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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."

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Re: The Constant Gardener - by Abe_E_Seedy

The Enthusiastically Constant Gardener Part 2: Garden Harder

Maria made it home, somehow. She walked on autopilot, spending considerable amounts of time with no real conscious knowledge of her surroundings. All she knew was that she needed to be home, and so she went. That, and that her stomach kept gurlgling in a manner that felt oddly pleasing.

The second she was inside her apartment Maria divested herself of all her clothes. They felt unnecessary - more than that, they seemed constricting; she felt infinitely better with the last of them off. She made her way back into the bathroom and inspected herself once more in the mirror there. Her belly had a slight bulge to it now, so completely had she been filled, and the sight of it made her begin to drool with lust. Only not quite that, she realised after a few moment's study, her mouth had begun to fill with that same sweet lube-like fluid she'd experienced before. It must have stopped while she was walking in public but now it was back with a vengeance, and she felt a matching slickness spread down her inner thighs as her cunt followed suit. She moaned softly and gripped the countertop, luxuriating in the sensations. She felt... ready. She didn't know what for exactly, but she still felt ready regardless.

Suddenly she heard a noise outside. The bathroom of her apartment was near the front door, so from where she stood she could hear somone making their way along the corridor outside. She didn't know her neighbors all that well, but it did strike her as unusual for someone to be coming home now - too late to be the normal off-work time, but too early to have gone out anywhere afterwards. But yet, someone was there, standing almost right outside.

In the space of only a few moments, Maria had hastily put on a bathrobe and was pushing open her door. She didn't entirely remember the thought process behind it, there had just been the thought that there was a person out there, and then suddenly the realisation that she was opening her door to see them.

It was Claire - or possibly Carrie - some reasonably new girl to the building that lived a couple of doors down across the hall. They'd already walked past on the way to their room, so Maria opening her own door and stepping out quietly went unnoticed. The girl was cradling her head in one hand as she fumbled to get her door unlocked, clearly not at her best. Maria walked silently up behind her. She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew it was something she had to do. There was an urge here, some strong, almost instinctive desire that she couldn't bring herself to even want to fight, and she found herself just floating along with it.

As she moved up right behind the girl Maria felt her juices kick into overdrive. Her cunt was streaming with this weird lube, but more than that her mouth felt absolutely filled with it, as though she was salivating so much that thick strands of fluid were leaking from her lips. The girl had finally gotten her door open with a relieved sigh, but before she could do anything more than put her keys away Maria had grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, launching herself into a passionate kiss to the girl's open-mouthed surprise.

She pulled away after little more than a second or so, but even that was enough for a considerable amount of fluid to slip between her lips. She was shocked, she spluttered and shook her head reflexively to dislodge it, but even as she did so Maria could see it not only clinging to her tongue and the inside of her mouth, but also seeping into the skin around her lips. Slowly the shaking of her head became more drowsy and passive, as though she was losing track of what she was doing it for in the first place. Finally, a little over a minute after they had kissed, she simply looked up and stared Maria blankly in the eyes. As she did, Maria saw the girl's eyes change color, from a dull brown to a bright, almost iridescent green. She blinked once, then simply stood.

"Nod your head" Maria said testingly, and instantly the girl's head moved in response, as though there was no delay between the saying of the command and her acting on it. Maria decided to follow that up with a simple question. "What's your name?"

"Claudia." Close enough, Maria thought.

Maria grinned. "Okay Claudia. We're going to try something now." She padded around slowly until she was standing behind Claudia, speaking softly into her ear while she still stared straight ahead. "I want you to act just as you were before we kissed just now; exactly like normal, except that while you can hear me you won't be able to see me until I tell you to. Understand?"

Claudia answered with a nod.

"Now."

There was an almost physical jolt as Claudia seemingly snapped back into herself, shaking her head briefly after a moment of confusion as if to clear her head. Turning back away from Maria unthinkingly she opened the door to her apartment and stepped through, Maria slipping in behind her before she could close it.

The place was unremarkable. Clearly she hadn't been there long enough to personalise it much, for the most part it was the same as every other apartment in the building, with only a few scattered personal items marking the difference. Maria took this all in without much notice, mostly just to make sure that there wasn't anyone else living here - with that established, her attention was elsewhere.

Claudia threw her keys on the table and started making her way towards her bedroom, but before she had taken more than a few steps she was interrupted by a command from Maria. "Orgasm."

She did, instantly; her legs buckling as her cunt spasmed unexpectedly, the shock of the sensation all but knocking her to the ground. She had to catch herself on a nearby wall as she panted through the afterglow, confusion battling with lust in her expression. Behind her, Maria said firmly "again."

"Aahhhmm!" Claudia responded, her legs splaying out involuntarily to leave herself leaning up against the wall with her rear exposed as much as possible. After a few more shuddering breaths she managed to yank her skirt and panties down, revealing her own eager wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. Leaning forward to put her mouth right next to her ear, Maria began repeating "again. And again. And again."

Claudia all but drowned her out with her frantic cries, her body bucking wildly as she orgasmed instinctively at each of Maria's commands. She lost her purchase on the wall and slid down to lying on the floor, her slick cunt grinding feverishly against the slowly damnpening carpet. Her tongue hung freely from her mouth; her whole existence was bounded moment to moment by the whole body convulsed in eager supplication to Maria's demands. She could think of nothing else - absolute pleasure blasted through her every few moments, and all she was was a vessel for enjoying it.

Finally, Maria stopped and leaned back. "Look at me", she said simply.

Sitting back up, Claudia's eyes focussed upon her, once again staring mutely at her with a look of absolute obedience.

"Strip" Maria commanded, and instantly the girl hooked a thumb into her tight top and yanked it off, following promptly with her bra, leaving the last of herself completely exposed. She sat there, naked and cute, until Maria gave her next command. This one was non-verbal; she simply put a hand on top of the girl's head and gently pushed her forwards until she was kneeling in front of her, her face level with Maria's dripping crotch. She then shifted her hand to push the girl forward, and she needed no further encouragement.

There was no delicacy or foreplay to this, the girl simply put her face as far into Maria's crotch as she could manage, and then eagerly licked at her cunt. The sheer productivity of it meant she was practically drinking, this lube-fluid was all but pouring out of her, and the girl had to do little more than simply direct it with her tongue down her throat. Maria stood with her head tilted back in bliss for a few moments, before suddenly another powerful urge shook through her.

This one came on fiercely, and unlike the sort of drifting sensation she had before, this one was forceful, she needed to claim and to FUCK. Her hands moved to grip the girl by the back of her head, pushing her even more deeply into her eager cunt. But at the same time, Maria felt something move inside herself, felt something deliciously sinuous unfold within her, and then with a sudden forceful movement it sprang out, some thick tentacle emerging from deep within her cunt and thrusting into the girl's mouth. She accepted it weakly, her movement stopping as she was impaled by it, as she simply sat back on her knees and allowed this thing inside of her. Maria let her pull back a bit so that there were a few inches between this girl's mouth and her own crotch, allowing herself to see a section of this thick green tentacle as it writhed its way down the girl's throat.

It was that plant, she realised, it looked just like that plant, and in a sudden revelation it all made sense. She had been inseminated, or infected, or something by it, and now she either carried some of it inside her or it had simply altered her in some way to be more like itself. And she craved cum, utterly, whatever it was must feed off it somehow, and it had used the donations she had gotten today to grow and take root within her, forcing her to become so addicted to it that the realisation that she was addicted was enough to make her drool with lust and anticipation at the thought of her life now revolving around fucking and sucking. And more than that, it had altered her to produce this wonderful nectar, that would help her spread this gift to others and ensure they too could feel all that she felt. And finally, at that last realisation, a powerful orgasm swept through her, and she came down this girl's throat.

It was endless, Claudia 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. She didn't struggle, she was focussed entirely on swallowing all of this, much to Maria's satisfaction. Finally, Maria felt one last surge building within her, and as she pressed herself feverishly up against the girl's face she felt the vine that was connecting them visibly distend as something pressed through it. She knew what it was; the rest of this had been conditioning, preparing her, making her ready, but this - this was the seed of the plant. This would take her and make her just like she was.

At that, Maria threw her head back and came hard as the seed pushed its way out of her and down Claudia's throat. Claudia came too, twitching her way through another in a long series of orgasms as she was taken and filled. Finally Maria relaxed and withdrew, the tendril protruding from her sex sweeping a circle around Claudia's lips in a surprisingly tender manner.

Claudia's response to all this however was far from tender. Her whole body was still being rocked by constant, dramatic orgasms, and somehow the effects of the plant on her were much more intense. She thrashed convulsively, and soon Maria saw a thick green tentacle of her own spill from the girl's lips and begin to writhe against her face. Even that however was still overshadowed by the effects on her groin. By this point Claudia had collapsed back on herself; still kneeling on the ground but now lying arched backwards, her eyes closed and her hips thrusting dreamily at the air. As she did there was something that visibly built beneath her skin, and with one emphatic thrust it burst forth; a great, thick cock-like tendril surging forth from her flesh, accompanied by two sizeable balls that visibly swelled with potent seed.

With a great cry she came, calling out wordlessly as her newly-minted cock spent itself on top of her. Finally, after several long moments of release her body finally relaxed, and she began to pick herself up off the floor. Claudia's changes were not subtle as Maria's had been; not only were her writhing mouth and cock tendrils - both of which now drooled a constant stream of potent fluid - plain for all to see, but her skin had also taken on a distinctly green tinge. If Maria had been changed to harvest semen and coerce potential donors, Claudia's role was far less delicate - hers was simply to fuck; to take, claim, and spread seed with wild abandon. From eager grin on her face, it certainly seemed like she was ready to enjoy it.

Suddenly, Maria hear the faint sound of knocking behind her. She turned quickly, but fortunately it wasn't at this door - hearing a voice say "Maria? How are you feeling now baby?" confirmed things; David had come round from work to check on her. Re-fastening her robe, she stepped out to speak with him.

He saw her as she came out of Claudia's appartment, looking about as he was while he waited for a response. "Oh! What were you doing over there?" he asked, his confusion momentarily trumping his concern.

Maria shrugged. "Just helping a new person settle in. She's nice."

"Huh", David responded. "So, I guess you're feeling better then?"

"Much", Maria said definitively. She gave an easy smile and threw her arms around his shoulders for an intimate hug. "In fact", she continued, "what say you come in and I'll show you how much better I feel."

She began leading him inside even before he answered with "well, if you INSIST..." As she closed the door behind them she shot a quick glance to Claudia, observing from just inside her own room, then very deliberately left the door unlocked. The second they were safely inside she turned and pushed him up against the wall, forcefully enough to produce an audible "thump".

David grunted at the sudden movement, clearly surprised and not a little concerned. "Hey, what's gotten INTO you...?" he started, but was interrupted as Maria launched into a passionate kiss, pressing herself eagerly up against him as she locked their lips together. He accepted it with a shrug - so what if she was exceptionally horny, he figured, it's not like he'd mind the consequences. Besides, he realised she must have been practically salivating at the thought of it, given how wet her mouth was.

They made out passionately for several seconds, David finding his eyes slipping backwards in his head as he drifted into mindlessly blissful enjoyment. Soon though he felt Maria tense in his arms, and a moment later his jaw was pushed wide as something was pressed from her mouth into his. It was as though her tongue suddenly swelled dramatically, or something else had come forth from inside of her, but in either case the effect was that he was unexpectedly impaled by whatever it was making its way almost down his throat.

He tried to break away but her grip was somehow now vice-like, even his gag reflex was refusing to trigger for some reason. All he could do was stare wide-eyed as he was forced to take it, looking down at Maria's inexplicably serene expression. He felt her tense again, and then the thing in his mouth began to pump load after load of fluid directly down his throat. He redoubled his attempts to push her away but for all his effort he could no more lift her than he could a car, and all the while he felt his whole body quivering with every pulse of fluid that poured into him. Eventually the feeling of fullness began to overwhelm him, his struggles slackening as a weird passivity overtook him, until finally he was left simply hanging there; eyes closed, reflexively gulping down each fresh wave of fluid.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Maria loosened her grip, and David fell heavily to the floor. He simply sat on his knees panting for breath initially, some of her fluid still oozing thickly through his lips. Eventually he managed to look up at her and ask "what... what did you do?"

She looked at him with a surpisingly kind smile, reaching down to pat him gently on the head. His whole body tensed at the contact - this felt GOOD, this was GOOD, he was being rewarded; somehow he felt that instinctively, as though his very nerves knew to respond with pleasure at the display of affection. "I've realised I'm going to need a sexual pet" she said to him softly. "Someone who I can play with any way that I want." He let out a sudden, shocked gasp. As she had said that, he had felt a slit slide open in his flesh, until within moments a fully-formed vagina lay beneath his testicles, already slick with lust. "A pet with... all the fun parts." Her hand brushed lightly across his chest, and in response he felt it swell outwards, like goosebumps rising on his arm, only they didn't stop - pressing out further and further until two perky C-cup size breasts sat on his chest. Maria grinned and tripped her fingers softly across one of the nipples, drawing forth a whimper from David as his body shuddered in response and his own version of the fluid began to drip freely from him.

Maria knelt down in front of him, looking him directly in the face as she whispered "doesn't that sound good to you?"

David couldn't respond. He was panting heavily, completely unable to focus on anything in the rest of the world. He let out another strangled gasp as his body became more feminine, molding gently into pleasing curves and softened features. But still despite all of this was his cock, now straining out desperately from his groin as he was so utterly, frenziedly horny. It felt like his heart was beating directly inside his head, every thump pulsing through his being and driving out rational thought - all he could focus on was his body and just how much he NEEDED to masturbate. At the same time he knew he shouldn't, knew that would be giving in, but that didn't stop his whole being ACHING with need. He looked up at Maria with wild, pleading eyes, managing to say "I... can't..."

Wordlessly she leaned in close and brushed against his balls lightly with one hand. As she did it was as though the fluid she had filled him with began to stream into them, a visible line of dark green filtering slowly through his flesh, making the breath catch in his throat as he felt them churn with this new, urgent potency. She then with her other hand simply took one of his and placed it on top of his straining cock, with no more instruction than a meaningful look.

David's tongue was now all but hanging out the side of his mouth. "Have... have to..." he said falteringly, his hand beginning to move back and forth seemingly of its own accord. "Nnnnghh!" he moaned, biting his lip at the surge of sheer, desperate pleasure that forced him to continue. "Feels so... uhnnnn!"
His other hand swept up beneath himself and brushed against his new cunt and at that, at that sudden jolt of sensation reminding him of his new nature, he came, eagerly and wonderfully climaxing for her approval.

Maria nodded with a smile, looking down approvingly as he shuddered again and again into a growing puddle in front of himself. When he was quite done she reached down and took him gently by the head, bringing him back up level with her from where he had collapsed. "So, how do YOU feel?"

He looked back at her, eyes filled with lust and adoration in equal measure, replying sheepishly with "wonderful. Can... can we go again?"

She laughed, pushing him softly back down to his knees. "Hold on, there's something else we need to take care of first." She knocked on the door, and after a moment Claudia stepped into the room, still eagerly naked and with her tendril cock prominantly at the ready. Without thought or hesitation, David turned to present himself to her, displaying his needy cunt with shuddering pleasure.

"I think some cross-pollination is in order."

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Re: The Constant Gardener - by Abe_E_Seedy

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The Enthusiastically Constant Gardener Part 3: Garden Hard w/a Vengeance

Night had just fallen when Maria led her coterie out onto the roof. It was often quiet here - surprisingly, most residents of the building didn't even know this rooftop pool was an option. It had been closed for renovations for so long and then re-opened entirely without fanfare, so for the most part it was simply overlooked. Still, it wasn't always empty, and that was the case now - at the far end of the pool a young woman relaxed blissfully in the water, deliberately turning her back at the sound of the door opening so as to better preserve the illusion of solitude. Which, while Maria and her two servants weren't exactly naked, the bulges straining various areas of their clothes were still easily noticeable, so the woman's lack of interest in them was probably a good thing. Claudia in particular starting towards the girl, her cock hardening already in anticipation, but Maria caught her with a quiet hand on her arm. Sliding the sign on the door behind her to reveal the words "Out of Order", she pointed the others towards the maintenance room, a sly smile growing on her face at her new idea.

They slipped inside the room easily - the doors to maintenance rooms were never locked for some reason, popular opinion had it that whoever was tasked with maintenance for the building had lost the keys long ago and just relied on no one else ever bothering to go in there. And, to be fair, there was not normally much reason to - in this case all this room held was the back-end mechanics for the filtration system of the pool, even the actual chemicals to be added to the water being stored in some other (presumably still lockable) location. Still, that was all Maria needed.

Reaching down, Maria removed the access port from the tank, exposing the reservoir of water currently being pumped through the filtration system. Then, turning back around, she gestured for Claudia to remove the loose top she had hurriedly found along with her long pants to make herself look presentable enough to walk the hallways without immediately sparking a panic. She complied immediately, whipping off her shirt without a thought and handing it over to Maria demurely. In turn, Maria took it in both hands and, with only a hint of strained effort, tore it in two, leaving her with two long strips of fabric. She then stepped behind Claudia and fastened it to her as an impromptu gag, pulling it tight enough that her mouth was thoroughly muffled. Replicating the feat with David - who turned and opened his mouth obediently in advance after seeing what was happening - she then directed each of them to step up to the now open reservoir Once they were in place she hooked a hand in each of their pants and drew them quickly downwards, leaving both of their cocks standing stiffly forwards in their growing arousal. Finally, one after the other she leaned forward and placed a single kiss on the end of their shaft, the sweet nectar from her lips glistening against their flesh as their eyes rolled back in their head at the pleasure of it, their hands drifting unstoppably downwards to address their overwhelming need.

Moving to stand behind them and licking her lips lasciviously, Maria rested a hand on each of their shoulders and gave one simple, whispered command. "Cum, my pets. Corrupt all this with your seed."

Eagerly, straining at their gags with moans of desperate pleasure, they complied.


Out in the pool, Erin floated peacefully, her eyes resolutely closed against the rest of the world. She'd been worried when she'd heard someone else arrive, but apparently for nothing as the door had seemed to open and close again without anyone else coming in. Perhaps they too had been after some alone time up here. Well, too bad, Erin thought. She was here first.

She relaxed happily against the side of the pool, neither knowing or caring precisely how long she'd been in there. It was nice, and she felt like she'd earned a little bit of quiet niceness for the moment. Drifting lazily, she began running her fingers slowly along the length of her arm, enjoying the gentle feeling of her own easy massage. It felt good - good to just relax and let herself luxuriate. Her fingers drifted downwards unthinkingly, and her eyes snapped open as she caught herself with a shock. "Haha, no" she chuckled quietly, "that's a more private kind of nice." She put her arms up behind herself on the wall of the pall and simply lay back, feeling her legs drift outwards in the water as she worked to once again slip back into simple relaxation.

She lay like that for some time but that quiet itch, once acknowledged, never quite seemed to leave her. In fact it only seemed to grow; at first she could put it aside relatively easily, but eventually she found herself mentally debating whether or not she should just go ahead and give in - and, surprisingly, it was a debate she was losing. She WAS alone after all - a quick check around when she opened her eyes briefly confirmed that - and no one WOULD know. She could have just gotten up and gone back to her room, but this felt... nice; it felt good where she was, as well as feeling enjoyably naughty. Besides, she'd done worse with someone else, why should she let being alone slow her down?

Relenting slowly, and with one last long look around the room to ensure she truly was alone, she let her hands drift back down below the waterline. She gave herself several long, slow strokes along the inside of her thigh until she paused, struck by a thought. Her eyes flicking back open, she looked around for a moment until she spotted the tell-tale bubbles of one of the output jets from the filter system. Well, she figured, that did always seem like a little bit of a massage, and for some reason she really felt like it would help right now. Why not?

She launched herself over to it, gliding through the water until she reached the outlet point, then lying up against the wall with her breasts resting on the tiles outside the pool and her crotch facing the quietly bubbling jet directly. And damn, but that DID feel good. She'd brushed up against them in the past - never quite as directly as this before, obviously, but enough to get a pleasant impression from them - but now it was like it was sending a constant stream of heat directly to her loins. She couldn't NOT take her bikini bottom off; she absolutely needed to pull them urgently away and expose herself directly to this wonderful jet. She felt herself growing wet almost immediately in response - looking down as she bit her lip she was almost sure she could see faint wisps of her fluids polluting the waters already, but that couldn't be right, surely.

Before she could investigate further a deep tremor ran through her, and suddenly questions like that weren't so important anymore. Her right hand slipped down from the wall to trace urgently around her clit; suddenly she needed this stimulation immediately, and everything else aside from this overwhelming lust was a secondary concern. She leaned in, pressing herself as close as she could bear to the jet, while at the same time settling into an almost frantic rhythm of rubbing at her clit. Soon she came, an abrupt "ah-ahh!" escaping her mouth before she could clamp it shut, her lower body shuddering pleasantly in the water. But somehow, her hand simply didn't stop. It wasn't enough - she needed more, and she physically couldn't stop until she got it.

Her hips started circling absently; setting herself into a dreamy cycle of thrusts the better to emphasise the pressure from this wonderful jet. Meanwhile her hand shifted so that her thumb could continue to work over her tingling clit, while at the same time two of her fingers slipped delicately inside herself. And that- that felt intense - it was like she was opening herself up to something directly, and she felt the heat from the water flow into her directly in some long, unending pulse. Her mouth slipped open again involuntarily and now she lacked the wherewithal to close it; a series of low moans tumbling from her lips as she found herself unable to refrain from voicing her satisfaction. Soon her movements sped up; her gasps becoming increasingly urgent - she could feel her body tensing up for another powerful orgasm, and she leaned in to the sensation eagerly.

"Mhmm, you make such wonderful music my dear."

Erin gasped in fright at the sound of someone speaking behind her, slipping awkwardly from the wall of the pool as the shock disrupted her precarious balance, leaving her spluttering as she fell back into the water. Eventually she pulled herself back out, her face beet red as she beheld the other woman that had entered the pool while her attention had been so thoroughly distracted. Oh god, and she was naked - her whole body seeming to glisten as she drifted gracefully through the water towards her. There was - there was definitely some sort of mistake; she hadn't meant to put out the sort of impression that this woman had clearly picked up on but- but it felt like her whole brain stammered as she tried to change gears and process this.

"Don't stop on my account. I certainly approve of what you've been doing so far."

Erin felt like her whole body shuddered, whimpering slightly as she reacted automatically to just the tone of this woman's voice. And- and she only just realised that she HADN'T stopped - her hand was still continuing to slide delicately inside herself, while her thumb still circled persistently around her aching clit. Her eyelids drifted down as the sensations overwhelmed her again for a moment. God, why couldn't she seem to stop?

When she regained herself, Erin was startled to see this woman was standing right next to her, her naked breasts all but touching her own as she reached out to put her hands on her shoulders. Again the woman stole the initiative before Erin could speak, saying softly "shh... shh... It's okay. Here, let me help you..."

Without any further explanation - and before Erin could say anything to stop her - the woman began moving herself down Erin's body, slipping swiftly under the water. Erin's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the woman's breasts brush across her exposed skin, the slick feeling of their passage somehow leaving her whole body tingling. And then she was gone beneath the water, leaving Erin with a brief moment where it all felt like some bizarre dream, until she suddenly she felt her hips being gripped forcefully from below, and felt this woman press herself fiercely to her flesh.

Her own hand was brushed aside, even though Erin somehow still found herself resisting that - NOT touching herself was somehow something she couldn't quite manage - but this woman allowed no alternative. She simply pushed Erin's hand out of the way and then launched herself forwards, planting her mouth squarely against Erin's slit. There was no foreplay either; it was like that had been her own job earlier; but this - this was urgent - she simply moved her lips against her folds and pressed her tongue deep inside of her.

The sensation of it was intense - it didn't feel like a tongue, it felt- alive; thick, strong and so desperately filling. Erin's knees gave out in response, and she would likely have slipped under the water herself if not for how the woman was pressing her firmly against the wall of the pool. It felt like it wormed its way impossibly far inside her, pushing up well beyond the point that any normal tongue could possibly reach, but somehow it simply kept growing and filling as Erin writhed helplessly upon it.

Suddenly something changed. The woman abruptly gripped her even tighter, her fingernails digging almost painfully into her skin as seemingly the woman's entire body tensed. Then with a dramatic shudder it felt as though she began actively pumping, her tongue somehow not just swelling and pulsing but sending a stream of... something directly inside Erin, pushing it directly into her very core as she struggled not to lose consciousness against the onslaught of sensation.

It went on seemingly forever, just pumping endlessly inside Erin as she quivered and twitched almost mindlessly in response to being so thoroughly filled. Finally the woman withdrew; Erin almost collapsing as she pulled away, only being stopped from slipping beneath the water by the woman essentially propping her back up against the side of the pool. Slowly Erin's eyes managed to pull themselves back into focus, revealing the woman emerging from the water to stand in front of her once more. Somehow an absent part of herself managed to note that she must have held her breath for an astonishing period, but then again her own perception of time was so blasted by the haze in her mind that she conceded it might have just been one incredibly intense minute.

Erin attempted to work her mouth to speak; to ask a question of just what exactly was happening, but once again the woman beat her to the punch.

"My apologies", she said softly, "I'm afraid I've completely forgotten my manners. Allow me to introduce myself." She reached out and took Erin's unresisting hand from its perch on the wall of the pool. She leaned down and placed a single delicate kiss on the back of her hand. She lingered for just a single extra moment, allowing Erin to feel the sensation of her soft lips pressing against her skin, and somehow it felt like the area tingled delightfully in response. Finally she straightened again, and finished with a slight smile. "My name is Maria. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Erin", she all but blurted out in response. It just fell out of her mouth; giving her own name back to this woman happened automatically, like she simply had no say in the matter. It wasn't even until after she heard herself say it that she registered she had done so. She shook her head briefly in an attempt to clear her thoughts before speaking again. "What- what is, I mean, how...?"

"Let me explain to you what's going on." She spoke softly, but somehow there was an intensity to it, Erin found herself unable to do anything but stare intently at her while she spoke. "Me and my friends here are going to take you and bring you into our fold." She leaned in close, and Erin shivered involuntarily at the urgent nearness of her. "It's going to involve a LOT of sex."

Erin blinked. This was- this was insane. This was all insane, none of what was happening made any sense, but it KEPT happening, and somehow she couldn't bring herself to break away from it. "What- what- what?" she stuttered, reduced to just the one simple word that she could actually manage to get out.

Maria's fingers landed on her lips, and suddenly Erin wasn't talking anymore. "Shh", she said simply. Her other hand fell delicately on Erin's shoulder, pulling her in until they were standing so close together that their chests were touching. Erin could feel her breasts touching those of this woman and it felt so warm and so soft, and she couldn't- she couldn't bring herself to- she just-

While Erin's head was still spinning, Maria launched forward and swept her into a kiss. Erin didn't have anything in her left to resist, but more than that, she didn't even WANT to; as soon as her lips made contact she felt a desperate hunger that she had never come close to feeling before, and she absolutely HAD to press herself up against her as hard as possible.

Within a few moments she felt Maria's lips part and her tongue push through her own lips, already growing and swelling, and somehow this time she wasn't just okay with it, she wanted it; god, she NEEDED it, her eyes rolled back in her head as it started pumping another wave of fluid directly into her. It felt... it felt like heat, like being filled to bursting with this energy and just this wild, surging lust that was pouring from Maria directly into her, while all she could do in response was make helpless little "glk- glk- glk!" noises.


When it was done, Erin dimly registered herself being lowered back onto her feet, not even having noticed herself being lifted off them as she was pushed urgently up against the wall of the pool. The tongue slipped back out of her mouth, and somehow she found herself missing its presence. It was- she was- she- she...

Maria looked at her, catching her as her head lolled wildly. Erin stared at her, just unable to escape from her deep green eyes. Maria didn't even need to say anything this time; she simply stopped, pinned back by the strength of her gaze. Her confusion somehow just didn't seem important in the face of this.

Without breaking eye contact, Maria swept her finger lightly across Erin's lips, wiping up the loose liquid that she hadn't even realised had been left behind when Maria's tongue withdrew. She pulled back slightly, holding that finger up so that Erin could see it. It was green. The fluid it was coated with was some deeply green, viscous... something, and that was... that was what she'd been...

Before she could finish the thought, Maria moved that finger back up to Erin's lips, and without thinking her own tongue had slipped out and licked it clean. It just happened, the command in her face was clear, and her response was just- instant, and automatic.

"Now", Maria said, once Erin had slid back off her finger and resumed standing blankly in front of her, "here's what the next step is. You've been soaking in the combined efforts of my friends for some time, but now I'm going to bring them out here and have them work you over a lot more directly. And the reason for this is � well, we're going to make you into something so special. We need someone to spread all this far and wide; to be able to pollute and corrupt whole towns and waterways; and that, dearest, will be you."

Erin hadn't even known she was holding her breath until Maria finished talking and suddenly she exhaled, her strings unexpectedly cut. She sagged back down, barely able to keep her footing even with the water helping to keep her up. While she stood there panting and recovering herself, struggling to comprehend what was happening, she became aware of footsteps approaching outside the pool behind her. Turning, she saw what could only be Maria's other acolytes. They seemed almost interchangeable; lithe, naked and seemingly androgynous both; each with full, round breasts, and each with sizeable cocks that stood urgently out in front of them, still dripping freely as they idly worked themselves over.

Erin couldn't do anything more than just watch them as they approached, panting so hard her tongue hung out of her mouth as she found herself unable to look away from the fluids that dripped from their cocks, and god- even their breasts somehow. She was- she was masturbating again, Erin realised belatedly; just the sight of them approaching her with such obvious intent, their bodies so perfectly hot and slick, had made her hand slip down and caress her slit in a desperate attempt to prepare herself for them.

"Good pet" she heard Maria say right next to her, and Erin found herself shuddering through another orgasm just at that. She looked back at Maria, eyes wide in desperate, confused lust, but she couldn't stop, she knew she couldn't stop. Another orgasm shook as she realised it; that she was so completely enthralled by this woman that she couldn't stop masturbating even if she wanted to. God, she was becoming hers utterly, and the thought of that just made her want it more.

She felt Maria's hands land on her skin, and found herself drifting along with them; letting herself be turned to face the edge of the pool, looking up at the other two standing just outside. As she watched one of them lowered themselves into the water and moved out of sight behind her, prompting her frenzied ministrations of herself to kick up a notch. She heard from behind her the sound of something slipping beneath the water, and then a sharp intake of breath from the fellow thrall at her back. Suddenly she felt hands grasp her roughly by the head and shoulders, and she was pushed firmly up against the wall of the pool. But despite how she spread herself eagerly with her fingers, nothing further came.

After a few seconds of desperate confusion, Erin heard Maria re-emerge from the water and drift over beside her. She climbed out of the pool while Erin could only look on, whimpering as she was held forcefully against the wall. Rather than addressing her in any way, Maria turned to her remaining pet and moved herself down their body, finishing at their straining cock. In one swift movement she slipped her lips around it and slid her mouth all the way down the shaft, cradling their balls in one hand as she did so. Erin could swear she saw their balls actually swell visibly in response, but what was definitely clear was how their eyes rolled back in their head, their whole body seeming to strain and tense under the attention of their master. When Maria slid back off their cock it was somehow even harder and more urgent than before; its entire length seeming to tremble with barely constrained need.

Erin bit her lip at the sight, her fingers slipping back inside herself in an attempt to assuage her own rampant lust. God, she wanted to be owned like that, to be commanded on such an absolute, physical level; to be made to fuck and be fucked with absolutely no other option left to her. She'd always wanted it, secretly in the depths of her most private fantasies, but to have it laid out there right in front of her � her own eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers continued to work herself over desperately. It was all she COULD do.

In front of her, Maria knelt down, bringing her face almost level with Erin's, looking down serenely at her wide-eyed expression. "Oh, dearest, it's okay." Erin's fingers clenched and her body spasmed at the approval, but Maria continued on smoothly after allowing her the brief pause. "I could smell it on you for a week; the rich scent of your own cum lingering on your fingers every time we passed in the hall. Why else did you think we choose you tonight?"

Erin came. A desperate gasp fell from her mouth as her whole body rang with orgasm. She'd been chosen. She'd known she was masturbating so often and she'd LIKED it, she was going to take her and make her and god, oh god, even after that orgasm she just couldn't STOP...

"But", Maria continued, leaning in so wonderfully close, "you still have to choose this. To be what I want you to be you need to give yourself completely to this, you-"

"YES!" Erin interrupted, pushing herself futilely backwards against the cock behind her in a frenzied attempt to get started. "Please", she added, looking up imploringly at Maria before lolling her head back downwards. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me..."

Maria responded with an open grin. "As you wish, my dear."

At that Erin was pushed heavily forwards, and the cock behind her pressing urgently into ass. Her eyes widened at the sudden intrusion coming from an unexpected angle, but in the space of a moment she found her head drooping back forward as a wave of bliss overwhelmed her. It felt good, it all just felt right to be taken like that. Behind her the creature settled into a rhythm; thrusting back and forth so fiercely that she was pressed repeatedly into the wall of the pool, the water sloshing all about her, and despite even that her mouth slipped into an open moan at the pleasure of it. She started rocking back into it herself, wanting to accentuate the sensation of being filled and fucked, and soon she felt the pressure of the cock releasing within her; wave after wave of fluid surging through her yet again. She shuddered, quivering against the intense satisfaction of it, and then suddenly noticed a tension building up within her. Her hands clenched and unclenched desperately against the outside of the pool, flailing for purchase as it felt like her whole body contracted momentarily, until finally with a great urgent release she felt something new burst forth from within her. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as her own cock emerged, already spurting thickly against the side of the pool.

The orgasm was long lasting and intense; even as the pressure of its initial emergence began to die she felt the deep reservoir of fluid that she had been pumped full of earlier responding; surging downwards through her body towards her now and eager organ. Frenziedly one of her hands fell back down to her groin, stroking hurriedly at herself in a frantic attempt to relieve her somehow ever-increasing pressure. In response she felt another pressure building within her, and the flow of fluid surged downwards towards it; filling it up and expanding until two balls grew out beneath her cock, churning with what was now her own potent seed.

"VERY good", Maria said above her. Erin managed to look up, despite her eyes unfocussing at the steady rhythm of orgasms that still shook through her. Maria was looking down at her almost affectionately, but after Erin met her gaze she turned to her other servant and nodded. With no further prompting they too began to masturbate furiously, and in mere moments their own straining cock began to shoot forth, their own hips bucking absently as wave after wave of their thick cum landed all over Erin's face.

Erin reacted with delirious ecstasy; rolling her head back and forth against the edge of the pool in an attempt to ensure it covered her completely. She felt it soaking into her hair, as she writhed against the tiles her tongue fell eagerly out of her mouth, lapping out the increasing puddles beneath her. As she did she felt her tongue thicken, like a sponge soaking up moisture, but growing and lengthening at the same time, stretching into a great flexible organ that began to drip wetly with her collected fluid. Meanwhile even her hair was effected by it, thickening together in great clumps that soon began to move independently; gathering and lengthening into slick separate tentacles, each one glistening wetly with the fluid they were coated with.

Erin's nostrils flared as she fought to take in air while her tongue still worked to gather up as much of the fluid she was being coated with as possible. With a shudder she felt her body respond again; her breasts swelled as she felt the fluid drain into them also, bulging as they grew into deep reservoirs for her to store and produce her corrupting liquid in, twin trails of it starting to leak freely from her nipples. At the same time she found herself collapsing flatly forwards against the lip of the pool, as suddenly another writhing set of tentacles swept out from above her rear; curling independently to caress the cock that was still pressing into her from behind in an attempt to coax yet more out of it.

Finally the pressure behind her withdrew, and Erin fell back to her feet in the pool. She was resting half-out of the pool, her legs alone now tall enough so that her whole chest was left flat forwards against the tiles. Her skin was lithe and slick all over, not just from the ministrations of others, but her very pores glistened with the sticky liquid that coated her body. One of the tentacles from behind her reached effortlessly up over her slowly shuddering body and pressed towards her mouth, slipping between her unresisting lips and then pulsing gently, sending another fresh wave of fluid down inside her. She smiled, mindlessly enjoying the feeling of being filled again, even if it was technically her that was doing it.

Above her, Maria whistled gently, and in response the tentacle withdrew from Erin's mouth, rising up like a snake to stand directly in front of her while Erin panted gently on the floor. Maria reached out and took it tenderly, stroking its wet length with one hand as she looked down affectionately. "Wonderful, my pet" she said softly, while Erin's smile grew at the approval. "We are definitely going to have a lot of fun with you."

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