The farm was an island now, and the water that blocked her way was rising but still running slowly enough that she could make it back across. She opened the gate and grabbed the halter of the nearest panicked horse, patting its broad cheek gently and speaking to it kindly as she led it into the water. The whites of its eyes showed as it waded through to the other side, one of the other horses following behind. The mare's kin, she figured.
Another trip across, and the water was getting dangerously high. It sloshed around her buttocks and splashed her gut so that she began to shiver. One horse left. She grabbed its mane since it had no halter and began to gently lead it across the swift, brown waters. Halfway across, her feet were swept out from under her, but her hold on the horse's neck helped her regain her footing.
Five feet from the bank, the other horses waited and called to the third as it awkwardly climbed the slope to safety. I've done it, thought Patty. Then her feet slipped again as did her hold on the horse.
Screaming, she struck out for a branch, or fence, or anything to hold on to, but there was nothing. Trying to keep her head above the swirling waters, she paddled as best she could toward the nearest shore. A branch connected with her head from behind, and everything went black.
***
Coughing water from her lungs, Patty came to. Despite a throbbing headache and being half drowned, she managed to stand up and look around at where she had ended up. Patty had no clue where she was. The flood waters had left her in a marshy area, the churning brown river now several feet away as it receded. How long had she been out?
She gently touched her head and found a good sized lump where the branch had clobbered her, then she realized that most of her clothing had been torn off in the waters. Beginning to shake from the chill, she looked around and began stuffing big pads of moss into her remaining clothes to keep warm and wished for some dry firewood. Looking in every direction, she could see no trace of civilization, only marsh and swampland for miles. Some large white birds called as they flew overhead, and suddenly she felt very alone.
Several hours later, hypothermia was really beginning to set in. "Must... keep core body temperature... up..." she said out loud, just to hear her own voice. She rubbed her bare arms and watched the river mud pill up into little rolls and fall away. Suddenly she heard a low rumbling... was it another flood? An earthquake?
A bright red helicopter appeared from behind some distant trees. Gasping with panicked hope, she tore off her safety vest and waved it in the air as she jumped up and down. "HERE!!" she screamed, "HERE! OH GOD, PLEASE COME GET ME!!"
The helicopter stopped, then turned toward the moving orange dot. She had been spotted.
***
Night fell as Patty finally got out of the shower. It had taken what seemed like hours to get all the grime out of every crack and crevice of her body. The on-demand water heater allowed her to crank it up as hot as she liked as she scrubbed off the scum, lathered her hair three times, and rubbed fragrant herbal soap all over. She even used her exfoliating sugar scrub, her special facial wash, and a gentle vaginal douche for good measure. Patty couldn't remember when she had gotten dirtier, or when a long, hot shower had been so delicious.
She still wore her towel around her head and was doing a final cleaning job under her toenails when she felt a pang. "Goddamn period," she muttered to herself. "And I just got clean too. Ah well, this is just the ovulation pains... it'll be a couple of weeks before the flow starts."
But somehow... something in the back of Patty's mind knew that it felt different... that it was in the wrong place. And it wasn't so much the light cramping of ovulation as a strange, unfamiliar... something... that she couldn't put her finger on. Not painful exactly, but not comfortable and normal either. Pushing it aside, the weary woman climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning she went to her County Search and Rescue debriefing, was reprimanded for not requesting assistance despite her insistence that the horses would have died without her, and was urged to get a medical exam in case she had been exposed to a hazardous disease in the floodwaters.
Patty drove home, the last of the rain continuing to keep the streets wet. Her mind wandered and she found herself parked in the garage, not quite remembering how she got there. "Stress," she murmered to herself as she got out of the car.
As she stood up, the odd feeling returned... not a cramp exactly, but some kind of dull pulling feeling in the vicinity of her uterus. It was getting stronger, so she took a couple of ibuprofen and relaxed on the couch with a heating pad as she flipped on the television. Almost immediately the feeling increased, a pressure building up where the heating pad rested on her abdomen.
Feeling a little ill, Patty decided to turn in early. The office was still a mess anyway, and it would be days before the ground floor was cleaned up. Her boss had called to let her know that she wouldn't be needed for a while, so she had volunteered for a Search and Rescue volunteer shift...
Getting into bed, her mind wandered back to the day she had saved the horses. She curled up on her side to try and relieve the uncomfortable feeling inside as she fell asleep. In her dreams, ocean waves turned into horses, and as she sat on the beach, the horses galloped inside her vagina and filled her body until she became water too.
Jerking awake the next morning, a welcome shaft of sunlight came through her bedroom window. Patty smiled as she opened the blinds and let the sun bathe her in warmth. Instantly, the pressure returned to her belly and the smile faded. It was getting worse, and she began to think that maybe a trip to the doctor was in order in case she had gotten an infection or something from the dirty waters. She closed the blinds again, and the pressure disappeared.
Patty stopped and thought. She opened the blinds, allowing the sun to hit her pubic mound, and the pressure was back with a vengeance. She closed them again, cutting off the sunlight, and it subsided, but not completely this time. Frozen to the spot, she opened the blinds a crack and let the sun shine only on her arm. Only a little sensation. She moved to her face, only a little twinge from her belly. She let the sun fall on her belly and pubic area, and the strong, sudden pushing sensation almost brought her to her knees.
But it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Still curious, now she got the heating pad and applied it alternately to her belly where her womb was located, and alternated it with sunlight. The heat stimulated the strange feeling, yes, but sunlight made it go wild. Her crotch began to tingle slightly now as well.
Standing in the sunlight, she allowed the feeling to grow inside her. She began to breathe a little more rapidly, and ran her hands over her belly as she prepared to masturbate. She reached the soft area just above her pubic hairs and began to tease herself, then realized with a shock that its shape had changed since she had last been there. There was a distinct bulge now... why hadn't she noticed it when showering yesterday?
She felt the bulge, and it was firm. Definitely something there. And the longer she stood in the bright morning sunlight, the more pressure she felt from within. Was it... growing? Right before her eyes?
She became more stimulated, even though she wasn't pleasuring herself. Patty began to feel her vagina moving slightly, an exciting pressure growing there as well. Still she stood in the sunlight, enjoying the sensations it was creating within her body. Overcome at last, she began to finger her slit as she felt her pussy stretching deep inside, Yes, she decided, her belly was getting larger. She massaged the growing bulge with her free hand and became even more stimulated.
Still standing in the sunlight that was somehow creating this rapid change in her, Patty felt the skin of her belly begin to tighten as it grew even larger. Her cunt was so large now behind the tight ring of muscle at its entrance that she could feel it pushing against both her anus and her increasing womb. At last she came, her quickly moving fingers stimulating her clit into release as the sunlight did its work too.
Sinking to the floor, still in the shaft of morning light, she closed her eyes and panted as the orgasm subsided, but the sensations inside still increased. Patty shuddered with another wave of pleasure as something began pushing out from between her pussy lips. She opened her eyes and saw a thumb-sized, pale green shoot emerging from between her legs, its large leaves slowly unfurling as it moved to collect the sunshine.
Transfixed, and sure now that she was dreaming, Patty simply sat on the floor and watched what was happening to her. The shoot grew larger as it continued to slowly push its way out, and she could feel the moving stalk begin to stretch her slit open as two more eight-inch leaves unfurled themselves toward the sun.
She pinched herself to see if she were awake, and it hurt. The stalk continued to issue from her vagina, and her belly continued to grow. She pushed on her belly and could feel a hard knot within that slowly increased as two more leaves began to open.
Finally shaking herself out of her shock, she scrambled up and closed the blinds, causing the plant's growth to cease. She stood shaking, her legs apart, looking down at the green, heart-shaped leaves that quivered as well, tickling her belly. Patty tentatively touched the substantial leaves, and they were velvety on the underside with thick veins. Exploring further, she used her fingers to follow the stem downward, feeling the smooth surface and the union where the leaves emerged from it.
She continued, feeling her way down the shaft and trying to hold the leaves out of the way so she could see what she was doing. She found the point at which the thing emerged from her vagina, and shuddered again with the feeling of it, her inner muscles twitching against the hard form.
She now used her finger to go inside, following the stalk deep into her cunt where she found its point of origin - it was going into (or rather coming out of) her womb. With her other hand, she pushed on her swollen belly and felt the pressure of a large, lumpy form within pushing back.
Patty knew she had to get help. She called for an emergency appointment at the hospital that night (knowing the dangers of exposing her belly to daylight) and headed for the kitchen. There, she found her pruning shears in the drawer, and, holding her breath as if it might hurt, severed the shoot as close to her pussy lips as she dared. Exhaling with relief, she had felt nothing. A pale juice slowly dripped from the plant's wound. Patty grabbed some loose-fitting clothing and sat down to wait for the sun to go down.
Over the next few hours she only felt a small amount of growth, and by evening, when she was ready to leave, the inch of new shoot protruding from her pussy was sliced off to make the drive easier.
At the hospital, the doctors were baffled at first, but some X-rays showed what had happened - a seed from some large tropical plant had somehow been washed into her vagina during the flood and had germinated in the moist, dark warmth of her body. Experts were called in, and it seemed that a careful abortion-like procedure would do the job of getting the root ball out of her uterus.
The next morning she awoke after the surgery of the previous night, and immediately noticed that the hard pressure inside her had gone. Patty felt a mixture of relief and loss... she understood the relief, but why did she feel as if she had actually had an abortion? Shaking off the grogginess, she had a hospital breakfast and then slowly drove herself home. But a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right remained.
She left a message on the machine at work that she would miss being there the next day, and took some pain killers for the dull throb that was in her gut. Damn doctors, she thought... then wondered why she had. They had helped her, hadn't they? They had all been very kind, and worked hard to ensure that she wouldn't be embarrassed...
Patty went into the kitchen and saw the shears she had used to cut the plant. A bead of dried liquid rested on the blade and she shuddered involuntarily. Getting a small glass she took a shot of brandy to calm her nerves. Something scratched at the back of her consciousness.
Later in the afternoon, after two more shots of brandy and some bad television, she took some more pain killers and laid down for a nap. Rest is what she needed now. Wonderful sleep. The dreamless sleep of the dead after such a trying 24 hours.
Some time later she awoke, stretched, and noticed that it was dark outside. A terrible flavor in her mouth made her get up and brush her teeth, then she used the toilet. The doctor warned her that there might be some faint traces of blood, so she wasn't surprised by the droplet of pink that appeared on the paper, but something wasn't the same. It was thicker than urine, almost as thick as tree sap. It looked just like the droplet on the blade of her shears, and she stared at it for a long time before wiping again. Another droplet, just like the first.
She figured it was residue from the roots and tried to shrug it off, but when she stood up, a familiar pang visited her womb. Patty froze and felt her lower abdomen with her hands, but couldn't feel anything inside. She took a deep breath (not realizing that she had stopped), and strode toward the bedroom. Another small pang. But she didn't feel frightened at what might be inside her body. She wondered at this feeling... this strange, welcoming feeling of hope. Hope that it might happen again.
Irritated with her foolishness and trying to shake off any bizarre, romantic notions, she strode swiftly into the living room and landed hard on the sofa, determined to live a normal life as if none of this had ever happened. She grabbed the TV remote and savagely changed the channels, found some random reality show to numb herself with, and got up to get some more brandy. Another little flutter in her womb. Or maybe it was her period this time? Perhaps a little pang of ovulation?
Tossing her hair and ignoring it, she wrenched the whole bottle (or what remained of it) off the counter and swung back onto the sofa where she was soon fast asleep.
At some point in the middle of the night, she awoke to find that the television was still on, and hazily watched a couple of commercials as she woke up enough to go pee and move to her bed for the rest of the night. One commercial in particular, however, caught her attention. It showed a spray for tough weeds, like dandelions, and showed how if any of the root was left behind when you pulled it up, a whole new plant would grow from that tiny bit of root.
A tiny bit of root.
They hadn't gotten it all.
A cold feeling shot down her body as she felt something again. Was it a cramp? It felt like the little dull pain she got when ovulating sometimes... she could feel it on the left side, right about where her ovary was. Yes, that had to be it. Patty laughed roughly at her own wild imagination, grinding the heels of her hands into her eyes and getting up from the sofa. A wave of feeling shot through her belly and made her gasp... but not from pain... from pleasure.
She straightened up and felt another movement from within accompanied by another sensation of pleasure and a little dull ache in the vicinity of her left ovary. Still slightly groggy from awakening and from the remnants of the alcohol, her mind tried to work sensibly as she tottered down the hallway to the bathroom. But nothing made sense at 4:00 in the morning under these conditions. Sitting down to pee, the change in position caused another movement from within, and another tingle of pleasure in her pussy. Wiping carefully, she saw another pink droplet of the thick, sap-like liquid. The act of drawing her hand across her slit gave her a chill of desire.
Standing up, another movement in her belly, another tingle of pleasure (were they getting stronger?), and another dull pull at her ovary. Her mind wouldn't focus, and she decided to simply ignore it until the next day as she crept under the warm, soft covers of her bed and almost instantly fell asleep.
Having turned the alarm off and enjoying the warmth of her comforter, Patty slept in quite late. She turned over and was awakened by the dim awareness that something wasn't quite right in her body. She felt a familiar pressure from within. Did she have to pee? No, that wasn't it, she decided as she rolled to her other side and was rewarded with a strong wave of stimulating pleasure in her cunt. Then her eyes opened wide at the thought of what it might be. She felt as if Christmas morning had arrived, then caught herself... what in the world was she thinking? What if the damn thing was back?
Yes... what if it was?
She slowly reached down and touched the skin of her lower belly where the root ball had been before. She breathed deeply, then pushed inward with her fingertips.
Something was there. Something firm and irregularly shaped.
It was back.
Trembling, she withdrew her fingers and examined her feelings as she drew the blankets up around her chin. For a long time she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the light play there from the top of the window where the blinds didn't quite meet. The blinds.
She noticed that the lips of her slit were pulsating with her heartbeat. She slowly reached down with her right hand and began to play with herself. It felt so good. The thing inside her was somehow stimulating her, and she responded. She loved it, the life within her womb. It was hers. Nobody had to know about it. She could keep cutting it off and nobody would ever know.
A feeling of dismay hit her, and she stopped moving her hand. She could never cut it again. It wasn't right. It would be like cutting her own body. The memory of the sap on the clippers haunted her now, like a murder weapon. Patty got up and went into the kitchen, the movement of standing up from her bed causing the form inside her belly to push against her in different ways. Pleasant ways. Unconsciously, she rubbed her belly as she walked.
She went into the kitchen and threw the clippers into the trash, then noticed what she had been doing. Taking her hand away, she saw that yes, there was a bulge inside her again, her skin stretching to accommodate it. Staring down, she rubbed it again, feeling the new shape, caressing the tightened skin, welcoming it into her heart.
Patty called her office and explained that she had just had surgery for a... uterine growth. A benign uterine growth. Yes, she was fine. But it would be a few days before she could go back to work. Maybe a week. Or two. Depending on what her doctor said. She would let them know as soon as she was coming back.
She absently hung up the phone and went back to the bedroom. The morning light strained to enter but the blinds prevented it. She could feel the plant inside her straining as well. It needed light. She could give it what it needed. She climbed onto the bed and crouched there on her knees, facing the window, preparing herself for what she knew would happen. She could feel the root growing restless, the slow movement and increasing pressure causing her pussy juices to begin flowing and her inner thighs to tingle. Patty opened the blinds.
Sunlight cascaded through the window and onto her body. Instantly, the pressure within began to increase. She watched, smiling, as her belly stretched further. Then, catching her by surprise, a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked her over issued from her vagina. Orgasming instantly, even though her eyes were now closed she could clearly feel a hard, thick shoot push out of her uterus and through her tunnel until it reached the light, a large knot of it trapped within her pussy.
She gasped with waves of sustained pleasure as the pale green rod, thick as a thumb, emerged from her slit and began to seek the light as it had the first time. Two deep green leaves slowly unfurled themselves at the level of her navel, and she stroked the edge of her cunt where the plant pushed it open, another little spasm of orgasm causing her inner muscles to clamp down and work deliciously on the firm, bulbous stalk inside her. Still the plant continued to grow.
From within, she could feel the roots in her womb enlarging, looking for somewhere to expand. In her vagina, the stalk kept enlarging, pushing the stretchy walls ever outward behind the ring of muscle at the entrance. Her slit continued to open, growing wider still as the stalk of the plant enlarged and grew thicker. Still she sat in the sun, encouraging it, fondling the large, heavy leaves, loving what was happening.
She felt a new pressure now, and grunted a bit as a second shoot issued from her pussy lips, two more leaves slowly unfurling to catch the sunlight. The first stalk was just putting up two more large leaves, and she could feel the roots continuing to grow in her womb. The blinds were still open, sunlight glowing strongly, bathing her body and the plant.
Suddenly she felt a new pang deep within, this time on the right side. Where she sometimes got cramps when she ovulated. Two more leaves unfurled, and the two stalks kept growing larger, as did her belly. Then she realized what must be happening - the roots had found her fallopian tubes (how a woman's eggs travel from her ovaries to her womb each month)... and they're open-ended. The plant had passed beyond her uterus and was taking root ever deeper inside her body.
Still she sat in the sunlight, smiling.
A third shoot pushed it way out of her already stretched cunt, and the sensation made her begin to masturbate once again. Pushing the leaves out of the way, she watched herself as she rhythmically fingered her clit, the enlarging green bush shaking back and forth with her movements. Patty looked down at her belly, which was now distended as if several months pregnant, and at the triple pale green rods sticking out of her slit, forcing the reddened lips wide apart. With her other hand she grasped the stalks and moved them, forcing her genitals to move with them, back and forth, back and forth. Two more leaves unfurled near her face and she orgasmed, kissing and licking them as her entire body spasmed with the force of it. She suckled on a leaf as her orgasm subsided, her straining cunt muscles attempting to tighten around the huge shape stuffed inside her. The leaf tasted sweet and a little salty in her mouth. Somehow, she knew it would.
The window remained open. The plant continued to grow.
Her knees growing tired, Patty tried to sit back on her bed and awkwardly collapsed onto her back, the plant towering over her, the leaves rustling together. The new position brought her renewed pleasure as the huge, bulbous forms shifted deep inside her cunt. She squeezed her legs together and felt the cool stalks of the plant against her soft thighs, a pattern beginning to form around the base of them. She touched it and realized that it was tree bark, then realized that if she moved just right, the rough bark rubbing against her pussy walls was incredibly stimulating. As she came again, a droplet of salty sweetness fell into her mouth from the plant above her. She felt new pressure from within.
She looked down at her body and saw that her womb had grown huge, as if she were seven months pregnant. More and more leaves unfurled, creating a shady canopy above her, just shy of the ceiling. She felt a dull pressure in her belly, but further up than before - she could feel the tentative roots exploring her body, a moment of pain as her fallopian tubes were split open, and then only pleasure as another shoot found its way out of her stretching pussy lips.
This new shoot was white, however, and started burrowing downward, right into her bed. Patty didn't realize what had happened, however, until she tried to shift her position in order to take advantage of the moving shaft of sunlight - she was stuck fast to her bed, the root having penetrated the mattress and wrapped itself around the frame. She pulled as best she could, but it was no use. The pulling, however, brought back more feelings of pleasure and desire, her hand working her clitoris up to another rampaging orgasm, her pussy muscles clamping down on the stimulating bark, her thighs lovingly caressing the trunk of the young tree growing from within her.
The sun moved to the other side of the house, where another window waited to open. Patty couldn't quite reach the string for the blinds, so she managed to kick the bed away from the wall a few inches and used one of her branches to flip the string toward her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, laid her head back, and pulled the string.
The new flood of bright midday sunlight brought renewed growth to the tree. A dull pressure, almost painful but not quite, filled her already swollen womb and her lower chest from the inside. The roots continued to penetrate her flesh, seeking nutrients and water. Her belly continued to grow larger still, looking now as if she were nine months pregnant, her skin tight as a drum against her new form.
Two more roots emerged and pierced the mattress below her, entwining themselves with its frame, the first root now forcing its way down through the floorboards. More leaves sprouted from the branches, and more branches sprouted from the three brown trunks coming from her ravaged cunt. She felt another brief moment of pain from both her ovaries as they were consumed by the hungry roots, but was then rewarded with more pleasure in her thighs and pussy. She found her way through the branches and leaves to her clitoris again, and fingered her way to another amazing orgasm.
Patty was growing thirsty, the hot sun continuing to shine on her transformed body, the plant drawing moisture from her flesh. Suddenly she felt cool liquid inside her abdomen and chest, somehow knowing that the roots had made it through the frame of the floor and had penetrated the ground water below the house. She felt renewed and nourished as the tree drank, and felt peaceful as the rustling leaves reached ever upward. She wondered that she didn't grow hungry, then understood that the sunlight was feeding her now, too. Satisfied, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Awakening several hours later, Patty realized that she could not move. She desperately wanted to move to where the sun now was, but was frozen, her arms and legs ignoring her desires. As she struggled, she felt a stiffening substance inside her limbs, and tried to figure out what was causing it. The answer was obvious: The tree had caused it. But how?
Looking down, she saw that her thighs now had a light coating of bark on them. Concentrating, Patty felt a tiny, creeping movement inside her shoulders, down her fingertips, and up her back. It was the tree's roots. They had been busy while she had been sleeping and had grown into almost every inch of her body. She licked her lips, and tasted a salty sweetness.
Suddenly she noticed a bright flash of color from the corner of her eye and looked up at the tree above her. Red flowers were forming at the tips of some branches... flowers that looked exactly like human vaginas, each one ready to accept a penis and dripping with pink liquid. Without thinking about it, she automatically squeezed her own pussy muscles tight. Nothing happened. But several of the flowers squeezed tightly shut.
Wondering at this, she squeezed again. Several of the flowers squeezed shut. Squeezing very hard for a long time, she managed to close most of the flowers, and they stayed shut as long as she willed them to. Unable to move her head, she looked down as best she could but only saw the immense tree rising from her mound. Patty could not tell where she ended and the tree began any longer.
Another salty droplet of sweet pink nectar fell onto her lips, and she savored it as she slowly moved her tongue back and forth on one of the last human parts left to her. All she could do was lay there, immobile, wondering what would happen next. She could feel the cool liquid slowly moving through her body, the water being taken from the ground and upward to her leaves in the form of thin sap.
She realized that she thought of them as her leaves now.
Another drop of nectar fell into her mouth from one of the red flowers above her.
Patty sighed, and closed her eyes contentedly. She would not open them again.
***
Several days later, one of her coworkers came to check on Patty. Not having heard from her, the office was worried, so Dave, the friendly but shy "new guy" decided to take his lunch hour and drive over to her house. He saw her car in the driveway and knocked on the door. No answer. Slightly worried, he tried the handle and called out as the door opened a crack. No answer.
Entering, he noticed the sweet fragrance of flowers filled the house. Thinking it must be bouquets from well-wishers following her surgery, he thought nothing of it as he continued to call out into the house for Patty, widening his search. He became increasingly worried, and finally entered the bedroom.
The scent was heady in here, and with little wonder - dozens of red, vagina-shaped flowers danced at the ends of the branches, a tree firmly rooted in the ground beyond the floorboards and beginning to force the roof up dangerously, the ceiling plaster cracked and broken. The windows were broken, the tree's branches having forced through the glass to seek more sunlight and moisture.
Licking his lips unconsciously, Dave approached the tree and marveled how it could be growing right through the floor and roof, then noticed that it was engulfing a bed as if it had been growing around the frame for a hundred years or more. The metal was twisted and bent as the strangely gnarled roots and trunk crushed and consumed it.
Dave placed his hand on the bark, not noticing that he was trembling slightly. He pulled open his sweaty shirt collar, thinking that the room was unusually humid, and became even more aware of the flowers. They exuded a musky, sweet odor and dripped with pink nectar. He reached up and touched one, and it twitched closed for a fraction of a second, the nectar flow increasing, the air becoming thick with fragrance.
He touched the flower again, entranced, and realized that it felt exactly as it looked - like a woman's pussy. A red, receptive, wet pussy. Looking around as if someone would see him, he took a drop of nectar on his fingertip and tasted it. Delightfully sweet, and a bit salty as well. He slowly inserted his finger deeper, and the flower twitched again. Other nearby flowers began to lower themselves closer. He licked a droplet of nectar from the one closest to his face, inhaling the wonderful musk of the tree deeply. His tongue searched deeper, and when he closed his eyes it was exactly like pleasuring a woman... a woman scented like the most wonderful flower imaginable with sweet juices in her slit. He drank deeply.
More of the flowers surrounded him, moving slowly, caressing his body as he lowered his pants. As if in a dream, he found one near his rod and pushed inside it, the red tunnel sucking and squeezing him as he continued drinking deeply from another flower, intoxicated by the nectar. He moved as if fucking a woman, rhythmically thrusting his hips into the soft, fleshy, wet opening the tree offered him. Before long, he shot deeply into it and shuddered with orgasm, a gasping grunt escaping his lips as he continued tonguing the other slit, drinking the sweet liquid within.
He stood still for a few minutes, then slowly withdrew, a mixture of the nectar and his semen spilling onto the cracked wood floor. He smiled and looked up at the strange tree. It would be his little secret. He intended to come back, but later, after the effects of the fragrance and nectar wore off, he was shocked at himself and what he had done in Patty's bedroom. But he had done enough.
Later that day the flower he had mated with shriveled and fell away, revealing an enlarging green ovary pod. Tiny seeds were forming within, and in less than two days the ripening pod burst open and spilled tiny brown seeds all over the floor and through the cracks, a shower of fertile new potential lives.
And somewhere inside the consciousness of the tree, a mother's hope arose that her children would find purchase inside another dark, moist, warm womb. This is how it always had been, and how it always must be until the end of time.
The cool liquid from the earth seeped upward into her limbs... the warm sunshine felt so good on her leaves and nourished her body... this is what it means to truly be alive and have purpose, she thought to herself. And she hoped another man would find her there, her dozens of hungry fuck tunnels dripping with the sweet nectar of anticipation. Oh yes... they all needed filling and fertilization so very badly...