Seeded
Caution! You should only read this story if you're over the legal ages in your country, and like really kinky, weird impregnation and mind control stuff. It's not normal, or even remotely sane.
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I have a story that I have wanted to tell for a long time now. It is only on a forum such as this, where I can be sure, especially with my embellishments, it will not be believed. Except by those who want to.
Let me start by describing myself, as I am the only 'character' in the story. I am a gray squirrel - the irony of which will become obvious - standing at about five feet seven, my body slim but well toned, and my limbs long and lithe. My tail is large and fluffy, as I look after it with a number of natural products.
A number of years ago, before the big change in my life, I was an avid hiker. One of my favorite areas was a stretch of almost deserted forest in an undisclosed location, where I loved to spend my days rambling thought the open spaces beneath the trees. On one of these days, I found myself beneath the branches of a tree whose type I did not recognize, set in a clearing in the midst of an otherwise thick section of the forest. I ate my lunch resting with my back resting against the tree, and found myself relaxing more and more as I did so. I slowly fell asleep.
I awoke to a sharp pain at the base of my neck. I tried to jerk my head forward, but that only increased the pain. I reached up with my hand, but as it reached the level of my shoulder, my arm began to shake. My strength left me, and my arm fell back to my side, twitching. My whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Fear seized my heart. Was I having some kind of seizure? A stroke? In the heart of the forest, I would never be found, my body would lie in this sunlit glade for the rest of time.
But the shakes died down, and left me weak, unable to stand, unable to move. My eyes were half lidded, the shadow and light all I could see. And my mood began to lift. I didn't know why, but I wasn't afraid. So what if I stayed here? It was beautiful. The kind of place I'd like to spend the rest of my life.
A pressure built at the back of my skull. Something moved against my skin, crawling into me. My breath caught, again, and again, and then a wave of pleasure washed over me. It was like a whole body orgasm, as well as contentment. I flexed my body and let out a churr. Something behind me snapped.
I found I could move again. Each movement seemed new, as though I'd never done anything with my body before. A scent caught in my nostrils, like the most delicious meal, or sexiest girl - I couldn't describe it to you. All I knew, and I knew it, was that it waited for me at the top of the tree.
I took off my pack, and left it at the base of the trunk. I am a natural climber, and the ridges of bark caught easily in my squirrel claws. It was twice the circumference I could have circled my arms with, so I need that for my leverage. The main branches started at twice my height, so when I reached them, my ascent suddenly became much faster. And the indescribable scent drew me in, compelled me to keep climbing. By the time I reached the top, I was salivating.
At the point the branch of the crown of the tree split from, the trunk widened to a point, where a flower stood. Not just any flower, though. This was massive, maybe a foot across, bright yellow, and with petals that built up into a mound, which split in the center to a hole, from which the scent, a pollen perhaps, was drifting. I approached it, and fell to my knees on the small platform created by the branches. Sniffing at the hole, I couldn't help myself, and licked it. The taste - it blew my mind. I couldn't think. My eyes rolled up, as the heat, like a fine whiskey, but made of arousal, rolled down my body, and my cock tented my pants.
Could I? For a second, I paused, but I stopping myself was not an option. Besides, this deep in the forest, who would find me? who would find semen up a tree, in a flower no-one knew about? I unzipped, and pulled my cock out. I breathed heavily as I leaned over the flower, guiding the tip of my manhood to the hole. It seemed to close around me as I supported myself with the branches on the other size. The petal flesh was cool and delicate on my hard and hot penis, and slightly moist from the nectar. I rocked my thighs back and forth, grinding myself into my plant lover, and churred in ecstasy as it seemed to flex back, rubbing up against me. Pumping in and out gently, the moist tunnel clutched at my flesh as I pulled back.
It only took a few thrusts before I came. My seed spurted deep into the center of the tree as I let out a cry, throwing back my head as my muscles clenched. My whole body pulsed with pleasure.
I lay there panting for some while, the warmth of my body heating the branches and flower beneath me. Maybe ten minutes later, I lifted my head from my daze, and tried to disengage from the flower's orifice. But when I tried to move, I found that my waist had been wrapped, yellow petals that looked deceptively delicate but contained a fearsome strength, pushed against my buttocks and the small of my back, holding me in place.
Surprised by this turn of events, a wave of panic washed over me as I struggled. But this was followed by a sensation of pressure in the back of my head, disorientating me, washing thoughts of escape from my mind. My cock hardened as I felt something touch it, running gently over the head, rubbing the hole ever so gently. I moaned as it began to worm its way up, sliding into me, rippling within the base of my urethra. I couldn't move to fight back. In fact, I found I liked it, like something building within me, not an orgasm, but an entirely new form of please.
I couldn't see what it was doing, but I could feel it. The thing pulsed for maybe a minute, and I felt pressure growing. Eventually, it pulled out of my rock hard cock, and I felt the petals fall away from me. I pulled myself out, and hung from the branches, panting. Looking between my legs, my penis felt so hard that I felt it could never go down, and beneath the engorged flesh, my nutsack was grossly engorged, swollen to twice the size of my balled fists. I carefully examined it with one hand: could this really be real? Had a tree just pumped me full of - something - with a vine that wriggled through my torso and into my balls?
My enlarged sac was so sensitive as I caressed it. A fine layer of something sticky covered it, and I couldn't help but give in to the pleasure, starting to masturbate. The familiar waves of ecstasy and muscle spasm came, but there was no climax, no relief from my arousal, just a drip of something clear from the tip of my cock. Curious, I touched it, and brought it to my lips.
Nectar.
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Climbing down from the tree was not easy. It was now early evening, and the light filtered through the trees threw my vision of the bark, not to mention I was trying to keep my legs spread so as not to crush my big balls, and my hard cock away from the rough bark. I fell the last six feet.
I couldn't fit my pants back on. Not unless I wanted to tear out the crotch first, anyway. I stashed them in my pack and set out, hoping to find my car and some way of getting this stuff out of me before anyone found me.
The forest had other ideas. As I walked, dizzy spell kept washing over me. Once I actually fell, for no reason I could tell. Yet I didn't feel lost, more as though I was going where I was supposed to be. Before some of the dizzy spells, there was a pain in the back of my head, but I found I couldn't raise my hands above my shoulder before - something forced them down.
By the time all the light had faded, I was in a part of the forest I did not recognize. Still, I wasn't worried. I couldn't worry. I felt disorientated, but utterly content. Nothing was wrong. As I walked, my hard cock jutted in front of me, leading me on, and the sides of my legs, slickly coated with the nectar dribbling like precum, rubbed my nutsack, filling me with more physical pleasure.
By the time I recognized the scent, I was halfway up the tree. This was slightly different, but even more mesmerizing. I struggled up the trunk, desperately fighting off my fatigue.
The top of the trunk was again different. I didn't take much notice that the branches were denser around the trunk, because I was concentrating on the flower, the red mound of petals. This one was much taller, and I knelt to thrust my eager cock into the hole. I gasped, as it wrapped itself around me, seeming to extend into a tentacle of petals that convulsed around me. I came almost immediately, the nectar within me spurting forth, and dribbling down into the eager plant.
My muscles thrust over and over, though the flower kept up with my movements, giving me no purchase against it. I couldn't stop cumming, my pleasure rolling over me, until I collapsed, unable to move, unable to think, apart from the constant moans of orgasm.
By the time my scrotum had returned to normal, I had almost lost consciousness. When the flower's tentacle pulled off my drooping cock, it was all I could do to pull myself out to rest on the branches, not wanting to accidentally damage the flower. The branches moved with me, nestling around and holding me in comfort as I passed out.
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I awoke to another sharp pain at the base of my neck. This time I barely noticed consciously. From my vantage point, I could see the red flower, now bathed in sunlight. I worried that it looked drier, less vibrant than before.
My attention was drawn by something that nuzzled at me lips. A vine appeared to have grown from the branches overnight, and I took it in my muzzle. It leaked a sap, that tasted like maple syrup. I noticed other vines, too, some holding me in place, others working their way over me, smearing sap as they went.
It felt good.
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The next time, I barely woke until I saw the flower. It was dead now, the petals falling away dry and colorless. But I saw new growth beneath it. I tried to reach forward to examine the seed, but couldn't. The vine in my mouth had grown, woody tendrils extending along my muzzle, holding it in place as a constant stream of sap dribbled down my throat. Past that, more vines had anchored themselves to my flesh, one over my belly button, and two more fibrous masses pushing into my nipples.
Blearily, I wondered what their purpose could be. Was I to become part of the tree, my nutrients used to nourish the growing seed? Somehow, it didn't seem too bad.
Over the next few days, I roused from my slumber a number of times, each time to see that the seed had grown, and that the sap had been forced into my body through the vines. My belly began to bulge, and small pecs lost all definition and began to grow into breasts. Each change brought more and more satisfaction to me. Everything was good. Everything was right.
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My entire mind twitched at once, and I was awake, alert in the night. I pulled my arms and legs free of the vines encircling them, and gently pulled out the vines from my stomach. It was stretched and tight over the sap the had been forced into it. The tendrils attached to my chest pulled away like old wood, revealing that my nipples had distended, grown even as the breast behind them had been filled with the tree's fluids. Full and pert, if it weren't for the cock hanging between my legs, I could have been mistaken for a pregnant woman.
I ran my hands over my newly distorted body, enjoying the feeling that I had been remade into a form that could be better used by the tree. The woody tendrils pulled away from my mouth as I opened my jaws, but some wood still felt tight against the back of my neck. I felt it wriggle inside my head, and smiled as it made me feel happy. It would stay.
I moved awkwardly over the branches, not yet used to my inflated body. I knew that I had to get the seed, a mottled brown length almost ten inches long, tapered to a point at one end, and maybe three inches across at its thickest, inside of myself. I kneeled over it and lifted my tail. The point touched the my ring of my anus, and my mind twitched, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. I had never been penetrated, but as my muscle spread over the hard seed, such pleasure rolled through my body that I couldn't understand why anyone would want normal sex. God, it felt so right!
I pushed down harder, drooling as I gurgled with pleasure. But I found that although there was no pain, I couldn't get my sphincter to open wide enough to accept the widest part of the seed. I wanted it. I needed it in me so badly. But I couldn't get it in.
It was as though something pulled back from my mind, letting me think. I pulled myself off the seed, and considered it. Perhaps I could simply pick it and carry it where it was supposed to go? Something overruled me. It had to be carried in me, my opinion wasn't important. With that, I noticed that my nipples were leaking a thick clear fluid that mixed with my drool. Wiping it from the globes of my breasts and the bulge of my stomach, I wiped it over the seed.
This time I couldn't stop myself slipping onto it. My anus tightened over the base, and I felt the seed detach from its base and become a part of me.
No. I became a part of it.
I don't remember how I climbed down the tree. It can't have been easy. In fact, I can't remember thinking much at all. My mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. This was right. I staggered mindlessly through the night forest, thinking how good it felt to be the servant of the tree.
A number of times, I dropped to my knees, grabbed a handful of soil, and shoved it in my mouth. I didn't know why. I didn't question what my - the tree's - body did. The tree knew what it was doing with me.
Eventually, I found a spot that tasted better. I started to dig, making a hole about a foot deep. I lay over this hole, with my belly in it, and pulled out the plug of vine that had kept me sealed. The fluid within flowed out, and I moaned, relishing my use as a living watering can.
When the flow had stopped, I turned, and crouched over the hole, straining to push out the seed. I almost burst a vessel getting it out, but I sighed in pleasure as it came, anyway. Why I couldn't have carried it in my hands I still don't know, but I wasn't my decision.
I covered the seed, and watered it with the liquid fertilizer in my breasts. I collapsed to the side, and slept until dawn.
When I woke, I felt much more normal, although still a little swollen. A tiny shoot from the seed grew next to me, and I felt a surge of pride and protectiveness as I looked at it. I knew that this seed, this new plant, was the purpose of my life. I would devote my life to it.
And I have. I quit my job, and took a course in forestry. I am now employed as a to ranger, and spend my life looking after the forest. And the tree. That's what matters in the world. My owner. I was remade to look after it, and I do. It's rewarding work, because it loves me. I know it does. It made me think so.
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So, why did I feel the need to tell someone about this? I should have been content living in the forest, keeping it and the tree healthy. But - this may not be you fantasy. But if you are searching for something, looking for a reason in life, I can show you the ultimate reason to live.
The tree that owns me is starting to bud.
If you're interested, contact me.