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Anyone Could Have Missed It

By anonymous

It was a small flower. Anyone could have missed it. A drab, grey tulip, growing in an alleyway near a sinkhole. After all, the albino tulip wasn't the star attraction of the sleepy little town. But the hole beside it, now that was a different story. Residents called it the Forget-Me-Lot, somewhat after the flowers that grew ironically around it. It had appeared overnight in a vacant lot, and the flowers grew in over the next few days. But that was insignificant next to the fact the nobody older than fifteen could go anywhere near it without blanking out and waking up several meters away, with no recollection of what had just happened. Anyone between that and the age of eleven said that they couldn't remember what they had found when they did descend into that pit, and could never seem to get close to it afterwards. Anyone younger was, of course, not permitted in the hole. Some folks figured it was a gas leak, and boarded the whole block off until the city could do something to fix it, but the city claimed that no pipes ran under that particular area, and so the townies were left bamboozled. Eventually, people just decided that as long as they stayed well away from it, their lives would be normal.

But a young kitten by the name of Katy never listened to her daddy. She was curious about the flowers, and wanted to pick a few after school. But on her way to the Forget-Me-Lot, she saw one of her classmates, Kenny, a squirrel who loved to tattle on everyone, walking towards her. Katy quickly ran into the alleyway while Kenny was busy cleaning his glasses, and hid there until he passed by. Not wanting to get into trouble, she continued through the alley until she came across the small, grey flower.

How weird, she thought. Flowers should be pretty, and have pretty colors, too. This one's just ugly. She bent down to smell the flower, and spray of pollen burst into her face. The ten-year-old girl sneezed and coughed before finally falling unconscious. PHASE 1 COMPLETED: PROCURE PREMATURE SUBJECT

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, the child that was once Katy awoke from her nap. The pollen had worked it's way into her mind, replacing the girl's personality, although temporarily, with the single urge to go to the sinkhole, and dig. She discovered a hole leading down below the block, opening into a large cavern. At the end of the cavern, rested a grey saucer, doors wide open. And next to it, a large pool of glowing green slime. Katy slowly unbuttoned the blouse of her school uniform, pulling it over her head, folding it neatly, and setting it on the ground next to her. She wriggled sensually out of her skirt and panties and lay them over her blouse, and walked slowly towards the pool. Laying in the shallow end, she spread her legs and began scooping the thick, viscous slime up and slathering it over her inner thighs and nether region. Leaning back, panting, she slowly worked globs of the green goop into her tailhole and virgin slit, her hymen slowly and painlessly dissolving. For a good twenty minutes, she pawed and panted, the strange substance working it's way into her reproductive system, kickstarting puberty five years early. She yelped "NYAAA!!!" as she came heavily into the pool. Something within the depths stirred, awakened by the juices of life and lust pouring into its home. It drank deeply of the girl's sexual release, becoming more alert, more powerful, probing her memory. It would need assistance for what it had planned... PHASE TWO COMPLETE: BEGIN ADVANCEMENT OF PREMATURE HOST'S REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM USING CONDENSED HORMONES She could not stray far, not once the alterations had begun. She ran out of the cavern, plucked the flower from the ground, and ran, naked, to the first adult she saw. A rabbit police officer, out on patrol. Perfect. She waved frantically to him. He blanched at the sight of a young girl, stark naked in the moonlight. Had she just escaped a pedophile? Or worse, trafficking! This could be his big break!

He walked hurriedly towards Katy and put his hands on her shoulders. "Young lady, where are your clothes at?" he asked quietly.

Katy's eyes gleamed. "Back at the nesting ground..." she whispered. He looked at her with a bewildered expression as she held the flower up to him. A cloud of pollen, empowered by the energy that the slime creature had absorbed from her, exploded in the man's face, quickly taking over his mind. His consciousness only lapsed for a moment, and then he turned around and walked toward the Forget-Me-Lot.

Picking up another flower, he headed further into town, to search for more hosts, more attendants. Katy, however, returned to the cavern, feeling quite a different urge than before. PHASE THREE IN PROGRESS: BEGIN CONVERSION OF LOCAL POPULATION TO BREEDING SERVANTS AND ATTENDANTS Katy returned to the slime pit, a raging feeling of need radiating from her prepubescent loins. Walking calmly over to a flat, raised mound of earth, she lay her undeveloped chest upon it and angled herself toward the pool of goo. Spreading her feet as far apart as she could manage, she hoisted her pert, round rump in the air, curving her back and standing on her tiptoes.

Sweet nectar dripped from her young muff as she grasped her plump buttocks and spread them as wide as she could, panting and mewling all the while. Two black, tentacles, thick around as an adult's arm, arose from the green sludge, ominously reaching closer towards their prey, green glop dripping in long ribbons to the floor.

When they were only a mere foot away from Katy, they paused ominously. A deep rumbling emanated from the pool, followed by a loudening gurgling noise rising through the ebony appendages. Without warning, a geyser of purple slime erupted from the tips of the tentacles, slathering the child's loins with gallons of viscous violet ichor. The tentacles continued to spurt glop all over Katy's silky soft, charcoal grey fur, and as the slime soaked into her body, the little cat girl's privates cooled significantly. In one moment, the entirety of her tiny body jolted with ecstasy, her openings dilated and the tentacles slid forcefully inside her, lifting her ass-end off the ground. Her voice caught in her throat, her left paw grabbing the tentacle in her tailhole as she steadied herself with the right, as the phalluses alternately pounded into her, deeper and deeper, loud SQUELCH after loud SQUELCH echoing throughout the cave. Once more, after a brief pause, the black extremities emitted a powerful gurgling noise. It traveled up the length of the long appendages, and upon reaching the tiny victim, gallons of slime erupted into the girl's womb and bowels. The pleasure was unfeasible. Her free hand slapped onto the rock upon which her front half was being pushed, her claws digging surprisingly deep into the boulder; her eyes rolled back slightly in her head, her legs and tail ramrod straight, rigid while still dangling off of the ground, her teeth clenched as drool oozed from her mouth. White fluid gushed in huge globs from around the tentacles, and her flat stomach slowly lost its shape as more jelly permeated every crevice of her innards. She soon looked as if a soccer ball was inside her.

As her abdomen grew taut, the pumping stopped, the tentacles slowly laying her limp body on the ground and turning her over to lay on her back, legs floating in the large green pool. She passed out, purring in the afterglow, cupping her bloated belly.

PHASE FOUR IN PROGRESS: INCREMENTALLY INCREASE BREEDING CAPACITY IN PREMATURE SUBJECT(S).

Meanwhile, the officer, Mike was his name, had taken the flower to his precinct, slowly infecting officers through the chain of command that would lead to a judge. And lead it did, allowing the judge to issue both arrest and search warrants of every house with a young girl living inside. That one single flower traveled the sleepy, cloistered city from bottom to top, infecting everyone with a juvenile daughter. The police even infected Katy's father. The majority of the young male population continued their daily lives, as they were not useable by the alien. It saw no need to disrupt their education, and left them to their own devices. The adult women were brought to the cave with the fifty or so young girls that lived in and around town. The girls began undergoing the same treatments as Katy, the women caring for them as the men gathered supplies. While out of the public eye, the town's entire adult population reverted to a primitive ‘Male=hunter/gatherer, Female=caregiver' state of mind.

Katy, however, was sequestered in a separate chamber of the cave. The pool continued into the large chamber where she slept, as her tight, bulging belly slowly loosened up. She waddled into the ‘water' after a few hours and put her paws on the wall. Spreading her legs once more, she grunted and heaved, long ropes of grayish slime descending from her cunt and tailhole. It blended with the green slime already in the pool, her tummy nearly regaining its normal shape. The gray slurry dissipated as the two black tentacles rose out of the muck and began sliding up against her body. She licked and fondled them for a moment, before an attendant entered with a meal. She ate ravenously and, after catching her breath, assumed the mating position once more. This time, the tentacles pumped her belly even fuller than before. She couldn't even move from the pool this time. She fell asleep propped up on her stomach as the attendant walked away to feed other immobilized girls. And so it continued, for a week and a half; the tentacles would fill her to bursting, the walls of her uterus would slowly absorb the chemicals, becoming more and more elastic, nutrients from her nectar would absorb into the slime, which she squirted into the pool. And then, the day she had been preparing for finally came... PHASES THREE AND FOUR COMPLETE. BEGIN PHASE FIVE.

INITIAL IMPLANTATION OF PREPARED HOST(S). One day, her daddy entered the cavern, stark naked, manhood fully erect, and laid down beside the pool, to wait. Katy lay on her back, her legs split at more than a 180 degree angle, once more presenting her splayed buttocks to the pool, eager for breeding. The ebony appendages rose from the murky depths, this time with a small addition. Numerous long, stringy tentacles grew from the sides of the main organs, to hold the kitten steady as she was mounted. They wrapped around her tail and legs, rooting themselves in her gaping, yearning holes as the main tentacles slid deep inside her womb and bowels. Round, baseball sized lumps slowly rose up the length of the members, stretching Katy's pussy and ass repeatedly. The child purred and panted between each egg, mewling again and again in erotic shock and sensual surprise as each ovum breached her cervix. Her succulent, fertile womb bulged and heaved as the ovipositors inside her wriggled to find room for more precious life to fill her growing girth. After an hour of careful impregnation, the exhausted creatures finally withdrew, leaving Katy, her tummy lumpy and uneven, to rest as officer Mike entered the room in much the same condition as her father was.

PHASE FIVE COMPLETED: INITIAL IMPLANTATION OF PREPARED HOSTS. BEGIN PHASE SIX: FERTILIZATION. Katy awoke, her energy renewed, her cravings returned, a scant hour later. The time had done nothing to diminish her father's sizeable rod; indeed, he looked even larger than before. Rising to her feet, she cradled her massive load a few steps, panting heavily, before collapsing to her hands and knees. She crawled slowly, gazing lustfully at her father, spread-eagled on the ground, his monument of manhood glistening with pre.

The eggs were not yet complete; there was no seed to begin their growth...but there was a supply at hand to remedy the situation. She climbed atop her father's broad chest, her abdomen sliding across his, and straddled him. She raised her rump in the air, waddled backwards slightly, just until she felt the heat from his member on her cunny.

She dropped hard, the baby girl squeezing her tight pussy around her daddy's cock, slamming her ass down over and over again, her father holding onto her buttocks for dear life. He reached the point at which he should have climaxed, but the spores in his mind would not let him off so easily. The pressure built, the male bucking his hips into the air in time with his daughter's drops, plunging his throbbing, massive shaft deeper into his little girl each time, and finally, after half an hour of wild fucking, cum erupted violently from his burning hot length. So much seed blasted into his child's belly, that within seconds, her tummy lost its lumpy shape, filling out into a perfect, smooth sphere.

Her father spent beyond all normal accommodations of an average fur's capacity, she turned her attention to a much more fecund and virile mate: the policeman, Mike. So eager was he, that he simply pounced upon her, driving his rock hard dick straight into the child's tailhole. Gripping her legs, balancing her on her precious and plump midsection, he rocked back and forth vehemently, nearly crushing her with each Grecian-godlike-body-powered thrust. While she had stayed silent breeding with her father, Mike was a titan. She couldn't handle much more of the phallic pressure building in her rectum. She moaned haltingly in erogenic pain, louder with each copulation, stoking Mike and making him that much harder each time. After about forty minutes, he finally came, eliciting a sexually startled and exasperated "NGYUHH!!!!!" from Katy.

Her back arched, her head being thrown back, and her claws digging into the soft dirt as a quart of semen poured into her waiting belly. She swelled even larger from the onslaught of sexual juices, Mike lovingly cradling the massive, pregnant form in his hands, all while still mounting her. He finally withdrew, and the not-so-tiny kitten waddled slowly toward the main chamber.

PHASE SIX COMPLETE: FERTILIZATION. BEGIN PHASE SEVEN: COCOONING PROCESS. Katy surveyed the rampant orgy in the next room. Young girls of various species were being drilled by both tentacle and fur alike. A vixen was being inflated with expansion chemicals, white slime covering her every strand of fur. An already-pregnant cowgirl was riding on a wolf while her father drove into her from behind, and she sucked on a stallion with too much pressure to stand.

A white mouse girl whose six teats were already swelling, had been filled, fucked and fertilized, and was now being webbed to the wall, a la Xenomorph style, her swollen abdomen protruding, unslimed, from the pink glop.

Waddling and wading out into the pool-turned-lake, she climbed onto a small island in the middle and lay on her back as a huge purple tentacle, thick as an entire adult was around, descended from the ceiling and drooled stretchy, sticky pink slime onto her bloated belly. It sucked back on the thick rope of goo, taking the weight off of her organs. For a few days, she simply waited, as the carnation-colored cement holding her aloft was reapplied, tentacles slipping into her mouth to give her nourishment, her ass to remove waste, and her muff to relieve...needs. Out of nowhere, she felt several dozen pops inside of her burgeoning womb: the eggs had hatched, and now her offspring would grow. They squirmed in delight, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her womb. PHASE SEVEN COMPLETE: COCOONING PROCESS. BEGIN FINAL PHASE: GESTATION Seventeen months passed, as the slaves reinforced the cavern, digging it deeper, expanding rooms for the ‘lake' to flow into, finding little girls and their parents to present as more hosts, converting more of the population. The minions crossed state lines, setting up ‘sleeper cells' to await new breeding grounds' construction. Slowly, the world fell. Wars ended, pollution stopped, famine was prevented, diseases cured, and when the planet was once more in balance, people would recall everything. Eventually. But that day was far off, and before any reforming of civilization occurred, a new one would, quite literally, be born.

In the pit of the Forget-Me-Lot, dark grey slime thickly covered the walls, suspending some three thousand girls, ages six to ten, their massive bellies over twenty feet in diameter, bumps rising and falling as the creatures within slid and wriggled around inside their fleshy prisons. Tentacles led into their orifices, some pumping fluid in, others out, all helping to support the gravid girls.

Around the lake, moans and shrieks could be heard echoing in the distance, each followed by a shlurp and a plop. But only one creature, in all this ecstasy, was panting. Katy, her arms and legs dangling uselessly below her, was suspended above a tiny island in the center of the lake, nearly a football field's distance from shore, connected to several pillars by rigid, slimy struts, and from the ceiling by the massive slime tentacle. There was only one word to describe her abdomen.

Titanic. Over thirty feet in height and diameter, car-sized mounds bulged out from the sides of her gargantuan belly. Eight tight, man-sized teats dribbled milk from around her otherwise tiny frame. She looked around at other girls propped up on their own swollen forms, preparing to go into labor. Somewhere in the back of her spore-addled mind, she absently wondered if her time would ever come. A thick, ribbed tentacle slid in and out of her miraculously still-tight pussy, pleasuring the pregnant toddler for maybe the twelfth time that day.

But today was different; The glistening phallus sprayed something inside of her before pulling out. It spread throughout her bloodstream, triggering natural processes that had not yet been realized. From the outside, it appeared as thought she were deflating as thousands of gallons of amniotic jelly burst from between her legs, blasting forth with the pressure of two fire hoses. Katy moaned epically in relief, taking a brief moment of solace before her monstrous contractions began.

A huge ripple creased in the sides of her stomach and milk sprayed from her many teats; she felt whatever fetus-like creatures were inside her shifting around as one of them slid its way into her birth canal. It-

Was-

HUGE.

It squirmed and slithered just behind her cervix, the pressure distending her groin. "UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Katy heaved, the deep bellow blasting from her displaced diaphragm, as her rocket-like lactation increased even further. Once more, the pain/pleasure was unfathomable. Once more, her eyes rolled back in her head. Once more, her legs shot outward to a 180+ degree angle. She grabbed a pair of tentacles and squeezed them almost as tight as her vaginal muscles squeezed to purge herself of the squishy beast inside her.

Her nether lips finally parted as something off-white pushed its way through. She panted as the ‘head' crowned. She made a "HURRRRKKKK" noise as she labored to inch the mammoth creature out of her diminutive loins. She screamed in pain as it thrashed violently in her stretched passage.

After three hours of labor, sticking halfway out of the small child's rump was a white segmented worm approximately the size of a full-grown feral cow. She stopped breathing, her claws sinking into the soft appendages that she held onto for dear life, as the maggot's widest part passed out of her muff with a loud SSSHHHLLLURP, the larva landing in the ‘water' with a colossal splash of green goo. Katy gasped for air and went slack, passing out from the inhuman exertion she had just undergone. After an hour, she awoke to pressure building in her rectum. Her cheeks spread wide as she repeated the entire process with her tailhole.

And so, for six months, Katy would spend three to seven hours in labor, spraying milk wildly, birthing one slug at a time, then passing out and resting for around a hour, her tits refilling in that time, then she would awaken and begin again. She labored throughout the nights, being fed every two or three birth cycles, until finally, her poor stomach finally attained its original shape. While sleeping off her exhausting ordeal, her caretakers carried her across the slime lake, depositing her in her father's arms and sending them back to the surface. She had served her purpose, and would be left in peace for the rest of her days, her family and friend's never remembering what had happened to her, or to the other hundreds of girls, once all the larvae were born. The larvae, however, were not finished. After leaving their mother's bellies, they immediately swam to shore.

Half a dozen adult males hoisted the larvae, one at a time, carrying the mammoth maggots to their new hosts, where they would be presented to their new (and final) hosts. Hundreds of teenage girls, from fifteen to eighteen, lay on their backs, their knees in the air, legs splayed, eagerly waiting for their new burdens.

The worms' ‘heads' were placed by the nether regions of the young ladies, small receptors on the aliens' bodies detecting the faint, yet overpowering aroma, of nubile heat. Compressing themselves, they each forced their way into each older girl's womb, distending it greatly. Green slime dripped from each girl's pussy, hardening into a plug over each girl's vagina, as the creatures within cocooned themselves, and waited for the far-off day when their adult forms would be born.

Moans of ecstasy fell just short of the cave's entrance. Anybody not possessed would never guess what was happening inside. After all, it was just a quiet, simple, backwoods small town. Anyone could have missed it.