Chapter 36: Sisters... And Others (Part Four)

Was she hallucinating? The creepers Amina had so carefully avoided when she walked across the room were wrapping themselves around her legs, holding them firm, working their way up her body. Her senses dulled, a tide of arousal washed over her, her fledging pipe tented proudly beneath her garment. Her grip on the container loosened as more of the shoots slithered up under her dress wrapping themselves around her waist. The Algerian felt herself being lifted off of her feet then and then suddenly she was on her back and the vines had rendered her motionless.

More and more of the tendrils bound her in place, re-positioned her. Her legs were bent and then pulled apart at the knees, her arms pinioned at her sides, her head firmed into place tilted slightly forward looking down her body. Through the haze of her consciousness she saw, heard, the tearing of her dress as the plant moved with methodical purpose to entrap her. Her cock arced upwards from her groin, leaves tickled her balls and slowly her torso was sheathed in green. It was then she saw it, a stalk with three of the flowers she had seen earlier. But somehow these were different.

In her sensual stupor she noticed that they were a bit larger and while pink, they were also translucent. Their tops looked thick and plush and within she could see small writhing hairs searching, searching. One paused over her throbbing rod, the other two continued their journey further afield until they found the tips of her breasts. As one they descended, the first sliding down her entire length, the following pair enveloping the pink of her aching areolas. Then the orbs of her ass were pried apart and a slippery length teased her opening there, whispering to her own flower, painting it with slick moisture. Another sucker found her newly formed urinal port and formed a seal around it.

More of the spores found their way into her lungs fuzzing her mind further. She felt the erotic caresses of the fibers within the first three teasing her to ever higher heights. Then as if they sensed her abandonment of reason for need, they began to siphoning in unison, pumping her length, suckling her nipples. At the same time the fourth suddenly plunged into the depths of her rosebud and began sawing in and out matching the pace of the other growths. Her body had no choice but to surrender itself to their touch. She could do nothing to stop their sensual manipulations. And in that moment, she didn’t want to.

“How is she doing?” Ophélie Langevin called out entering the lab from the far end.

“Pretty good, given this is their first time together,” Hertina informed the tall blonde. “The spores have worked their magic, she isn’t resisting at all.

“Look at how easily her legs are lying open like that,” Schuyler noted excitedly. “She’s actually helping the aphroambelos plant prepare her for harvesting.”

“Bella’s hungry today it seems,” the French Canadian observed peering over the shoulder of the shorter women in front of her.

“Yes, she is making Amina her own it seems,” agreed the botanist. “I’d like to see how much we can get the plant to produce today. Tessa gave me permission to shut things down in the afternoon depending on how things went here.” The short freckled scientist turned to the late arrival. “Patches are on the counter over there. We already have ours. Make sure you wait five full minutes after putting yours on before entering or you’ll end up on your back as well. We’ll let you know how things go and whether to make the call.” She then called back over her shoulder stepping into the decontamination area between the two chambers with the younger DeBoer.

The sensual, silky feel of the vegetation on her body was taking to places she had never been before. Plunging, pumping, sucking, the plant that had entrapped her was causing all of her erogenous zones both old and new to tingle and throb. It flooded over her consciousness, the relentless tease and caress of the massive greenery. She had remembered hearing the voices of her new colleagues through the speakers but that seemed so long ago, and so far, far away now. And then they were right next to her, smiling down as the plant she was entangled in continued to seduce her. She couldn’t understand why they weren’t affected like she was. The air was thick with spores causing her to thrust and writhe at the whim of the vines that held her. When they had first appeared, she had succumbed almost immediately. But somehow, they had not.

She could see their lips moving, but the words failed to reach a place where she could comprehend them. Schuyler reached into her mouth and pressed something. Moments later she withdrew her hand and in them were all of her teeth sitting neatly in two plates, upper and lower. Instinctively she ran her tongue over the place they should have been and discovered that indeed, she was not hallucinating. Hertina then pushed her slackened jaw open and taking a small container out of her lab jacket pocket, spritzed something into her mouth. She stood back and the pair watched as more fibrous creepers crawled upon her face and meandered towards her mouth. Pushing between her lips they gradually forced them apart, holding them open while more slithered in and held the edges of her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth.

The carrot red haired Dutch girl pushed a pair of buds into her ears and put a small headset mic on, handing a second unit to the researcher beside her. The second reached under her lab jacket and removed her panties, allowing them to drop to her ankles before stepping out of them.

“Can you hear us now Amina?” the 29 year old probed, testing the equipment. A dull flash of recognition from the Algerian told her that indeed, she had been heard. “How do you like our Bella Sweetie? Isn’t she wonderful?”

“She makes you feel so good doesn’t she?” the older chimed in swinging a leg over her prone body. “She makes you want to cum doesn’t she? She makes you want to give up everything, your spunk, your milk, all of it, over and over.”

“She needs you to do that Amina,” the other explained. “We need you to do that. It’s the only way she will give us what we need to produce Aphodium. You need to cum and cum and cum. You need to let her drink your milk Sweetie.”

“But you want to do those things anyway don’t you Baby,” the Zimmerman woman guessed sliding back over the face of the black haired immigrant and pulling apart the cheeks of her ass. “You want to, you need to, yes, yes you do.” Her breath caught momentarily when another shoot sensing the drop of semen on her exposed rod engulfed her length and began a second pumping motion, causing the scientist’s eyes to lid slightly.

“And we’re going to help you do just that,” her counterpart added filling in for the other. “We’re going to help you have an orgasm like you’ve never had before. Yes we will. Ready Sweetie? Ready now? Here we go.”

Amina stared dully at the flexing rosebud an inch from her mouth that was being held open by the vegetation that had been edging her for the last 30 minutes. Dribbles of brown leaked from it and then she heard a sigh in her ears and suddenly the browned blossom bloomed before her revealing a thick slimy tube of shit. It pushed out of the ass above at a lazy pace and coiled within on her tongue once it landed. Something lightly tickled her throat, inducing her swallow as more of the filth was fed to her. Her fecal feast was unending and through it all, she was stroked, suckled, and pierced repeatedly at the same relentless rhythm, the rise of her lust inevitable, undeniable. A flower blossomed near her face and spores once more found her nostrils, the massive growth urging her faster and faster to her own blooming. The soft slimy sludge kept spooling straight into her mouth from the flexing flower she gazed at through half closed eyes and she gave herself over to it’s will, allowing the plant to do to her what it would.

Hertina nodded to the younger futamute seeing the body beneath her slacken even more and as she did the waves of motion the plant she was entangled in was putting for increased in intensity. “Bella has sensed her inner surrender,” she smiled lazily through heavy breath leaning against her friend as she continued to shit into the Algerian’s mouth. “Amina has given herself to

her and she knows it. I always love watching this part, it never gets old.”

The pair watched eagerly as first one breast, then the other offered up it’s creamy prize, the fluid’s exodus easily seen through the translucence of the suckers and vines. Moments later, the larger of the creepers also turned a paler shade of pink as the cock ii was pumping erupted in glory filling it’s chamber with a thick pearly goo again and again that then travelled the length of the stem attached to it. And then with a groan, the botanist offered up her own pasty contribution to the greenery’s diet. Schuyler took the opportunity to push her tongue down the throat of the auburn brown haired futamute as she tightened her embrace and kissed her through orgasm. It would be her turn next and she could hardly wait.

Even though she had given herself completely to the plant that had ensnared her both physically and mentally, she was aware of it’s quickening. She could feel it on her breasts, in her ass, and on her cock. Closer and closer her end was getting, the tingling and throbbing echoed through out her body now. She wantonly swallowed the muddy meal being fed her, coming to the realization that somehow eating shit was related to her hoped for euphoria. She relentlessly gobbled down the fecal flow even though the speed at which it was coiling on her tongue had too increased, And then suddenly there it was, her own fecal flowering. Her areolas offered up her milk first but on the heels of that her newly grown cock spewed forth spurt after spurt of her thick love lava. Trapped in her slithering prison and wedged deep within the crevice of another she could not witness her own carnal explosion but wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her consciousness with each offering of her seed.

Eventually the flow of filth came to a halt and after a slight adjustment he mouth filled with piss. But that too soon ran it’s course. Even though she was continually pumped through it all, she found her orgasm began to subside with the absence of shit. So when the red haired woman who had ridden into work with her lowered herself onto her face, her body writhed involuntarily in anticipation. She could hear talking from others over the buds in her ears. One ... two new voices ... maybe more. She hoped they had come to feed her as well, she hoped they had. She was so hungry now. The ass above her settled on her face and a new rope of fudge pushed past her lips. Her hips once more fell into the cadence of the beckoning vine and her spurting began anew. She was so hungry, so so hungry. Amina Aziz’s swallowing found the rhythm of her thrust. She was so hungry, she could eat all day.

By the time the train had pulled into the station in Bergen Florianna’s bulging belly was quite evident. Ortensia had deactivated the pumping motion of the dildo sliding in and out of her ass after she had been nourished by ball three of them using it now as a buttplug. The ex-teacher felt a motherly pride in her daughter. By the time Vanda had hunkered down over her face, her little girl had become a willing, even eager toilet once more, licking her lips in anticipation of her next meal. Being methodically milked while being fed one slimy log of shit after another was a tried and true practice for wearing down a futamute’s resistance, even those who without previous experience. With her diapered lovely it had been a mere re-acquaintance with something she had met long ago.

“We’ll just wait until everyone else is off the train,” Vanda suggested as her sister helped the older woman change the fourth. “This one is going out of service while it is cleaned so it will pull away from this platform. Once it stops we can get off and go straight to the employee parking lot. The least we can do is give you a ride to the sorority.”

“That’s good of you,” the 41 year old smiled. “I do have access one of the community’s transitional cash accounts and some Euros on me but this saves us the trouble and cab fare.”

“When you live off the island, there are different rules you need to follow,” Venda shrugged fastening the new nappy to the 20 year old.

“Do I have to wear this Mom?” the short caramel brown haired student whined.

“Now Dear, you’ve wet yourself three times already and you are still quite full,” the Lombardi woman chided gently. “Who knows when you might again? It’s best to be prepared.”

Florianna pouted but knew she could not do anything against her mother’s wishes.

Now, the eldest finished up a text on her phone as the four of them followed the flow of traffic on the 585 towards Kalfaret, the afternoon sun almost at the horizon.

“You’ve never been here have you?” Venda asked as she slowed a bit on the freeway, keeping her distance from the traffic ahead.

“Actually, I have,” Ortensia replied. “Bergen is my Alma Mater, I was a sister at the sorority. I’ve always loved the closeness of nature to the estate.”

“Really?” Vanda exclaimed from the back seat of the Toyota Sequoia her twin drove. “What room?”

“I was in the east wing, end of the hall,” she detailed over her shoulder. “I woke up looking at the mountains every morning.”

“We were on the west side so we looked over the rest of the neighbourhood and the fjord,” the other answered.

“And the E39,” Venda added with a chuckle as they passed beneath the aforementioned freeway. “Let’s not forget this little gem.”

“So what did the two of you study while you were here?” the Italian/English hybrid queried.

“Hospitality,” the darker haired twin answered from behind her.

“With a minor in Health Care,” her twin finished as she turned onto the winding boulevard that would eventually lead them to the sorority house.

“We were hoping to work in one of the posh spas up here, but no one was hiring at the time and VY had these positions open,” the driver revealed pulling up to the callbox outside of a pair of cast iron gates and rolling down her window so the camera mounted over them could see her. “Hey, it’s the Matteus girls and we have a pair of Lombardis with us,” she announced. “I think you are expecting them.” Moments later the portals slowly started to swing open. “Abracadabra, we’re here.”

Straightening up after pushing in the Kladivo woman’s dental plates Lucinda turned to her sister and nodded. The 29 year old Korean/Venezuelan typed a command into the keyboard starting the new futamutes Prostatic Stimulator on a delayed climb of .2 per 10 minutes. Given she was already at 2.4, that setting would bring her to the maximum of 5.0 after a couple of hours. She also set the trigger on the Vibrorings to activate once the increase began which would make her final climb to her first cum all the more pleasurable. Meanwhile the mother of the pair lightly traced her finger along the bottom of the newly formed organ jutting up from the unconscious Czech’s groin causing it to reflexively stiffen before covering it once more. “Bring her out of it,” the blue eyed doctor instructed.

When Zuzana faded into wakeful fuzz she wondered where exactly she was. She remembered coming into work at the clinic with Lorinda this morning and drinking coffee in the break room as they waited for others to show up but nothing after that. Her surroundings indicated she was still in the medical facility in a treatment room of some kind, possibly an operating theatre, she wasn’t sure.

“Where am I?” she asked the beige skinned Asian who had picked her up last night seeing her stepping to her bed.

“You’re still in the clinic Zuzana,” the youngest Choi replied with a smile. “You contracted something once you arrived, we had to hospitalize you so we could treat it.”

“It’s native to the water table here, it’s nothing you would have learned about in school,” Ji-Woo informed the blonde figure.

“You know my mother Ji-Woo of course,” the one beside her reminded.

“Yes, she interviewed me for this position,” the prone female concurred. “She’s the Head Nurse here isn’t she?”

“And our boss,” the curvy healthcare worker pointed out with a smile.

“Fortunately, we on the island have long ago developed suitable treatments for the local bug,” the physician stated coming into view.

“This is my older sister Lucinda,” Lorinda introduced. “She is a doctor here and the one that carried out your UU procedure and installed your implant.”

“UU Procedure? Implant?” the green eyed Slav inquired.

“Uteral/Urinal,” Lucinda explained. “This condition changes a woman inside and requires us to operate or you can die from it. We had to remove your uterus and put it on life support then re-route your urinal tract. No worries, the first will still produce eggs, albeit at about a pace of four a year, so you can still have children by ectogenesis.”

“You just no longer need to worry about tampons,” her new colleague noted with a smirk.

“None of us do anymore,” Ji-Woo added. “It’s how I had both of them,” she then divulged, “and they turned out just fine.”

“You also now have a small port just north of your rectum for urination,” the physican continued.

“And the implant?” the 26 year old prodded, exhaling heavily, feeling a little hot.

“That sits on your prostate,” the older Choi daughter answered her. “It’s used to improve your semen production and control your orgasms.”

“Wait,” the new nurse blurted suddenly wide awake. “I have a prostate now? I produce semen?”

“Yes, Sweetie you do,” Lorinda smiled, “And a couple other things as well. It’s all part of life here in Libereco. Look,” she then suggested nodding down towards her torso as her friend’s parent slowly pulled down the sheet covering her body.

Zuzana cast her eyes in that direction and watched as stiff nipples were uncovered, then her thin waist, and then something she hadn’t expected to see, a hardened new cock growing from her groin, its glistening head staring her in the face.

“Pretty isn’t it?” her roommate enthused softly while her mother poured a generous amount of oil on her rigid rod before encircling the shaft with her fingers and slowly pumping up and down.

“Ooooooohhhhh!” the Czech girl moaned at the touch of the older woman as she tried to feed the motion with her hips and noticed for the first time that her limbs were strapped to the bed.

“Feels nice doesn’t it?” the doctor asked with a smile. “My mother has always had a wonderful bedside manner.”

“My girls do as well,” the 58 year old assured the new futamute with the blonde bob. “I made sure of it.”

“Why ... do ... you ... have me ... restrained?” she struggled as her thrusting met the other’s masturbation.