Chapter 4: April

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June 13, 2020

April Jennings looked at the empty space that had been her home for the last several years. All of her things had been packed and shipped to her new residence at the Gingravik facility, where she would be starting her new position as an entry-level botanical researcher.

She had already shared a tearful farewell with her friends, May and June. The three of them had been known around campus as the “Calendar Girls” for obvious reasons, and they had grown very close in the time they had been here. They promised to stay in touch with each other and exchanged contact information.

The commencement ceremony this year sucked, thanks to the global coronavirus pandemic. Students were given a choice to either go virtual or attend in person. Many chose the virtual route, but the three girls decided that after six years, they had earned the right to get their degrees in person. So they donned their gowns and masks and went to the sparsely-attended ceremony.

Afterward, they celebrated, but there wasn’t much they could do, as all of the clubs, bars and restaurants had been closed, thanks to the governor’s lockdown edicts. They grumbled, but understood.

The last few months for April had been something of a blur. She never did learn what really happened to her plant, or all of the research information and test results that mysteriously went missing. She hounded Dr. Johnson about it, but he simply said the investigation revealed nothing. That didn’t make sense to her, since the cabinet that held the research data was kept under lock and key, and he had one of the few keys to the lock.

She eventually dropped the subject, realizing she wouldn’t get any answers, but had suspicions of her own that she never voiced. Then there was her boyfriend, Steve. In January, she caught him in bed with a cheerleader when she went into his room. She dropped him like a hot rock when that happened, but strangely enough, she was secretly glad that she had found him balls-deep inside the blonde cheerleader’s shaved pussy.

The truth was that after her encounters with the strange plant she found in the local park, she found Steve to be somewhat ... lacking. He was fairly-well endowed, and he usually always brought her to orgasm. But there was something missing.

Try as he might, Steve simply couldn’t fully satisfy her the way the plant did. It wasn’t his fault, that’s just the way it was. Thinking about it, she realized there was no man who could do to her what the plant did. Strange, she thought, that she would miss a plant like that. The memories of those encounters often caused her to get quite horny, prompting her to seek relief with her own fingers or her trusty dildo.

Last year, she was offered a position with a company that operated a huge facility 150 miles out of town. She accepted the position after a lengthy interview with the CEO, a beautiful woman named Theresa Hemmings. She also had Dr. Johnson to thank for that, as he was the one who recommended her to them.

After passing the company’s background and security check, she received a package. The company wanted spit and blood samples for DNA testing. They also wanted a vaginal swab. She thought that odd, but did as she was asked. The package also contained a fairly lengthy questionnaire.

She had seen questionnaires like this before – personality tests that didn’t have any right or wrong answers, but were designed to give the questioner a good look at what makes the subject tick. She knew some companies used tests like these to see if a potential employee would be a good fit. So she answered the questionnaire honestly.

She found some of the questions to be somewhat odd. One question, for example, asked, “Do you believe in the possibility of intelligent life on other planets?” She thought about that and selected “Yes, with some reservations.” Another question asked, “Do you think human beings are the only intelligent species on planet Earth?” After thinking it over, she selected, “No,” having seen documentaries about the intelligence displayed by dolphins and other animals.

Several of the questions, however, were of an explicit, sexual nature. She gritted her teeth and answered those honestly as well. One question asked, “Are you offended by displays of public nudity?” She answered “no,” especially since she and her two friends had stripped naked while taking part in a wet t-shirt contest once a few years back.

Another question asked if she had ever engaged in sex with another woman. She thought that was a bit intrusive, but answered honestly: Yes. There were other questions, which she answered truthfully and honestly. She hoped this wouldn’t hurt her employment and was relieved to see a disclaimer at the bottom which stated: “The answers you provided on this questionnaire have no impact on your already-approved employment.” Apparently, they just wanted to know something about her. She packaged everything back up and sent it off.

The next few months went by quickly. She was neck-deep in tests and her thesis, which was about chemical reactions in certain plants. Her thesis was accepted and she received top marks on it. In May, she received a letter from Gingravik, welcoming her to the “family.” They said she was welcome to come on board anytime between June 14 and June 21, with June 22 being her first official day on the job. They also provided her with a sticker giving her access to the facility.

She decided to leave as soon after her graduation as possible, to give her time to get settled in and to become familiar with her new surroundings. She was also eager to leave town, since violent protests had broken out in late May. A number of buildings in the downtown area had been severely damaged and some had been burned to the ground.

By the time graduation had come, she had already said her goodbyes and was ready to head out. Dr. Johnson indicated he might see her again sometime and cautioned her to remain true to her chosen profession.

“Remember, you’re a scientist now, and you need to keep your mind open to new possibilities,” he said.

“Thank you, Dr. Johnson,” she said. “For everything. And I assure you that I will keep an open mind. Especially after everything I’ve already experienced.” He smiled and hugged her as a father might hug his daughter and watched as she walked off.

On Sunday, June 14, April said goodbye to her empty room, closed the door and turned in her key for the last time. Wearing a summer dress that fell just a few inches above her knees, she got into her car and headed out.

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Margaret sat in her new office at the Colony and considered her console. She had just wrapped up her daily brief with the Council, and was gratified they had deigned to acknowledge her efforts over the years. She missed her old shop, and was saddened when she learned that it had recently been burned to the ground by protesters. It wasn’t her problem anymore, thank goodness, and due to the Council’s foresight, she, and all her secrets, were safe.

She also noted with a bit of irony that April Jennings had left the college and was on her way to the facility. She smiled when she saw the text from “AJ” that said she had left the campus. She recalled the conversation she had with the young female botany student just nine months ago. Ironic, she thought, that the young girl would unknowingly be employed by the very people responsible for the plant she had found in the park.

She sent a message back to “AJ,” the man April knew as Dr. Johnson: “Acknowledged. Look forward to seeing her.” Just then, the door opened and Theresa walked in. She stood next to Margaret.

“Is our new researcher on her way?” she asked.

“Yes, my Queen Mother,” Margaret said. Theresa smiled and put a hand on the older woman’s shoulder.

“Margaret, when it’s just us, you can call me Theresa,” the younger, naked woman said.

“But you are the Queen Mother, and I should respect that,” Margaret said quietly.

“Oh, Margaret,” Theresa said. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be that mousy little girl stuck in an old apartment, working a dead-end job with no one to love. I owe everything to you. You’re like the aunt I never had.”

“You’re too kind,” Margaret said.

“Have you seen our new recruit’s questionnaire yet?” Theresa asked.

“Yes, I have,” Margaret said.

“I think she’ll be a good fit for us, don’t you?” Theresa asked.

“Yes, I agree,” Margaret said. “But we’ll need to work her into the fold carefully.”

“Of course,” Theresa said. “I’ve got that under control. Trust me.”

“I do,” Margaret said.

“Please let me know when she arrives,” Theresa said. “I’d like to present her with a little ‘welcome home’ gift.”

“I will, Theresa,” Margaret said. She watched as the woman padded out of her office. Yes, she thought, Theresa had come a long way from that first day when she first came into the shop. It had been what, four years now, since that day. Since accepting her role as Queen Mother, she had worked tirelessly to advance the Gingravik cause.

The Colony she oversaw had grown considerably, with nearly 60 percent of its 21,000 residents carrying Gingravik DNA. Many of those were the result of couplings between the breeders who had been deployed across the country and the human females they had encountered. Since the lockdowns began, many of those original breeders had been recalled, and the rest continued to search for available partners.

Others were the result of couplings between the designated in-house breeders recruited off the streets by Theresa and their assigned plants. The enhanced beings that resulted were placed into their designated areas of expertise. Thanks to their scientific advances – provided by the Gingravik, of course – their growth had been expedited and their knowledge implanted into their genetic makeup. By now, a fully-developed adult could be produced and put on-line within a matter of a few weeks.

Every field of endeavor was covered, and every need of the Colony fulfilled. Every so often, an outsider, like April, would be recruited or employed to fill a pressing need, but those were very few and far between. Most had no idea what went on in the secure inner compound, and none had any idea what the desired objective really was.

Margaret smiled as she thought about that objective. One day, she thought, we will fuck the human race into submission.

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April had finally left the city limits and was now on the open road, heading toward the facility. She stopped before she left town and filled up her gas tank, knowing there was only one station between there and the compound. She found the exit she was looking for and took it, finding herself on a lonely stretch of road.

As she listened to the soft music playing on her CD player, she thought about her encounters with the strange plant she found in the park. She had never felt so uninhibited, or sexually satisfied, in her entire life. Thinking about the three or four penises filling her pussy at the same time caused her to get excited. There was no way Steve – or any other man, for that matter – could compete with that.

Looking in her mirror, she realized she was the only one on this stretch of road, so she set her cruise control, lifted her dress, put one finger under her panties and began stroking herself. Unbuttoning the top of her dress, she rubbed her breasts through her bra, alternating between her breasts and her pussy while keeping one hand on her steering wheel.

Her lust continued to build and she found herself working the top of her dress down over her shoulders. With one hand, she managed to get her bra off and tossed it in the passenger seat, letting the wind from the open window blow over her naked breasts.

She saw what looked like a small rest area up ahead, and pulled in, her excitement causing her to get too distracted to drive. Fortunately, there was no one else in the rest area, so she parked next to the small rest room and turned her car off.

“I don’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” she said to herself as she whipped her clothes off. By now, all she wanted was an orgasm, and she didn’t care how she got it. Naked except for her sandals, she took one last look around and seeing no one, spread her legs and masturbated furiously.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as she rubbed her wet pussy in the drivers seat. Pushing two fingers inside her, she opened the door, spread her legs wide as she sat in the seat and finger-fucked herself until she squirted on the gravel parking lot. By now, she was so horny, she really didn’t care if anyone driving by had seen her. Her orgasm complete, she caught her breath, wiped herself with some tissues she kept in her glove box and put her dress back on, not bothering with her bra or panties.

She finally collected herself enough that she felt she could drive safely, so she started her car and headed back out. Unknown to her, a small camera overlooking the rest area had captured her antics and streamed them to an office located at the facility where she was going. Margaret smiled as she watched April bring herself to orgasm, and made a quick report to her boss.

An hour and a half later, April turned off the road and drove to the front gate of Gingravik Botanical Research, where she was met by a security man in a blue uniform. He came to her window, clipboard in hand.

“April Jennings,” she told the man. “I’m a new employee.” He nodded his head and looked at his clipboard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I see you listed right here. If you could please, drive over to that building and they’ll take care of your onboarding.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. He smiled back and touched the tip of his hat.

“You’re certainly welcome,” he said. “And welcome aboard.” Smiling back, she turned where he pointed and parked in front of a one-story building. Turning her car off, she put on a mask, took her papers and went inside.

“Yes, may I help you?” an attractive brunette behind the front desk asked.

“Yes, I’m April Jennings and I’m a new employee,” April said, putting her papers on the desk. “I was told to report here first.” The brunette consulted her computer, noted the “QM” flag next to the picture she had of April and smiled.

“Of course,” she said. “Welcome aboard.” She took April’s paperwork and license and verified her identity. “Please come with me,” she said, handing the paperwork back. April followed the brunette into a separate room, where she was tested for COVID-19. The brunette left and returned a few minutes later to inform her she was free of the disease.

The next hour, April was briefed on many of the rules and the security measures at the facility and was informed her section was in the least secure area. She was given a thick employee handbook and advised to go through it when she could. Her phone had also been taken and scrutinized, and the facility’s security filters installed.

“You’ve been assigned to Section 230,” the brunette said, pointing to a spot marked on the map she gave to April. “Just follow the signs on the road and you’ll find it quite easily. When you get to your housing facility, park in the slot with your name on it and report to the receptionist in the building. The lab where you’ll be working is in the building next door to that, so you should be set to go.”

“Thank you,” April said.

“You’re welcome,” the brunette said. “Oh, one thing before you go. Many non-work related areas in that section are clothing optional, so you’ll need to watch the signs.”

“Oh,” April said, rather surprised. “Thanks for the warning.”

“You’re welcome, and welcome aboard,” the brunette said with a smile. April grabbed her things and headed out to her car. She followed the map and was surprised at the size of the place. She was also impressed by the upkeep. Everything looked immaculate. She finally found the six-story building that housed her accommodation and parked in the covered spot that displayed her name. Walking inside, she found the receptionist and reported in.

“Oh yes, April Jennings,” the redheaded receptionist said. “I’m Rhonda. We’ve been expecting you. Welcome aboard.” She walked around the desk and pointed down the hallway. “Just so you know, everything you’ll need is right here on the first floor – the commissary, gym, lounge, cafeteria and general service areas are right down there. There’s a swimming pool out back, and it is clothing optional. Follow me and I’ll take you up to your apartment.”

April followed the redhead to an elevator and got in with her. They exited on the sixth floor and walked down the hallway to a large door. The redhead swiped a cardkey over a plate next to the door and when they heard the click of the door release, handed the card to her.

“This is your key, so you’ll need to keep this with you whenever you go out,” she said. “If you do forget your key, though, just buzz us downstairs and someone will let you in. Also, if you need any maintenance work done, just give us a call on the intercom and we’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks,” April said, opening the door.

“Enjoy your stay,” the redhead said as she walked away. April went inside, expecting to find a small dingy room, but got the shock of her life when she looked around. This place was huge and it was nicely appointed.

The apartment featured a sunken living room, with a leather couch and recliner. A large coffee table sat in front of the couch and there was a fireplace with a very large flat-screen television above it. She found the kitchen was very nice and had all the modern appliances she could ever want.

Walking around, she found the bedroom and noticed it had a queen size bed and a walk-in closet. She put her things down and found that all the stuff she had shipped was already there and placed where she had easy access to it.

She went to the patio door, and found that it opened onto a large balcony that included a hot tub, sauna and a bistro set. Impressive, she thought to herself. She put her things away and went into the kitchen. Opening the cupboards, she found they had already been stocked with dishes and dry goods.

She also found several boxes of tea. Feeling a bit thirsty, she opened one of the boxes and made a cup of tea. When she sipped on it, she was shocked at the very familiar flavor. Except this was much better than what she had before.

She sat down in the living room, sipping on her tea. She was about halfway finished when her doorbell rang. Who could this be, she wondered. She looked through the peephole and saw Theresa. Surprised, she opened the door and her eyes grew wide when she saw the naked blonde woman at the door.

“Good afternoon,” Theresa said. “May I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” April said. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting any company.” Theresa came in, followed by two men with a cart. The cart looked to hold a potted plant, but the top of it was covered.

“You probably weren’t expecting to see a naked woman at your door, were you?” Theresa asked. April laughed nervously.

“It doesn’t happen to me very often, I gotta admit,” she said.

“That’s alright,” Theresa said. “You’ll get used to it, I’m sure. This is a clothing-optional facility and we’re very open about our sexuality here.” She turned to the two men. “Please put that on the coffee table if you would,” she told them. As April watched, they put the pot on the coffee table. “Thank you, that will be all,” Theresa said. After the men left, Theresa looked at April. “I have a little surprise for you,” she said, walking to the coffee table. She took the cover off the plant and April gasped when she saw what it was.

“What?” she began. “Where did you get this?” As she walked forward, the plant began to quiver.

“This is the same plant you found in the park,” Theresa said.

“But it looks so much healthier, so much more...” April began.

“Vibrant?” Theresa asked, finishing April’s question.

“Yes,” April said. “And why is it quivering like that?”

“It’s happy to see you,” Theresa said. April looked at her, shocked.

“How is that possible?” she asked.

“The male of this species tends to imprint on the first female it ... encounters,” Theresa said. “You were the first, so it became attached to you. In fact, it was so attached that we became concerned that it wouldn’t survive the separation.”

“How do you know it was me?” April asked, confused.

“We found your DNA on it,” Theresa said. “There was DNA from two other women, but it responded only to yours.”

“Wait,”April said, getting suspicious. “You said the male of the species. Is there a female version of this plant?”

“Yes,” Theresa said. “It’s how these plants normally reproduce in the wild. The female plants are relatively rare, though. And they’re not as ... compatible with the human male as these are to the human female. It’s been tried, and the results were ... devastating to say the least.”

“How do you know all of this? Do you have one of these plants?” April asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” Theresa said. “I’ve been with mine for about four years now. You could say it’s made me what I am today. And I have no desire to give it up. Most of the women here have one, in fact.”

“So, you’re responsible for the plant being taken out of my room?” April asked. “Did Dr. Johnson know about that?”

“Yes,” Theresa said. “To both questions. He agreed that having these plants in the wild could cause problems, possibly even a panic. I apologize for the subterfuge, but we decided that it would be in everyone’s best interest to consolidate all of the plants here. Please understand, this entire facility is dedicated to the study of these plants. There’s so much we have to learn from them.”

“And bringing me here was a way to keep me silent?” April asked.

“Not at all, April,” Theresa said. “If the Board wanted you silenced, they could have done it in any number of ways. The truth is, Dr. Johnson felt you would be a tremendous asset to us here, and I agree. You have a brilliant mind, and your exposure to the plants is a big plus. Again, I apologize for the subterfuge.”

“Apology accepted,” April said quietly. “But I still don’t quite understand something. You say these plants are compatible with human females. Can they get a girl pregnant?”

“Under the right circumstances, it is quite possible, which is one reason we wanted to get them out of the wild,” Theresa said. “Here, we can control how, and with whom, they interact. This plant, however, is sterile, so there’s no chance it can impregnate you, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” As they watched, the plant extended a tendril toward April. “I think it wants to make contact with you.”

As April drew close, the plant wrapped its tendril around her arm in what felt to April like a loving embrace. April looked at Theresa, surprised. Theresa smiled before she spoke.

“I think it wants to get reacquainted,” Theresa said. “I’ll get going and let you two reunite,” she added with a knowing smile. “I really am glad you’ve joined us. I think you’ll be a tremendous asset to our work here.”

“Thank you,” April said. “I’m looking forward to working with you.” Theresa nodded her head and stood up.

“I’ll be checking in on you from time to time, April,” she said. “In the meantime, welcome aboard. And ... have fun with your ... work.” With that, she left the apartment, giving April a smile and a wave. April turned back to the plant, which was still quivering even as it held her arm. She examined it closer and saw its penises had grown considerably.

Flaccid, they looked to be just under four inches in length, and looked exactly like human male sex organs, even more than they did before. She took one in her hand and was surprised that it felt warm to the touch. She stroked it a bit and marveled when it started getting hard and erect. She took it in her mouth and lovingly sucked on it, taking as much as she could down her throat. The plant responded to her and soon, it ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, reveling in the sweet flavor.

Letting it fall out of her mouth, she looked and saw a leaf move toward her. She noticed several drops of dew and remembered what the dew did to clothing. She had an idea, and decided to give it a try.

“Go ahead, take it off,” she whispered to the plant. “All of it. Everything.” The plant quivered and two more dew-laden leaves came forward. The next thing she knew, all three leaves were on her dress. As the dress began to disintegrate, tendrils came forward and pulled the fabric away, exposing her naked flesh.

She felt a certain amount of excitement as she watched her dress being demolished and torn from her body. This was something she would have to explore further, she thought to herself. At no time did she feel threatened by the plant as it stripped her completely naked.

“I see you’ve learned some new tricks,” she whispered. The tendrils worked their way through the torn cloth and ripped the dress from her, piece by piece. Soon, her destroyed cotton dress was in a heap on the floor. She kicked her sandals off and sat there on the couch, waiting to see what the plant would do next.

The velvety leaves caressed her body, spreading their dew on her skin. When they touched her breasts, she felt the dew on her nipples, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered. She spread her legs and took some dew from another leaf. Putting her hand between her legs, she rubbed it into her wet pussy and cried out when it made contact with her clit. She spread her legs further and looked at the plant.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck my juicy pussy like you used to. Please.” She looked and saw the cocks turn toward her. In her mind, that’s what they were now. They were much longer now, thick and hard. And in her lust-crazed mind, they were the most perfect examples of circumcised male genitalia she had ever seen. And they were all hers!

As she watched, the first made its way to her sex and gently pushed at the opening. She guided it into her and gasped as it worked its way deep inside. As it began to fuck her, another cock made its way to her mouth. She instinctively opened her lips and took it inside, running her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head.

Leaning back with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, she glanced down and saw another cock move to her pussy. She spread her legs wider as two tendrils snaked their way around her legs. They held her legs as wide as they could and the third cock wiggled its way inside her pussy to join the first.

The two cocks in her pussy see-sawed back and forth inside her as she sucked the cock in her mouth. Then she felt something else and looking down, spotted another cock trying to squeeze its way into her pussy. The others slowed down and allowed the third cock to enter her. April thought she was going to pass out by now.

The cock in her mouth exploded and she swallowed its load. It withdrew and another took its place as the three cocks in her pussy kept fucking her. The more they fucked her, the more she wanted to be fucked and soon, they erupted inside her, triggering her first orgasm. Her juices squirted all over the stalks as the three cocks slithered out of her, only to be replaced by three more.

As they fucked her, she scooped up the goo that was dripping from her pussy and rubbed it into her skin. She noticed that it absorbed into her skin like a thick lotion, and it made her tingle as she rubbed it in.

The process continued until all 12 of the plant’s cocks had ejaculated inside her mouth and pussy. By then, she was in sensory overload and was close to passing out when the last cock pulled out of her pussy. She heard a whirring noise below her and looked to see a robotic floor cleaner doing its work on the floor in front of the leather couch.

She looked at the plant and wondered out loud, “Is it possible for a girl to fall in love with a plant?” A tendril wrapped itself around her head and she heard a male voice in her mind: “Yes. Sleep now, my queen.” She smiled and, satisfied beyond her widest expectations, stretched out on the couch, falling asleep the moment her head hit the small pillow next to the arm rest.

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“Very nice,” Theresa said as she watched April stretch her nude body on the couch, her well-fucked pussy gaping wide as the thick plant semen dripped out. “The hybrid has accepted her as his queen.” Margaret smiled as she looked at Theresa. “Delete that video, Margaret. Make your report to the Council, but do not invade her privacy again. We need to earn her trust.”

“As you wish, my Queen Mother,” Margaret said.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get a bit of relief myself,” Theresa said with a wicked smile. “Good night.”

“Good night, Theresa,” Margaret said as the younger woman walked into her inner chamber where Bernie was waiting. She turned back to her console and wrapped up her report to the Council.

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April woke up early the next morning, her pussy still tingling from the workout she got the previous day. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then went into the kitchen to make some coffee. After pouring herself a cup, she went into the bathroom and took a nice, long, hot shower. Looking down at herself, she decided to shave and pulled out her razor. When she finished, she climbed out, dried herself off and looked in the mirror.