Topic: The Constant Gardener - by Abe_E_Seedy
A parasitic-infestation story. There's nothing really in the way of Belial-esque transformations but it's a very well written sexual transformation story nonetheless. The first story contains no TF but acts as a setup for the second story.
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The Reluctantly Constant Gardener (part 1)
"Well shit" David said, startling Maria by suddenly throwing open the car door and making his way back into the driver's seat, "looks like you were right. This isn't just a normal traffic jam."
Maria looked back towards the line of cars stretching out in front of them, at least 20 being in view before a turn in the hill road took them back out of sight. "So what's the deal then?"
"Some pretty epic crash or something up ahead." David shrugged. "I couldn't get a good look because there's a lot of the people from the front cars standing around there now, but it looks like some sort of industrial transport truck totally wiped out and is blocking the whole road. People were saying that the heavy moving equipment they'll need to get everything cleared up is on its way, but it's going to be awhile."
Maria sighed. "Well, shit."
"I know, right? Looks like we're stuck here. Much as I love this car, even El Camino Fuente can't drive us over a couple of miles of gridlock. At least it happened at the end of our holiday rather than the beginning though, right?"
"Yeah, but that means we're not going to get in till really late. I might be off work at the moment, but you've got to get up early tomorrow, don't you?" David nodded, and Maria scowled. "Well, not much we can do about it I suppose", she added as she undid her seatbelt and opened the door, "I guess I may as well take the opportunity to stretch my legs."
David nodded. "I'd tell you not to go far, but I don't think we're going to be moving any time soon. I'll call you if anything happens."
After a brief wave goodbye, Maria set off away from the car. She started out walking along the edge of the road, but on seeing a slight path down the side of the hill she decided on impulse to walk down it for a while; the gentle grass-covered slope surely making for better scenery than an endless line of cars with pissed-off occupants. Eventually she made her way around the corner ahead, by this point in a sort of slight gulch about 10 feet below the road itself. It was here that she came upon an interesting sight.
There was a barrel lying in a patch of long weeds up ahead, the sort of stereotypical hazardous material ones made of dull grey metal and with great yellow warning signs plastered all over it. It must have come loose from the crash somehow and rolled over the side of the road, with the lip on the edge of the gulch managing to stop it from going too far and eventually rolling it back to the centre.
The crash had been several hours ago now, so no one must have seen this here since then. Looking up Maria could see how, there was enough of an overhang to the hill to mean it couldn't be seen from the road itself without specifically looking for it, and everyone must so far still be too interested to dealing with the injuries from the crash to take a precise check of the cargo.
"Well", Maria thought, "I guess this is my opportunity to be a good citizen and report the problem. Might get me close enough to hear more information about how long the wait will be too, at least." Making sure to give the barrel itself a wide berth she started directly towards the road.
The route that the barrel had taken on its roll down seemed like the path of least resistance, but she quickly found it more difficult than she'd expected, soon having to resort to scrambling on her hands to make progress. She was just about to give up and go the long way when a clump of dirt came loose in her grip, throwing her off-balance and sending her tumbling back down the slope.
It wasn't long to fall fortunately, but it was enough to knock the wind out of her as she rolled into a heap at the bottom of the gulch, the metal of the barrel stopping her with a dull thud. She lay there for a few moments, more dazed than hurt, berating herself for taking the short cut when she was going to have to be here for hours anyay, when slowly she realised that she felt something wet underneath her. Had she cut herself?
Hastily she looked down and checked, and for an instant was relieved to see that it wasn't blood. No, instead it was an almost glowing green goop that was dripping out of the barrel and - she soon realised, formed a large puddle concealed by the long weeds around it, but that she was now lying in. Very quickly she went from relief to panic as realisation dawned - toxic waste! She was lying in toxic waste! Oh god!
Her legs skated as she flailed for purchase to stand up with, but before she found it one of her legs abruptly stopped, as if caught on something. Looking down she saw that she'd somehow gotten in tangled in the weeds around the barrel, so much so that some thick vine had become wrapped around her left ankle. She pulled at it, but despite her best efforts she remained stuck tight.
Feeling uncontrollable panic beginning to rise, Maria forced herself to take a breath and remain calm. How she'd gotten herself this tangled up she didn't know, but it was a problem easily solved, so long as she kept her head. All she needed to do was reach down and untangle her foot, then get back to the road and report for decontamination, or whatever. Okay.
She went to sit up and bring her hands down to her ankle, but again she found herself unexpectedly stopped. She bit back rising panic but this time it was clearly justified, as in looking about she saw that both her hands and now her other ankle were all caught by a loop of vine. This was- this was not good.
Suddenly all the vines pulled tight and Maria was slammed back against the ground, her arms and legs held uselessly spread-eagle. It was all she could do to avoid hyperventilating as she lay helplessly on her back, watching as this great mass of green pulled itself upwards before her.
It was a plant, that much was clear, but it was unlike any plant Maria had ever heard of. For a start it was visibly moving; the barrel was pushed to the side as a thick bundle of vines pulled itself up from the long grass, taking shape into a sort of thick bush. In the middle rose what had to be the main body of the plant, a thicker, less agile stalk, topped with... something, some sort of seed pod or obscene flower, but it looked somehow like nothing more than a thick green cock. If it was a flower, then very soon the intent was clear as it bent slowly towards her, and the vines holding her legs pushed them further apart. Apparently, some detached part of her mind noted, this thing went about pollenation rather more forcefully than most.
As Maria stared in mute horror at this thing unfolding in front of her, her brain suddenly caught and she realised that she was, at most, 20 feet from a whole bunch of people that were doing nothing but waiting impatiently. All she had to do was cry out, and SOMEONE at least would come and save her.
She opened her mouth, but got no further than "h-uk!" as the plant whipped out and thrust itself down her throat. Whether that was the plan all along or if had just taken advantage of the opportunity was impossible to say, but with her mouth completely plugged there was no chance of calling out now.
As much as she shook her head and struggled it was in far too deep for her to spit out, all she could do was reluctantly taste it as it squirmed over her tongue. It was... it was coated in something - god, it was cum, it tasted like cum, somehow this plant was making her give it a blow job. And yet, there was something calming to it; maybe it was because the worst was already happening so there was nothing more to fear, or maybe it was just the hint of familiarity in such a bizarre situation, but whatever it was the depth of panic in her began to die down.
The sense of relaxation, such as it was, did not last long. Apparently the plant had other lightning-fast attributes beyond just the speed at which it could strike, as suddenly she felt the thing inside her stiffen up and then begin to spurt a steady stream of liquid down her throat. It felt like cum, from what she could taste spilling out from the back of her mouth tasted like it too, and her eyes widened as all she could do was lie there and be filled.
It was endless, she could only make little "glk! Glk! Glk!" noises as she was forced to swallow wave after wave of the stuff, and even then some still burst uncomfortably through her lips as the sheer volume defeated her best efforts to avoid choking. Her strugggles had ceased, she was focussed entirely on swallowing all of this, out of survival certainly, but soon she found there was another instinct there - she wanted to, she wanted to take all of this and let it fill her, to swallow as much of this cum as she possibly could. The taste, somehow was sinking in to her, and she couldn't help but want more of it
Finally there was one last sustained surge, and then following that came a noticeable bulge; something that pushed her cheeks apart unexpectedly as it too was pushed between her lips. It was some sticky mass, something solid that was deposited inside her and then slithered down her throat. Vaguely Maria knew she should be alarmed, but suddenly she just felt tired, worn out mentally and physically, and when all the vines withdrew back to lying inconspiciously amongst the grass it was all she could do to stand up. There were... a lot of important things, things she really should be doing and needed to do, but right now what she needed was to sleep in safety. So she walked unsteadily back to the car, unthinkingly licking her lips clean as she went.
"Woah, are you alright?" David asked as Maria finally approached the car. "You look like you've been in a fight."
Maria absently waved off his concern. "I'm fine, I just slipped in the grass is all." She opened the door and settled into the car seat beside him. Without warning she slipped her hands to the crotch of his pants, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.
"Uh, baby? What's... what's up?"
She'd unbuttoned his pants before she bothered to answer him. "Shhh" she said simply, pushing aside his underwear and bringing her face down to his suddenly free cock.
"Are you okay? You never normally star- uhm!" David's objections were quickly subdued as she wrapped her lips around his cock, and soon beginning to enthusiastically lick up and down the shaft.
"I - mhm - you - public!" he panted, but a long slow lick from Maria caused his eyes to roll back in his head and the last of his resistance to melt away. "Fuck it" he said finally, putting a hand on the back of her head to push himself deeper into her and starting to eagerly thrust along with her movements. After that it wasn't long until he tensed up and came, cum spurting down her throat as David breathed out slowly in one long satisfied sigh, and Maria diligently swallowed all of it that she could, even going so far as to lick his shaft clean before withdrawing her lips.
"Not that I'm complaining mind", David said as Maria finally sat back up, "but what the hell was with that?"
Maria shrugged, seemingly completely unconcerned. "I was thirsty." With that she pushed her seat back, and settled in for a nap. "Wake me when we get to my place."
David nodded absently. "Sure, sure." After a few moments, he realised with a start that his pants were still down, and he covered himself quickly while shooting furtive glaces out the car windows. "Remind me to have less around to drink at my place in the future" he muttered to himself.
They got back to the city, eventually. David had very nearly driven them straight to the hospital due to concern that Maria's persistent sleepiness meant she had a concussion, but after a frantic check of her head revealed no visible damage he relented to her assertion that the walk had simply taken a lot out of her, combined with the fact that maybe she was coming down with an innocent cold. Why she didn't say anything about the barrel and what had attacked her from there Maria couldn't really say. For one the whole thing seemed so impossible and dream-like; saying anything to anyone about it seemed just like an invitation to ridicule. And plus, it just didn't seem very pressing. Sleep, sleep was important now, everything else could wait. David left her at her home alone only under protest, and with explicit instructions that if she felt any worse she should call an ambulance immediately. The concern was touching, but Maria waved it away from her position nestled deep in her bed. She just needed more time to relax, is all. Whatever this was, just a little more sleep, and everything would be fine.
At 12:51am she was up. Instantly she was fully awake, all trace of tiredness absolutely gone, and in its place was immense hunger. She hadn't eaten since before the car journey yesterday she realised, and though it hadn't bothered her at the time, now it felt like all those missed meals were coming back with a vengeance. She unfolded herself from the bed and padded her way into the kitchen, but on reaching the refridgerator she realised - she wasn't hungry. The craving was certainly there, but she couldn't think of a single food that she actually wanted right now. And underneath it was an undercurrent of... horniness? She drank some milk. She was thirsty, at least.
She went back and lay on the bed, turning her head to the side to check the clock again. 1:03. Still far too early in the morning for her to be this awake. Then again, she did get a lot of sleep in the car, so maybe it made sense? Still, she shouldn't be this wired, Maria thought, this tense and wound up to do... something, even if she couldn't exactly figure out what. Well, she realised in thinking about it, there was ONE thing she really felt like doing.
Her hands were already drifting down her body without any conscious input on her part, sliding down her waist to dip inside her panties. Somehow the feeling had come on suddenly while at the same time having been in her head ever since she woke up - she was DESPERATELY horny. She'd never been woken up in the middle of the night by sheer desire like this before, and there was an edge to it that felt different somehow, some sort of thirst that made her confused about what exactly it was, but as soon as her fingers brushed against the entrance to her cunt she knew what she wanted to do.
She was already wet - whether she'd been like that since she'd woken up or if the enthusiasm of the past few moments had somehow worked her up enough already she could no longer tell, but her fingers slid easily inside herself as she gave in and indulged. Normally it took longer, normally she needed some sort of stimulus to get her going, but this time the absolute driving need was such that she'd already gotten most of one hand inside herself before the other had even had time to pull her panties away.
Gasping loudly, Maria pressed her hand deeper, shuddering eagerly each time her flailing thumb brushed against her clit. It was great, but she wanted more - she cast about desperately for something else; there had to be something around, something that could fill her, that she could push inside and fuck herself with, something that would be the right shape, anything, please. Her eyes fell on the small water bottle she'd left on her bedside table. Biting her lip to suppress a whimper, she withdrew her right hand from her cunt - god, how was it already so wet? - and reached over to grab it. Bringing it quickly down to her crotch she paused only to make sure it was angled correctly, then with one long gasp she pressed it inside.
It felt good, god how it felt good, as she pushed it deep inside herself, the feeling of being fucked and filled in equal measure. She couldn't fit it all in, obviously, but it didn't stop her from trying. She rolled over onto her stomach, thrusting her hips frenziedly into the bed to continue the pressure, which freed her up to dedicate one hand to working her clit, while the other one danced across her breasts.
She couldn't take it anymore, her moans had long ago become audible, with each thrust saying wildly "Fuck! Yes! Fffuuck!", now well beyond caring about anyone else hearing. Her body convulsed with one last great thrust and she came, urgently she came, throwing her head back in a long wordless cry as the orgasm hit her. Normally that was enough, especially one that powerful, but this time her hands barely even paused, before she was even done quivering from that orgasm she was back to masturbating as hard as possible.
She wanted more, she needed more, she needed to cum hard and endlessly, but more than that she wanted to be filled, she wanted cock, not this poor substitute of a bottle. She wanted something that could cum inside her, something that could slide down her throat deliciously and leave her whole body coated in sticky wetness. She'd never been one for that sort of thing, but the mere thought of it now was enough to make her tremble with another orgasm; god, that was exactly what she wanted, she wanted to be cummed in and on and all over, like, that plant-
At that realisation her whole body tensed with an orgasm the likes of which she'd never experienced, she was lucky she was face down on the bed by this point because without the pillow to muffle her cry she would have undoubtedly woken the whole floor. She came, somehow she just rode the orgasm as her pussy pulsed and clenched around the bottle, her juices pouring out obscenely to coat her hand and a good part of her bed. She'd never been so productive in the past, but god it felt gooood, she thrust and ground herself absently against the mattress to prolong the sensation, reveling in the way that each thrust made her cum just a little more. Finally, when absolute exhaustion managed to outweigh the pleasure, her hands relented, and she rolled over to drift off to sleep.
She woke up at around noon. As she rolled over she realised she was still lying in the wet patch she'd made just before, but was surprised to find that no amount of rolling made any difference, she still felt wet wherever she lay. She sat up, flicking the bedside lamp on to inspect the damage, but found that as her hand fell back to her lap it came away more than just a little damp. Looking down she saw the reason, her groin was still dripping wet, literally. She could have sworn her dreams weren't especially erotic, and given the enthusiasm with which she'd taken care of things last night Maria knew she should be fine now, but instead her cunt was slick with her juices, and still noticeably producing even more to ooze out of it. Examining it between thumb and forefinger as it clung to her hand, it seemed more viscous that normal - thicker, stickier, more... potent, somehow. Distilled, was the word that came to mind for some reason. In the midst of all this she noticed that there was a similarly odd feeling coming from around her mouth, and she quickly made her way to the bathroom mirror. There she saw what she had suspected, her lips were coated with the same stuff, and it was continuing to leak from the corner of her mouth. Opening her mouth she could see that it seemed to have replaced her saliva, but even more so - her tongue was fairly swimming in the stuff, and as she touched it with a finger even more of the sticky fluid was produced, like squeezing a damp sponge.
It was like lube, she realised, some sort of natural lubricant, meaning that she was always be ready to suck or fuck any cock at a moment's notice. All of this was bizarre and alarming, but that single thought made her have to catch herself against the wall by the mirror as such an intense feeling of lust and arousal swept through her. Her cunt moistened so much it actually began to drip on the floor. She had to forcibly say to herself that all of this was not necessarily a good thing, but even then she couldn't even begin to fathom how to deal with it.
She left the bed as it was, not yet able to bring herself to deal with the sheer amount of cleaning that would require. Instead, she went out. It was like she couldn't stay inside any longer; like she was driven out and away into the world to fill the desperate craving that had come back with a vengeance when she awoke. She walked aimlessly, not entirely registering where she was going, her thoughts were a random surging mix of longing, need, and constant, desperate, driving arousal. She called David from a street corner, her legs crossed awkwardly as she rehearsed how to tell him that he needed to come home and fuck her right now; that she was on the corner of Ellis and Mayfair, and perhaps he could meet her there and take her zealously against this brick wall. He didn't answer. She managed not to leave a message.
Within the space of minutes, Maria looked up to find herself in the seedy part of town. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten there; standing outside some large establishment with a lurid lightshow flashing out from within. It was two o'clock and by the sound of it the place was going full-tilt. Perhaps it was servicing the lunch crowd. Without really realising it, Maria was inside. The bouncers didn't challenge her, as an attractive single woman no one even sought to make her pay the cover charge. She simply walked in, sat down, and watched a selection of lithe women dance naked around poles. And inside, something clicked.
Derrick looked up at the knock on his office door. "Yeah?", he said.
"Someone wants to talk to you boss" came a voice through the door. "Lady with... something to talk to you about."
Derrick sighed. Probably another campaigner. There goes the next hour. Someone should do something about people like that. But, better to have them bothering him for an hour than downstairs disrupting the shows or keeping people from coming in. "Fine, let her in."
The door opened, and in walked a young lady. She was more attractive than the ones they normally got; long brown hair hanging down to her back, elegantly tanned skin with bright red lipstick, and deep, green eyes. He generally went out of his way to avoid cataloguing the women that came in here for this as a deference to their cause, but in this case he found himself unable to avoid giving her a quick up and down. Cliche or not, but he founnd himself thinking that it was a pity she was a crusader - she could make a lot of money here.
"Take a seat, miss..."
"Vasquez" she answered, folding herself into the proffered chair. She seemed anxious, looking about everywhere, but occasionally locking eyes with him for a few intense moments before looking back down. After giving her a few moments to get settled in and her still failing to say anything, Derrick took the lead again.
"You wanted to speak with me?"
She nodded, and finally brought herself to maintain eye contact. Damn, those eyes...
"Yes. I was hoping that you would let me work here."
The breath caught in Derrick's throat, it was only by the barest of margins that he kept his strangled gasp of surprise from being clearly audible. "I'm sorry? You want to be a stripper here? I don't... I don't normally take care of the hiring, I mean, there's a process-"
She cut him off with a raised hand. "I know, I know. It's just - I don't want to be a stripper here. You have a back room here, right?"
This time Derrick's incredulous gasp was clearly audible. "Excuse me?"
"This is a big place; successful, popular..." She'd kept eye contact this whole time now, just drilling into him with those great green eyes of hers. "There's got to be a back room where people can do more than just watch." She paused, her eyes losing focus for a second as she crossed her legs quite deliberately and a slight shudder ran through her. She swallowed emphatically and licked her tongue across her seemingly shining wet lips before continuing. "I want to work in there."
For several seconds, Derrick said nothing. Finally he exhaled, not even having realised he was holding his breath. "Right, okay, this is entrapment or something. Well, no miss Vasquez, you can't work in a room we haven't got doing services we don't offer." He started to stand up to hurry her out of his office, then quickly thought better of it, the desk keeping his urgency tastefully out of view. He covered his brief up and down motion with an awkward cough, and added "now if you'll excuse me-"
Again she cut him off, but now with a sort of desperate resolve. "No, please, I... look, what if I suck your cock? Right now. I couldn't do that if I were a cop, could I?"
By this point, Derrick was all out of noises. He simply sat motionless for a few seconds while his brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Eventually, he remembered to exhale again. "There are security cameras in here" he said, pointing to one behind her. "They've got sound too, so they'll record all of this. So, this will be on the record - that you propositioned me, with no hint of coercion or anything. You understand?"
She turned and looked at the camera, then to the ground briefly, then back at him. "Yes. Yes I do. I, god, I don't even think I mind. So, can I suck your cock now?"
Derrick stood, now rather beyond caring about decorum. "Lady, you're one hell of a negotiator."
Walking out of the office on unsteady legs, Maria could barely believe what was happening. She'd never cheated on David before, never so much as considered it, and now she'd just eagerly sucked some stranger's cock just to be allowed to suck more cock in future. Even thinking that made her have to steady herself briefly on the wall, sucking cock was exactly what she felt like doing, all she felt like doing. She wanted to be used and taken, but more than that; she wanted to feel it sliding down her throat, filling her up, taste it on her tongue. She'd never liked the taste before, but now it was perfect, the best thing, exactly what she needed to fill her desperate craving. If it hadn't been for this, she realised she was just a short time from jumping random people in the street. God, it was like she was in heat or something, except instead of just sex it was this desperate thirst for, well, cum. As much as she could possibly get her lips around. Was this even a thing? Was this some fetish she didn't know she'd had until it suddenly broke on her so heavily she couldn't think beyond wanting to indulge it. She felt distantly like it wasn't, but the recollection was across such a vast gulf for her now. Of course she wanted to suck cocks and swallow cum. Even the thought of it was unbelievably hot. If she ever hadn't wanted it before, that didn't really matter when she desperately did now.
After passing through several locked doors with the escort the man in the office had granted her, Maria finally came to an unmarked door at the end of a long hallway. "Boss said to put you in this one" said the man as he opened it. "Said you seemed to be a natural."
Inside was a small bare room, practically just a cupboard, with a linoleum floor and similarly unadorned walls. The only feature of the room was a series of small holes at about waist height, that - oh.
Maria's heart leapt. She was on her knees naked in front of the first one before the man had even closed the door behind her.
She spent the next several hours in some version of insensate bliss. An endless succession of cocks presented themselves through the holes all around her, and she serviced each one with an almost frenzied dedication. Soon she was coated; loving the feeling of every inch of her bare flesh dripping with cum, but more than that she was filled by them too, hardly a moment going by where she didn't have at least one cock inside her somewhere. She drank seemingly gallons - there shouldn't have been enough customers to even produce that much, but some small part of her thought that maybe word of her had gotten around and drawn more people out, which somehow just turned her on MORE, but on top of that it seemed like every person she serviced was able to produce significantly more than would normally be possible, the sweet nectar of her own that she coated each of them with seeming to spur them on deeper into powerful lust. She took them fearlessly from all angles, focussing mostly on drinking from them, but eagerly pressing them into her cunt or ass also when the opportunity presented itself. The hunger that had been growing within her had finally been unshackled and it was a powerful, animal thing - she needed this cum inside herself, any way she could get it; needed to suck and feed and take until her belly sloshed with the results. All the while she could feel a quiet sensation of something pulling inside of her, something deep within her drawing on all this cum somehow, and it felt so unfathomably good to feed that part as much as possible.
It finished at 5. Whether the customers dried up or the manager simply called a halt for some reason Maria wasn't sure, but regardless at that point Maria peacefully soaked in the afterglow as she lay, filled on the inside and dripping wet on the outside. When it occurred to her after a few moments that that was to be all she began cleaning herself off, drawing her hands slowly along her body to gather up as much of the loose cum as possible, then licking her fingers clean of the sticky mass before going back for another lot. As she was first starting there was a noise at the door like it was about to be opened, but that was suddenly interrupted with a muffled thud, and Maria was sure she could hear someone hiss something starting with "I swear to god Tom..." before the door emphatically failed to open. Maria looked up directly at the camera mounted on the ceiling in the opposite corner of the room and grinned, then went back to her cleaning.
When she had finally demonstrated to her satisfaction that there was nothing left for her to get, she stood and walked over to the door, which opened before her. Standing on the other side was the man from the office and her escort, both of them looking at her with an expression somewhere between respect, lust, and awe. With a visible jolt the office man remembered to say "your pay!", holding a wad of cash out for her.
"Keep it." She licked her lips slowly before walking nonchalantly past them. "I work for the tips."
As she left, the one who had escorted her turned to the man from the office and asked "what... what the hell was that?"
"Porn angel" Derrick replied, nodding sagely. "The legends are true."
"What? Really?"
"No you idiot, she's just some hot woman with an extremely marketable fetish. Which, to be honest, is pretty much just as good."