0 comments/ 29378 views/ 14 favorites Asexual Reproduction By: GeauxMama Amy, Kelly, and Wendy were usually full of friendly chatter and conversation as they went about their days at New Gaia PolyTechnic, but today's xeno-biology lecture had definitely made an impression. They met at the door in wide-eyed silence as they exited the classroom lab, and even after exchanging nauseated expressions it still took a couple moments until anyone spoke up. "Damn, Kelly," said Amy at last, "you were right. That shit is soooo fucked up." "I know," replied Kelly, "and it's just a fucking plant, you know what I mean? How creepy is that?" "And that *shape*," added Amy. "What possible reasons could a plant have for growing a piece that looks exactly like a human dick, anyway?" "Fungus," said Wendy softly as she followed her friends down the hall. "What?" Kelly asked. Wendy just kept walking, staring at her feet and not quite realizing Kelly had asked her a question. "What do you mean, 'fungus'?" asked Kelly again. "Nothing, sorry," said Wendy. "It's just ... not really a plant -- biologically, it's more like a fungus." The young, lean Asian woman had a work-study job as a Teaching Assistant in the xeno-bio department, but tried not to bore her friends with details about pistils and stamens and the like. "Plant, fungus, whatever. It's fucking disgusting. And could you believe that shit about 'psycho-sexual reactions'?" Kelly asked, rolling her eyes for effect. "What a crock. She *wishes*, the old perv..." Blonde and stunning, Kelly saw most things through a prism of sexuality because that's how most people saw her. "She did say it was a myth," added Amy. "Yeah right, a myth she gets off on every time she's up in that lab all alone doing 'research.' Sicko..." Kelly didn't really mind the leers she got from her professors, including Walters. Actually she rather enjoyed all the attention, even when it came from women. Kelly certainly wasn't opposed to the occasional girlfuck and Walters kept herself in nice enough shape and everything -- she had a gorgeous pair of breasts, in fact -- but, still, Kelly had a serious boyfriend at the moment, and besides, Walters had to be at least, like, 40 in terran years. Eww. "It is kind of amazing, though," continued Amy. "You get so accustomed to thinking only animals can exhibit that kind of predation, but competition is competition, right? So by definition, any native species that survived the pre-colonial terraforming would have had to be the ones that adapted and found ways to continue to propagate. And think about it, lots of parasites alter the behavior of their hosts, this one evidently just altered things a little more ... profoundly." As bouncy and bubbly as her short brunet curls, Amy was the friendly one -- and her heavy, delectable breasts and full, ripe hips made her a very nice friend to have. None of the girls found it particularly hard to attract lovers, and together they considered themselves the apex predators of the social food chain at PolyTech. "Yeah, whatever. Save it for finals, brainiac." Kelly got almost all A's, too, but never missed a chance to tease Amy for being the smartest. "Look, I'm going to have to skip the coffee shop today, girls -- I've done next to nothing for that Orbital Mechanics test on Friday, so I'm going to hit the books instead. Kisses!" After a quick wave in reply, Amy and Wendy headed off as a pair, but after only a couple steps Wendy pulled up short. "Shit," she said, patting her pockets. "I, ummm ... Shit, I think I left my, uh, commlink back at the lab -- Ames, you go ahead and get us a table, I'll catch up. Order me a latte, okay?" "Oh. Well, ... okay," said Amy forlornly as Wendy hustled off back the way they came. "Bye." * * * "Damn, I've always had a knack for little white lies," thought Wendy, "but I cannot believe I pulled that one off." The way her heart was racing, she could barely believe she made out of the lab without having a heart attack. Or more likely, she thought, collapsing under a tidal wave of orgasms. Even as aroused as she had gotten during class, she didn't really intend to act on it until Kelly begged off their traditional post-class coffee break. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, however, Wendy found herself going for it practically before she could make up her mind about it. She was small and firm enough up top that today, like a lot of days, she just skipped the bra; and now with each step she took back toward the lab her swollen, sensitive nipples sizzled back and forth delightfully against the inside of her shirt. "I'm only going back to look at them," she promised herself. "Only to look. Look but don't touch." Her pussy was fairly squishing with anticipation. She still wasn't convinced her friends hadn't caught onto anything, but they sure hadn't seemed to; and in the state Wendy was in, she didn't really care very much either way. In fact, Wendy had been in a frenzy ever since old lady Walters unveiled the specimens for the day's xeno-bio lecture: Lovelock spores. *Real* ones. Right there in front of her. Hundreds of years old, and long since dead and dessicated, Walters had insisted, but even during the lecture -- as soon as Wendy saw the close-ups on the hologram projector -- she knew Walters was wrong. In fact, no one on Gaia knew as much about Lovelock spores as Wendy did -- obviously not Walters, who must have learned everything she knew about the spores from other scientists. To be fair, Walters' lecture had focused on the history and mythology of the spores, instead of their mechanics and biology, and she'd largely gotten the historical context exactly right. The story among some of the colonists was that the whole planet was a cohesive system; one which affirmatively managed its resources and inhabitants through seemingly unplanned variations in things like the location and amounts of rainfall and the spread of vegetation. The Lovelock spores fit into this story in a fascinating way: the spores were said to be parasitic, and used humans to reproduce not only the spores themselves, but ultimately also other humans, in a sense. Once grotesquely and painfully impregnated, the history books said, women would reportedly spawn several spore pods first, before eventually giving birth to nightmarishly mutated human/fungus hybrids with poisonous blood that spit fire and ate children, or something like that. There were no reports of the spores being implanted in men. The professional scientists among the colonists debunked these reports, considering the spores to be just an unusually well-adapted form of incompatible local flora, and listed the spores among the other native species that were to be eradicated as the colonists themselves completed the final terraforming by hand. Wendy, however, had spent countless hours reading through the settlement's archives. She read the first hand reports in the original wikis, not just the digests prepared by the Gaian authorities for the history books. Dozens of those reading sessions had ended with Wendy's panties bunched up around an ankle and her fingers strumming herself through one soul-shaking come after another as she read about women from the original settlements losing themselves -- or, more accurately, eagerly and ecstatically volunteering themselves -- to the enchantments of the soul-sucking "demon fungus." Some of the descriptions were incredibly, almost reverently detailed, and Wendy had memorized the archive addresses for the really good ones. Over time, she'd learned about how the spore pods could go dormant in order to survive droughts, floods, radiation storms -- just about anything, really; and she read about how the original settlers eventually figured out how to tell the dead ones from the dormant ones and eradicated them. Or so they thought. Within 10 seconds of looking at the pods Walters had brought into class, Wendy was positive they weren't dead -- and she felt herself getting steadily hotter and creamier thinking of creative new ways to bring them out of dormancy. Now back at the door to the lab, Wendy took out her TA key and paused. After a deep breath, she let herself in. * * * Wendy could hardly believe her own irresponsibility. She had no idea how she could ever explain it, but who knew if she'd ever have an opportunity like this again? She was *so close*, and besides, the whole lab building was nearly deserted in the late afternoon anyway. It's not like there would be any witnesses. She also wasn't totally sure it would even work: the textbook she raised above her head wasn't particularly hard, but it was heavy and the display case didn't appear to be all that strong... The sound the case made when it shattered seemed deafening inside the lab, but to Wendy's relief and incredulity, even after waiting for several breathless moments no one seemed to have noticed. She held her breath in equal parts panic and arousal, but no one rang in over the classroom commlink, no fat campus security guard came puffing up to the door. The pods weren't exactly protected like a bio-hazard, but why would they have been? Long dead fossils were no threat, right? "Just gotta take one out to get a really good close look," she thought, as she put down the book, "then I'll put it right back." She shuddered through a ferocious surge of arousal when she felt the heft of the first spore case in her hand. This was no dried out, ancient relic; this had mass and purpose and vitality. She trembled and felt beads of sweat lining up on her forehead as she gently withdrew the alien object through the broken glass and held it in front of her face. "Gods, it's beautiful," she thought, staring intently at the spore's outer shell and cradling it reverently in her hands. It was roundish and oblong, a little smaller than a rugby ball, with a smooth, rippled, slightly translucent surface. It seemed coated in some kind of hard, shiny enamel -- but just underneath, the skin shimmered with wild, deep swirls of colors. Midnight blues, forest greens, inky, dark browns; all interweaving above, through, and underneath each other. Wendy was transfixed. She found what she thought may have been a small crack in the top of the casing, and lightly ran her fingertips over it as she would the skin of a lover. "Ohhhh..." she moaned softly to herself. "So smooth ... and so pretty... Gods, there are Lovelock spores right inside here, right in my hands. *Real* spores just like the ones that took all those women back when Gaia was first colonized. Ohh, just imagine the enticement, the surrender, and then the sensations of being *seeded* by a..." Wendy sighed, sliding a hand towards her crotch. "NO, stop it," she commanded herself, snapping out of her reverie just before her fingers made it underneath her skirt. "Just stop. This is getting out of hand," she thought, taking a deep breath. "This fetish is gonna get me busted." She took another look around the lab and promised herself, "Just check out the others, really quick, then they all go right back in the case. And then I head back to the dorms and spend the rest of the day jilling off like a maniac..." * * * Wendy's face and neck glowed bright red as she locked the classroom door behind her as quietly as she could and quickly hustled across the hall to the women's bathroom. She'd never be able to keep up the facade if she ran into anyone now, but she figured one quick wank session couldn't take more than a couple minutes. She felt like she could come any second already. "Hello?" she asked, with a quakey, wavering voice as she walked through the bathroom door. Her mouth was parched and she had to clear her throat before speaking again. "Anybody in here?" Sighing with lust when she heard only silence in response, she put her bag down on the floor of the handicapped stall and walked back to the door. "One quick come, just so I can get my composure back," she thought to herself. "Just take a few minutes here in private, have the best come of your lifetime, and then they all go right back to the lab." She turned the deadbolt with shaking fingers, and hurried back to the stall where she left her bag. Her panties were soaked nearly to the waistband, and practically dripped as she pushed them down her legs with her skirt. She kicked off her shoes but kept the socks, and turned in place to sit on the toilet seat. Her skin and blood sparkled as though electrified as she reached between her legs for her backpack. The sensation of cool air against the soaking heat in her crotch, and the cold, hard seat just under her steaming pussy reminded her of some of the best cums of her life -- back in high school, during slumber parties at a girlfriend's house, when she used to sneak into the bathroom to rub one out after a spirited round of spin the bottle. It was funny how often she and her friends would use the game as a pretext to make out for hours, even though none of them was willing to be the one to take things beyond "kissing practice." Still, though, there were usually at least two or three bathrooms around, so each girl always managed to find some private space to cum in. Finished with her reverie, Wendy's breath caught in her throat as she lifted the biggest pod out of her bag. It felt warmer now than it did in the lab, but maybe it was just her. Either way, though, it had definitely changed. The surface seemed less like enamel, and somehow softer. It was still shiny, but it had a give to it more like patent leather. Wendy nearly panted as she turned the case around in her hands, looking for the crack she'd spotted moments earlier in the lab. She had another flash of recollection when she found it, something she read about ending the dormant period of the spores. "Heat and moisture," she thought feverishly, and then with a gasp raised the spore to her mouth and extended her tongue. The taste was strong, and spicy, and she shuddered through a min-orgasm when she considered how much it tasted like pussy. "More like Amy than Kelly," she thought, thinking fondly about the more overt lovemaking she shared from time to time with her college girlfriends. When she went back to lick the crack again, she felt the skin of the case shudder just a bit under her tongue, which startled Wendy enough she nearly dropped it. Staring intently at the spot she just licked, Wendy noticed the skin of the pod unmistakably cracking open a little. Leaning in for a really close look, Wendy noticed that the swirls just underneath the enamel were actually leaves -- leaves which were sliding apart from each other and spreading open ever so slowly. She reached down to touch herself for a moment, shuddering as she wet her fingertips in the puddle between her legs and then brought those fingers back up to gently caress the broadening gaps in the outer layers of the pod. It jumped again when her dripping fingers made contact, and then began a subtle, rythmic pulsing from base to top. Wendy watched, fascinated, as each pulse steadily opened up the pod like a blooming flower. There were more delicate petals just underneath the larger, tougher leaves on the surface, and with a quick glance down Wendy's lust surged even higher as she watched the petals of her pussy spread wider and thicker, mirroring the petals she held in her hands. She gasped again when the very tip of the stamen -- the dick-shaped sex organ Professor Walters had illustrated to Amy's fascination just hours earlier -- revealed itself between the innermost labia of the pod. It raised up steadily and inexorably under her gentle caresses, growing up and out towards full erection like a slow motion hard-on. "This can't be random," she thought, "it's like this was intentionally molded to appeal specifically to humans..." It really did look incredibly similar to a human penis, but it wasn't identical. It was pale purple, for one thing, with very fine, dark green and red ridges like the underside of a leaf. And as it stretched out of the pod and she reached out to wrap her fingers around it, she realized that as cocks go, this one would have been a monster. It also had its own kind of a flower just at the very top, which steadily spread back over itself as the stalk grew higher and thicker. The outer petals soon folded back over the end and capped the gray-ish/purplish stalk with a pale yellow head. Some kind of thick sap oozed from the tip -- like pre-come, she figured. This was more viscous, and there were lots of stringy little jet-black streaks in it, but just like pre-come it was delightfully slippery. It felt wonderful, in fact, and allowed her fingers and hand to slide easily and smoothly up and down the stalk as she gently jacked it like she would a boyfriend. It even smelled nice, Wendy thought, just before she licked her lips and bent forward for a quick suck. The sap had a very hard, almost chemical taste, and Wendy moaned loudly as a wave of sensation rushed from her tongue throughout her body and mind. She could feel herself getting hotter and hornier as she greedily licked at it. And licking it was hot enough that she just had to go a little further. When she took it in her mouth she could feel it pulsing hotly against her tongue and the back of her throat, and each time she pulled back to lick she could watch it grow and thicken another few millimeters. A mixture of the stringy fluid of the stalk and her own saliva soon soaked the neckline of her shirt, and after spending another moment enjoying the stalk orally she pulled herself away from it to think for a second. She considered her options while her hand idly stroked up and down the pod's rigid, stalky erection. "Moment of truth," she thought, wondering exactly how far she was really willing to take this. She'd fantasized about the spores for so long, though, and so far the reality was every bit as good as imagined it would be. How could she not at least try it? She knew she might have second thoughts if she hesitated, so reaching down between her legs, she worked to manuever the end of the broad, wet tube into the entrance to her pussy. At first, she managed only to frustrate herself. The dimensions and weight of the stalk and the pod were all wrong. Sitting on the toilet seat, she couldn't keep a good enough grip on the pod while guiding the stalk inside her pussy. She managed to stroke the end of it along her lips well enough, which did feel terrific, but she couldn't get the angle right to really get it inside herself. With a flash of inspiration, she put the pod on the floor and then flipped around to kneel above it while supporting herself with her forearms on the toilet seat. "Oh-oh-hohhh...... That's perrrrrfect....." she moaned as she drove the rod deep inside herself with a single stroke, and settled her hips firmly down atop the pod. She found she could wedge the pod between her ankles, which gave her just enough leverage to work the stalk vigorously in and out of her dripping sex. Her arms soon collapsed underneath her as her clit slid delightfully up and down the wide, firm rod. Her face was now slightly mashed against the rim of the toilet seat, her sweaty hair matted across her forehead, but she couldn't have cared less. She freed up her right hand to reach down and rub herself frantically as she felt the pod start rythmically contracting from its base up towards the stamen. With a shudder, she looked down and saw a bulge about the size of a billiard ball start working its way up out of the pod. She sighed a bit when she realized it gave her something to grind herself against at the base of the stalk, and in an instant she did so with great panting gasps of pleasure. Wendy's efforts steadily worked her pussylips wider and wider and the ball was soon buried deep inside her. Asexual Reproduction (1st Person) Synopsis: College life in the era of interplanetary colonization is kind of similar but different - you still have to study and take finals and such, but the classes cover topics like Orbital Mechanics and Xeno-Biology. And depending on which planet you're on, Xeno-Bio can get particularly engrossing. [Author's note: There's all sorts of familiar themes and imagery in this, all of which generally was done best by those who did it first. (Much like the Beatles.) Here that means Tabico, Trilby Else, Thrall, Iago and at least a couple others. I hope they all consider stories like this to be the deepest and most sincere expression of gratitude.] * Amy, Kelly, and I were usually full of friendly chatter and conversation as we went about our days at New Gaia PolyTechnic, but about a month ago this one xeno-biology lecture definitely made an impression. We met at the door in wide-eyed silence as we exited the classroom lab, and even after exchanging nauseated expressions it still took a couple moments until anyone spoke up. "Damn, Kelly," said Amy at last, "you were right. That shit is soooo fucked up." "I know," replied Kelly, "and it's just a fucking plant, you know what I mean? How creepy is that?" "And that *shape*," added Amy. "What possible reasons could a plant have for growing a piece that looks exactly like a human dick, anyway?" "Fungus," I said softly as I followed my friends down the hall. "What?" Kelly asked. I just kept walking, staring at my feet and not quite realizing Kelly had asked me a question. "Wendy. Yo," she said, finally catching my attention. "What do you mean, 'fungus'?" "Nothing, sorry," I replied. "It's just ... it's not really a plant - biologically, it's more like a fungus." I had a work-study job as a Teaching Assistant in the xeno-bio department, but I usually tried not to bore my friends with details about pistils and stamens and the like. "Plant, fungus, whatever. It's fucking disgusting. And could you believe that shit about 'psycho-sexual reactions'?" Kelly asked, rolling her eyes for effect. "What a crock. She *wishes*, the old perv..." Blonde and stunning, Kelly saw most things through a prism of sexuality because that's how most people saw her. "She did say it was a myth," added Amy. "Yeah right, a myth she gets off on every time she's up in that lab all alone doing 'research.' Sicko..." Kelly didn't really mind the leers she got from her professors, including Walters. Actually she rather enjoyed all the attention, even when it came from women. Kelly certainly wasn't opposed to the occasional girlfuck and Walters kept herself in nice enough shape and everything - she had a gorgeous pair of breasts, in fact - but, still, Kelly had a serious boyfriend at the moment, and besides, Walters had to be at least, like, 40 in terran years. Eww. "It is kind of amazing, though," continued Amy. "You get so accustomed to thinking only animals can exhibit that kind of predation, but competition is competition, right? So by definition, any native species that survived the pre-colonial terraforming would have had to be the ones that adapted and found ways to continue to propagate. And think about it, lots of parasites alter the behavior of their hosts, this one evidently just altered things a little more ... profoundly." As bouncy and bubbly as her short brunet curls, Amy was the friendly one among us - and her heavy, delectable breasts and full, ripe hips made her a very nice friend to have. None of us found it particularly hard to attract lovers, and together we were basically the apex predators of the social food chain at PolyTech. "Yeah, whatever. Save it for finals, brainiac." Kelly got almost all A's, too, but never missed a chance to tease Amy for being the smartest. "Look, I'm going to have to skip the coffee shop today, girls - I've done next to nothing for that Orbital Mechanics test on Friday, so I'm going to hit the books instead. Kisses!" After a quick wave in reply, Amy and I headed off as a pair, but after only a couple steps I pulled up short. "Shit," I said, patting my pockets. "I, ummm ... Shit, I think I left my, uh, commlink back at the lab - Ames, you go ahead and get us a table, I'll catch up. Order me a latte, okay?" "Oh. Well, ... okay," said Amy forlornly as I hustled off back the way we came. "Bye." * * * I've always had a knack for little white lies, but even to this day I still cannot believe I pulled that one off. The way my heart was racing, I barely made it out of the lab without having a heart attack - or more likely, given the circumstances, collapsing under a tidal wave of orgasms. Even as aroused as I had gotten during class, though, I truly didn't intend to act on it until Kelly begged off our traditional post-class coffee break. With her gone, I knew I could misdirect Amy, so as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I guess I just found myself going for it without really having made up my mind about it. Like a lot of Asian girls, I'm pretty small and firm up top, so I often just skipped the bra. Today was one of those days so now with each step I took back toward the lab my swollen, sensitive nipples sizzled back and forth delightfully against the inside of my shirt. "I'm only going back to look at them," I promised myself. "Only to look. Look but don't touch." My naughty little pussy was fairly squishing with anticipation. I still wasn't convinced my friends hadn't caught onto anything, but they sure hadn't seemed to; and truth be told, in the state I was in, I didn't really care very much either way. In fact, I had been in a frenzy ever since old lady Walters unveiled the specimens for the day's xeno-bio lecture: Lovelock spores. Real ones. Right there in front of me. Hundreds of years old, and long since dead and dessicated, Walters had insisted, but even during the lecture - as soon as I saw the close-ups on the hologram projector - I knew Walters was wrong. In fact, I bet no one on Gaia knew as much about Lovelock spores as I did - obviously not Walters, who must have learned everything she knew about the spores from other scientists. To be fair, Walters' lecture had focused not so much on the mechanics and biology of the spores as on their history and mythology, and and she'd largely gotten the historical context exactly right. The story among some of the colonists was that the whole planet was a cohesive system; one which affirmatively managed the balance between its resources and inhabitants through seemingly unplanned variations in things like the location and amounts of rainfall and the spread of vegetation. The Lovelock spores fit into this story in a fascinating way: the spores were said to be parasitic, and used humans to reproduce not only the spores themselves, but ultimately also other humans, in a sense. Once grotesquely and painfully impregnated, the history books said, women would reportedly spawn several new spore pods first, before eventually giving birth to nightmarishly mutated human/fungus hybrids with poisonous blood that spit fire and ate children, or something like that. There were no reports of the spores being implanted in men. The professional scientists among the colonists debunked these reports, considering the spores to be just an unusually well-adapted form of incompatible local flora, and listed the spores among the other native species that were to be eradicated as the colonists themselves completed the final terraforming by hand. I, however, had spent countless hours reading through the settlement's archives. I focused on the first-hand reports in the original wikis, not just the digests prepared by the Gaian authorities for the history books. Dozens of those reading sessions had ended with my panties bunched up around an ankle and my fingers strumming myself through one soul-shaking come after another as I read about women from the original settlements losing themselves - or, more accurately, eagerly and ecstatically volunteering themselves - to the enchantments of the soul-sucking "demon fungus." Some of the descriptions were incredibly, almost reverently detailed, and I had a long mental favorites list of the archive addresses for the really good ones. Over time, I'd learned about how the spore pods could go dormant in order to survive droughts, floods, radiation storms - just about anything, really; and I read about how the original settlers eventually figured out how to tell the dead ones from the dormant ones and eradicated them. Or so they thought. Within 10 seconds of looking at the pods Walters had brought into class, I was positive they weren't dead - and I couldn't help getting steadily hotter and creamier thinking of creative new ways to bring them out of dormancy. By the time I arrived back at the door to the lab, I was fit to be tied. Taking out my TA key and pausing for a second, I took a deep breath and let myself in. * * * I could hardly believe my own irresponsibility. I had no idea how I could ever explain it, but who knew if I'd ever have an opportunity like this again? I was so close, and besides, the whole lab building was nearly deserted by mid-afternoon anyway. It's not like there would be any witnesses. I also wasn't totally sure it would even work: I had found a big-ass textbook that I thought might do the job, but the book wasn't particularly hard, just heavy. On the other hand, the display case didn't appear to be all that strong... At the time, the sound the case made when it shattered seemed deafening, but to my relief and incredulity, even after waiting through several breathless moments no one seemed to have noticed. I held my breath in equal parts panic and arousal, but no one rang in over the classroom commlink, no fat campus security guard came puffing up to the door. The pods weren't exactly protected like a bio-hazard, but why would they have been? Long dead fossils were no threat, right? "Just gotta take one out to get a really good close look," I thought, as I put down the book, "then I'll put it right back." The ferocious surge of arousal that hit me when I first felt the heft of the first spore case in my hand was like nothing I could ever have imagined. This was no dried out, ancient relic; this had mass and purpose and vitality. I trembled and felt beads of sweat lining up on my forehead as I gently withdrew the alien object through the broken glass and held it in front of my face. "Gods, it's beautiful," I thought, staring intently at the spore's outer shell and cradling it reverently in my hands. It was roundish and oblong, a little smaller than a rugby ball, with a smooth, rippled, slightly translucent surface. It seemed coated in some kind of hard, shiny enamel - but just underneath, the skin shimmered with wild, deep swirls of colors. Midnight blues, forest greens, inky, dark browns; all interweaving above, through, and underneath each other. I was transfixed. I found what she thought may have been a small crack in the top of the casing, and lightly ran my fingertips over it as I would the skin of a lover. "So smooth ... and so pretty..." I moaned softly to myself. "Gods, there are Lovelock spores right inside here, right in my hands. Real spores just like the ones that took all those women back when Gaia was first colonized. Ohh, Gods, just imagine the enticement, the surrender, and then the sensations of being seeded by a..." Sighing, I caught myself sliding a hand towards my crotch. "NO, stop it," I commanded myself, snapping out of my reverie just before my fingers made it underneath my skirt. "Just stop. This is getting out of hand," I thought, taking a deep breath. "This fetish is gonna get me busted." Taking another look around the lab, I promised myself, "Just check out the others, really quick, then they all go right back in the case. And then I head back to the dorms and spend the rest of the day jilling off like a maniac..." * * * My face and neck must have been downright fluorescent as I locked the classroom door behind me as quietly as I could and quickly hustled across the hall to the women's bathroom. There was no way I'd be able to keep up the facade if I ran into anyone now, my thinking was that one quick wank session couldn't take more than a couple minutes. Honestly, I felt like I could come any second already. "Hello?" I asked, with a quakey, wavering voice as I walked through the bathroom door. My mouth was parched and I had to clear my throat before speaking again. "Anybody in here?" Sighing with lust when I heard only silence in response, I put my bag down on the floor of the handicapped stall and walked back to the door. "One quick come, just so I can get my composure back," I thought to myself. "Just take a few minutes here in private, have the best come of your lifetime, and then they all go right back to the lab." I turned the deadbolt with shaking fingers, caught a guilty glimpse of myself in the mirror over the sink, and then hurried back to the stall where I left my bag. My panties were soaked nearly to the waistband, and practically dripped as I pushed them down my legs with my skirt. I kicked off my shoes but kept the socks, and turned in place to sit on the toilet seat. My skin and blood sparkled as though electrified as I reached between my legs for my backpack. The sensation of cool air against the soaking heat in my crotch and the cold, hard seat just under my steaming pussy reminded me of some of the best cums of my life - back in high school, during slumber parties at a girlfriend's house, when after a spirited round of spin the bottle I would similarly sneak into the bathroom to rub one out. It was comical how eager my girlfriends and I were to use the game as a pretext to make out for hours, even though none of us was willing to be the one to take things beyond "kissing practice." Still, though, there were usually at least two or three bathrooms around, so I always managed to find some private space to cum in. I'm pretty sure we all did. Here in this bathroom, though, my breath was caught in my throat as I lifted the biggest pod out of my bag. It felt warmer now than it did in the lab, but maybe it was just me. Warmer or not, though, it had definitely changed. The surface seemed less like enamel, and somehow softer. It was still shiny, but it had kind of a give to it more like patent leather. I nearly panted as I turned the case around in my hands, looking for the crack I'd spotted moments earlier in the lab. I had another flash of recollection when I found it, something I had read about ending the dormant period of the spores. "Heat and moisture," I thought feverishly, and then with a gasp raised the spore to my mouth and extended my tongue. The taste was strong, and spicy, and I shuddered through a mini-orgasm when I considered how much it tasted like pussy. "More like Amy than Kelly," I thought, thinking fondly about the more overt lovemaking I shared from time to time with my college girlfriends. Spin the bottle had given way to spin the dildo - and although we all had boyfriends and none of us identified ourselves as lesbians, for straight girls we sure did eat a lot of pussy. When I went back to lick the crack again, I felt the skin of the case shudder just a bit under my tongue, which startled me enough I nearly dropped it. Staring intently at the spot I just licked, I noticed the skin of the pod unmistakably cracking open a little. Leaning in for a really close look, I noticed that the swirls just underneath the enamel were actually leaves - leaves which were sliding apart from each other and spreading open ever so slowly. Inspired, I reached down to touch myself for a moment, shuddering as I wet my fingertips in the puddle between my legs and then brought those dripping fingers back up to gently caress the broadening gaps in the outer layers of the pod. It jumped again when my pussy-slicked fingers made contact, and then began a subtle, rythmic pulsing from base to top. I watched, fascinated, as each pulse steadily opened up the pod like a blooming flower. There were more delicate petals just underneath the larger, tougher leaves on the surface, and with a quick glance down I could watch my own petals spread wider and thicker, mirroring the alien petals I held in my hands. I gasped again when the very tip of the stamen - the dick-shaped sex organ Professor Walters had illustrated to Amy's fascination just hours earlier - revealed itself between the innermost labia of the pod. It raised up steadily and inexorably under my gentle caresses, growing up and out towards full erection like a slow motion hard-on. "This can't be random," I thought, "it's like this was intentionally molded to appeal specifically to humans..." It really did look incredibly similar to a human penis, but it wasn't identical. It was pale purple, for one thing, with very fine, dark green and red ridges like the underside of a leaf. And as it stretched out of the pod and I reached out to wrap my fingers around it, I thought to myself that as cocks go, this one would have been a monster. It also had its own kind of a flower just at the very top, which steadily spread back over itself as the stalk grew higher and thicker. The outer petals soon folded back over the end and capped the gray-ish/purplish stalk with a pale yellow head. Some kind of thick sap oozed from the tip - like pre-come, I figured. This was more viscous, and there were lots of stringy little jet-black streaks in it, but just like pre-come it was delightfully slippery. It felt wonderful, in fact, and allowed my fingers and hand to slide easily and smoothly up and down the stalk as I gently jacked it like I would a boyfriend. It even smelled nice, I thought, just before I licked my lips and bent forward for a quick suck. The sap had a very hard, almost chemical taste, and I moaned loudly as a wave of sensation rushed from my tongue throughout my body and mind. Had to be a pheremone or some kind of stimulant at least inside this stuff, but I didn't really feel like stopping to run an analysis. Instead, I just felt myself getting hotter and hornier as I greedily licked at it. Soon I was just boiling, and I knew I had to go at least a little further. When I took it in my mouth I could feel it pulsing hotly against my tongue and the back of my throat, and each time I pulled back to lick I could watch it grow and thicken another few millimeters. A mixture of the stringy fluid of the stalk and my own saliva soon soaked the neckline of my shirt, and after spending another moment enjoying the stalk orally I pulled myself away from it to think for a second. I tried to consider my options while my hand idly stroked up and down the pod's rigid, stalky erection. "Moment of truth," I thought, wondering exactly how far I was really willing to take this. I'd fantasized about the spores for so long, though, and so far the reality was every bit as good as I imagined it would be. How could I not at least try it? And with that, I had decided. It's incredible now, when I think about how momentous a choice I had just made - and how wonderful - but at the time I just blew right past it. Reaching down between my legs with a massive sigh of arousal, I worked to manuever the head of the broad, wet tube into the entrance to my pussy. At first, however, I only managed to frustrate myself. The dimensions and weight of the stalk and the pod were all wrong. Sitting the way I was on the toilet seat, I couldn't keep a good enough grip on the pod while guiding the stalk inside my pussy. I managed to stroke the end of it along my lips well enough, which really felt terrific, but between the huge size of the stalk and the weight of the pod, I couldn't quite get the angle right to really get it inside myself. With a flash of inspiration, I put the pod on the floor and then flipped around to kneel above it while supporting myself with my forearms on the toilet seat. Asexual Reproduction (1st Person) Well. That did it. "Oh-oh-hohhh...... That's perrrrrfect....." I moaned as I drove the rod deep inside myself with a single stroke, and settled my hips firmly down atop the pod. I found I could kind of wedge the pod between my ankles, which gave me just enough leverage to work myself vigorously up and down the stalk. My arms soon collapsed underneath me as my clit slid delightfully along the wide, firm rod. I must have been quite a sight - my face now all mashed up against the rim of the toilet seat, my sweaty hair matted across my forehead - but I couldn't have cared less. I freed up my right hand to reach down and rub myself frantically as I felt the pod start rythmically contracting from its base up towards the stamen. With a shudder, I looked down and saw a bulge about the size of a billiard ball start working its way up out of the pod. I sighed a bit when I realized it gave me something to grind myself against at the base of the stalk, and in a heartbeat I was grinding away with great panting gasps of pleasure. My efforts steadily worked my pussylips wider and wider and soon the ball was buried deep inside me. Just the right size, it pressed delightfully against the upper wall of my cunt, and I groaned loudly now as each snap of my hips drove it another few delicious millimeters further along. I soon felt the firm little ball bumping firmly against my cervix, and paused for a moment. "I can still stop," I thought. "Maybe I should stop..." As if in reply, the pod gave a last, final squeeze and fired the spore deep inside my womb. Drowning in sensation, I cried out loudly and came. * * * "Wend? You in here? Wendy?" asked Amy as she slowly opened the door to the bathroom. The beaker-shaped sign at the end of the keychain in her hand read "3rd Floor Xeno-Bio: Women's," and was nearly the size of a dinner plate. *No one* would mistakenly walk off with *this* bathroom key... As she entered the bathroom, Amy must have seen my shadow or something underneath the handicapped stall, because I heard her say "Sweetie? That you? You've been gone for like, hours, I got worried. Wendy?" "WENDY!!!" she shouted when she walked around the open door to the stall and found me all sprawled out on the floor next to the toilet. "Wendy, oh, Wends..." whispered Amy, "What have you done?" She barely stifled a scream as she stared at the spore case throbbing between my naked thighs, the stamen still obscenely wedged deep inside my pussy. After a moment Amy rushed down to my side to cradle my head in her lap. "Oh my Gods, Wendy..." said Amy, embracing me around the shoulders and gently brushing my sweaty hair out of my eyes. "What have you done?" She's always been a really sweet friend. "Mmmmm, hi Amy," I replied kind of in a stupor, reaching up to stretch a bit and stroke my chest lightly. Amy seemed right on the edge of tears. "Oh Wendy... Wendy, that's one of the ... Did you ... Oh Gods, Wendy, what are you doing?" "Amy," I said, "I'm ... having some psycho-sexual reactions to the spores. Really big ones, over and over again. It's fucking awesome." A delicious ache of sexheat throbbed through my nipples and clit with each pounding heartbeat, and I dropped one hand down to gently stroke my tightly stretched pussylips as they still cradled the hefty stalk jutting out from the pod. Amy looked like she felt her chest tightening, too. "No, Wend... But Wendy, why?" "I had to, Amy. I *had* to. I've had this fantasy for as long as I can remember, but the real thing is sooo much hotter. I can already feel it changing me. It's improving me, adapting me so I can be a better Gaian. The spores are Gaia-forming me, Amy... And it feels *So Fucking Good*..." "Wendy, stop it. This is wrong, Wendy, you shouldn't be doing this. W-Walters said these things were really dangerous." "Oh, she was right, they are dangerous. Very dangerous, in fact, depending on your perspective. But there's so much Walters didn't know about them, or about Gaia." Amy simply stared back at me, so I tried to explain. "It's homeostatic, Amy. It's a system, everything on the whole planet works together and is designed to maintain its own balance. When mankind got here it posed a threat to that balance, especially male mankind with all its aggression and this conqueror's mentality... So Gaia specialized these spores as a way to move the men out of the picture and bring the planet back into balance. Think about it: if we didn't need men for sex or reproduction, what would we need them for? Picking fights and starting wars? Do you know whose idea it was to eradicate the spores, Amy? I'll give you a hint: it wasn't the women." "Oh, Gods, Wendy..." "Shhh, Amy, really, it's all ok. Much better than ok, actually, it's wonderful. Here, give me your hand." I gently took Amy's hand and placed on my lower abdomen just above my mons. "Can you feel them?" Amy nodded, and I saw her swallow hard as she must have realized what it was she was feeling inside her friend's body, rolling gently around like tennis balls just inside my warm, soft tummy. "It's got three or four inside me already, I lost count. Looks like there's only one to go..." Amy and I shared a long, quiet look for several moments until the now visibly smaller pod started pulsing again. I sighed hotly and whispered to Amy, "Ohhhhh, thank the Gods - it's starting again, Amy. Here comes the last one, look." Amy looked like she was ready to faint, given everything she just saw, felt, and heard, but she seemed fascinated to watch the base of the stamen stretch to accommodate the spore that began passing upwards towards my sex. "It's sooo fucking good, Amy, soooo good... But I'm so tired. Will you help me?" "Help you?" Amy whispered. "I don't... Help you how?" "Please," I replied, pulling Amy's fingers towards my clit, "just help me." "Wendy, don't... I can't, Wendy, please, I just can't." "Of course you can, baby. I just need to come, and you know how good you are at that. Please, Ames. Please, just touch me..." Amy swallowed hard, and then gently slid her hand just a little further down my abdomen towards the top of my pussy. I sighed deeply as my friend's fingertips slid across my clit, and reached a hand up to touch her face in gratitude. We gazed into each others eyes as I ground myself against the steadily advancing spore. I must have winced a little in pleasure/pain when the ball finally slipped past my lips, but then I just moaned as it pressured me just right from the inside. Wordlessly, I helped Amy's fingers match the pace of the pod's pulsing and prodding. I was working hard now and panting a little with the exertion, grinding my hips against the stalk and Amy's hand. Lying in Amy's lap, I kind of looped my left hand up behind her neck, and enjoyed the warmth of her breasts against my side. She just has the sexiest tits, and I couldn't help but brush my right hand across them in a small, token effort to share the passion she was stoking between my legs. Her nipples were big and hard like cherries, and feeling them under my palm turned my lust up even higher. "It's so good, Ames," I whispered. "Oh Gods, I'm so close. Oh please, Amy... Please, help me come..." Amy sped up her stroking and leaned in a little in response, and sighed when she saw me pull my knees up towards my head and the contractions in the spore case get stronger and more violent. I could tell she was conflicted as hell, but I was as hot as I've ever been in my life, and about to have the biggest cum ever. Our eyes were locked together, and despite herself - just for an instant - I saw her just barely open her lips and slide her tongue to the front of her mouth. Knowing a chance when I saw one, I guided her lips down to mine so we could share a hot, passionate kiss. My final orgasm was a big one, and long. I trembled in the afterglow for several moments afterwards, while Amy slowly disengaged from me and obviously wrestled with her own emotions. I eventually opened my eyes, and touched her shoulder when I spoke. "Ohhh, thank you, Amy. Thank you so much...." I used my other hand to gently rub my sore, raw sexlips, and then shifted my hips a little to let the now-shriveled pod stalk slip out of my vagina. "Mmmmmmm..." I moaned, stretching after the hours-long, multiple-orgasms fuck I'd just enjoyed. Amy still just sat frozen in place, until eventually I spoke up to specifically address her. "Ames? You ok?" "W-What?" replied Amy, shaken out of her stupor. "Am I ... uhh, yeah, no I'm... No... I don't... Wendy, your eyes..." "Yes?" "Your ... eyes, Wendy, th-they're changing. You're changing. Your eyes are, like, ... turning black. And ... look." With a trembling hand, Amy pointed to the front of my shirt. Broad, wet stains had spread across my chest. With a bit of a groan, I picked myself up out of the small puddle underneath my ass and walked stiffly out of the stall to go look in the mirror above the sink. I sighed a little at the wanton image staring back at me - sweaty hair matted all over my face; bottomless, with my neatly trimmed pussy still swollen and drippy; and my creamy hips and thighs framed enticingly between the bottom of my wet polo shirt and the tops of my knee socks. Quite a sight, if I do say so myself... The stains on my shirt seemed centered on my breasts, and when I pulled my shirt up to investigate I found streaks of stringy black ooze leaking from my nipples. Also - and I might not have noticed it if I hadn't made a point of looking for it - I found that my belly was visibly distended, and if you really looked close you could just barely make out a handful of small little lumps slowly shifting around just under my skin. The image gave me another nice, sexy little aftershock and, turning from side to side to take it in from every angle, I reached up to use the slick liquid coming from my nipples to spin my fingertips around my aureolas. Stepping a little closer to the mirror, I gaped incredulously at the similar jet-black streaks now swirling around inside my eyes. I smiled a crooked little smile at myself in the mirror, as I felt myself getting mildly aroused all over again - but I was all sexed out for the moment, and calmly walked back into the stall. Amy was kind of huddled on the floor over in the corner, and she startled a bit when I re-appeared. "Amy? Honey? You sure you're ok?" I asked. Amy looked up at me quickly, in silence, and then just stared back at the floor. "Ames, listen to me: it's ok, it really is. This is something I've read all about, and I know exactly what--" "Wendy," Amy interrupted. "Don't explain. It's not ... that's not ..." She struggled to get the words out, and soon trailed off to a whisper. "Look, you don't have to worry, Amy, or be afraid, or anything like that, OK? I'm fine, I wanted this, and I just want to make sure you realize that." Amy still sat and stared back at me in silence. She looked like she had something to say, but just couldn't bring herself to say it. "Are you worried, Amy?" She shook her head. "Afraid?" Amy just sat for a second, and eventually shook her head, but without quite as much certainty as before. "Well then, please don't just keep cowering over there, Ames, say something. I'm not going to bite you or any--" "Wendy, what ...," said Amy, suddenly, but again couldn't seem to finish. "Yes?" I replied. I walked over to the corner Amy was sitting in and crouched down next to her on the floor so I could stroke her hair like she had stroked mine, and could whisper to her at eye level. Using her fingertips to lift her chin, I said, "Ames, whatever it is, it's ok, really. You can tell me. What is it?" "Wh-what... What ...," said Amy, barely even whispering now, and finally looking me in the eyes. "What does it feel like?" I paused for just a moment, and gave myself a nice long chance to soak in the image of Amy's delectable nipples poking through her shirt like cherries at the tips of her large, flawless breasts. With a broad smile, I then simply leaned back and reached for my backpack.... * * * A couple hours later, we two girls stepped casually out the front door of the lab building. It was late evening now - not yet quite nighttime, but the sun had set and there were no more than a couple minutes of dusk left. An observer would have found it odd, therefore, when Amy and I put our sunglasses on, but there was no one around the labs at this hour to see it. After sharing a quick giggle, she and I hefted our heavy backpacks into place, held each other's hands, and headed off towards the dorms with a spring in our step. Asexual Reproduction Ch. 02 Chapter 2 (Kelly's Story) So I might as well have gone to the coffee shop with Wendy and Amy anyway for all the "studying" I got done that afternoon. As soon as I got back to our doom room, I stripped down to a t-shirt and panties and grabbed a water bottle and my laptop to do some cramming for that Orbital Mechanics test. Once I got my computer booted up and linked into PolyTech's local net, however, I was psyched to see how many friends and acquaintances were also online. Especially this really cute little freshman who always blushed and smiled whenever she saw me around campus... No harm in starting the evening with a little IM break to flirt a little bit, right? No harm at all, in fact. Turned out the "cute little freshman" had a naughty streak about a mile wide. My kinda girl. We ended up making plans to wind up at the same party that weekend, even though I'd probably have to find somewhere to ditch Derek first. He and I had been dating for several months now, and he had finally convinced me to give the "serious relationship" thing a try. I didn't hate it, to be fair, at least in part since he had such a fantastic body -- particularly his beautiful, meaty cock. But in a way, that cock was also the problem. See, what I most enjoyed with him was the sex, but I couldn't help but feel like what he most enjoyed from the "serious relationship" was the sense that being with me somehow validated him, like I was his arm candy instead of the other way around. To be honest I was getting a little sick of it. And of him. In fact, as I stretched out on the couch to hopefully start some actual classwork, I found myself daydreaming about showing up at that hot little freshman's door out of the blue one night and just ravishing her. "Maybe tonight?" I mused to myself with a smile. So yeah, I certainly hadn't gotten much work done for that Orbital Mechanics test, but the day sure had been quite productive by my terms when Wendy and Amy finally rolled in just after dark. "Hey guys!" I said cheerily, maybe trying a little too hard to cover up my sexy daydreaming as they walked into the living room. "How was the coffee sh--" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before Wendy sat down right on top of me, straddling my lap and planting me with a hot, wet kiss. "We were busy," Amy giggled over Wendy's shoulder, but it was hard to pay much attention to her while Wendy was having her way with my mouth and working her hands up under my t-shirt. It wasn't quite exactly the way I imagined my tryst with the cute freshman - the roles were reversed, for one thing - but it was close. And it was hot. Wendy panted a little as she worked me down onto my back and played with my titties and nipples in exactly the way she knew I loved. Soon she opened her mouth to part my lips with her tongue. Her mouth was sweet -- really sweet, like flowers or honey, and it also kind of hard-tasting, almost acidy. The sweet/spicy taste flowed into my mouth rather pleasantly as she writhed on top of me. Our kiss was somehow viscous like honey, too -- but even though I could tell there was something really weird about it, either because of the way I spent my "study break" or otherwise, it was really getting to me. After only a moment or two of Wendy's assault, my incorrigible little pussy was creaming hard and leaking into my panties. Wendy helped by turning her waist just enough to let me wrap my thighs around her and grind myself a little against the curve of her hips. I think I knew at the time that something really wasn't right, but even then I couldn't have cared less. It felt *great*. She broke away and sat up just as I was really getting into it, and gently brought my right hand to her mouth and pulled my left hand down under her skirt. She was at least as turned on as I was, and I loved seeing her face soften behind those sunglasses as I firmly stroked her sex. She sucked the first two fingers of my right hand into her mouth for a second, and then leaned forward to nuzzle and lick her way towards my ear. She kissed my earlobe gently and then whispered to me, and although she spoke so softly I could barely hear her, somehow her words rolled and echoed in my head like thunder. "*you will go to bed, kelly*," she breathed. I reeled, wondering what she was doing to me, but loving every minute of it. She pulled my right hand down into my panties as she continued, telling me "*you will touch yourself*." My back arched up high as she helped slide my wet fingertips into my equally wet panties and slick them hotly across the hood of my clit. Wendy then brought the fingers of my left hand out of her sex and up to my face. With a final lick of my ear as she rolled off me she slipped them into my mouth, whispering "*you will come, hard, over and over again, and each time you will think of me...*" That same honey/acidy taste filled my mouth as I sucked her surprisingly thick juices off my fingers, and a head rush hit me like a bomb going off. Like a drunkard, I staggered up off the couch and stumbled back to my bedroom, my panties a quarter of the way down, awkwardly caught around my thighs and my ass. I rolled into bed, sucking my fingers hungrily and strumming myself through the first of several mighty orgasms. All the while thinking of Wendy's hot tight ass, and her sexy little titties, and that magic, honey-flavored tongue and pussy. * * * It was still dark when I woke up, and I was still so drowsy it took me a second or ten to gather my wits. And to pull my pruned fingers out of my mouth... Amy's taste was still strong on my tongue, and a gentle, pleasant ache between my legs proved how vigorously I'd enjoyed myself earlier. I soon realized what woke me up, though - it was the moaning coming from the bedroom Amy and Wendy shared. At first I figured they were just fucking again but the moaning didn't quite sound like sex. After a few seconds it really sounded more like groaning -- like someone in pain, I realized, so I got up out of bed and walked over to their room as quietly as I could. The groans were coming from Amy, who was curled up on top of her sheets in a fetal position and shivering. Wendy was sleeping like a rock in the other bed. I crept over to Amy's side to see what was wrong, and realized she was running a hell of a fever,. Even through her shirt she felt noticeably hot. "Ames," I asked quietly as I shook her awake, "are you ok?" No response. I shook her a little harder and repeated my question a little louder. "You ok Ames?" I could barely hear her response, but I startled when I did. "No...." she said. I rolled her gently onto her back, which brought a louder groan. "Ahhh...," she grunted, clearly in pain. "So SORE...." "Sore? Where?" I asked. "Oh-hohhh, everywhere," she groaned. "Aren't you?" I just shook my head in response. Fact was, I felt fine. Why wouldn't I? "Ohhh, shit," she added as a new wave of pain appeared to roll over her. "My fucking boobs feel like they're going to fucking POP..." I carefully peeled the top of the sheet down, but I didn't see anything noticeably wrong with her breasts. It was basically pitch dark, so it was hard to make out much detail, but it didn't look like anything was obviously wrong. "Do you see anything, Kelly?" she asked. "No," I said. "I don't know Amy, you're really sweaty and everything, but I can't see what's the matt--" She groaned really loud this time before I could finish my sentence. "Ohhh! FUCK!!!" she said emphatically, reaching for her lower back, and laboring to breathe. "Fuck, it's like the worst fucking cramps I've ever had..." None of us was particularly uptight about profanity, but I'd now heard more swearing from Amy in the last 30 seconds than I'd ever heard from her before in a month. "Oh shit Ames, I'm getting really worried about you..." I said. "Do you think you need some help?" "NO!" she shouted. "No! No doctors, Kelly, please, just go get Wendy." I gave it a shot, but Wendy had always been an unbelievable heavy sleeper. I shook her by the shoulder and tried to wake her up but didn't even get a peep out of her. By now, Amy's breathing was kind of labored and her eyes were screwed shut in pain, so I decided I'd slip out of the room to go get some help, and deal with her preferences about doctors later. It took a minute to two in the darkness to find my commlink out by the couch in the living room. I had no idea how I would describe any of this to the infirmary, but I figured I'd just let the words come out by themselves once I got the night nurse on comm. "Infirmary," said the somewhat sleepy voice on the other end. The clock on the wall read 4:37am. "Hi," I said, "I think my roommate might be, uh, ... well, pretty sick." "Okay. Sick how?" said the voice. "Well, she's sweaty and shivering and she says her boobs hurt. And she's got cramps, and she's running at least a bit of a fever." "Fever -- ok, has she taken her temp?" "No," I said, walking back to the bedroom, "she's actually still in bed, but she definitely feels hot." "I see," replied the voice again, "can you put her on?" "Sure," I said with false confidence, since somehow I hadn't expected that. "Hold on a sec." Wendy had definitely dosed me with something earlier that evening -- and while I admit I loved it, I was also pretty worried about whether she'd done the same thing to Amy. And whether I'd soon end up as sick as Ames was. By the time I got back to the bedside, I found Amy stone still. I had this white-hot flash of terror as I instantly feared the worst -- but I quickly realized she wasn't dead, just sound asleep. And though she was still a little sweaty, she didn't seem nearly as hot. Good news, I figured, right? But weird... "Um, actually," I said to the nurse on the phone, "it looks like she just went back to sleep." "Okay, has she thrown up or been sick at all?" "No, she said she was sore all over but I don't think she's barfed or anything." "But you're sure she's running a temp?" "Uhh... Hard to say, I guess," I responded, reaching down to feel Amy's forehead. "She was before, but not so much now." "Is she breathing okay?" "Yeah. Seems to be. Seems more or less ... fine now, actually." "Well, tell you what," said the nurse, "keep an eye on her and feel free to call us back if she's still sick when she wakes up, but for now I suggest you just let her get some rest, okay?" "Yeah, okay," I said, "that makes sense. Sorry if I overreacted by calling you guys, but I swear a minute ago she just seemed really sick." "No problem," said the nurse. "That's what we're here for." "Thanks," I said, "and I promise we'll call back if she still seems sick in the morning." "Sounds good, sweetie, and you're very welcome," said the nurse. "Now why don't you go back to bed and get some sleep, too. Oh, and by the way," she added, before I had a chance to hang up, "even if she does feel better later, maybe see if your friend wants to come in tomorrow for a pregnancy test. Call it a hunch," she said, with that wise old nurse tone. "Goodnight." "Uh, yeah. You too. 'night," I said, and hung up. I puzzled over that last bit as I walked back to my room to go back to sleep. Pregnancy test? * * * When I woke up again, the sun was up. I stretched a little and rubbed my eyes, struggling only for a second to bring back to mind all the events of the preceding night. Amy and Wendy and I had done plenty of wild shit before, but we'd never dosed each other. So I did have this vague sense that I should be at least a little pissed off at Wendy, but lying there in bed I couldn't quite work up much indignation. I even discovered I was still just a bit turned on by the whole thing, and figured I wouldn't really confront Wendy about it, but instead just discuss it with her later. And ask her what she had slipped me, where she got it, and whether she could get us any more. That pleasant little thought bubble kind of popped for me, though, when I heard someone moaning again. The groans were different now, and only about a second after I bolted into the other bedroom I realized why. Amy was gone, but something was still in her bed. At first it looked like a sweater, or a wig or something, but I froze in place when I realized what it was. It was her hair. All of it, evidently, spread out thick across her pillow like a brunet halo. Looking further down the sheets I realized she hadn't just lost the hair from her head, either -- I found a small little thatch of what had to be pubic hair in the middle of the bed. "What the *fuck* ...?" I wondered, both horrified and disgusted. And, again, maybe a little bit aroused... I shivered again as I realized Wendy was awake over in the other bed. Awake, but definitely not sick. Instead, she was nude, wide awake, and fucking herself hard. Her left hand was wrapped around one of those tight little breasts, rolling the small pebble of her nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. Her right hand was hidden beneath the sheets, but it didn't take long to understand where it was and what it was doing. Her legs then spread a little wider, and she simultaneously moaned again a little louder. She noticed me now, as she turned her shoulders a little bit more towards me and rolled her hips against the invisible efforts of her hand. The look of terror on her face shot through me like a bullet. She wasn't dopey and sexy like she had been last night, instead she looked like she was somehow trying, but not quite succeeding, to panic. "K-Kelly," she said between pants, as she looked me straight in the eye and kept right on masturbating, "Run!" My efforts at panicking were a little more successful. "Wendy?" I asked, wondering why I wasn't already running, "Wendy, what the fuck is going on?" "Kelly, it's all my fault. I have this ... fetish for parasites, and the Lovelock Spores were just sitting there and I ...." She trailed off before she could finish. "Wendy, did you, f-fuck one of them?" I asked. "Ohhhyesssss," she breathed, dreamily, before shaking herself back into focus. "I mean ... yes. So did Amy, but only because I ... m-m-made her." That last part seemed to affect her again, and if anything it looked like it only turned her on even more. "But these weren't what I thought they were," she said, once she was able to continue. "They're not like the ones I read about, or the ones Walters described in class, somehow they've chang-- uhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn...." She trembled much harder this time, as though ready to cum, before she slowly regained a small shred of composure. "Kelly, listen don't... I can't ... stop myself, Kelly. I can't even ... control my ..." She looked down quickly at her hands, now aggressively working her tits and clit. "Look, don't ... there's no time, Kelly," she replied urgently, "don't ask questions, dammit, just RU--" Instead of finishing her sentence, however, she kind of seized up violently, and began a long series of tremors. Her head jerked back and forth a couple times, her eyes shut tight, and then she slowly relaxed. A barely perceptible smile crept across her lips, and I recoiled in horror when she opened her eyes again. Pitch black. Her eyes were shiny, and wet, but pure obsidian black beneath her eyelids, each like an eight-ball with no eight. Featureless, and emotionless, like a doll's. But that fucked-up smile just kept spreading across her face. "Wen-dy?" I asked, terrified. She replied in the same rolling, echoing whisper I'd heard the night before, as she arched her torso into her stroking hands, "*there is no wendyyyy... only gaiaaaaa*..." Now I ran. In nothing but panties and a t-shirt, but fuck it -- I'd get out of the apartment first and then worry about the way I was dressed. I made it out of the bedroom hall, but stopped dead in my tracks when I tried to sprint past the kitchen to the front door. Amy was there, in the kitchen. Absolutely bald. Naked. Magnificent. Evidently eating her way through pretty much all the food we had in the fridge. * * * I got a good, long look as she turned to face me, and my mind staggered to comprehend how much she'd changed overnight. As I'd guessed from the state of her bed, her hair was just gone, all over. Not only from her head, which almost seemed to shine a little under the light from the refrigerator, but from everywhere, even her sex. She'd always been a trimmer, never a shaver. Now there wasn't a hair left on her body. And her boobs... They weren't just bigger, they were A LOT bigger, and they were plenty big before. Now they were huge, hanging down towards her waist and swaying sexily as she moved. Heavy, and wide, but still round and proud. She was like some horny old lecher's anime fantasy come to life. I was so gripped with fear I could barely breathe, but it got worse as Amy closed the refrigerator and turned to face me. Her skin even seemed different -- kind of slick and waxy -- and finally I noticed how red and swollen she was around her sex. Freakishly swollen, in fact, with an enormous clit as big as my thumb practically pulsing out of her like a heart -- and wet, like she'd been up all night masturbating. You know, just like I had been... As she walked out of the kitchen towards me I realized her belly was distended like she was several months pregnant. My pussy betrayed me again, clenching up like a fist as I stumbled back in a blurred mix of terror and lust. Incredibly, I was getting as aroused as I was afraid. "Kelly," she said, in a voice that was only more terrifying because it was so normal, "don't leave yet, sweetie. We're not done..." "A-Amy," I begged, backing up against the wall, "please... Please just let me leave." I was starting to cry a little. "Please, Amy -- Wendy told me about the s-spores, but it's COOL, okay? I promise I won't tell anyone a thing. I swear. But I'm just really confused and really ... scared. Okay? So please, PLEASE, Amy. Please just let me leave...." I kept taking small steps towards the door, but she kept taking small steps towards me. "Kells? Honey? Oh, sweetie, don't be so afraid. I know it's confusing, but please don't be scared. It'll all make sense very soon." Amy's voice sounded sincere, but I was close enough now to see her eyes. They were clear, not black like Wendy's, but completely vacant and expressionless. Inhuman. She had this fake smile plastered right across her face, but those empty eyes really gave it away. Plus that bald head... And those cartoonish boobs... And that belly that wasn't even there just hours ago.... "Please, gods," I prayed, "just please let her leave me alone..." My breath caught in my throat as she kept walking towards me. "Kelly, stop for a second and just listen. It's actually wonderful, really it is, you just don't understand yet. It's the best--" Now I was crying hard. "Noooooo, please, Amy, whatever you're doing just stop... PLEASE. Please just stop and let me leave...." I begged. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry this is so hard for you... Here, let me help," she said, reaching into the hall closet, "at least put something on." She handed me a long coat. Hers. I trembled as I took it and wrapped it around my shoulders. "O-Okay," I replied as meekly as a mouse. "Okay. Th-thanks Amy," I continued as I turned to reach for the door handle. "I swear to the gods I won't tell anyo--" Pain shot through me like hellfire, centered on the side of my back but radiating out in scalding waves through every fiber of my being. So bad I couldn't even breathe, much less scream. I saw Amy standing above me as I collapsed. With an immobilizer in her hand. She must have lifted it off of that poor dumb security guard she "dated" for a night or two last semester. Asexual Reproduction Ch. 02 She hit me with it again as I lay there on the ground. First in my stomach -- and then again right in the middle of my ribcage, and that time she held it there for several seconds. I remember worrying I'd have a heart attack (weird, right?) but instead I only felt the rest of the wind get knocked out of me. And lots of lots of pain. I couldn't even flinch, much less resist. Instead I just lay there, trying to maintain the strength to breathe. Amy stepped up closer to me and, worryingly, got down to her knees and straddled my head, arranging that fat, red pussy just inches above my face. "It really is a shame you're not enjoying this, Kelly," she said, as a strong twitch shuttered across her dull, empty eyes. I am, and Wendy is," she continued, as she blinked them open again, "and I know you did last night. But you will again. Very soon..." At first she just kneeled there, gently fingering herself and stroking one of those enormous breasts. After a few seconds, I heard her breath quicken, and saw her whole body tremor once, then again a little harder. Like Wendy had earlier. Her hand sped up now, right above my face, grinding into her slit with a little more vigor, and her head rolled back as her other hand lovingly stroked that prominent bulge just above her mons. Then she slid that hand up to heft one of those huge tits, almost too big for a single hand now, and she rolled her head back up to lick the fat, wide peak -- then suck it deeply into her mouth. I could see her throat muscles work as she swallowed big gulps of whatever was coming out of her breast. "Mmmmm... They're really great now aren't they?" she whispered from around a nipple almost as big as a shot glass. "So firm and round and warm... Nice and juicy too..." She grinned a little when she opened her eyes, which had become as obsidian black as Wendy's did. If I could have, I would have screamed. Instead, still limp from the immobilizer I just panted, maybe from terror, or lust, or maybe both. The hand on her pussy was digging in now, her middle two fingers working deep around her g-spot, and I noticed some inky black fluid now leaking out from deep inside her cunt. Oily, dark, and evil, a few drops fell down near my lips. She unfingered herself for a second to reach down and smear the drops into my mouth. They tasted just like Wendy did before: sweet, and spicy, and acidic. And hot. I still couldn't move a muscle, but that didn't stop my nipples and my clit from pulsing like strobe lights. Amy grunted a little louder now, as she slurped that hard, wet nipple back into the back of her mouth, and rubbed herself faster. Then still louder and still faster and then with a loud, sudden, shuddering groan she came, hard. She spasmed a couple times first, going completely stiff and rigid for several seconds at a time. Her next spasms were softer, but longer, and on the third or fourth one she squirted like a geyser right in my face, shooting several long bursts of that hot black slime all over my eyes and nose, and into my mouth. I would have spit it out (I think...) but just couldn't get my lips or my tongue to work. The cream was so slick and slippery most of it just drooled down the back of my throat. Amy shot a couple more times in quick succession, only adding to the deluge, and then gently lifted her hand from her slit as her flow slowed to a halt and she came down from her high. Eyes still black as night, she slid her hips down to straddle my waist with her slick, oily sex and rest her large, firm belly on mine. She reached up to stroke my cheek and hair with her slimy fingers, and then leaned in to delicately lick up the black honey on my face. Then she brought her tongue to my mouth. I'd swallowed plenty of it already, but I still swooned hotly as she brought each new tongue-ful of oil up to my lips. The rush was so much stronger than what I'd felt last night. I was still hot, and still felt like I could explode in orgasm at any moment, but instead of touching myself and coming again and again, over and over, I soon just felt myself slipping all the way past arousal into unconsciousness. Amy whispered to me in that same voice again, echoing and rolling like Wendy's had the night before. "*now you will sleep again, kelly, and dream. of submission, and obedience. and the ecstasy of becoming gaia...*" * * * And I dreamed, all right. I know I did, although I can only remember wisps of them. I remember walking through a forest, warm, nude, and highly aroused. Blissed, really, at the feel of the cool soil between my toes and the dew from the trees anointing me as I brushed past their leaves. In fact, I remember the emotions much more clearly than the details. Really powerful feelings of oneness, belonging, warmth, love, devotion. It was wonderful, like being made of sunlight or something, but somehow it all got even stronger and better as I entered some kind of clearing in the woods. There was a circle of bare soil in the middle of the forest, about five feet wide with a single smooth green shoot, like a brand new sapling sticking up about a foot out of the ground. I walked over to it. Hovered over it. And exploded in joy as I guided it into my sex and settled myself down onto it. I remember spreading my arms out like branches, my fingers webbing out and sprouting leaves to rejoice in the warmth of New Gaia's twin suns. The feel of the light on my face, and hair, as that lovely new shoot grew up into me, and through me - changing me as it grew and bringing me into perfect communion with the planet from which I'd previously been scraping out existence as a separate being. With a sudden shudder I came, lolling from side to side as the root drove further up into me, somehow spiking me with more and more pleasure as each new inch skewered me like a pig on a spit. The root soon pushed up past the back of my throat, tilting my head back as my final orgasm washed me clean of every last trace of selfishness, will, or individuality. Coming again and again, each impossibly stronger than the last as the human being known as "Kelly" joyfully shed that existence and became just another indivisible part of the gaian collective. * * * I woke up to find myself, still human, lying on the couch. I knew I should have been relieved to realize it was all a dream, but a big part of me wanted to try and go right back to sleep. Maybe forever... I forced my eyes open and steadily worked myself awake. Wendy was sitting beside me, and helped me sit up. "Oh good," she said, "you're just in time." "Wha??" I stammered as I gathered my thoughts. "In time for what?" "Amy's giving birth again." This, I could barely process. Amy. Giving birth. *Again.* What the-- "Come on," said Wendy, pulling me up off the couch to follow her into their bedroom. As we entered the room I staggered again at what I saw. Amy's cunt was gaping wide, as big as a soup bowl, with something solid and black barely visible behind her fat, swollen lips. She was panting hard and exerting herself, but she didn't appear to be in pain. The way she firmly thrummed her long, distended clit seemed to confirm this. Wendy dropped my arm and quickly knelt on the floor between Amy's widely spread legs. She leaned down to claim Amy's huge clit with her mouth, which left Amy's hands free to knead her enormous breasts and bring one of them back up to her greedy lips. I felt ... not really terror or horror, but ... excitement? Purpose? Something spiked my emotions, but it wasn't a fight or flight response like before, it was like an urge or an instinct. I calmly walked over to Wendy's side and kneeled just behind her and to the side, both of us between Amy's trembling thighs. After several more licks, Wendy pulled her mouth from Amy's sex and said, "I think you're ready to push again, baby... Deep breath." Amy kept her mouth latched hard around a nipple, but sucked a big breath in through her nose. "OK," Wendy continued, "bigpushnow! More! More! MORE!!!" With several shuddering gasps and a huge oily spurt on the last one, something round, slimy, and black kind of oozed and slithered out of Amy. Her hand flew back down to her clit, as she rubbed herself through two or three hard fast orgasms, and Wendy lovingly cradled the grapefruit-sized lump that had plopped into her waiting hands. From behind wet eyes Wendy whispered, "so *beautiful*," and slowly brought it up to rest it on Amy's torso. Once there, it kind of ... unfurled. It had been curled up in a ball when it left Amy's vagina, but as it unrolled it seemed to be kind of wide, and ovoid. Kind of like a large, slimy, legless version of one of those rolley-poley bugs, or a ... Slug, I realized, as it opened a freakish mouth and somehow emitted a sharp, keening squeal. Still recovering from her shuddering orgasms, and her ... labor, Amy stroked it gently, saying "Hello, little one! Are you hungry?" "Wha---???" I wondered in shellshocked amazement. HUNGRY??? "Here, my precious" she continued, "there's plenty left for you..." And she brought the writhing worm's mouth onto the huge, wet nipple she cradled in her other hand. She seemed impossibly normal for someone who'd lost all their hair and brought an alien pregnancy to term in the last 36 hours... The worm pulsed as it latched on immediately, and Amy sighed as it began a rhythmic, steady pulling at her breast. "That's a really nice one," said Wendy from between Amy's soaking wet thighs. "I think it's nearly as big as the first one already." "Th-the ... first one?" I asked, finally able to speak again. "Oh yes," said Amy. "Didn't you-- No, I guess you wouldn't have-- Wendy, go take her to see the first one." * * * As Amy requested, Wendy walked me back to my room, but left me to return to Amy once she had shown me through the door. Derek was there, lying on my bed. Nude. Casually stroking that gorgeous cock of his in long, steady strokes. With a huge, pulsing slug latched squarely onto the middle of his forehead. It looked like a long, slimy, stuffed sock -- nearly a foot long and about as big around as my forearm. It's tail hung wetly across the bridge of his nose and down one cheek, and I gasped when I saw the thin line of blood that leaked out from under the slug's mouth as it tensed and pulled at the front of Derek's head. Trembling again, I struggled to find the breath to speak. "Derek?" I finally croaked after a couple gasps of air. "Honey?" He didn't really respond right away, but after a second or two he kind of languidly turned his head towards me and smirked a little bit. "Heyyyy baaaaaabe," he mumbled, still calmly stroking himself. "D-Derek, what are you doing?" "Dunno." "Why are you..." I didn't even know how to end this question. "Dunno. Feels good." As I stepped a little closer I could see his eyes weren't just empty, they were white. Solid white, exactly as white as Amy's and Wendy's eyes had been black earlier. He slowly slicked his other hand through the many streaks of cum lining his taut, muscled stomach. His smile grew just a little wider then, as he reached that hand behind himself and slid the wet tips of his first two fingers just inside the tight ring of his ass. Then his cock started to twitch and throb, like it did when I used to suck him. Each of his hands worked its target faster and faster. I could tell he was getting ready to come again. I startled when I heard someone walk up behind me. It was Amy, still cradling the new slug at her breast, nursing it with thick black oil as though it was the most normal thing in the world to do. "He showed up a couple hours ago and said you guys had a study date, or something," she said. "Wendy only needed a minute or so to convince him we had something a lot more fun to do." "Wh-what the fuck is that ... th-thing ... d-doing to him?" I asked, not quite certain I wanted to hear the answer. "You might say it's ... learning his mind, Kelly, and remaking it," she said. "That's what the slugs do. They're vectors, basically -- whereas the spores relied on more of a seductive, 'forbidden fruit' strategy to lure people to gaia, it turned out that really only worked well with women, like it did with me and Wendy. They were basically eradicated during the terra-forming, like Walters said, so now the slugs are going to be part of a little more of a 'brute force' approach." I blinked, but otherwise simply couldn't respond. Did she mean that the planet itself was-- "You see, especially if given a couple centuries, a collective planetary consciousness like gaia can adapt very well. The next spore 'outbreak' is going to end quite differently than the last one," she said, smiling proudly. She stepped past me into the bedroom and stood next to Derek, who did nothing to acknowledge her approach and instead just pulled his knees up and out to give himself better access to his ass. His fingers were working his hole hard now. "I ... don't understand ...." I muttered. "No, of course you don't," replied Amy. "I'll explain. The slug is essentially a conduit, Kelly. It brings each subject directly to gaia through an infestation of smaller slugs which leave the subject's mind directly under gaia's control." Struck dumb at both the substance of Amy's description and the sight of her nursing a long, black parasite while my boyfriend steadily masturbated on my bed, I just gaped. "Here, look," Amy said, using her left hand to gesture to the wound the slug made in the center of Derek's forehead, as her right hand still cuddled its twin to her breast, "first it drills through the skull, and then it hollows out most of the pre-frontal cortex. As you may recall, this is the part of the brain responsible for complex cognition, individuality, and will." Derek's fist picked up the pace on his cock. "As that area of the brain is slowly eaten away, the slug deposits several larvae, for lack of a better term, in the resulting void. These smaller slugs, basically centimeter long replicas of the 'mother' slug, continue to feed on brain tissue and spread out through the subject's brain and central nervous system to take control. Perhaps since repressed sexuality has typically played such a major role in human aggression during our time here on gaia, it is our sexuality and sexual response which the slugs use to implement their control." Derek gasped softly, and then tensed, shooting a long thick rope of hot cum from the wet tip of his cock. Two, three, four, more strong white jets followed in quick succession, and he trembled powerfully with each one. "First they learn the stimuli to which each host is already conditioned to respond, in order to keep the subject in an intense state of arousal during the infestation process. Then they recondition the host to respond most powerfully to submission, obedience, and devotion to gaia. It is the sexualizing of these emotions that ultimately renders the subject utterly enthralled to gaia, such that each orgasm brings obedience and obedience brings orgasm. " She reach down and tenderly stroked Derek's head. "This one's brain is now riddled with larvae. Dozens of them, at least. The 'mother' slug will soon fall off and die, but the subject itself is now more or less an automaton, a slave with no will or individuality of its own --" And with no cares, no fear, no doubt or responsibility, I thought, and then wondered where the thought had come from. "Not only no longer a threat to gaia," Amy continued, "but instead quite an asset for her to use as we gaia-form the rest of the colon--" She broke off her sentence as I sprang into action, but otherwise she didn't react. I was so scared, so horrified, so ... aroused at what I'd just heard and seen, I don't believe I was really thinking or planning anything, I just acted. I reached down and grabbed the newborn slug off her breast and sprinted out the bedroom door. Wendy was waiting at the far end of the hallway, nude and gorgeous, menacingly holding the immobilizer Amy had used on me earlier. I knew I had no chance of making it past her, so I ducked into the bathroom instead, and locked the door behind me. What now? I wondered. Would they come and get me, maybe have Derek pound down the door? I might only have seconds, I figured, and moved over to flush the slug down the toilet but stopped after only one step. Staring at it, I stopped and thought: why bother? So what if I destroyed one slug, I realized, Amy was obviously ready to spawn plenty more. And who knew what these new spores had done to Wendy. Looking around the bathroom, I realized just how trapped I really was. Quite literally nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. No escape at all. Except... I turned and sat on the toilet seat, and tried to calm myself with several deep breaths. * * * I had only run into the bathroom a couple minutes before, but once I got control of my breathing I nervously unlocked the door and walked out, bringing the slick, black slug with me. Wendy was still standing in the hallway, conspicuously armed with that immobilizer, but she held her ground as I stopped just outside the door. Turning slowly away from her, I walked back over to my bedroom where Amy sat on the edge of the bed, casually surveying the huge pool of cum on Derek's stomach and chest. She turned in place to face me as I walked over to her and stood beside the bed. I struggled to speak, and when I did it was more of a mumble. "Amy I .... I, uh, ... I couldn't do it." "I know," she said. "I know why, too. We both do, don't we?" I gulped in silent agreement. "Kneel before me, Kelly," she continued, opening her legs wide to either side of mine, "I can help." With a gasp I knelt between her knees, carefully cradling the wriggling slug in my right hand. "Smell me, Kelly, and touch yourself," said Amy. Her huge pulsing cunt barely a hand's width from my nose, I did, reeling in lust as I took a long, deep breath through my nose. And gasped it out, as my left hand found the firey wetness between my thighs. "Again," said Amy. And I did. I was drooling a little, as now I had to fight to keep my mouth away from her sex. "Again..." Sigh... "There now," she said. "Doesn't that help?" Oh gods yes... "Now ask." "A-Amy," I whispered through slack lips. "P-please, please ..." "Yes, Kelly?" I could barely force my mouth to make words now, as my tongue seemed to seek Amy's cunt with a mind of its own. "Ohhh, Ammyyyy," I sighed. Finally giving in to it, I took and deep breath and whispered to her, "pleasemakemedoit...." "Of course I will, honey," she cooed. "Thank you for asking so nicely. Now go ahead, lean in and take a lick..." I licked, and new surges of lust nearly floored me as I buried my face in in her huge, swollen pussy. "Yessssss... And drink..." I drank. Long and deep. Gulping down mouthful after eager mouthful, I felt that hazy fog of lust slide over me again like a warm, thick blankey. And I watched Amy shudder twice, as her eyes rolled over again to that pure, slick obsidian black. "*kelly,*" she whispered down to me in that rolling echoing voice, gently tilting my head back from her sex, "*now you will submit.*" "Yes," I gasped. "*you will hold the slug to your forehead...*" Hot with new lust, I hefted the slug up and slowly brought its mouth to my head. It squirmed around for only a couple seconds, and then sucked itself powerfully onto my flesh. The pain came next, and grew quickly into agony as the slug gnawed away at my skull. "*relax, kelly, relax and submit, so my vessel can burrow into your head and envenomate your br---*" The rest of Amy's whisper faded away in the rush, as a powerful erotic wave washed every trace of pain out of my head. Asexual Reproduction Ch. 02 I focused again as the wave ebbed, and heard Amy continuing, "*you will think only of gaia now, of obedience, devotion, and submission. you will empty your mind now, kelly, this will help the infestation spread. you will submit to the slugs, and obey, kelly. submit. and obey...*" A soft noise, like wind rustling through the trees, steadily built up from nowhere, like from headphones inside my head. I blinked several times quickly as my vision slowly blurred, and the fear and worry left my mind like the last bubbles of air bleeding out of a limp balloon. "*empty yourself for the slugs... obey this, and submit... obey...*" The sound built, more in intensity than in volume, and my vision kept slowly fading, too. "there will be no kelly," I heard, in a voice frighteningly like my own, "only gaia..." And then the world went white. * * * THE END Asexual Reproduction It pressed delightfully against the upper wall of her cunt, and she groaned loudly now as each snap of her hips drove it another few millimeters further along. She soon felt the firm little ball bumping firmly against her cervix, and paused for a moment. "I can still stop," thought Wendy, "Maybe I should stop..." As if in reply, the pod gave a last, final squeeze and fired the spore deep inside Wendy's womb. Drowning in sensation, Wendy cried out and came. * * * "Wend? You in here? Wendy?" asked Amy as she slowly opened the door to the bathroom. The beaker-shaped sign at the end of the keychain in her hand read "3rd Floor Xeno-Bio: Women's," and was nearly the size of a dinner plate. *No one* would mistakenly walk off with *this* bathroom key... Entering the bathroom, Amy thought she saw a shadow underneath the handicapped stall, and said "Sweetie, you've been gone for like, hours, I got worried. Wendy?" "WENDY!!!" she shouted when she walked around the open door to the stall and found her friend sprawled out on the floor next to the toilet. "Wendy, oh, Wends..." whispered Amy, "What have you done?" She barely stifled a scream as she stared at the spore case throbbing between Wendy's naked thighs, the stamen still obscenely wedged deep inside her pussy. After a moment Amy rushed down to Wendy's side to cradle her head in her lap. "Oh my Gods, Wendy..." said Amy, brushing Wendy's sweaty hair out of her eyes. "Mmmmm, hi Amy," replied Wendy in a stupor, reaching up to stretch a bit and stroke her chest lightly. Amy seemed right on the edge of tears. "Oh Wendy... Wendy, that's one of the ... Did you ... Oh Gods, Wendy, *what are you doing*?" "I'm ... having some psycho-sexual reactions to the spores, Amy. Really big ones, over and over again. It's fucking awesome." A delicious ache of sexheat throbbed through Wendy's nipples and clit with each pounding heartbeat, and she dropped one hand down to gently stroke her tightly stretched pussylips as they still cradled the hefty stalk jutting out from the pod. Despite her terror, Amy felt her chest tightening, too. "No, Wend... But Wendy, why?" "I had to, Amy. I *had* to. I've had this fantasy for as long as I can remember, but the real thing is sooo much hotter. I can already feel it changing me. It's improving me, adapting me so I can be a better Gaian. The spores are Gaia-forming *me*, Amy... And it feels *So Fucking Good*..." "Wendy, stop it. This is wrong, Wendy, you shouldn't be doing this. W-Walters said these things were really dangerous." "Oh, she was right, they are dangerous. Very dangerous, in fact, depending on your perspective. But there's so much Walters didn't know about them, or about Gaia." Amy simply stared back at her, so Wendy tried to explain. "It's homeostatic, Amy. It's a system, everything on the whole planet works together and is designed to maintain its own balance. When mankind got here it posed a threat to that balance, especially male mankind with all its aggression and this conqueror's mentality... So Gaia specialized these spores as a way to move the men out of the picture and bring the planet back into balance. Think about it: if we didn't need men for sex or reproduction, what would we need them for? Picking fights and starting wars? Do you know came up with the idea to eradicate the spores, Amy? I'll give you a hint: it wasn't the women." "Oh, Gods, Wendy..." "Shhh, Amy, really, it's all ok. Much better than ok, actually, it's wonderful. Here, give me your hand." Wendy gently took Amy's hand and placed on her lower abdomen just above her mons. "Can you feel them?" Amy nodded, and swallowed hard as she realized what it was she was feeling inside her friend's body, rolling gently around like tennis balls just inside Wendy's warm, soft tummy. "It's got three or four inside me already, I lost count. Looks like there's only one to go..." Wendy and Amy shared a long, quiet look for several moments until the now visibly smaller pod started pulsing again. Wendy sighed hotly and whispered to Amy, "Ohhhhh, thank the Gods -- it's starting again, Amy. Here comes the last one, look." Reeling from everything she just saw, felt, and heard, Amy watched the base of the stamen stretch to accommodate the spore that began passing upwards towards Wendy's sex. "It's sooo fucking good, Amy, soooo good... But I'm so tired. Will you help me?" "Help you?" Amy whispered. "I don't... Help you how?" "Please," replied Wendy, pulling Amy's fingers towards her clit, "just help me." "Wendy, don't... I can't, Wendy, please, I just can't." "Of course you can, baby. I just need to come, and you know how good you are at helping me with that. Please, Ames, just touch me..." Amy swallowed hard, and then gently slid her hand just a little further down Wendy's abdomen towards the top of her pussy. Wendy sighed deeply as her friends fingertips slid across her clit, and reached a hand up to touch Amy's face in gratitude. The two girls gazed into each others eyes as Wendy ground herself against the steadily advancing spore. She winced a little in pleasure/pain when the ball finally slipped past her lips, but then moaned as it pressured her just right from the inside. Wordlessly, she helped Amy's fingers match the pace of the pod's pulsing and prodding. Wendy was working hard now and panting a little with the exertion, grinding her hips against the stalk and Amy's hand. Lying in Amy's lap, Wendy looped her left hand up behind Amy's neck, but with her other hand she pinched her nipple firmly and drove herself towards orgasm. "It's so good, Ames," she whispered. "Oh Gods, I'm so close. Oh please, Amy... Please, help me come..." Amy sped up her stroking and leaned in a little in response, and sighed when she saw the spore case contract mightily and Wendy's knees pull up towards her head. Succumbing to the moment, she willingly allowed Wendy to guide her head down and opened her lips so the two friends could share a wet, passionate kiss. Wendy's orgasm was a big one, and long. She trembled in the afterglow for several moments afterwards, while Amy slowly turned away from her and wrestled with her own emotions. Wendy eventually opened her eyes, and touched Amy's shoulder when she spoke. "Ohhh, thank you, Amy. Thank you so much...." She reached down to gently rub her sore, raw sexlips, and then shifted her hips a little to let the shriveled pod stalk slip out of her vagina. "Mmmmmmm..." Wendy moaned, stretching after the hours-long fuck she'd just enjoyed. Amy still just sat frozen in place, until Wendy eventually spoke up to address her. "Ames? You ok?" "W-What?" replied Amy, shaken out of her stupor. "Am I ... uhh, yeah, no I'm... No... I don't... Wendy, your eyes..." "Yes?" "Your ... eyes, Wendy, th-they're changing. You're changing. Your eyes are ... turning black. And ... look." With a trembling hand, Amy pointed to the front of Wendy's shirt. Broad, wet stains had spread across her chest. With a bit of a groan, Wendy picked herself up out of the small puddle underneath her ass and walked stiffly out of the stall to go look in the mirror above the sink. She sighed a little at the wanton image staring back at her -- sweaty hair matted all over her face; bottomless, with her neatly trimmed pussy still swollen and drippy; and her creamy hips and thighs framed enticingly between the bottom of her wet polo shirt and the tops of her knee socks. The stains on her shirt seemed centered on her breasts, and when she pulled her shirt up to investigage further she found tiny little streaks of stringy black ooze leaking from her nipples. She might not have noticed it if she hadn't made a point of looking for it, but with her shirt pulled up she found that her belly was visibly distended -- just barely -- with small little lumps shifting around just under her skin. The image gave her another nice little aftershock, and she reached up to use the slick liquid coming from her nipples to spin her fingertips around her aureolas. Stepping a little closer to the mirror, she gaped incredulously at the similar jet-black streaks now swirling around inside her eyes. She smiled a crooked smile at herself in the mirror, as she felt herself getting mildly aroused all over again -- but she had other issues to address at the moment, and calmly walked back into the stall. Amy was still huddled over in the corner, and she startled a bit when Wendy re-appeared. "Amy? Honey? You sure you're ok?" Wendy asked. Amy looked up at Wendy quickly, in silence, and then just stared back at the floor. "Ames, listen to me: it's ok, it really is. This is something I've read all about, and I know exactly what--" "Wendy," Amy interrupted. "Don't explain. It's not ... that's not ..." She struggled to get the words out, and soon trailed off to a whisper. "Look, you don't have to worry, Amy, or be afraid, or anything like that, OK? I'm fine, I wanted this, and I just want to make sure you realize that." Amy still sat and stared back at Wendy in silence. She looked like she had something to say, but just couldn't bring herself to say it. "Are you worried, Amy?" She shook her head. "Afraid?" Amy just sat for a second, and eventually shook her head, but without quite as much certainty as before. "Well then, please don't just keep cowering over there, Ames, say something. I'm not going to bite you or any--" "Wendy, what ...," said Amy, suddenly, but again couldn't seem to finish. "Yes?" replied Wendy. She walked over to the corner Amy was sitting in and crouched down next to her on the floor so she could stroke her hair, and whisper to her at eye level. Using her fingertips to lift Amy's chin, Wendy said, "Ames, whatever it is, it's ok, really. You can tell me. What is it?" "Wh-what... What ...," said Amy, barely even whispering now, and finally looking Wendy in the eyes. "What ... does it feel like?" Wendy paused for just a moment, and allowed her eyes to soak in the image of Amy's nipples poking through her shirt like cherries. With a broad smile, Wendy then simply leaned back and reached for her backpack.... * * * A couple hours later, the two girls stepped casually out the door of the lab building. It was late evening now -- not yet quite nighttime, but the sun had set and there were no more than a couple minutes of dusk left. An observer would have found it odd, therefore, when both girls put their sunglasses on, but there was no one around the labs at this hour to see it. After sharing a quick giggle, the girls hefted their heavy backpacks into place, held each other's hands, and headed off towards the dorms with a spring in their step.