefully rubbing her vaginal walls only helped to amplify the fire coming from her ass. She barely registered the cock pumping in and out of her mouth until she felt it spraying a large amount of semen into her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some of it escaped down her chin.

The guy removed his meat from her mouth in time to let her scream her second orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and her slim body bucked between the two guys that were still impaling both of her holes. Within her spasms, Flower successfully milked the cocks dry from every drop of sperm they had, but soon these two cocks were replaced by others and the session continued.

The search outside

Every inch of the military base had been searched. The only logical conclusion was that Flower had escaped from the building. Several teams were formed to begin the search outside. There were roadblocks on every highway and secondary road that lead out of town.

Being so close to the base, the bar and the motel were the first places to be scanned.

"The motel is clear, Sergeant" said one of the agents.

"What about the bar?"

"It's been scanned right now."

Flower was taking a well-deserved rest from the wild gang-bang she experienced an hour ago. The guys in the bar where still talking about her.

"I'm telling you, man. No one ever had been able to swallow my rod like that," Billy said.

"Yeah. She was like born to do this," someone else commented.

At that moment, the front door opened and a man wearing a dark suit entered the bar. Everyone turned to look at him. The man looked carefully around the room and started walking towards the bartender. More men walked in behind him.

"What the fuck do you want?" said Mike with his usual aggressiveness as the man reached the back of the bar.

"Have you seen this woman," said the man, he flashed Mike a picture of Flower.

"No," he answered harshly.

The agent looked around, and found the narrow hall that lead to the back room. Behind him, other agents were arguing with Mike's friends. The man walked through the hall, always watching over his shoulder, and grabbed the doorknob. He pushed the door wide open. He looked at the large bed in the middle of the room. It was empty. Flower had heard the loud arguing and immediately hid inside the closet.

The man walked in the room, and opened the first door of the closet. Nothing. He grabbed the second door while Flower held her breath behind it, but before the agent could open it, a loud sound of moving tables and breaking glasses came from the bar. The man released the knob and ran outside the room to help his partners.

The fight only lasted a few minutes. The agents had more important things to do than fight and arrest a few lowlifes in a dirty bar. They left the place and continued the search outside.

After Mike was sure that the agents were gone, he went back to the room and found Flower still hiding in the closet. She was shaking. Even though Mike was far from being a sentimental man, he felt a little sorry for her and offered his hand to help her out. Flower immediately jumped out and held him as her sweet smell filled his nostrils.

"I don't know what you did to have all these people looking for you, honey, but you certainly know how to pay back for our help. We will keep you here for a while," Mike said.

* * *

Marianne was not included in any of the search teams outside the base. The General in charge had noted her insistence of keeping Flower alive. He considered her a possible obstacle to the mission, so she was ordered to continue monitoring the rest of the females - the plant's former slaves, as he liked to call them.

This decision worked in Marianne's favor. She had a plan of her own and she was putting into action.

Marianne was in Keily's cell and she watched the young woman sitting comfortably on the bed. The Lieutenant had finished telling Keily about Flower's escape. Keily listened attentively with her bathrobe half open; any kind of shame in her personality was long gone. Marianne tried not to get distracted by the woman's exposed,sexy curves.

"I need your help to find her, Keily. It they find her first they'll kill her," Marianne said.

Keily didn't answer; she just looked at the camera hanging from one of the high corners of her room.

"It's off," Marianne said.

"Why should I help you?" Keily finally spoke. "You're one of them, why should I believe you?"

"Because I helped her escape," Marianne said in a low voice.

Keily was startled for a second as she heard the Lieutenant.

"You like her don't you?" Keily asked with a mischievous smile.

Marianne thought about it for a second and responded, "I think they shouldn't kill her. It's not her fault being what she is."

"You have to promise me that you'll help her," Keily said.

"I promise."

"Ok, then I'll help you."

Now it was Marianne's turn to listen to Keily. She told Marianne how she could find Flower faster than the other agents. The plan was very risky, but she had to try.

* * *




The Plant's Offspring



Marianne had to wait four days to make sure in was reasonably safe to go through with the plan. She learned exactly where all the blind spots from the cameras in the halls and the secured rooms were in the entire base. She carried a folded cardboard box, hiding it the best she could inside her clothes and managed to pass unseen into the room where they kept all the confiscated alien plants. There was no way she could have avoided all the surveillance cameras in that room, so she had taken care of that problem earlier that day.

There were a lot of plants at different stages of development, and she needed to find one with just the right size. It had to be small enough to fit inside the box, but big enough to serve its purpose. Marianne found it. She carefully placed the selected plant inside the box. She closed it with standard brown tape and carried it to the door. The riskiest part of the plan was ahead of her.

She opened the door and stepped outside the room with the box in front of her. She started walking toward the non-restricted area as fast as she could, without looking too suspicious. Every corner she turned, she expected to find several guards pointing their firearms at her, but so far it was all clear. She was almost safe.

"Stop right there!" someone ordered.

Marianne stopped and turned slowly. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, but she tried to appear calm.

"Lieutenant. I didn't know it was you," the guard said as he looked down at the box. It was labeled 'Recycle'.

"Yeah. It's me. Everyone is so busy today that I have to carry my own garbage. Can you believe that?"

"I can take that for you," the guard offered.

"No. It's ok. I'm going out anyway," Marianne responded as she turned around and continue walking away.

A few minutes later, Marianne placed the box next to other bags and boxes waiting to be disposed and hoped the plant was strong enough to resist the trip to the recycling facility. The first part of the plan had been successful.

Kirsten's possession

After the creature had entered Kirsten's body, the following days became surreal. One of the priorities of the plant's offspring was to keep its host content and it knew only one way to do it. Kirsten spent all day in a constant state of arousal. She couldn't work anymore. She couldn't even get out of the apartment. Kirsten just waited impatiently, until the creature decided to invade her pussy from the inside one more time and extract another wonderful orgasm.

Needless to say, Anna was jealous. Not only had the pod been broken, but the agents had also taken the male plant away, eliminating the possibility of creating another worm.

All she could do now was masturbate in front of her possessed friend - trying to match her pace, her breathing, her moaning. Trying to imagine how it must feel to have that amorphous thing swimming inside of her. Anna desperately wanted to re-live the moments with the plant and the worm.

But masturbating this way wasn't even close to be the same.

* * *

Besides the frequent sexual outbursts caused by the creature, Anna noticed that Kirsten became increasingly distracted. Her friend spent long times in front of the TV without saying a word. Anna suspected that the plant's offspring must have something to do with Kirsten's altered behavior.

Five days after the pod incident, Anna came back from work, thinking about the situation.

"That thing has to come out of Kirsten soon, or we may be forced to do something about it. Maybe even ask for help." 

She was certain that Kirsten would absolutely refuse the later option.

Anna got out of the elevator, and approached the apartment door. Her mind was already picturing the naked figure of Kirsten. She wondered if her friend was climaxing at that very moment. Her pussy jolted.

She opened the front door and saw Kirsten sitting on the living room couch. Anna walked closer to her friend and perceived that she had the usual faraway look in her eyes.

"Hi, honey," greeted Anna trying to bring her back to the world as she had done many times before.

This time Kirsten didn't answer. Anna became alarmed.

"Kirsten... are you okay?"

No answer.

Anna noticed that Kirsten was slumped down on the couch, as if she was unconscious with her eyes open. Her arms were flaccid at her sides. Her face looked completely slack and her mouth was partially open.

Anna's heart jolted, then her pussy. Seeing her friend like that, completely at the mercy of the creature, excited her to an extent she couldn't understand. She should have been scared for her friend, but she wasn't. At that moment, Kirsten vacant eyes rolled up as an unmistakable indication of pleasure. Anna gasped as her pussy twitched again, harder.

Anna fell to her knees. Her hand reached under her skirt and found her already inflamed clitoris.

Kirsten moaned and rolled her eyes again. Anna inserted one finger into her own pussy, and almost came right there. Kirsten began to wave her hips slowly. Anna rubbed her pussy accordingly. They found a rhythm. Kirsten panted and arched her back. Anna rubbed faster.

Anna stared at Kirsten's empty eyes, trying to read what was behind them, while she kept stroking herself furiously. Her orgasm was almost there. It was going to be huge and she couldn't wait for it. Suddenly, something completely unexpected happened. Kirsten arched her back again, but this time a fat tentacle slid out of her pussy. Inch after inch, until it was at least one foot long. It looked different than the worm they saw before. A lot different. It was like a greenish extension of something else wedged inside Kirsten's body, an appendage that seemed to expand and contract at will.

Anna froze.

Her wide-open eyes stared at the appendage coming out of her friend's body as it waved leisurely in the air. It was calling her. It wanted her.

Anna couldn't take her eyes away. As if in the same trance as Kirsten, she stood up and approached her friend. Anna straddled her and carefully positioned the tentacle at the entrance of her pussy. She sat down. The slimy alien meat penetrated her body, sending a jolt of fire that spread from her pussy in every direction. The tentacle reached bottom the same instant she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down with forceful contractions as her legs shook without control. Her feeble arms collapsed and let her fall on top of Kirsten's body. At that moment, Kirsten embraced her and began to thrust her hips up against Anna's pussy, burying the tentacle deeper within her flatmate's vaginal cavity. Anna climaxed again almost instantly, and fell unconscious.

The tentacle that joined the two women together broke in the middle and each half slid into each of the women's womb. Anna's possession had begun.

Plant hunt

Five days had passed since Flower arrived to the bar. She had lost count of how many times she'd climaxed; sometimes having sex with just one man, but most of the time having multiple partners simultaneously. Eventhough she was happy to spend the day being penetrated in all her holes, there was something that kept her uneasy. Her instincts were urging her to move on. She felt there was something missing and she had to find it.

Mike let Flower out the room to wander around the bar, but never let her outside. He told her it was too risky for her, but in reality, Mike believed that Flower was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he was not about to let her go that easily. When the gang wasn't hanging around the bar, there was always someone left behind to watch over her. Today, it was Billy's turn.

He was sitting at the bar drinking a beer, bored out of his mind, when he saw Flower come out of the room. She sat beside him and without saying a word she put her small hand on his crotch and looked up at him with innocent eyes. Billy put the beer away, grabbed Flower by the waist, and carried her back to the room.

He threw her on the bed and pulled down his pants, showing his large cock already fully erect. Flower knelt on the bed and leaned forward, engulfing his entire cock. Flower's capacity for cock never ceased to amaze Billy. He grabbed the back of her head, and started pumping her mouth with eagerness. After ten minutes, Billy felt like he was about to cum, so he pulled back and pushed Flower flat on the bed. He jumped on top of her and penetrated her body as deep as he could. Flower moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Outside the room, the bartender heard Billy's grunts and Flower's soft moans for more than an hour. Then, everything became quiet. The bartender just smiled, hopping Billy was finished so he could take his turn soon.

A while later, Billy was in a deep sleep on the be, and Flower put on her new shoes. She quietly sneaked out of the room and stole the set of keys that hung from the cellar door, then she opened the door that lead to the backyard. She stepped out and moved unseen between old car parts, wine boxes and all kinds of junk which had been left there years ago.

Flower saw trees not too far from the bar and she ran towards them. She turned to make sure that nobody was following her and started walking away. It was past noon and she could see the town could ahead.

* * *

Marianne was sitting in her car that was parked not too far from the base. She watched her rear view mirror, waiting. She had been there for two hours now, and there was no sign of it. Finally, it appeared two blocks away. The recycling truck passed beside her, and stopped at the gate. A soldier let the truck into the base, and it moved to the loading area. Thirty minutes passed and Marianne got nervous. Then, the truck came back and left the military camp, hopefully carrying the box containing the alien plant. Marianne followed the truck at a safe distance.

Two hours later, Marianne was flashing her credentials to the surprised worker.

"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Parker. There's been a mistake. You're carrying a box that is not supposed to be here."

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I just carry the stuff that they left ready to go. It's not my fault."

"I'm not blaming you. I just need the box,"

"Ok, which one is it?"

Marianne looked into the truck, and discovered with alarm that 'her' box had been partially squashed on one side.

"I think is that one. Let me see it," she said trying to hide her apprehension.

The man lifted the box and carried it to the Lieutenant. She opened it, careful not to show what was inside, and found that the plant was still in one piece.

"This is the one. Thanks for your help."

"No problem," said the man. He scoped out Marianne's butt as she walked away with the box in her hands.

Marianne put the box on the passenger seat, and closed the door with relief. Now she was ready to begin the second part of the plan. Keily had assured her that it would work and now Marianne had no option but to believe her. The male plant would have to be placed in a high location - preferably on the side of town, where the dominant winds could take the plant's aroma across town.

Marianne knew a good place to do this. There was a new apartment building that still had some empty apartments on the higher floors. They had a small terrace that was perfect to place the plant. Keily was certain that Flower would detect this smell and follow it to its origin.

Marianne forced one of the doors on the seventh floor and entered. As she was taking the plant out the box, she remembered Keily's words, "if you don't believe me, smell the plant yourself, and see how strong odor it has". Marianne leaned forward, and breathed deeply. Keily was right, the smell was strong and delicious. So strong, it made her a little dizzy. Marianne shook her head, and returned to the plan. She didn't place the male plant completely outside on the terrace, fearing that one of the neighbors would see it. Instead she put it in the living room just beside the open sliding door, ensuring the plant's fragrance would be carried away into the city.

Marianne stepped outside. Somewhere between all those houses was the beautiful Flower.

* * *

Meanwhile, in Anna's place, Kirsten was on top of Anna, trying to accelerate her friend's takeover. The amorphous amoeba-like alien had already invaded most of Kirsten's body, and one copy it itself was now growing inside of Anna.

The creature was pushing its way out of Kristen's pussy and entered Anna's. Anna had her legs around Kirsten's ass, pulling her closer--as tight as she could--which smashed both their clitorises together in a blissful kiss of red flesh. Anna moaned, grunted and panted as she tried to cope with the torrent of sensations that cluttered her mind. She looked up at Kirsten's empty eyes; this only added to the fire. Kirsten did not moan or make any noise at all, except for heavy breathing. Her body was completely under the control of the alien and it expressed nothing but total surrender. All she had to do was to maintain the perfect undulating motion of her hips that was blowing Anna out of her mind.

Every second that passed, Anna learned more and more that Kirsten's inexpressive face was deceiving. Behind those vacant blue eyes, the real Kirsten was in heaven. There was a direct connection between her brain and her pussy that sent orgasmic jolts of pleasure back and forth, over and over. Kirsten couldn't think for herself anymore and she didn't want to. The only thing she cared about now was pushing its way between her legs and into Anna's body.

As if this wasn't enough, Anna looked at Kirsten's face as her friend gagged softly. Something was happening. Kirsten pushed her tongue out, which gave way to something else. Another part of the alien slowly started to come out of Kirsten's mouth. Anna's heart jolted, first with fear, then with excitement.

Anna pulled Kirsten's head down, and opened her mouth. They kissed while the tentacle moved into Anna's mouth and into her throat. Anna rolled up her eyes, and climaxed again. Moments later, her arms and legs fell feebly onto the bed as her possession was complete.

Kirsten remained on top, still pumping into her.

The next day, the girls woke up next to each other. Even though the human brain was too complex to dominate completely, the plant's offspring had learned how to control the motor functions of their bodies. It also knew how to implant ideas in the girl's minds, as if those ideas were their own.

But even as cell division and expansion was an effective way to take control of a human, it was far from the original purpose of the plant, which was to form a creature like Flower, capable of creating eggs to be fertilized by the male plant, and create more male plants. True to this genetic mandate, the alien was placing the first egg inside Kirsten's womb and soon Anna's would follow.

At this moment, there was only one idea that floated inside the girl's heads. Find a male plant.

Kirsten and Anna started to get dressed without saying a word to each other. It was so weird to see their arms and legs moving and obeying orders that didn't came from their brains. There was a moment of anxiety in Anna's head, but the alien sensed it and moved a mass of meat into her vaginal cavity that sparked a jolt of intense pleasure up her spine. Her apprehension was forgotten immediately.

The girls met at the front door, dressed and ready to follow the plan. They looked into each other's eyes and they both knew that behind those eyes there were words trapped by a non-responding mouth. They knew that their old consciousness was now just a passenger in their own bodies.

The girls had no idea how to find a male plant. They thought it was logical to start searching near the school grounds, where they'd bought the confiscated specimen. Anna jumped in the car with Kirsten. As they drove away from the building, a black SUV started its engine, and followed them. It had been established by the Homeland Security procedures that every person who'd owned a plant had to be followed closely, in order to detect any abnormal behavior, and in such a case, inform headquarters immediately.

Marianne's predicament

It'd been only three hours since Marianne took the plant out of the box and she was already becoming impatient. The whole apartment was now impregnated with the sweet aroma of the plant and Marianne suspected that it was affecting her as a timid tingling sprouted in her crotch without any apparent reason. Keily never mentioned this side effect of the plant and Marianne started to worry about the situation. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to place the plant in such a closed environment.

She stepped out to the terrace for fresh air, but the alluring smell was stronger there. She looked at the plant, it seemed so attractive, so inviting. She felt dizzy again. The tingling in her pussy turned into an itch, but she knew that scratching that itch would only make things worse.

"Where the hell is Flower?" she thought.

Finally, Marianne resolved to step out of the apartment and wait for Flower down on the street. She just had to be very careful not to miss her.

* * *

Flower had reached the city and walked the streets with her head down. She didn't know where to go, or what to do. Flower saw a police car approach from two blocks away and started to panic. There was a flower store across the street and she decided that it was a good place to hide. She opened the door; little bells hanging from the ceiling announced her arrival. A woman that was kneeling behind the counter stood up.

"Hi, may I help you?"

"Hi," Flower responded. She'd never seen so many different plants before. In some way, they comforted her.

"Are you looking for a specific flower?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Flower said in a low voice.

"Do you know its name?" the woman asked again with some sort of impatience.

* * *

Marianne never made it to the street. She stepped out of the elevator on the third floor, and went back up. It was foolish to leave the apartment just because of the plant. She was a trained soldier for Christ sake; she could control herself. It was better to wait there and keep checking the surrounding streets with her binoculars.

The moment she opened the front door, the aroma hit her like a slap in the face. She involuntarily took a deep breath and her knees went weak. She stared at the plant as the itch in her pussy became unbearable. She looked away trying to resist, but she took another deep breath and started walking toward the plant.

* * *

"No," Flower responded shyly.

"Well, what does it look like," the store owner asked.

Out of the corned of her eye, Flower saw the police car pass the store and continue down the road.

"Thanks," Flower said as she walked out, leaving the confused woman behind.

* * *

Marianne knelt in front of the plant, and examined it closely. The rosy tube that extended upwards was covered with an oily substance that reflected the sunlight in a beautiful and mesmerizing way. Marianne's face was inches away from the tube, her nostrils filled with the plant's pheromones. Her hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement. She was trapped and she knew it.

Almost without thinking, Marianne took her tongue and licked the phallus' surface. Her pussy twitched hard as the chemicals from the plant's oil filtered into her blood stream. Her lips were smeared and she licked them clean, almost desperately. Marianne knew now what she had to do. She stood up and removed her pants along with her soaked panties, then straddled the plant, ready to sit down.

Suddenly, the front door of Marianne's apartment opened violently. She woke from the plant's spell and hoped to see Flower. It wasn't her.

Kirsten saw Marianne standing still with a plant beneath her. A male plant. Kirsten's eyes widened and her heart began to beat faster, followed by her pussy. The female alien inside of Kirsten knew it was time to mate and it was ready for it. So was Kirsten.




The Plant's Offspring



Marianne was startled for a moment, not recognizing the two women in front of her, but when she saw Kirsten begin to undress she understood what was going on. Marianne moved as fast as she could toward the living room area, toward her gun, but Anna intercepted her and knocked her to ground.

Kirsten, completely naked, approached the plant and admired it for a moment. It was so much bigger than the one they confiscated from her home. Maybe too big. The plant's phallus was at least eighteen inches long, and two inches thick. Kirsten knelt and rubbed the length of the tube with both hands. She spread the lubricating oil on her breasts, her belly and on her pussy. Her nipples swelled instantly to match her already inflamed clitoris.

In the living room, Anna was on top of Marianne holding her down. The Lieutenant was a strong woman, but not enough to defeat the alien-controlled female. Anna moved Marianne's right hand so she could hold both of the Lieutenant hands with just one of hers. Then, she pulled up her own skirt.

In the heat of the struggle, Marianne didn't remember that she was only wearing her blouse, until she felt Anna's naked pussy against hers. It felt good. But no, she couldn't think that way. She had to fight. With all her might, she freed one of her hands and tried to push Anna away, but Anna kept her pinned down. Marianne felt something and stopped moving.

With fear in her eyes, Marianne felt a finger touching her vaginal lips then slide down her wet slit. She lifted her head to see who else was there, but didn't see anybody. She didn't understand. The finger pressed down on her clitoris and Marianne gasped as her pussy clenched on emptiness. She renewed her ineffective resistance.

Marianne saw Anna threw her head back, moaning loudly as she tightened her hold. Then, Marianne gasped and moaned herself as she felt a large bulk of meat entering her vaginal cavity. She arched her back from the undeniable pleasure. Unwelcome pleasure that she tried to deny without success. They stayed that way until the invading phallus reached the top of Marianne's pussy. Then she collapsed, spreading her legs apart.

Anna started to move her hips slowly and rhythmically. Marianne's possession had begun.

* * *

Five feet away, Kirsten stood up and straddled the plant the same way Marianne had done moments ago. The alien within her body was as excited as Kirsten's old consciousness; the first with the expectancy of getting its host pregnant, the second with the irresistible pleasure that was about to come.

Kirsten lowered herself until the tip of the male plant's phallus touched her sensitive pussy. Her legs shivered in the anticipation and a mild spasm traveled across her body. Kirsten let the first two inches spread her nether lips apart and enter her tight cavity. She moaned softly as her body got used to the thick pole. Inside her head, Kirsten was screaming with unbearable bliss. She moved lower, allowing seven more inches to break through her stretched walls until the plant's tube reached her cervix. She pulled up a little and moved down, reaching the top of her pussy again and again. Kirsten started to pant and moan louder as more of her real consciousness was freed while the alien within her concentrated on its main task; extracting the male plant's sperm. 

Below the fat phallus of the plant, in the large green sphere, different kinds of fluids mixed and blended together, preparing for the final release.

Kirsten hair flew all around as she bobbed up and down the pole. Her orgasm was getting closer and she knew it. She wanted it more than anything. The thick phallus smashed against her cervix every time. It felt so right. This was the reason for her existence. The sounds coming from her mouth were in perfect synchrony with the movement of her crotch.

"Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrggg!"

The synchrony was lost. An explosion of light ignited behind Kirsten's eyes and everything became blurry. A strong spasm originated in her pussy, travelling across her arms and legs. Her hand sought a better grip to prevent the fall, but found nothing. Another spasm turned her legs to jelly and she fell down, impaling herself even deeper than she was. Kirsten screamed as the plant cock penetrated through her cervix and into her womb. Her pussy contracted over and over, as if trying to hold on to the phallus and never let it go. One minute later it was over, or so she thought.

For the first time in the last few days Kirsten was again in control of her body. She could feel the female alien moving inside of her. She could feel the plant's pole buried impossibly deep inside of her. The thought of freeing herself crossed her mind but she discarded it, partly because she was afraid and partly because she didn't want to. For some reason she wanted to stay like that, impaled.

Suddenly, the plant's pole started to vibrate, radiating waves of infinite bliss all over Kirsten's body and eradicating every single thought from her mind. Once more, all she cared about was embedded between her legs. Her second orgasm started to build up fast as the vibration continued for a while.

Kirsten was now a rag doll at the mercy of the plant. She squealed almost continuously, unable to do anything else. Her eyes rolled, turning white, and she exploded in a powerful orgasm at the same time the male plant did. This time Kirsten didn't shuddered and contorted. She just stayed there, her head thrown back, her arms completely limp by her sides and her legs spread wide to either side. Only her pussy jolted and twitched around the pole that began to spurt fluid copiously. The male plant didn't care that Kirsten wasn't designed to store sperm. It just kept pumping and pumping as Kirsten belly grew accordingly. The amoeba-like alien that had been embedded within Kirsten's body absorbed as much sperm as it could before the semen found its way out within the tight crevices of Kirsten's womb and pussy. Soon, the large green sphere beneath her was also covered with the whitish substance.

Finally, the male plant finished spraying cum and its pole bent to one side, letting the unconscious Kirsten dislodge from it as she fell delicately to the floor.

* * *

One block away, the agents who had been following Anna and Kirsten were talking inside of the car.

"What do you think they are doing up there?"

"I don't know. Do you think they are infected?"

"It's not an infection. It's some kind of addiction."

"Whatever...do you think we should take a look?"

"I'm not sure. They seemed pretty normal to me. Let's wait a little longer."

* * *

Kirsten was lying on her side, still unconscious. Suddenly, she moaned quietly while a squishy sound filled the room. One tentacle pushed out from Kirsten's anus and snaked gingerly across the floor. Soon, another one pushed out from her pussy and followed in the same direction before merging with the other. The resulting tentacle crawled forward until it reached the pot of the male plant. Kirsten's amoeba-like alien had found its destiny. It was going to stay wrapped around the male plant, producing eggs while the human female's womb would be used to grow the fertilized eggs, just like all the other females. Kirsten's moans intensified, as the pleasure provided by the alien sliding out of her pussy and ass increased.

In the living room, Marianne was lying flat on her back. She could hear the soggy sounds coming from nearby, but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was focused on the unbearable bliss produced by the strange form that moved within her pussy and probed deeper and deeper with every motion of Anna's hips. Marianne was certain that something really bad was happening to her, but it felt so good that it was impossible to stop. The fire in her pussy, far from fading, was growing stronger every second. She realized that her arms were wrapped around Anna's back, but she didn't remember moving them.

Anna was looking down at her with true passion. Marianne admired how pretty she was. Big blue eyes. Luscious red lips. Lips that were getting closer. Marianne saw Anna's eyes lost focus completely. Her mouth opened wider to let a tentacle slide out timidly. Marianne, without thinking, opened her mouth too. 

The alien began to slide between Marianne's lips, ready to take complete control over this new female.

Suddenly, somebody pulled Anna violently from above and moved her away from Marianne. The tentacle had barely reached the back of Marianne's throat when it was pulled away along with Anna's body. Marianne woke abruptly from her mesmerizing spell and looked up. It was Flower.

The part of the alien that was joining Anna and Marianne's pussies broke with the forceful interruption. One half quickly retracted into Anna's body and the other started to crawl its way into Marianne's, but before it sank in completely, Flower grabbed it and pulled it out, not without eliciting a loud moan from the Lieutenant. Flower knew by the smell that this tentacle was part of an undeveloped female plant.

Marianne stood up and stumbled a few steps back still confused, still very aroused. She looked at Kristen and saw the last inches of the Kirsten's alien leave her pussy and snaked toward the male plant. Marianne saw the rest of the alien already wrapped around the shaft of the plant. Just the sight of that phallus made her pussy twitch again.

Anna was looking at Flower from a safe distance, uncertain of what to do. She turned to look at Kirsten's limp body on the floor and then looked at the male plant with its growing pole standing upright and the female amoeba enveloping part of it. Anna couldn't look away. The plant was like a magnet to her body and mind. She started to walk towards it and didn't see when Flower approached her from behind and tackled her to the floor. Flower straddled the possessed woman and held her down easily.

Anna wanted to reach the male plant, but she couldn't move. Desperation overcame the alien within her nd she tried to fight back in the only way she could. The alien projected from her vaginal cavity faster than ever before, aiming for the attacker's pussy. Flower was wearing a short skirt and no panties. The tentacle located its objective and penetrated Flower as deep as it could, realizing immediately that Flower was not an ordinary female. She was a female plant just like the tentacle itself. The alien tried to pull back out but Flower, having full control of her inner organs prevented it, and began to pull it all into her body.

Marianne watch with amazement as several feet of the amorphous thing passed from one woman to the other, until the last of it left Anna's jerking body and entered Flower's.

After a short moment, Flower stood, shaken.

"I saw some bad guys down on the street," Flower said.

"Bad guys? What do you mean?" Marianne asked.

"They are in a black car, dressed in dark clothes like the ones that came to the school," Flower responded.

"Damn! They are agents. They must have followed these girls. Come with me," said Marianne, offering her hand.

Flower looked at the male plant just two feet away from her and caressed it before taking Marianne's hand.

The final decision

The agents had a good view of the building's front door and to the left side service corridor.

"Hey! Isn't that the woman that escaped from the base?" One of the agents asked excitedly pointing at Flower as she stepped out of the service door.

"Shit! It is!"

Marianne stepped out behind Flower.

"And who is she?" One of the agents asked.

"I can't see from here."

Flower and Marianne walked through the alley to the back of the building, out of sight. The agents reported their findings and ran behind the women, guns in hand, but when they turned around the corner, the girls were gone.

A lot of agents arrived to the area in the following minutes. They quickly found Kirsten and Anna, one still lying limp on the floor, the other mounting the plant's phallus with abandon.

Marianne and Flower managed to enter a department store that was in the same block. They bought dresses and sunglasses and hurried to the parking lot. There was a woman getting into her minivan and the Lieutenant forced her out of the car, taking the keys from her.

As Marianne drove out of the parking lot, she saw many agents on each side of the main street checking every car that tried to leave the area.

"Damn! We're fucked!"

There was no way to hide Flower so quickly without being seen. She turned her head to tell Flower to keep her head down and hope for the best, but Flower was not in the passenger seat anymore. Confused, Marianne looked at the back seat and there she was. Flower had squeezed her body in the very narrow space beneath the seat and the floor. Marianne was startle for a moment, but then she remembered where Flower came from and what she was capable of doing.

Marianne reached the improvised road block and stopped the car.

"Please stop your vehicle, miss, we need to search your car," the uniformed officer said, holding a picture of Flower. There was only one picture, so Marianne knew she was not a suspect yet.

"What's going on?" Marianne asked.

"Don't worry, Lady, you'll be on your way in a second. Please open your trunk."

"There is no trunk, this is a minivan," said Marianne faking annoyance, while she looked for the right button.

"Whatever. Just open the back door!"

She found it and pushed. The back door opened automatically. The officer didn't expect to find anything in a minivan so he took a superficial glance over the empty cargo area and said out loud, "Ok, you can go."

Marianne drove away without looking suspicious, knowing that the lady from which they had stolen the car should already be reporting the incident to the store personnel. The minivan would be flagged in a matter of minutes.

"You can get out from down there, honey," Marianne said to Flower.

They ditched the car about ten blocks away and stopped a cab passing by. Marianne gave the driver the address to her home but the immediate problems were not over yet. Not even five minutes after the got into the cab, Flower started to move uneasily on the back seat. Marianne noticed and asked in a low voice, "Are you ok?"

Flower didn't respond. She looked back at Marianne as she closed her legs tightly and clasped down hard on the seat. Marianne was puzzled.

"What's going on?" Marianne insisted.

Flower hesitantly spread her legs a little and pulled her skirt up. Marianne saw a tentacle probe out from Flower's pussy more than seven inches. The Lieutenant gasped in surprise, but recomposed quickly. This shouldn't shock her after what she saw back in the apartment building. Flower strained with effort and pulled the tentacle back into her body, but she couldn't hide a moan escaping from her mouth. The cab driver looked back using the rear-view mirror. Twice.

They had to get out of there soon. Marianne remembered the chemical plant on the way to her home. It was just a few blocks ahead. The plant had been closed down very recently as a result of years of the neighborhood protests. It would be a good place to hide for a while.

"We'll get out here," said Marianne to the driver.

They walked on to the plant property and as expected all doors were closed, but this wasn't a problem for Flower. They broke a small window that didn't have protective bars, and Flower slid in. She opened the door for Marianne. Once inside, they found an office that still had furniture and Flower slumped down on a sofa.

Marianne sat beside her and looked intently at the exhausted young teen. After all this tension and excitement, Marianne realized that she wasn't so aroused anymore and she was thinking a lot more clearly. She wondered what the hell she was doing. She was risking her whole career, her whole life, for a girl she barely knew. Maybe all this 'save the alien' adventure had been a huge mistake. Maybe the General was right, this girl looked like a human female, but she wasn't. She was an alien and nothing more.

Marianne was pulled from her reverie as she heard Flower gasp. The teen bent forward clutching her abdomen and then arched her back spreading her legs apart. Marianne moved away from the sofa and observed from a safe distance.

Marianne saw Flower throw her head back and open her mouth wide as a tentacle slid out from between her lips. It moved forward several inches and waved in the air for a moment. Marianne knew it was the amoeba-like alien that Flower had taken out from Anna. It was trying to free itself. Then another tentacle, bigger and wider, showed underneath Flower's skirt. Marianne took a step back and stared at it.

The tentacle coming from Flower's mouth pulled back into the teen's throat, which was bulged out to accommodate it. Then it moved further inside as the tentacle that slid between her legs pushed further out. Flower moaned and closed her eyes. She was enjoying this. Marianne wondered how the girl could be taking pleasure from this, but then she rationalized that Flower and that thing were the same, that's why.

Marianne saw a second tentacle appear below the first one, just as thick. Marianne couldn't see what was happening beneath Flower's skirt, but she could easily imagine the girl's pussy and ass stretching wide to let those alien bodies slide within. Flower's muscles clutched down on the tentacles to keep them inside and hugged them to extract to most pleasure possible. Marianne realized something else. She was excited too. She could feel the cool air around her dampening panties and how they rubbed so delicately against her bloated clitoris. She hated herself for feeling that way.

Flower was now waving her hips sensuously following the rhythm of her moans and, with every moan; another inch of the amorphous alien was liberated from her body. This continued for several minutes until almost four feet of the fat tentacles had squeezed their way between the teen's clasped orifices. Then, with one final push, the last part of the gelatinous being became free and Flower climaxed. A gush of remaining fluid sprayed from her pussy as her legs trembled and let her fall from the sofa into the dusty floor. She jolted with spasms several times until finally it was all over.

During all the process Marianne kept watching, and her pussy kept dripping. She got scared and wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her mind reeled with conflicting feelings. She didn't want to be aroused so badly by this, but it was so exciting. She wanted to save Flower, but she also wanted to save her career she worked so hard to obtain. She wanted to keep the life she always knew. She had to make a decision.

And she did.

"Flower, grab that thing and come with me," Marianne said, after Flower regained her self-control.

They arrived to the production area of the plant where Marianne found some tanks still containing flammable fluids. She made some preparations, and after a few minutes everything was ready.

"Wait here," Marianne said as she moved away to find a safe area.

Conclusion

"We found her General, she is destroyed," said one of the top ranking officers.

"Are you sure?" asked the General with a concerned tone.

"Yes, Sir. After the explosion at the chemical plant, we searched the entire area. We found remnants of alien DNA all over the place. We are still trying to determine how it happened, but the explosion was big enough to kill the female alien."

"Ok. What about the two girls and the plant found in the apartment?"

"They had been taken to the base camp. The girls refused to say anything, like all the others."

"If anything new comes up, I want to be informed immediately. Hopefully everything is under control now. Good work."

* * *

In a house out in the suburbs, Marianne had her arm, up to her elbow, buried inside Flower's body. Flower had given her so many orgasms last night that she had lost count. Now she was paying back the favor.