Latex Flower (2) Walking with difficulty, she had to pause catching her breath a couple of times. The dildo inside her was constantly rubbing, keeping her in a state of almost exhausted ecstasy. Inside it moved and out of her body, fucking her and above the latex caressed her nipple heightening the sensation. Meg headed back to Cynthia who turned over, catching the sunlight on her nude pale form. As she lay there, around her, she unknowingly began feeling the caresses of the plants and grunting in soft pleasure as she slept as it caressed her all over, around her against the lattice of the chase lounge, fondling her cunt and a the vines snaked out, probing her ass for extra stimulation before it took her. Cynthia was a virgin still and the young girl stirred and rolled as the vines continued to caress her and fondled her wet pussy. Cynthia in her daze felt the caresses and felt the alien minds touch hers. She managed a slight grimace as they explained to her what she was and what happened if she did not do their bidding. Another vine snaked out and slowly to position her over the plant�s stem that entered her pussy. Megan watched as it entered slowly. Her friend, in her daze, opened her legs and submitted with each caress. Inside her hymen tore and blood spotted the chase and the tendril, as now it had taken her virginity. "Ow, damn it Sister Henrietta, don't you spank me," Cynthia moaned in her sleep and yet did not awaken as the stamen did their work moving in and out of her cunt and her ass as it began to fuck her. Inside Megan was still at a peek of arousal and she was witnessing the de-flowering of her best friend. The vines continued to fuck her, and making her rock slightly in the chase and Cynthia grunted with small short gasps of pure bliss as two more vines found her nipple, covering it and began sucking them. The young girl moaned in ecstasy and her breathing became ragged as the stimulation increased. Her pussy, sopping with her juices squished with each stroke and Cynthia's breath was quite ragged until her body stiffened She caught her breath as her body shook many times after an orgasm found her body. Inside, many times, like Megan inside her womb, the plant's nectar covered it like a coarse honey that erupted into her. Orgasms continued to rock her body with each stroke and at the same time the same black latex covered her body too. Immediately it did its work and moved across her body, covering her perky ass and the firm breasts. The vine withdrew and it was done. Cynthia's pussy was covered, dribbling the same as Meg's had. She was done and implanted too. She moaned as a tendril of latex entered the folds of her wet, now deflowered pussy and as the same as it was inside Megan, kept her at the height of peak stimulation. When Cynthia finally awoke, at the shaking of Megan, she opened her eyes and sat up with a start. �Dinner Cynth." Megan said, and she stared out at the now afternoon sky. The sun drifted and slowly Cynthia spread her legs to sit straddled across the chase. Inside her she felt the tendril of latex, designed as a bondage device, to keep her at peeked arousal slid rand Cynthia's eyes closed to mere slits as she was still very sore and extremely aroused. "Ohhh." Cynthia moaned, and felt her pussy twitch. She felt the tendril slide again. "Aggggh, AHH." Meg's friend said, and she shuddered as it made her orgasm. Here, she winced through in pain in her abdomen. Cynthia stood up and walked a few steps and had to stop, catching her breath. Meg looked over at her friend. "Got something inside you?" Meg asked and Cynthia nodded. "What the hell is going on?" Megan looked at her. "You are one of us now," She replied, "You cannot escape, everyone is under control and you'll understand." In Cynthia's head a voice buzzed there. It had not been a dream after all. "It'll be okay.� Meg said, consoling her friend and through the house heard her mom calling them. "Oh it�s dinner." Meg said, "I am really famished, aren't you?" Her friend meekly nodded and managed to follow, as they both walked the same route in picking up their clothes. Together they headed for dinnertime, and Meg's mom had not noticed the latex covering. She smiling at Cynthia and Meg and together they ate. During dinner, they laughed and whispered secrets as they took bets on who would not move and have an orgasm at the table and carried on as if everything was normal. Little did they know that inside them the seeds began to grow. Three months had elapsed and Cynthia, now on her way down to the end of her summer vacation, managed to sit in her room. She stared at herself in the mirror at the now showing signs of her implantation after her experience with the plant. Cynthia had been curious of her new found existence and here sat staring at the now slightly expanding belly and her breasts that had grown a bit larger as they became milk laden. She still wore the latex covering, and it looking like a skin-tight white leotard. Over it she wore a simple dress for maternity and had easy access to her breasts when it was ready. As she had the dress off she that she could see the changes clearly that overtook her body through it and she shook her head in amazement. She lay down on the bed and pressed her fingertips deeply into her gut, not sure what she would feel. She discovered a collection of hard, round shapes, something like having a belly full of medium sized onions. She sat up and pushed harder, trying to count them and realizing at the same time that they were inside her womb. The young woman gasped, understanding immediately what had happened to her "Oh so they reproduce this way." Cynthia murmured and upon reflection, she accepted the fact, the drug inside her that kept her tolerating the changes taken to her body. The young woman wondered how many other species were taken over by this race. With her next thought, she wondered what would happen to her in the months to come. Cynthia in the next couple of months got much larger not surprised however that she simply wore dresses from the maternity department when she went mall shopping with Meg and they got a whole wardrobe they would be wearing as they hosted this strange alien plant's cycle. She picked a navy blue dress and pulled it over her head and over her now very pregnant self and over the now huge milk laden breasts she had. Megan wore the same type of clothes, and together they waddled through their small community where they noted that many of the women in their community were like them. One evening Cynthia managed to waddle down the hall to Meg's room and a surprising sight beheld her. Megan sat there waiting and pulled off the maternity clothes and reached up to peel off the covering away from her body. She was gasping for air, and pain lanced through her body. "It's time." Megan said, and Cynthia helped her pull off the layer revealing her now pale skin. "What's happening?" Cynthia asked and stopped immediately as she realized that Meg was in labor. Of course Megan knew of this, having done it more than three times already. She of course breathed heavily, and every two minutes winced in pain and her contractions lanced through her body. She felt a movement and looked down. A thin, pointed, white "finger" was protruding from her pussy lips, looking much like a five-inch ghostly carrot. It was covered with tiny fibers or hairs, and as she watched in amazement, it slowly continued to grow. She pushed slowly, fighting the pain and began to sweat. She continued to push and relax as if this were a human child. She could feel the tendril sliding out of her vagina as it grew, and this baby root, moved out letting it touch the moist soil in the pot. Almost immediately the white root burrowed into the large pot, and her pussy moved downward to the dirt. She continued to push, literally rooted to the spot, but before too long, she felt a hard shape begin to work and pull its way out of her womb. She began to push it out, working with both belly muscles and hands, and within about 30 minutes, a dark brown seed the size of her fist popped out from her wet vagina. "Ughhhh." Megan grunted as another lanced across her belly. But almost as soon as the first seed had worked its way out of her, another white root began to emerge. She felt the contractions continue and again she pushed. Again, she found herself attached to the soil. After the second seed had come free of her, easier and faster than the first, she quickly got up and walked to a nearby pot that housed the first one and just in time as a hairy root that was now emerging eagerly burrowed deeply into the pot and then a third hard seed was born. Meg was exhausted, her body dripping with sweat, and moved down the row of the planter, and by the time the fifth seed had come, she felt them coming and again the contractions lanced through her body and with one large push she felt the tendril emerge from her cunt, yanking gently on her womb, and looked down to see that two more white roots had anchored her to the spot. She had to wait for the huge seeds to pop out of her hole, one right after the other. Clear liquid followed as she had laid the last seed and Cynthia noted that her friend�s figure had resumed, with only a minimal amount of extra fat and lines from this strange pregnancy. Her belly had shrunk to almost normal and Megan staggered to the bed and lay on it naked. Taking a Kleenex, Megan wiped herself down around her now bare pussy and rolled over to fall asleep. Liquid still flowed from Meg's vagina and reaching over Cynthia touched it. It was like honey and carefully she smelled it. "Cum?" She thought and she shook her head. It was strange and suddenly wondered if she could do what Meg had just done. She flipped out the light and headed to her room, waddling slightly and managed to crawl into bed, however in the darkness Cynthia found that she could not sleep. Inside she was afraid, and all at once excited. Her pussy twitched at the thought of putting the seeds in the ground and yet something inside made her revolt. "I'm going to hell." She thought, and grimaced, but inside she was strangely looked forward to it. The next morning Cynthia was awake early and managed to get up, sliding on a robe and waddled out her door and down the hallway to Meg's room. Anne was walking toward her, and Cynthia noted that Anne Meg's mom wore the latex shell too. She had been implanted, and she managed a smile. "Morning Cynthia." Anne gasped. "Morning." Cynthia replied, and passed her and turned to knock on the door to her friend's room. "Come in." Came the reply and Cynthia opened the door. Megan was dressed in a robe that hung open and underneath that the flap revealed her naked body, her bare pussy and her still milk-laden breasts. Tendrils suckled at her breasts as she watered her flowers and as she nursed them that the plant's small leaves caressed her pussy. Cynthia found that was making her very wet. Megan on the other hand was enjoying being nursed and her pussy getting moist at the feeling. She turned her head when she heard Cynthia kneel down next to her and smiled. "Hi Cynth." Meg said, greeting her friend. Cynthia, still bulging and milk laden smiled back. "How do you feel?" She asked. "I am a little sore, but good." Meg replied, gasping slightly as an orgasm hit her, and she winced. One tendril stopped suckling and curled back and yet as fast as one curled back that another came up and nursing. She sat there and regarded Cynthia watching her. "Are they nursing?" Cynthia asked, "They are actually sucking milk from your breasts?" Megan nodded, "Otherwise they are carnivorous and eat flesh at this stage." Meg replied, feeling the sucking become more intense. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, an orgasm rippling through her groin. Cynthia�s friend shrugged, "You get eaten slowly and there is no escape." Cynthia grimaced at the thought of slowly being eaten alive as plant food and made a mental note to do what she was supposed to. "So how long do I have to do this for after the host bears the seedlings?" She asked and her friend glanced at her. "I know you have to go to school in a week. I don't exactly want you to get eaten you know." "Well I planned to take them with me, but I don't know how I am going to do it�" Cynthia replied and as she sat there pondering she watched yet another tendril withdraw and another come up and suckle. Megan of course continued to orgasm, and pussy juice leaked from inside her, pooling on the floor. "Making you wet?" Cynthia said, grinning and reached over and like the plants to caress her friend's moist, bare twat. She withdrew her hand and smelled it and after a moment the last tendril stopped and was finished. "Ohhhh don't, stop." Megan said, moaning as juice dripped down her leg. "Damn!" Meg said, and closed her robe, standing quickly, not completely relieved and planning to use her vibrator later. Cynthia crouched and got to her feet and a sudden pain rocketed through her. "Ughhhh." She moaned as the pain became intense. Cynthia's best friend glanced at her. "Uhm Meg..." Cynthia finally managed to pant and her friend held her for a moment. "Aggh that fucking hurts." The young woman said, as another intense pain crossed her swollen abdomen. "Guess what." Meg said, "It's started." Her friend smiled and Meg began pulling at the latex layer and it fell in a heap on the floor. Naked Cynthia let Meg help her to her room and she managed a grin as she squatted over empty pots. Another pain lanced out and Meg nodded. Cynthia smiled. "Just in time, and it's finally my turn." She said as the first tendril appeared from her now bare protruding pussy lips. Fifteen minutes later, Cynthia naked, her pussy very sore, stood up after planting the last seed and managed to stagger and collapse on the bed in her room, now free of the seedlings that had popped from her womb. Smiling she breathed easily at the amazing last few months and her eyes closed to sleep soundly. She would think of something to take and smuggle these plants to her dorm room and figure a way to nurse them while she was there for the next twelve weeks. She would have to figure a way top keep them under control. But she wouldn't make a plan now, but in the morning. As she slept that the tendrils grew and germinated. They peeked past the top of the soil, the beginnings of a fragrant scent wafting through the air as the beginning of a new evolution to a new species starts again. END
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