One significant package escaped destruction and recovery. This material was a new experimental growth hormone developed in a university lab. Designed as a super fertilizer, it was part of a project for a major garden supply company. Since all the notes and research personnel survived, It’s loss was only a mild set-back, and they quickly replaced it, went on with their project, and forgot about the lost bottle.
Protected by its case, it was blown through the side of the plane by the initial explosion. The damaged case could not, however, withstand the additional impact with the ground, and broke open, releasing the bottle within. Rolling to a sudden stop against a rock, the glass cracked. Slowly, the liquid began to seep out into the ground. Over the years, the rains carried the material down the hillside until it pooled in a small depression.
The hormone was a breakthrough in botanical science. In minute concentrations, it increased plant growth and crop production by 15%. What went unappreciated by the researchers was that the lost bottle was a fully concentrated solution, designed for extensive dilution before use. And it was pooling and accumulating in the small depression as each year’s rains brought more of it down the hill. Needless to say, the local plant life grew abundantly. Over the course of the next twenty years, natural selection and succession had established a resident botanical community in and around the depression. The largest individuals were in the depression itself while those further away, exposed to less of the hormone than their counterparts in the depression proper, grew to a lesser extent proportional to the concentration of hormone in their root zones. Thus, it was impossible to distinguish a difference in plant density and size from a distance.
In those same twenty years, this particular wilderness area became more popular. Additional roads were pushed through, first for the timber companies, and then for the tourists. Because of its remote canyon location, it remained undiscovered all those years.
Sharon and Tiffany took off their packs and stretched their tired muscles. “Gee Tiff,” Sharon exclaimed, “that was a big hill. I thought it would never end. Man, am I tired.”
“You and me both” Sharon replied. “Let’s find a camp site and call it a day. You go north and I’ll go east. Meet back here in 30 minutes to compare sites.”
Tiffany’s trek led her to the mouth of a small canyon. A lovely stream ran out from within. Stepping through the light brush, she was pleasantly surprised to see a lush meadow beyond. There was even a large level spot near the stream. The high canyon walls blocked the winds, and it was quite warm and cozy here. She hurried back to meet Sharon. Soon both young women were laying out their sleeping bags and gear in the meadow.
“We’ve still got an hour of light before the sun gets down behind the canyon walls” Tiffany said. “I’m going to take a bath in the stream and wash off this trail dirt.”
Soon they were both naked, frolicking in the shallow water, splashing each other like children. “Did you notice all these plants?” Sharon asked.
“Yes,” replied Tiffany. “And they’re so healthy and numerous. Look, they’re even some Venus Flytraps here by the bank.”
“Aren’t those rather big for Venus Flytraps? Sharon asked. The one I have at the apartment is only an inch wide; these are at least six inches. Look at that one there; it’s got something inside. Let’s open it and see what it caught.”
“It’s a frog!” Tiffany remarked. That plant must be pretty strong to hold something like that. Frogs can really wiggle. Look! There’s a bigger one just upstream.”
Sure enough, this plant was twice the size of the first. Intrigued, the women wandered slowly upstream, enjoying the warm water and gazing at the increasing size of the plant life. “Look at that Sword Fern” Tiffany remarked. “It’s got to be eight feet tall. Ooooh, I love the feel of those fern leaves. They tickle too.”
Reaching out, she pulled one of the large leaves over her belly, then slowly turned in a circle, winding it around her. “How do you like my new swim suit?” she asked.
“Cute” Sharon replied. “Look what I found. These vines are like velvet, they flow over my body. Umm, they feel good on my cunt too. And over there….those cat tails look like donkey cocks, they’re so big. I wonder…..”
“Well, why don’t you walk over there and try one on for size?” Tiffany chuckled. “Maybe the plant will pollinate you. I’m going to walk on a little further. It goes downhill a bit over here and the water’s getting deeper and maybe there’s a swimming hole in the depression ahead ”
Needing no further incentive, Sharon approached the plants, spread her legs, and guided a dark, fuzzy cat tail to her waiting cunt. A few brushes against her clit sent electric shocks through the young woman’s nervous system. With a quick bend of her knees, she lowered her body onto the flower. Ten inches of it disappeared into her wet cunt with a soft “slurp” sound. “Arghhhhh! God, that feels good!” she exclaimed as she began to rock her hips back and forth. “Tiff has gotta try this” she whispered as her orgasm hit her.
As her excitement slowly faded, she looked around. “Hey Tiff, did you find anything?” she called. There was no answer. Leaving the cat tails behind, she splashed upstream, searching for Tiffany. She became aware of a strange odor in the air. As she came around a sharp bend in the stream, she stopped and stared in amazement. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed slowly.
Directly ahead of her was a gigantic Venus flytrap. The leaves were a good ten feet long. She counted five, no, six open flytraps in the sunlight. The fragrance of their lures was powerful, stimulating, even relaxing. “They’re huge!” she thought to herself. As she watched the leaves swayed gently, as though inviting her to come closer.
Walking slowly, she gazed at the colors of the plant just a few feet away. The lush, green leaves appeared smooth and soft on the outside. The inner surface looked moist and slightly textured, covered with what looked like fine hairs. The outer edge of the leaf was almost red, fading to golden yellow near the center where the hinge was located. The long, curved claw-like tips on the leaves were a shiny brown. The aroma was becoming over-powering. Fear seemed to melt from her mind as she approached.
Standing directly in front of one of the leaves, she felt something brush her right hip. Looking down, she saw that the tip of one of the claws was grazing her flank as if it were reaching out for her. “You’d really like me to walk in there, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be eaten alive” she said. “I’ll bet you’ve never eaten a woman before. I’m young, only twenty-five, and my body is firm and ripe. My flesh would be very moist and flavorful. How about it big guy, are you up to the task? Is that what you want….me – warm, wet, naked, and willing – lying between those wet leaves while you close them over me?”
Looking about again, she noticed a seventh set of leaves off to one side. There was something curious about them. They were closed, holding something large. She could see the bulge wiggle a bit. As she watched, a bare foot appeared momentarily from between the leaves, which quickly molded themselves around it, engulfed it, and drew it inside. Tiffany’s voice called out: “Sharon, this is so nice. You’ll love it. Try it!”
“Hmmm…I see you’re already entertaining, or should I say ‘digesting’, little Tiffany over there.” She whispered. She’ll be very nutritious. She takes lots of vitamins every day. Me, I’m the old fashioned type. I eat whatever I like. It looks like you do too.”
She felt a sharp poke on her left hip. Looking down, she saw the leaf tip buried about half an inch into her hip, pushing her forward. With each inch of forward progress, another tip could reach her and embed itself slightly. She smiled and let the plant move her closer. Soon, the tips had closed behind her like the bars of a cage.
“Well, looks like you’ve caught another naked woman.” she cooed. “Guess I should give up and just arrange myself on this lovely yellow platter so you can get on with dinner.”
Lying face down on the moist surface in front of her, she felt the hair-like appendages stroke her skin. As she watched, the light dimmed as the huge flytrap closed around her. There was plenty of air. She could turn her head and see the sky between the leaves. “Ummmm lovely” she thought. “Good-bye Tiff”, she shouted. “I’ll bet we’re delicious….”
The digestive juices were being secreted now in earnest. Sharon could feel her skin tingling. Her whole body was being slowly covered with a clear oil-like fluid. She tested it with her tongue; it was slightly sweet. Taking a mouthful, she swallowed it. “That’ll help you digest me faster “ she said, taking yet another mouthful. She tried to rub it over her body but the plant was closed too tightly now. A slow, rhythmic massaging began.
“Peeling me away layer by layer, aren’t you?” she asked. “Absorbing the nutrients as fast as they’re dissolved. Enjoy us, you’ve got two very special dinners on your plate tonight.”
The plant turned slightly to capture the maximum energy from the rapidly disappearing sun.