"It¹s the most interesting find from my trip to the Amazon last summer," she proclaimed proudly. "I suspect the bud will open in the next couple of days, and I want to be here when my vine blooms."
The board of directors of the arboretum nodded their approval, and gave her permission to spend the night on the grounds for the purposes of researching the new tropical flower. She was thrilled and promised a full report, showing them her new laptop computer with enthusiasm.
The first night was uneventful, but the next day she did notice that the bud had lost all traces of green color and seemed less pointy at the tip. She carefully measured the bud, which was indeed slightly fatter since the previous day, and continued writing her report into the afternoon. After dinner she returned and settled down on a nearby bench to work on the report for a different plant while she waited for this one to do something. She began to nod off at about 3:00 a.m., but after getting some coffee from the machine in the visitor's center, she started typing again.
The huge flower opened at last, the large white petals unfurling to reveal the sexual organs of the plant. It began to release a sweet, yet musky fragrance, and this was what attracted her attention at last. She looked up, nearly dropping her computer when she saw the size and beauty of the plants display.
"It¹s a night-bloomer, just as I thought!" she exclaimed to no one in particular.
The botanist strode quickly over to her discovery, opening the appropriate file in her plant database. She noted the size of the open flower, measured its four silky petals, noted the absence of any stamens, and examined the pistol, the flowers most interesting and unusual structure.
It was the shape of the handle end of a baseball bat, but with a few differences. The flat knob at the tip was ruffled and fluted, appearing delicate, but the structure was actually quite firm to the touch. Another interesting feature, she noted, was the series of raised ribs encircling the shaft. She got out her measuring tape.
"Pistol 7-1/8" (18cm) in length, superior position. Ruffled, head-like stigma, 1-1/2" (3.3cm) in width." she eagerly typed into her laptop. "Style and ovary ribbed, style 3/4" (1.9cm) in width at narrowest point, ovary 2-1/8" (5.8cm) at base. Entire flower highly fragrant."
Turning her attention now to the intoxicating scent, she bent down and breathed deeply. The effect was immediate -- she became slightly dizzy, and felt a tingling throughout her body, something she suddenly realized she had missed in the last couple of years. She immediately got down onto her knees, ignoring the twigs that poked her from out of the half-rotted mulch, and inhaled the wonderful perfume again. The effect was stronger this time, and the tingle began creeping towards real stimulation.
"Fragrance of flower seems unusual an should..." she began to type, breathing deeply of the heavy scent. Unknown to her, the drugs effect was cumulative, and the shy tingle had now turned into an insistent pulsation, accompanied by moisture and desire.
She put the laptop down blindly and breathed in again, closing her eyes. She only half heard a rustling sound around her as she continued to inhale the aroma of the unique plant, becoming more and more stimulated with each breath. Her hand moved underneath her skirt and past her underwear, which were now quite wet. As if in a dream, she took her soaked panties off with one hand as she sought out her pussy with the other, and her head lolled from side to side as her eyes closed.
The potent aphrodisiac of the flower had her complete- ly, and she began to delicately lick the sweet beads of sticky nectar from the sides of the pistol¹s ribbed shaft. Vines began to rustle, then move around her, but she merely found stimulation in the leafy caresses of the strange plant.
The vines moved around her legs, gently yet strongly encircling her firm tanned thighs, and she groaned softly with pleasure. She surrendered to it, throwing her arms back to let the plant do with her as it would. The thick branches bore her gently off the ground, supporting her completely as the vines around her thighs began to spread her legs. The vines that were not holding the woman formed a thick bower around her, sheltering the scene from view.
The pale, ghostly white flower began to move as well. It raised up until it was even with the young woman's body, then slowly, gently, touched the ruffled head of its sex to the now swollen lips of her vagina. She gasped with pleasure, and her tunnel became hot with desire, twitching of its own accord in anticipation. The flower pressed against her more insistently, and as if in a dream, she reached down with both hands and spread herself apart eagerly to accept it.
The rough head of the flowers organ slipped past her lips and entered her wet pussy, its irregular texture stimulating her to incredible heights. She groaned and writhed impaled, and the more her cunt twitched, the more stimulated she became by the plants organ.
It slipped deeper, and just as the ruffled head passed by her sensitive cervix, her pussy lips began to encounter the ribbed shaft. Ring after ring popped inside deliciously as the head pushed ever deeper. She felt herself being stretched wide open as the progres- sively thicker shaft forced her farther open, her pleasure intensifying when the rough head reached her deepest regions. Still it pushed deeper, stretching and straining at the very back of her canal, the last few ribs popping their way suddenly past her entrance.
Finally the cool, silky petals caressed her thighs, clit, and ass, and she exploded into orgasm as she foggily realized the entire thing was deep inside her. She bucked and thrashed, screaming in pleasure, and the flowers organ twisted inside her, stimulating her beyond anything she had known before.
Her orgasm began to wane, but the flower added slow thrusts in and out to the twisting motion, causing the ribbed shaft to work her lips and clit. She approached orgasm a second time, and felt a change in the plants pistol inside her. It began to enlarge slightly, then gave a great spasm as the thinnest part of the shaft suddenly swelled to almost 3" in thickness, deep in- side her for a brief moment, the moment at which she climaxed yet again. She felt a cool, wet pressure against the back of her already stretched tunnel.
She shuddered as the shaft, which had returned to its original dimensions, slid out of her engorged and pulsating cunt. The vines set her down on the damp earth gently, then returned to their former positions on the trellis structure around her as did the flower.
She lay on the ground for a few minutes, then as the aphrodisiac began to wear off, she sat up and looked at herself. Thick, sticky liquid seeped out from her pussy, so she took some on her finger and examined it carefully.
She noted the texture, which was the consistency of honey, and even tasted it. It was sweet, just as she had expected. But there was something more -- the color was yellowish, and upon closer examination, she determined that it was from the tiny yellow specks that were suspended in the thick, clear liquid. Taking out a large plastic collection bag from her field kit, she stood up and let as much of the liquid as she could run from her vagina into the collecting bag. She then collected her things, remembering her discarded under- wear, and headed for home.
Under the microscope on her dining room table, she confirmed her suspicions that the yellow specks were pollen grains.
"So it only appears to be a female flower, with no visible stamens, but it¹s really the male flower. The pollen must be stored inside what looks like the ovary. How odd."
She got a sudden chill as another thought occurred to her.
"If that¹s the case, then how does the plant reproduce? What do the female flowers look like?"
But in the subsequent months that she studied the plant and its blooms, the only type of flower she saw develop were like the one that she had... encountered... and they died within just 24 hours of opening. Perhaps it was a male plant and needed a whole separate female plant to propagate, like many fruit trees, she specu- lated.
It took her a couple of months to notice that her period had stopped. Of course, she couldn't know about the tiny green seeds that were forming inside her at the time, the union of her eggs and the plants pollen.
By the middle of winter, five months after her exper- ience with the flower and three months after a home pregnancy test had turned up negative, she began to notice that her pants were getting harder to fasten. Finally, one morning, she laid down on the bed and pressed her fingertips deeply into her gut, not sure what she would feel. She discovered a collection of hard, round shapes, something like having a belly full of small apples.
She sat up and pushed harder, trying to count them and realizing at the same time that they were inside her womb.
She gasped, understanding immediately what had hap- pened. Upon reflection, she also wryly concluded that there was probably no need for female flowers at all, and wondered how many Amazonian girls had found them- selves in the same situation. With her next thought, she wondered what would happen to her in the months to come.
She didn't get any larger, so she simply wore dresses and drawstring pants to work -- her condition didn't show at all under the loose clothes. It wasn't until early March that anything happened. She was getting into bed one evening and felt a slight movement inside her womb. She stopped and stared down at herself, unsure what to do, and tried to feel the hard shapes inside her belly with her fingers. They were still there, and seemed unchanged, so she simply went to sleep and wondered what she would encounter in the morning.
When she threw the covers off that Saturday morning, she felt another movement and looked down. A thin, pointed, white "finger" was protruding from her pussy lips, looking much like a five-inch ghostly carrot. It was covered with tiny fibers or hairs, and as she watched in amazement, it slowly continued to grow. She could feel the tendril sliding out of her vagina as it grew, and it snapped into her mind that the seeds must be germinating. This was the strong baby root, and it was searching for some earth to bury itself in.
Almost without thinking about it, perhaps because she was still sleep-addled, she waddled carefully over to a large houseplant in the corner of the room and let the root touch the moist soil in the pot.
Almost immediately the white root burrowed into the large pot, and she was stuck. She began to panic as she realized she was quite literally rooted to the spot, but before too long, she felt a hard shape begin to work and pull its way out of her womb. She began to push it out, working with both belly muscles and hands, and within about 30 minutes, a dark brown seed the size of her fist popped out from her wet vagina.
But almost as soon as the first seed had worked its way out of her, another white root began to emerge. She didn't notice it until it was too late, and she again found herself attached to the soil. After the second seed had come free of her, easier and faster than the first, she quickly got up and found another large plant. The hairy root that was now emerging eagerly burrowed deeply into the pot, and then a third hard seed was born.
After the fifth seed came, she ran out of large pots in the house, so she strode carefully out to the back porch, looking for that bag of potting soil she had left over from last summer. The roots seemed to come faster and faster, eagerly looking for somewhere to burrow. She got as far as the middle of the yard when she felt a yank on her womb, and looked down to see that two more white roots had anchored her to the spot. She had to wait for the huge seeds to pop out of her hole, one right after the other, before she could finish making her way to the shed. She got the door open and stepped inside, but another powerful root stopped any further progress.
After waiting for this seed to come, she went in and found the soil. Naturally, just as she got the bag open and sat her sore pussy down on it, she felt no more movements. Just to be sure, she remained there for some time, but the seed at the door of the shed seemed to be the last of them.
It took a couple of years for the plants in her bedroom to mature. But one fall night, just as she was slipping out of her clothes to get ready for bed, she caught a familiar musky fragrance in the air. She smiled, turned toward the pot in the corner of the room, and saw the huge flower as it began to open. She lay down on the bed, inhaling the heady aroma, and was rewarded a few minutes later with the firm touch of a roughly textured shape against the lips of her love tunnel. The plant was then rewarded as she reached down eagerly to spread herself wide open with both hands...