; ; 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... ; ;