306. Amy Receives an Intimate Botany Lesson
Amy's curiosity gets the beter of her and she decides to find the source of the curious odor. It doesn't take long. In the back corner she finds a large yellow flower, its petal span longer than a human is tall, with a number of vines emerging from its stem. The stench here is overpowering, and Amy covers her nose to keep from having to smell it. It doesn't keep the odor out entirely, but it at least helps a little.
Amy notices that the plant actually has several different kinds of vine. Some of them look like your average long-and-skinny green vine. A couple of them have strange bowl-like tips with wide opening. One of them has a smaller dome-like opening, almost like a suction cup. And one... Well, one has a long, thick, cylindrical portion at the end with a rounded tip that looks for all the world like a penis. Amy stifles a giggle, then turns to walk away.
Putting the plant out of her mind, she walks back to the door. The plant returns to her thoughts, however, when her legs suddenly snap together and she falls face-first to the ground.
BANG! “OWWW!” She moans. Looking down, she finds that several of the “normal” vines have wrapped themselves around her legs and pulled them together. She reaches down and tries to free herself, but she discovers that the vines have a death grip on her. As she tries to push them off, another pair of vines approach. One wraps around each of her arms, pulling them out and to her side, leaving her restrained and unable to do anything but wriggle in a highly ineffectual manner.
With Amy securely bound, the plant lofts her into the air, dragging her towards it. As she approaches the flower it turns her around, then lays her gently down so that she rests on its petals. As Amy squirms in her seat, the suction cup vine creeps up behind her head, then quickly whips around and attaches itself to her nose and mouth.
“MMMMFFFFF!!! MMMMFFFF!!! Mmmmfff... mmmmmmmmm.....”
Amy's initial reaction is of shock and terror, but a strange aroma begins to pump through the vine, and Amy has no choice but to breathe it. Amy finds herself growing sleepy, and here eyelids droop to half-mast. Simultaneously, she feels a strange increase in her libido. Somehow whatever's coming out of that vine is arousing her, and she finds it harder and harder to put up a struggle.
She partially snaps out of her dreamy state when she sees what's next on the agenda. The leg-restraining vines shift their position. They untie themselves then re-attach, one on each leg, so that they can spread her legs apart. Once Amy's legs are fully spread, the phallic vine presents itself proudly to her, then angles itself toward her delicate womanly folds.
Amy's eye's widen. “MMMMMMFFFF!! MMMMMMFFFF!!!” But all she can do is squirm a little and shake her head “No!”
At last, the phallus-vine takes the plunge. It shoots forward, burying itself in Amy's exposed lower lips, then proceeds to slide in and out, over and over. Amy's body bounces rhythmically to the motion of the vine. Eventually the gas takes over once again and Amy finds herself growing resigned to her fate.
“At least,” she thinks sleepily, “the vine is pretty well-lubricated. Certainly more comfortable than when Scott used to pound me. He DID have nice abs, though.” Amy's mind drifts, her libido rising due to a combination of the gas and an automatic physical response to the pumping action in her nether regions. “I wonder what Scott is up to?”
Amy resigns herself to her predicament and decides to focus on pleasurable thoughts. Eventually she finds herself, surprisingly, approaching climax. “MMMMFFF!!!! MMMMMFFFF!!!!” Her body trembles as the orgasm hits. In its wake her body naturally relaxes, but the vine keeps pumping. Suddenly she notices a trio of bulges traveling up the phallus vine. Once again, Amy is roused form her stupor to protest. She renews her wriggling, but it remains just as ineffective as before.
Finally, the bulges reach her opening, and then- POP! POP! POP! All three are forced inside of her. Its seeds deposited, the phallus-vine withdraws, leaving behind a sticky white residue. Amy is wide-eyed and delirious. “How did this happen? What's happening? What did this THING do to me? Am I pregnant? How can a PLANT get you pregnat?!”
Amy is so busy contemplating these questions that she doesn't notice a pair of the bowl-tipped vines dropping down from above, carefully positioning themselves in front of her breasts. She also didn't notice that, during this whole sordid affair, her breasts were gradually swelling, growing fuller, rounder, more heavy. Then-SHUUUP! SHUUUP! With a great sucking noise the two vines attach themselves to her breasts and begin sucking. Amy can only stare at her breasts in wide-eyed disbelief.
After a few moments, she feels a strange release of pressure in her breasts, as though a pair of water balloons were slowly having the liquid drained from them. Then it dawns on Amy and she loses it. “It's MILKING me! It got me pregnant, made me lactate, and now it's MILKING me!” Amy struggles hopelessly as the vines suck and suck and suck. As they do, her breasts gradually begin to deflate. In about fifteen minutes they are back to roughly their former size, then smaller as the vines make every effot to suck every last drop out of Amy.
Finally, the two two vines make a loud SLUUUUUUURRP! sound, like sucking the last drops of soda out of a cup through a straw, then detach. Amy's drained breasts flop down, flat and defeated, onto her abdomen. “My breasts!” Amy moans in her head, “They're ruined!” Amy's breasts were never her best feature, but now they are definitely her worst!
But Amy has little time to mourn her deflated chest, as she now feels an agonizing pain in her groin and belly. Apparently the gestation period of the pods the plant implanted is very short, because based on her rounded tummy it looks like it's time for delivery. Amy grunts and groans as her muscles contract, and, with great difficulty, she manages to push out the first pod. “GRRRRRRRRRRGH!” POP! The second one comes a little easier, as the muscles have loosened- “GRRAGGH!” POP! And the third easier still- “YEEEEEGH!” POP!
At last, Amy relaxes. This whole disgusting ordeal is behind her and, with the help of years of therapy, she can continue her adventure and begin the road to recovery.
And then the phallus vine reappears, ready for another round.
Amy's eyes widen as she realizes that she could be here for a long, long time.
Amy goes through a constant cycle of impregnation, lactation, and birth. Each full cycle takes one hour and produces three eggs. The whole ordeal lasts two weeks, by which point Amy has birthed over a thousand pods. The process gets easier as Amy's vaginal muscles are torn to pieces by her constantly giving birth to the little seed pods. Towards the end she can barely feel it as the bright blue balls roll out the double-wide tunnel that her vaginal canal has become. At the end of the two weeks, the plant throws out Amy's sucked-out, lifeless husk, her life force fully spent. Amy is survived by her roughly 1008 monstrous plant-human hybrid pod children.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.