1 comments/ 61502 views/ 13 favorites Seeds By: amandaslo Messalina's family had had delusions of grandeur when they named her after a Roman Empress. They had enough ambition for they daughter that they gave her a name, which conjured up images of her as a rich wife or a powerful woman. They did not have the education though to realise they had named her after a woman whose sexual gymnastics would have tired most porn stars and did exhaust Rome's leading prostitute in a now famous competition. They did not just aspire to bigger and better things but believed it their destiny and like many people did not recognise that their intelligence and abilities did not match that ambition. The 22nd century had opened up distant star systems and just like the discovery of the new world in the 15th century a whole new future of discovery and prosperity opened up for mankind. Some people did make a lot of money and stories of the poor individual making a vast fortune almost overnight were commonplace. Messalina's parents were bitten by the greed bug like millions of others and got involved in almost every type of enterprise that came along. There were rushes for land, mineral wealth, water rights, research and so on and so on. But they never got rich. They'd plough in everything they had to whatever was the latest money making craze but usually at the last minute just before the bottom fell out of it. They had the odd spot of luck but whenever they actually began to make money they would pull out and invest it all in a new venture. The new one would often falter shortly after and take a nosedive whilst their old investment would sky rocket. 'Bad luck' they always used to call it but Messalina knew it was just plain greed on their part. Growing up was not fun for Messalina. Her parents moved around from planet to planet never putting down roots. They went without to invest as much as they could and so she never had the things other children did. She was always the new girl in school, standing out because she wore cheap clothes, never having the time to make friends and usually the subject of bullying. As a teenager it was worse as once the new kids learned about her name she was ribbed mercilessly. The only teenagers to try and befriend her were boys that were only interested in finding out if she was anything like her namesake. She was no slut however but it never stopped some boys from saying she had put out. It was far worse on the occasions that she was taken in by the sham affections of some boys. Getting what they wanted had been like winning a trophy and they couldn't keep their victories to themselves. It was no wonder that she grew to loath her parents. They had given her a name without any knowledge of its consequences and were losers that made them bad parents. She wondered how things might have been had they actually made the fortune they craved for. Messalina doubted they would have been content. They would just have found other investments to fritter their wealth on. The more she thought about it they weren't just unlucky losers but gamblers. Like any addicted gambler they had been destined to just place bigger bets until they lost it all. At eighteen she left home, no longer able or willing to stand being in their company. Unlike her parents she intended to work hard for what life could offer. She worked on a farm at first, gaining enough money a year later to attend an agricultural college. At twenty she could have gone on to university but money held her back. So she decided to put her now found qualifications to work with one of the many corporations experimenting with the multitude of flora found on the newly discovered worlds. Then she would save, get to university and become one of the well-paid botanical scientists she ended up working with. There'd be no need for risky investments. With a job like that she'd have every bit of material wealth available and no one would ever make fun of her clothing again. Saturn Interstellar Galactic Medical Associates (SIGMA) were her employers, which was ironic. The one venture her parents had been involved in on the ground floor had become the largest and most profitable medical research company ever. Just as it had begun to make a profit they had pulled out of it and invested a small fortune in a gold mining operation. Unfortunately the gold market had tumbled a few months later and they were left with almost nothing. Some might think that she would have found SIGMA distasteful as it would bring back bad memories but Messalina didn't think that way. The way she saw it was that it was a positive reminder to be anything other than like her parents. She enjoyed the work she was given and did well enough at it that she was given more interesting work. After a few short months she went to a research facility on an uncolonized planet called Serendipity. It was a planet that SIGMA wholly owned and the work there was shrouded in mystery. On her first day she went to the office of her boss Dr. Kane. "Please come in Miss Jones. Take a seat and we'll have a chat about this facility." The doctor was like most of the researchers put in charge of such places. He was in his late forties to early fifties, seemed to have something of an inflated opinion of himself and tended to regard young people with a level of kindness that bordered on patronization. With regard to young women in particular he often seemed as if he thought they ought to get a good spanking, regularly and as a precursor to bed. Messalina thought that given they all wore the uniform of a white lab coat that might as well have been cloned. Messalina for her part looked every inch what he imagined his female lab assistants to look like. Approaching twenty one she had a perfect figure, a nice little bottom for him to spank, firm pert breasts and a pretty face that he could see splashed with his cum even as he talked to her. He would try his luck with her at some convenient stage and hopefully she would prove to be everything her name suggested to him. "You are bound to secrecy by your contract as you know." Bound was a word he liked, it conjured up images of many other girls he'd tied up and it was easy to imagine his new employee the same way. She smiled at him innocently and feeling the swelling in his pants coughed to clear his throat, or rather to clear his mind and get on with the matter at hand. "What we are developing here is a new drug that we believe will be the biggest selling drug of all time." It was hardly a speech she hadn't heard before. Her parents had said similar things before and at her last post they were developing a cure for cancer. The doctor picked up a remote control, swiveled in his chair and turned on a large screen behind him. "Flora Parasitus Amourus." A picture of a plant appeared on the screen. "Or as we call it the 'love plant'." The odd thing Messalina had found about most non-terrestrial plant was that it was quite earth like and this one did not seem any different. At the base were leaves and fronds and out of that grew too stems. At the top of each stem was a pod. "The love plant is the most interesting parasitic life form we have ever come across. It is unable to develop seeds of its own or to make new plants by itself. The one pod contains a very small seed that cannot germinate in anything other than the womb of a host animal." He pressed another button and the screen filled up with a small herd of indigenous animals that looked like deers. "Watch now. One of the animals gets close enough to the plant that it can detect female hormones and then one of the pods explodes." A shower of white dust hits the air and the animal seems to stagger for a few seconds. "The powder is a powerful aphrodisiac and also stupefies the animal to remaining where it is. Then the stem holding the other pod moves toward the vagina of the animal, which is now sexually excited. The pod goes in and after finding its way far enough fires in a seed." Messalina had certainly never seen any plant do anything like that before. "The animal then wanders off and the plant dies. Inside the animal the seed germinates and spreads to the nervous system via the spinal column over a period of seven days. Once in control of the animal it keeps it an almost constant state of sexual arousal, thereby attracting males who mate with it. On its own the germinated seed will use the host's sexual liquids to produce seeds, which will grow in soil but the process is speeded up considerably if other sexual liquids are added i.e. sperm." "The host animal now deposits seeds that will grow and infect the rest of the herd, and so on and so on." Messalina found it fascinating, "What happens to the herd?" Doctor Kane moved the video onto a different scene, "The host lactates and the males, after drinking some of the milk follow the host everywhere for some reason. It's probably another sexual stimulant but we have only been researching the plants. As for the herd, it eventually dies out. The females all become infected and no longer reproduce young. They just keep producing seeds until they die. I'm sure you're wondering why there is still animal life here that the plants have not wiped out. Temperature is a big factor. The plants need warmth. A simple morning frost would be enough to kill them so it is only along the equatorial line that they can exist." "They are also incompatible with some life forms such as fish and birds as they do not mate in the same manner as mammals. There are also some life forms here that are so big that they don't even notice the plants and frequently trample over them. That's generally how the plants are kept in check. Tell me Miss Jones what you think." It was a genuinely professional question but in the back of his mind the obvious sexual aspect was too delicious not to hope she'd answer in that manner. "It's the most fascinating plant I ever heard of let alone seen Doctor. I suspect that it is not the seeding pod that is being researched." He nodded and raised his eyebrows, which together with his open palm indicated that if she were to impress him then she should continue, as the answer was far too brief. "Well from only what I've seen I'd say that the powder has possibilities for male impotence, sexual recreation and perhaps as a fertility drug. It is definitely not addictive, as the infected animal would have returned to the plant again so if there were some narcotic effect it could be marketed as a clean drug. The only problems I envisage concern being able to break to compound down into viable constituents. If the powder was simply marketed as it is then it might do all of those things but there's greater profit in selling ten drugs to do ten things rather than one. However breaking down the compound has probably meant reducing the potency or making it useless." "Very good Miss Jones. Tell me what you think may be possible side effects from what you've seen." She shrugged her shoulders, "There aren't any obvious side effects of the drug alone that are obvious. The powder acts immediately with its effects but it is the seed that continues the process. I'd be interested in finding out what the side effects are, if any and I assume that you've used human test subjects. As for long term testing I wouldn't have thought that mattered beyond conclusions we can reach in a lab." The doctor gave her a huge smile, "Excellent! You realise of course that it was your attitude I wanted to get at." Images of tearing open her blouse and mouthing her ripe breasts competed with what he wanted to say. "Coming here should be a clear indication that we intend to pay for your time at university. A well-qualified scientist that we have nurtured will be of great use to the company. Of course any niggling doubts over things like long term effects have no place here." "You are to some extent on trial here. Learn what you can and show willing and before the year is up you'll be off to University on full pay." Showing willing was what he liked in young female assistants. He'd play the usual game with her. At first a guiding hand. A father figure but still with some playful sexuality to it. Then a more obvious approach and finally the grateful woman would be his. It took varying lengths of time and sometimes it failed but more often than not it did not. "Now I'll show you to your supervisor and you can get to work." People like work they are interested in. People like work that they have an incentive to do well at. But people like work best of all when both are combined. Messalina enjoyed her time at the lab. She knew Doctor Kane wanted sex and she didn't find the prospect unappealing. Past experience taught her not to be too easy though. She'd wait almost right up to time she left before she gave him what he wanted. She was sure he wouldn't mind the wait too much, as he was known to be bedding several other women at the facility. The world or more aptly the galaxy was her oyster. She loved her work and was going places. A few years at University then she'd be one of the scientists. Then the money would really roll in. She'd be involved with projects more interesting even than the one she was right then. Stretched out before her would be more steps up the ladder, more money better things to buy and so on. A month before she was due to leave for Earth though she realised something. The money was going to be good but hardly a fortune. It'd be maybe another ten years before she actually owned a house instead of paying a mortgage. What if her career didn't go so fast and she ended up like Doctor Kane, middle aged stuck at one job, not moving up the ladder anymore? It was a crazy thought though. How come she didn't think she'd be satisfied with what he had? He had more money rolling in than she could spend right then. One day she began work as normal and went off to take a sample of the powder from one of the plants. After planting a seed in soil the fully-grown plant was then transferred into its own jar where it was fed nutrients and kept in a hermetically sealed room. Messalina entered the room in her chemical suit, which was more than a precaution around the plants. Her own scent had to be kept away from the plants and the powder had to be kept away from her. Safely sealed off behind a layer of rubber and plexi glass she could go to an individual jar without danger. The jar was made of two pieces screwed together above the base of the leaves and fronds. She unscrewed it and the plant remained motionless. Then she picked up a sample jar and held it beneath the powder pod before severing it from the rest of the plant. She saw it visibly wilt and knew that someone would come along and dispose of it shortly. Later on she went to collect the soil seeds from the host animals that were penned up. There was nothing dangerous about that task and it required no suit. Only the animal's heads protruded to be fed. Toward the rear of the pen fecal and urine deposits collected in a small drum, along with seeds. Lab assistants like her collected the drum, took out the seeds and emptied out the waste. With no external sexual activity an animal always produced one seed a week but sometimes two and even three on rare occasions. On that day her animal had produced two and before she knew what she was doing she slipped one inside her rubber glove. Back in her apartment she put the seed on her bedside table and looked at it. It was so innocuous sat there. By itself it was nothing but it had so much potential. All those tests she'd run and reports she'd read and helped compile. The powder might be capable of many things they hadn't even considered but it would probably take so long to break down properly that she'd probably still be working on it in another thirty years. The powder by itself was definitely something special without being broken down. It apparently gave an intense feeling of pleasure more intense than any human made drug yet produced. It was non-addictive and had no side effects beyond mild, temporary, increase in heart rate and blood pressure. It was supposedly so much better than any drug that junkies took that it had the potential to completely wipe out the human drug problem. Why would anyone take anything else? It would be cheaper, more available and be considered a recreational drug. It would be good for humanity so why not make some money providing it too. Messalina thought about the possibilities. She could easily buy a cattle shed and fill it full of animals that would provide her with seeds. In another building she could harvest the powder and sell it. She had a distant cousin she got on with well that was a cop. She'd be bound to see the sense in the venture and be able to arrange for it to be sold by drug dealers. Her first calculation of roughly how much she could make seemed small after a while. Perhaps they ought to aim higher and bring in more drug dealers and have a much bigger farm. Hell, why not go legit after a while and then go interstellar. SIGMA was selfish not marketing the product there and then, but then their greed would work to her benefit. She remembered a history lesson about how China had cornered the market on silk by keeping all the silk worms to themselves. She then saw herself as the brave monk that smuggled out some silk worms and gave the world affordable silk. Yes, it was only fair to herself, but especially mankind that she did this and if it made her rich beyond her wildest dreams then so be it. There was just a slight problem though. The seed was almost as big as a golfball so it would easily be seen on the security scanners if she put it in her bag. Swallowing or otherwise inserting it into her body was unlikely to work either. She could put it in her vagina but it would likely be uncomfortable and she was worried how she might get it out. Besides she didn't want to discover that it could germinate in a womb, as they had never tested that out. There was only one way she could get the plant back to earth but that was unthinkable. However she had plenty of time to think up something. Her quarters were private, as were everyone's so it would be easy to grow it and then she'd extract the tiny seed and find somewhere, not on her person to hide it. Her fish died an ignominious death in her toilet. Their glass tank become a home to the seed in the soil Messalina took from her other plant pots. She cut a circular hole and another rectangle in the plexi glass tank. With the aid of some rubber sealant she sealed off the circular hole with a rubber dishwashing glove. She then made a plastic drawer, which slid into the rectangle. Before the final seal went on she put in a pair of scissors that would serve as secateurs. When the plant was ready she would put her hand in the glove, pick up the secateurs, snip the head off the seedpod, and then put it into the tray. She could then slide out the tray, slice up the pod, remove the seed and after disposing of the evidence no one would be any the wiser and she would be completely safe. The truth was she was still not quite sure about what she was doing. There was a nagging doubt that everyone gets before they do anything, which they know, is wrong. But people convince themselves that it is perfectly justifiable. For Messalina all it took was listening to scientists bragging about their houses on Mars or Earth, how they had bought a ranch for their retirement on Rief or how they were going to buy a cruiser and just see the sights around the galaxy. If greed drove people to extraordinary lengths then envy was there to push that little bit further. Time went on and by the time the plant had matured Messalina had just four days before she left. She knew she'd have to harvest the seed soon so she had enough time to get rid of the dead plant but she put it off and put it off. The following morning she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself down. She went back into her bedroom dressed in a towel wrapped around her breasts and another around her wet hair. Before she took off the towel to dry her hair she paused, "I'll definitely have to get the seed after I get dressed." Then she frowned at herself, "What am I talking about? I keep putting it off and putting it off. Why don't I just get it over with and do it now/" With the practiced disregard for safety that many have from familiarity with a job she did without any protective clothing, not even a mask. She strode confidently to the plexi glass tank and promptly slipped. Her wet feet had slid on the linoleum floor and sent her backwards. Instinctively she tried to break her fall on the set of drawers that the tank was sat on. It tipped it over and it hit the floor. Seeds Panic set in. She was led on the floor, the towel around her breasts fallen open, her legs open and the tank on the floor. She hadn't heard anything smash so maybe it was all right. She levered herself up slowly to see the tank. Plexi glass might break but it never smashes. The top had been poorly sealed and the overturned tank had tipped over letting the top fall onto the floor and its contents to spill onto the floor between her outspread thighs. When she got up enough to see that she saw the two pods, inanimate yet menacing. Her hands went to scramble backwards and in that instant the powder pod burst. Messalina's vision did not get blurry. It seemed to be filled with stars. Everything glistened and every part of her felt alive for the first time in her life. She also began to feel extremely horny. Her nipples stiffened into what seemed like tight knots that pulsed waves of pleasure through her, Her clitoris throbbed and swelled, Her labia also felt swollen and every heart beat seemed to send jots of ecstasy through them, up through her clit and then onto her nipples. Sex had never been that good before. She had never been so wet and inviting before either. She became vaguely aware that the seedpod was moving between her splayed thighs. She knew it would feel good to have it inside her. She would have opened her legs further for it had she been able to. She wasn't paralyzed, she just felt so aroused and sexually excited that she couldn't move. The beating of her heart was the rhythm that she knew was bringing her toward climax. The pod nudged her vagina and slid in like the head of a cock. She moaned as moved in further. Then it began to pulse at the same rate as her heart. It pulsed faster. Her heart beat faster. It swelled with each pulse. Her climax neared. Then it burst. An orgasm wracked her body so hard that as she convulsed she passed out. The seed shot into her gushing pussy, and as her palpitations fell and her vagina contracted it was drawn into her womb. She lay on her floor for over an hour before she regained consciousness. Her body was covered in dry sweat, her clean hair now matted with drying sweat and a small pool of her cum on the floor between her legs. The plant was obviously dead now that its job was complete. Messalina felt exhilarated. She knew what had happened was dangerous to say the least but she felt so elated that it hardly seemed to matter. It took another half an hour to regain her composure though that feeling of well being had not worn off. She showered again before going to work. She'd be late but knew that Doctor Kane would not be difficult to win around. What she would do about the mess in the apartment and the dead plant could wait. She'd have to do something about the seed inside her. That much she knew. It would have to be done within a week or it would have control of her. For the time being she felt better than she had ever imagined feeling, When she went into Doctor Kane's office she was feeling like a bitch on heat too. It was not the seed controlling her feelings right there and then. She just felt so turned on that she had to have sex. Doctor Kane looked disappointed. "Miss Jones, if you are going to do well with the company then being late, even just the once, isn't the thing to do." She could tell he wasn't really angry. He rarely got angry in fact but he enjoyed the opportunity to scold young women, imagining what they might do in return for forgiveness. On this occasion his dream would come true. Messalina dropped to her knees in front of him. "I am so sorry doctor. Please let this one incident go. You know how much I like you." Her hand touched his knee and he said nothing. Her hand drew closer to his crutch and her said nothing. Then as she slowly drew down his zip he put both hands on her head and gently motioned her toward his swelling manhood. She pulled out his swelling cock and without hesitation began to suck and stroke him. He would have enjoyed her just doing that but Messalina wanted more and in her heightened state of arousal she did not require any foreplay. After a much shorter time than Doctor Kane would have liked she got up and bent over his desk. "Do what you want just please forgive me." It was every fantasy he had ever had about such situations and he thought that it was just as well that she hadn't been sucking him for longer or he might have cum right there and then. He yanked down her pants and took a moment to savour the sight of her white cotton panties before pulling them down too. Her clothes lay on the floor as he got behind her. He slipped his cock into her sopping pussy and they both gasped. She was every bit the innocent turned whore for him. He loved the feeling of her cold pale white buttock cheeks as they met his waist with every stroke. She mouthed obscenities to urge him on to fuck her faster. He obliged but the intensity of the situation was too much for him. He was going to cum far too soon, He wanted to see her face covered with his sperm but instead called out his orgasm and spewed his thick cum into her pussy. He sat back in his chair and looked on as Messalina, still bent over his desk played with her clitoris until she too came. Afterwards he asked her for a date later and she agreed. She knew the feeling was unlikely to wear off quickly. Back at her apartment she had work to do before she went to her appointment with the doctor. She still felt the cocaine-like effects of the powder and the powerful afterglow of the pod induced climax but she thought straight enough to get on with tidying up. She also knew what she had to do about the seed. She could simply tell Doctor Kane so it could be taken out but the repercussions would end her career. Worse still she might become one of the test subjects in those pens. She had another six days to remove it. That wouldn't be a problem. In two days she'd be leaving and in a further two she'd be on Earth. Her cousin Sharon was a cop and so she must know where there was a surgeon that did under the counter work. She'd have two days then to have it removed and placed inside the womb of another host such as a dog or something. Knowing her plan could still work made her feel even better if that was at all possible. It gave her a sense of power and superiority. She was cleverer than the company she worked for and she'd make money because they were too stupid to prevent her. Doctor Kane was a symbol of the company getting fucked by him until she left was a symbolic trade of the fucking she'd be giving the company. By the time she left two days later she had exhausted Doctor Kane almost to the point of collapse. Each time was satisfying sexually and satisfying for what she was about to do. When she left she went through the searches and as she had known they found nothing. She looked forward to the journey to Earth. At two days it was not going to be a pleasure cruise as such but she had her own cabin and there were enough distractions provided to ensure boredom would not be a factor. For Messalina that would include a liaison or two with the better-looking passengers and crew. The morning of the last day on board she showered and bid goodbye to the conquest from the night before. Life was good and could only get better. Riches and a new found sexual appetite that she would eagerly satisfy. As she was toweling off she noticed something. It was something she saw in the corner of her eye and it grabbed her attention immediately. She put the towel out of the way and stood so that she could see in the mirror to her front what was being reflected in the mirror behind her. She didn't believe what she saw but a gradual realisation came over her as to what exactly was causing what she could see. All of the host animals had fur and it had concealed what was happening to her. There at the base of her pines was a light green tinge. The seed was germinating, and soon it would be the plant that controlled her and produced more seeds. Her thoughts ran through her head like an express train. None of the seeds had germinated so quickly before, but what was it she had been told? "The seeds are produced quicker when there are more sexual fluids for the plant to feed on." But that was the development of seeds and not the parasitic seed. It seemed like ten minutes as she tried to figure out why and how this was happening but in reality it was a matter of seconds. Thought process is extremely fast when someone is scared or in a tense situation and Messalina was both scared and in the tensest situation she had ever been in. "Most animals have to be in season to attract males. The hosts didn't actually come into season until the plant took over their central nervous system. Even if they had been mounted the same day as the initial implantation that would have been that. Humans don't have a season though." "My god! I've been fucking like a bunny. How many times? Christ knows. A dozen? No over twenty. Fucking hell, I am in the shit!" She had been fertilizing her womb for the seed well. So much so that she had shaved off three days of its germination period. The tinge of green was a sign it was spreading toward her spinal column. She ran out of her room trying to get to the sick quarters as quickly as possible. Money suddenly meant nothing. She'd tell the surgeon about the plant as quickly as she could and hope that he would then perform a caesarian on her before it grew any further. Panting as she continued to run, sweat glistened on her naked form, as she tried to get there as fast as she could. Then she stopped. The plant had reached its destination and it began to manipulate her. Messalina was well aware of what was now taking place. The plant did not control the mind of its host. For what it wanted it did not need that. All it needed to do was stimulate hormonal generation and a desire to mate. In all animals this meant having sexual intercourse, not knowing exactly why. Humans rationalized their situation. Messalina did not just want to have sex, she wanted to produce more plants and spread the happiness by whatever means. To her reproduction manifested as her desire to produce seeds and introduce them to new hosts. Just then a door opened and two eighteen year olds gasped in amazement at the sight of a naked, sweating young woman before them. Messalina turned and with a grin asked, "You boys know where a girl can get some action?" She got plenty of action on board. She was anxious to feed the plant and get a seed out as soon as she could. Messalina was no longer worried about what was happening to her. She was pleased that it had happened. She wanted nothing more than to spread pleasure and happiness. But she was in control of her thoughts. The plant did not need to control them, just her feelings and of course her hormones. During the following five days Messalina had disembarked and found a cheap boarding house. During the same time she green skin shading had extended further up her spine and she had given birth to a seed no bigger than a golfball. She had plans for the plant it would become, knowing exactly who would be best suited to assisting her in ensuring the survival of the species. So she didn't want anyone getting seeded before their time. To that end she bought a much sturdier botanical tank and used only the best soil for it to grow. In the meantime she carried on mating up to five times a day to fertilize her womb and hasten the arrival of another seed. The seed grew into another love plant within a week and Messalina herself had grown. Her breasts had gone from a curvaceous 36b cup into a blossoming 38d. With just a little squeeze she produced milk but she was keeping it away from anyone for the meantime. Instead she used a breast pump to ease her need to feed others. Sharon was overjoyed at Messalina's call and almost insisted that she come to stay with her and her boyfriend Carl until she got settled somewhere. The couple both remarked on the plant Messalina put in her room and were very helpful in her getting settled. It would be the last morning they awoke where their lives did not revolve around the love plant species. Messalina tipped most of the milk they had in a carton and replaced it with her own. She wasn't sure what would happen to Sharon and her boyfriend but she had observed the animals at the research centre. They did not become mindless idiots, as she had been worried they might, but seemed intent on doing anything Messalina and Messalina alone wanted. Her friend eagerly lay on the floor in front of the plant and inhaled the powder as it burst forth. The three of them would be sowing the seeds of a new revolution. Carl would be bringing over as many of his friends as he could to fertilize the two women. They would give the men milk. The men would get wives, daughters, sisters, mothers and so on and so on, to take seeds. Messalina calculated that at a rate of seed growth of one week, germination of one week and a new plant every week that inside a year there would be around 8000 hosts. If they all fucked like she had been doing, and she knew they would then that could easily be doubled. An army of willing males would hasten the expansion of the species. She smiled at the thought that unlike her parents she had indeed invested everything she had in a growing business that had the potential to obliterate all its rivals. Too bad that it meant the extinction of the human race, but what was so bad about that? We'd probably only die out because we destroyed ourselves in some pointless war anyway. Better that each life lived knowing rapture every day until it died. Better still the legacy would be terraformed worlds with changed temperatures to suit the greenery that mankind and more aptly womankind had spread. Messalina had a mission and would soon have plenty of willing helpers to ensure that the human race's legacy would be one of leaving worlds better than we found them. Seeds of a Medical Fantasy Talk about laying the seeds for a medical fantasy Five months ago I went to my doctor and she, yes I have a female doc, said. "I need you to loose weight." OK, I did need to get some pounds off. So I started going back to the gym and hitting the weights and cardio hard like I use to. Fast-forward to yesterday; I have a follow up with her and she expects results, which I had improved well. What I did not expect was to be looked at more closely than weight check, BP, pulse and oxy-level like the prior follow up visits over the past eight months. She wants me to strip and go through a normal physical. This makes me nervous, why you ask, because I just got done shaving my cock, balls, and anus along with the surrounding areas. Well, I like to show off, but you never know how people will react, what will they assume etc., however, what choice did I have, so I strip down and wait for her to return sitting there in my paper gown. She is a small woman, yet imposing in her position of "doctor" and in the way she carries herself, think of a green eyed in shape Hillary Duff mixed with African American, straight off blonde hair and a perfect golden completion. She has seen me naked and even semi aroused during exams but never shaved clean. She came back in and started asking how I felt while running, any pain etc. etc. Then came the hernia check, and she does not call for a chaperon. This has happened before; the office was so busy that she did not ask for a chaperon during this part of the exam. Ok, here goes, the paper gown closes in the back so I just pull one arm out, my right, and pull the gown over to the left letting it hang, displaying full frontal nudity; exposing my clean-shaven genitals. She is on her round stool and turns to face me. She froze for an instant, then just said, "I see we like to shave. Why is this?" I just stared down at her...and managed to stammer out, "I like the feeling...of it...during..." My cock twitched and started to swell. This could be really bad right here, a lecture on the hazards and risks etc. But instead, with a superior look in her eye, she looked me straight in the face and said. "During sex is that it?" I responded with. "Yes I..." She broke in and said. "It is OK, do you ever shave your hole body or just here, your penis and scrotum?" Now I am starting to sweat, my heart rate started going up I began to feel the blood pumping in my chest. She must have noticed because she said. "Calm down it's OK." I took a deep breath and managed to get out. "I also shave my back area...so...that is it. I have never shaved my hole body." She pursed her lips and her eyes widened just a little and asked. "You shave around your anus. Have you ever cut yourself? You know that could be dangerous, could lead to an infection." I said, "No I have never cut myself anywhere down there, I am very carful." Her reply was quick. "That's good, if you like doing this just be carful and keep clean. Now why are you shaving around your anus?" Really nervous now, my heart was going...I did not want to here a lecture about the hazards of anal and what goes with it. I managed to get out a few words while trying to control my growing erection. "No real reason...I...I just like it" She tilted her head to the left looked at me and asked. "Do you do this because you like to be penetrated anally? Male anal stimulation is normal you just have to be carful and practice a few simple things." I said. "Well yes, I like to be penetrated...it...ahh...but not what you may think..." I looked away from her to the wall and lowered my head. She again helped me finish my statement by asking a leading question. "Do you self pleasure with fingers or do you use something or have a partner penetrate you? Knowing will help me look for certain things that could develop with these practices." I was scared now; she was asking if I was with a man in that question! She wanted to know what I liked, personal things...I couldn't understand it, I was getting so aroused, I said. "I don't like men...I like women and like them to...to..." My cock twitched again and I got that tingle in the tip but I finished by clearing my throat, making eye contact with her and getting out. "...To penetrate me with their fingers and...and...you know, things like..." Without skipping a beat she just looked at me and asked. "You like women to use sex toys to penetrate you?" I don't know why I lost most of my composure and inhibitions at that point, maybe it was the sound of her voice saying those words, I don't know, but I just blurted out. "Yes, to use sex toys, life-like dildos, butt-plugs, their fingers, even tried their hand if it is small enough. I like it...I just like it." There was no pause and no change in the look on her face from the words I had used, she just countered with. "I see; do you like large toys? This could lead to some problems if the toy, the dildo, is large or long; also you mentioned fingers and a hand, the fingers can have nails so be carful with those...now as for the hand, that can get large in diameter so you could develop a fissure, an anal fissure. Most anal fissures are caused by stretching of the anal mucosa beyond its capability, and can happen during repeated penetration in this way. How long have you been doing this? I have to inform you of the risks. Do you or have you ever had a problem or discomfort after a session?" I was just about half erect, light headed, she must have known this, and just stared at me. The words rolling out off her tongue were so erotic to me, the matter of fact way she spoke those terms was intoxicating. I figured what the hell and said. "No not really, I have been...or had an aggressive...you know, an aggressive girl leave me sore for a day or two, with a little blood, not much, but it was good, a good feeling...I liked it...I went back...to her...I wanted more. I do like...big dildos, thick ones and long, and also plugs, some plugs I leave in for awhile I like that feeling the stimulation as I move around." She shot back with. "These large dildos, they are life like, thick as you said, but how long are they, depth can be issue, you have to be carful and not go so deep you experience pain during the session...has this happened? Wow, this was getting interesting. I was maintaining control up to this point but she was pushing my limit. I was fully turned on at this point. Shit I was horny. I said in response. "No, as I said just some soreness the next day; as for the dildos I like the life like ones the length can vary. The longest one is ten point five inches insert-able with some flex to it." I had just realized I used the word "dildo" in my response, what would she think? I also realized that I was now closer to full erection, I tried to calm down. After a few seconds pause, she answered with her consistent erotic frankness. "I see, well be carful you don't push yourself too hard with this, you could develop the anal fissures I mentioned and you may develop hemorrhoids. Both of these can be treated, if you do develop either one just give yourself a few days, if they don't go away by themselves come and see me, Ok?" She smiled up at me, a wave of warmth washed over me and I began to look at her in a different light. She, up until now, was just my doctor, nothing else, but now she new something about me almost no one knows except those who have done this to me, and I felt I had her confidence. I liked this feeling very much I was maintaining my more than half-erect status now when she paused for a brief moment and then continued with. "Now lets see if you have a hernia and then we will check your prostate, your blood work looks great so we don't have to palpate your liver and abdomen in general." She reached out to the box of gloves on the wall and grabbed a pair, dame I wanted her to examine me bare handed so I could feel her skin. But she was snapping on the gloves and rolling on her stool closer to me. She acted like I did not have an erection and just placed her two fingers under my left nut and pushed up... "Turn and cough please." I could feel her hot breath on my cock, making it twitch once again. I did as she told me and I then felt the repeat intrusion/pleasure under my right nut. I coughed again; she did not have to ask. She said. "No hernia lets get to the prostate check. I need you to turn around and bend over the table then just relax." WOW, here we go, I could not say anything, my breath caught in my throat, I looked down at her; she just looked at me stone faced and tilted her head sharply to the left, signaling me to turn. I would like to think she knew what I was thinking or what I wanted and that, at that moment, she could have done anything she wanted to do to me. But, she was a professional and I was her patient, nothing more I think. I turned and bent forward. I could feel her exhale, her hot breath, on my cheeks; I, out of instinct or reflex, spread my legs and arched my ass into the air for her. I heard a sharp intake of breath and it was not mine. Was she offended, was she surprised, did she like this from me? my heart pounding I started to wring my hands together and my breathing quickened. I felt her latex gloved hand on my left as cheek, and then her thumb was next to my hole. She pulled her thumb and closed done on her four fingers prying me open and fully exposing my hole. She said. "A little cold feeling here get ready." And with that I felt her cold finger at my hole, she applied steady pressure, and easily slide through my gateway right to her last knuckle. I let out a low moan and pushed back to meet her. Her left hand gripped my cheek harder. I froze, she did not want me to move. She turned her finger from palm down to palm up and then curled her finger up to feel my prostate. She made one circle around it and then pulled out. I moaned again, almost a whimper of disappointment. Her left hand relaxed, and I came up on my elbows. She said. "All feels normal, you can take a towel from the wall and clean yourself. Then put your cloths back on." I pulled the rest of the gowned off turned and faced her, stood there nude and now fully erect. She looked up, remained stone faced and rolled over to her computer sitting on the shelf attached to the wall. I was starting to reach for my underwear when I noticed her faces reflection in the dark monitor. She had a sly smile on her face, and one eyebrow cocked up. Then the monitor illuminated when she moved the mouse and I lost her image. So, I assume it was good for her as it was for me! I asked. "Should I come back in three months and do this again or when should I?" She turned noticing that I was still nude and hard; she blinked only once and was quick with her response. "Six months or sooner if you have a problem, do you think you will have a problem?" Keeping eye contact I slide one leg then the other though my underwear and pulled them up over my erection. She remained stoic. I replied. "Who knows?" I put a small smile on my face; she just stared back at me, then stood up, walked toward the door all the time keeping eye contact with me and said. "You set up an appointment if you have a need, or in six months for a weight and BP check. Please take care" And out the door she went. I was so turned on...so turned on. What a day I did not want it to end like this. Did she know she could have done anything to me she wanted? It was then that I noticed the pre-cum seeping through my shorts...she new, oh yeah she knew.