Beware the Yellow Berries
I was depressed. I was very depressed. High school had been weighing my emotions for some time in ways I couldn't pinpoint. My parents frequently made it clear that they would've been glad to put me up for adoption, if I hadn't been so old. It didn't help that we were the only ocelot family in town. I cried a lot. That morning, I had been crying as I had stepped off the bus. I didn't go inside. Instead, I had gone around the side of the building, where nobody could see me, then made a break for it.
My backpack had been filled with various necessities, my money, clothes, some food, things like that. I had planned on leaving for years, tried several times, and I figured this time would be no different. I would get as far as, say, the interstate, then be picked up by police and taken home. It was comfort, though, to keep trying. Maybe today, I'd get away, or get into some sort of accident.
Peh, and maybe a tree would propose undying love to me.
So there I was, standing at the side of the highway. I had the forest route in mind today. Perhaps, this time, I would go off the regular hiking trails and do some exploring in the back woods. Maybe, even, the police wouldn't find me for a while. That was a comforting thought.
A broken-down jeep pulled to the side of the road in response to my outstretched thumb. The man was your typical hillbilly, too. I had never thought the stereotypes had any validity, but this guy took the cake. He was a scruffy sheepdog with wild black and white fur, one ear missing a small chunk. He grinned at me like a guy in some cheesy comedy. I was severely tempted to tell him some crazy story, like I was trying to find my boyfriend in China or something. Instead, I took his outstretched hand and pulled myself up into the car. "Thanks," I said.
"No prob," he answered, then smiled. "Where d'you want to go?"
"Are you going to the national forest?"
"Not really, but I'll be passin' it. Will that do?"
"Of course." On that note, I leaned back and pulled my cap over my eyes. He didn't say anything for a few miles, then offered to turn on the radio. Of course, I jumped on the opportunity and turned it on. It was an old-fashioned one, the kind where you turn the knob to find the station.
The pair of us had a good time singing along to several popular songs, and some oldies too. You wouldn't believe the racket we made in that old jeep when "Yellow Submarine" came on. He took the lead, I backed up. It was great!
He stopped at the edge of the highway, shaking my hand and wishing me luck as I got out. I wished him the same. He must've thought I was a college student on vacation or something, I figured once he had left. Nevertheless, I made my way into the trees. It was warm out, and the sun was already high in the sky, and I was getting hungry. I wanted to get far from the highway before I ate, though.
The scattered bushes progressed into thick underbrush, which I trudged through. I disregarded the branches clawing at my pant legs, and squirmed my way through the dogwood. It was wonderful, like being in a jungle. Were I younger, I would have imagined wild lions and tigers hiding in there. Well, I did imagine lions and tigers, but I was old enough to do without.
I could hear water, and figured that I would stop and eat once I had found a good place near the river. I trudged along, hearing the water closer and closer. I was bound to find it soon!
I did. I stumbled over a steep bank and went tumbling head over tail into the water, which permeated my clothes and chilled me to the point where it was painful to move. I gasped, fought for the surface, got a gulp of air then was thrust down again. The foaming roar in my ears numbed my mind as well, and sharp rocks tore at the rest of me.
Somehow, my groping hands caught hold of something. I choked and sputtered, gripping it with all my life as the current rolled me over onto a sandy bank. My lungs and nose were aching from all the water I had inhaled, which I spent the better part of an hour coughing out. Mini bolts of lightning arced their way between my temples and through my exhausted muscles. I just managed to drag myself onto the grass when everything gave and I passed out.
It was almost sunset when my gritty eyes opened again. I felt better for wear, at least marginally. I was tired and cold, my fur clung to my skin, and most of my clothes had been torn off in the water. I had retained the remnants of a shirt, my bra, panties, and one sock. I sat up, and realized then that my hand still had hold of whatever I had used to drag myself from the water. Or rather, it had hold of me. It was wrapped around my wrist, but I was able to pull it off with ease.
It was a vine, thick around as my thumb, and it had a hold of my wrist. The surface was smooth for the most part, textured with small wart-like bumps. The color was like the surface of a cucumber, streaked green and darker. That vine, in turn, was attached to a very large plant that had several of these vines radiating from a central hub, a few considerably larger than the one around my wrist. The hub was vaguely mushroom-like, as big as a twin bed, round, and possibly very delicate. Flat, tapered leaves spread out in the sun, each at least seven feet long and quite thick. The whole plant looked like some alien starfish with those odd vines stretching outward.
The whole lot was surrounded on all sides with bushes flaunting bright yellow berries that peeked out starkly from dark green leaves, followed by a steep earth embankment. The area wasn't that bad a place to be in, shielded from the wind, water nearby, and if these berries weren't poisonous, food as well.
Well, considering I was lost, alone, and would probably be out here for days if not weeks, I tried to make the best of it. I drank some of the water presented to me, then picked a yellow berry and split it with my fingers, touching the juice to my tongue. It didn't burn, and was sweet. There were no seeds inside, though, which I found odd. It tasted very good, however, so I ate the whole thing.
It was like a potato chip. You just can't have one. I sat there, waiting as the sun set for any ill effects from the berry. My tongue burned oddly, not unpleasantly so, and I salivated for more. It had tasted so delicious and fruity, I was so very tempted to have more. The sun descended lower, though with agonizing slowness.
Then I gave up. With a mental scolding, I stood and plucked handful after handful of the berries off the bush, swallowing them down and relishing every drop of juice on my rough tongue. I was eating like a starving woman, and I realized with an acute suddenness that I was stoned. I laughed up at the purplish sky. Why did they call it stoned when it didn't involve rocks at all? I laughed some more.
On top of feeling giddy, my libido started to skyrocket. It started as that gentle prodding that said "wouldn't a good session of fingering myself be good?" then progressed rapidly toward "I gotta have something in my cunt, NOW!" The fact that I was miles from home and had left my vibrator in its usual place under my bed made me utter a few choice words, so I was forced to an alternative.
Lying down on the cushion in the center of the strange plant, I kicked off my panties, shirt, and bra, then proceeded to caress my skin. My eager fingers danced over the flesh of my plump breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipples until they stood tall and eager. Gentle tingles crept through my spine, and I lowered one hand to my clit, rubbing it with claws withdrawn and whimpering for something to shove in there.
That something brushed against my cheek, and I jumped, looking to see one of the vines, thick as the largest dildo I had ever seen, hovering inches in front of my nose. I could clearly see an X-shaped hole at the end of the oddly pointed bulge of the cap, leaking clear juices.
Something wrapped around my wrist, tightening and drawing it upward, the other wrist soon bound the same way and forced from my dripping cunt. I yowled in protest, claws coming out to try and cut the vines, but they were too strong. Bamboo could grow a foot in a day or faster, but this speed was more than I had ever expected from the plant kingdom. I cried out, whimpered, and still the vine hovered in front of my face.
A drop of the clear fluid fell, glistening in the fading light as it hit my breasts, soaking slowly into my fur so deliciously I wanted so much to lap it up, taste what had fallen. It soaked through to the skin below, and the area erupted with fire, as if being covered by a million kisses at once, and I gasped. The vine rose up and arched itself over my body, as if scrutinizing my tender young body.
The tip arced downward, examining my mound, and my body quivered with fear and need. If I could have, I would have grabbed that sunnofa-cucumber's fleshy vine and rammed it inside me myself. Instead, I lifted my legs and spread them, trying to arch my hips up toward the glistening head.
Oh, no, it had to hover above me, swaying and dancing between my outstretched legs. Another appeared above my head, slightly smaller than the one teasing me with its rhythmic dance. The new vine, marked with that same cross of a head, dipped down and hovered above my lips. I opened my mouth wide, desperate, and it didn't hesitate. It slid over my tongue without hesitation, the smooth skin tasting as good as the berries, spicy, sweet. I started swallowing it, desperately pressing my tongue against it in some dim hope that the stimulation would give the plant motive to dive into my dripping pussy and get these urges satiated!
It was amazingly easy to swallow, considering its size. The flexible stem disappeared between my dark lips as I urged it deeper and deeper with my tongue. It was past my throat, and I could feel it wriggling faintly as it traced the path to my stomach. My saliva coated it, making it impossibly slick, moist, and sweet against my tongue.
The vine pulled back, almost to the point of leaving my mouth, then slid down again, making me burn with even more need than before. I had to have something inside me. If I didn't, I would burst! I would die!
My limbs twitched involuntarily as I felt a touch, and my eyes flew open to see the dancing vine with its head against my cunt, lapping up and down and becoming coated even further with my juices. My lips burned even more hotly with its own lubricant, and I swore that I could feel my own juices start to pour out and over the base of my tail, soaking my fur.
The damn tease! I thought, jerking my head up so that the vine in my mouth thrust even deeper than it had intended, bumping against my stomach. I could see the end of it briefly against me, just below my ribcage. The plant shivered, literally, as if it couldn't stand it any longer either. The fat head pressed against my opening, twisting, squirming, and stretching the walls.
It was painful, yes, but the pain was overridden by the pleasure, the deep burning from the fluid, the relief of having those walls touched and caressed, of being filled with something out of a sexually-deprived botanist's wet dream. I could've moaned, had the vine in my mouth not been sliding in and out in time with the dance the other vines followed.
The one in my cunt pressed farther, then slid back, then thrust forward with more force than before. My body convulsed with the force of it. My inner walls were coated with the stuff. I burned so much, it was practically numb. I felt a tightness inside. What was there? My cervix? Yes, that was it, my cervix felt tight from the burning.
As much as I tried to hold it back, to make this deliciousness last just a while longer, I couldn't hold it. The pressure built higher and higher as the plant thrust deeper into my body. My hands clenched, my toes curled, and everything inside exploded with total pleasure. Every nerve sang with the strength of this mighty climax, tossing my body in a sea of ecstasy where it was thrown about in a great tempest powered by the still-continuing thrusts that seemed to penetrate my cervix and dive into my womb.
I was exhausted, and the plant settled down, lying still inside me. I couldn't have survived another orgasm of that strength. My arms and legs were unbound, and the tentacles curled around me almost protectively. The tentacle in my mouth pulled out to the point where my lips curled around the head. It started to leak a warm, sweet, sticky fluid which I swallowed with great relief. I drank until I was full to bursting, at which point I tugged on the vine to get it out of my mouth. It obliged, withdrawing and curling instead around my neck. My eyes drooped, my body sagged, and I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next day I was invigorated. I woke with the sun, and the vines were still curled tenderly about my whole body. I stirred, pushed them away, and they moved half on their own to spread out to either side. The yellow berries, I noticed, had shriveled up during the night, no longer the tempting yellow globes that they had been. No matter, I was still full from the plant's offering.
I stood, stretching sore muscles and walking to the water's edge. Something tugged my hips, sending a shiver up from my clit. I glanced down, seeing the green vine still embedded deep in my pussy. I frowned faintly, and reached down, tugging. I was rewarded by a jolt of pleasure, but it didn't budge. My feet stumbled forward, yanking that pleasure-cord so hard it was almost painful, but still it didn't move. It felt as if the plant had attached itself to my cervix. There I was, almost like a furry fruit on a stem, and I could only barely reach the water.
I knelt, which eased the tugging, and took several long drinks from the river. My clothes were nearby, but out of reach from my pussy-tether, so I didn't bother and walked back to the plant where I curled up on the mushroom-center. The vines gladly wrapped themselves around me, keeping the chilly morning air off my fur.
At noon, or near noon as I presumed by the height of the sun, the plant extended a vine to me, brushing it against my lips. I took it, slid it over my tongue, and was rewarded with a squirt of that delicious nectar that seemed more nourishing than twelve thanksgiving dinners.
The plant wouldn't let me go for the next few days, but it fed me well. My skin started to get softer and smoother, and it seemed more pliable than before. I found myself able to stretch the skin on my stomach almost far enough to touch my knees, given I curled them up first. My body also became more toned, given all the "exercise" I was given whenever I wanted it. The plant did respond when I wanted another round, which I made clear of very early on.
One night, I was lying stretched out on the plant, gazing at the rising moon, when one of the vines brushed the underside of my breast. I blinked, then smiled, stroking the vine back with my fingers. "Are you suggesting something?" I purred, then chuckled, reaching down to fondle my stretched lips, spreading a little bit of my juices on the shaft. The plant shivered, and all the vines came to life at once.
It didn't need to restrain me anymore, given it had me firmly attached through the hips, and the vines spent more time caressing the skin of my breasts and thighs, stroking my fur and brushing over my nipples. I shivered and sighed, spreading my legs as the vine already inside me tugged backwards, sending a jolt through my spine. I gasped with delight, then thrust my hips forward onto the plant's shaft.
It built up a steady rhythm, pumping in and out as the vines touched me all over, especially the places it had learned that I especially enjoyed. It held me, I twisted, I writhed, I moaned, but nobody would hear me, not out in these back woods. Higher and higher I climbed until it became too much and I was rocked in another mind-blowing orgasm.
Something was different this time, though. Something started to flood into me, a warmth that was unexpected. I shivered, I came down, bathed in warm pleasure while I glanced down at myself. The plant's vine had grown by at least half a diameter, and I clearly felt something being pushed into my belly, an incredibly warm fluid. I reached down, felt the vine, and felt the liquid flowing under my fingertips.
My stomach was swelling, though without pain or discomfort, and the stretch in my skin became very apparent to me. The whole time, this plant, this living thing had been preparing my body for this. It felt good.
I groaned faintly, but not out of any ill feelings. The swelling was very visible, and rapid, but sadly came to a stop when I was big enough to have swallowed a bowling ball.
My fingertips gently played over the skin of my swollen belly, then my attention was diverted yet again when the vine inside me squirmed, twisted, and snapped, leaving a piece inside me. My fingers dove in immediately to inspect just what it had done. There, I could feel, was a plug, sealed tightly shut, that spread smoothly over the bump of my cervix. I pinched it with my fingers and tugged, getting a distinctive feeling that it was effectively sealed on the other side.
The flora, however, presented me with its usual offering of a meal and a place to sleep. I frowned, but accepted it skeptically and curled up to once again sleep off the effects of the plant's ministrations.
It only seemed a moment before I was awakened, but not on my own. It was barely dawn and the plant was nudging my shoulders, vines spread and leaving me chilly. I groaned, rubbed my eyes, and was prodded again. I stood, the vines waved and poked at me from all sides and I retreated to the other side of the space, out of reach of those vines.
The imbalance of having at least half a gallon of alien flora seed in my belly was a bit awkward at first, of course, and I nearly stumbled into the river. I took the plant's advice, though, and left it alone, crawling out of the hole sunk in next to the river. There were no distinctive landmarks, so I decided to follow the river's course upstream. A part of me hoped that I would find another plant like the one that had been so, I daresay, kind to me.
Toward dusk, I nearly slipped into it. It was another sunken hole beside the river, and in the dim light I could see a plant almost identical to the one I had left. My heart leaped for joy, and I nearly leaped into the pit, but I decided instead on carefully sliding down. It was surrounded by bushes, but they didn't have berries on them at all. They seemed to provide cover more than anything, but that was the least on my mind.
I dove onto the open center of the plant, stretching spreadeagled as the vines rose curiously around me. One dipped down between my legs, brushing against my sensitive lips with avid curiosity. It seemed to like what it smelled, or tasted, or felt, for it probed and slid its way inside. I groaned, shivering and smiling while it explored my inner depths, probing every inch of skin before finally settling on the plug the first had left inside me.
I smiled more with contentment than sexual drive, feeling the slim vine pressing against the plug and opening it, like a key does a lock. It slid deeper inside me, and I felt some of the contained liquid flowing into my vagina. That was only a moment before the shaft locked into place and swelled.
I shivered, of course, feeling it expand inside me, and indeed all along its length. This plant injected more into me, causing my belly to expand even farther, until even my elastic skin was feeling tight around my waistline. I cried out, shivered, squirmed, then felt the plant cut the flow.
It pulled out, and a gush of liquid escaped me before the plug sealed itself up, trapping these liquids inside me. I sat up, almost feeling the currents within my swollen gut. I wasn't without reward, though, as this plant offered a vine much like the other one had. I accepted it, pleased to be greeted by a tangy flavor rather than sweet, the liquid flowing down my throat to give me new strength. It nudged me, once, and I took the hint to leave after I had taken my fill.
The climb back out was ten times as hard, and I ended up having to go up on my back. What should I have expected, anyhow? I looked like I was at least a week overdue, given the bloated state of my stomach, and the changes had only occurred in the last twenty-four hours, not nine months.
It was relatively easy finding my way back to my original plant, and by the time I had found it, I was desperately in need of a bed. I slid down the embankment, then found my place in the center of the vines, where I was welcomed and embraced, then soon fell asleep.
The plant kept me for the next few weeks, occasionally sticking a vine inside me to squirt something obviously thick and sticky into my womb, but I left it at that. I didn't want to leave this place, not now, not when there was something so obviously magical happening inside me. My waist shrunk at first, becoming only a rounded bulge.
I was amazed that the police hadn't found me, considering I had been with the plant at least three months. The nights started to get much colder, and I became afraid that with the turning of the leaves, my plant would shrivel up and die, leaving me without food or shelter.
One night, while I was lying in the center of the plant, curled up in the vines, I looked up to see a snowflake drifting down. All the trees had lost their leaves, and several of the vines had shriveled and the bushes were no more than twigs.
The plant shivered, bringing the thick leaves and vines up to cover my head. I curled up, blinking in the darkness. The green walls rippled slightly as the whole plant protectively and jealously wrapped all its thick leaves around me. A vine descended, brushing insistently against my lips until I conceded, feeling the finger-thick vine plunge down my throat to settle in my stomach.
Two roots emerged from below, this time each positioning themselves to remove my waste before it could contaminate the safe little haven. I blinked, then smiled, relaxing in the warm confines of the plant.
Winter was spent sleeping and exercising vigorously through violently sexual feedings of my seeds. Every time I woke, I marveled at my stomach. I soon began to feel little hard lumps the size of marbles beneath my skin. They grew steadily, and I began to pass the time between naps by trying to count them. There must have been from thirty to fifty in there, maybe even more.
I woke up once to find the vine a shriveled husk in my mouth. I coughed, reached up, and tried to pull it out. Part of it broke off, and I was forced to digest it. Everything around me crackled dryly, and my heart leaped into my throat.
Stumbling from my over sized load, I scrambled to my feet, the whole plant disintegrating around me. It was clearly dead, and tears sprung to my eyes as bright, warm sunshine beat down upon my head. "No, please," I whispered, stepping out and kneeling next to the shriveled, yellowing plant. "I'm carrying your seeds, you can't just leave me."
It wouldn't move, it wouldn't respond, and I cried, stumbling and scrambling up the embankment. Tears streamed down my face, my hand clutching my considerable belly. The seeds inside were clearly the size of hen's eggs.
I felt the plug inside me sliding down through my vagina, and I paused just long enough to reach in and pull the slimy thing out. I hiccuped, holding the dark green piece of plant which had held me closed whenever the seeds weren't being fed.
The seeds. With a sudden flash of realization, I dropped the used plug and thrust two fingers deep inside me, coming into contact with my cervix. It was wide open, and beyond I could feel a hard, smooth surface, just inches from escaping my womb.
I halted my progress, turning around and sliding quickly back down the bank. I placed a hand on my belly, the other still firmly lodged in my cunt, and pushed. Sure enough, the hard, round seed popped out, causing my vaginal walls to twitch and dance from unexpected pleasure. I went to my knees, twitching as a small orgasm bounced its way from my clit to my tits and back.
My slick fingers slowly drew out the prize, a smooth, walnut brown shape the size of an egg. My eyes watered again, and I reached forward to dig a small hole near its parent. I buried it shallowly, patting the ground before heading away to find someplace to go.
After going upstream sometime, I came into contact with a thick underbrush of dogwood. It was familiar, and I realized that I must be close to the highway. Wanting so much to run, but burdened way too much, I chose a direction and walked.
By the time I spotted asphalt, I was exhausted. The bright sun shone down, and I hoped dearly that someone would come soon. Clutching my belly and disregarding the fact that I was naked, I stuck out my thumb in the customary fashion.
One ride in a police car later, I was at the station retelling my story. "So when I came to, I found that I had inadvertently grabbed onto the vine of a very unusual plant.."
"If you'll excuse me to interrupt, madam," the officer said, looking a bit confused. "What you've told me so far does not explain why you have been gone for almost a year and are now in the.. motherly state."
I grinned, reaching under the robe I had been given to finger my pussy lips. "This belly is not what you expect. You see, that plant needed me." I closed my eyes briefly as I pushed out a seed, twitching with pleasure. I then set it on the table. "My womb is full of its seeds now."
He gaped a bit, staring at the warm seed as my juices dried on its wooden surface. "How will I know you're not lying?" he said suddenly.
"Well you can just come over here and feel my stomach yourself." He didn't get a chance at that, though. At that very moment, my mother, towing along my father, burst in with her eyes full of tears.
"Oh my sweet little girl!" she cried, rushing toward me. I stopped her short by rolling back my chair and bringing my bulging belly into full view. "Oh my god, who did this to you?" she cried.
I grinned. "Nobody you'd know. I plan on letting the little ones do the same to me as the parent, though." My mother certainly looked a bit faint, and sick, so I reached over to the table and grabbed the seed. "Here, mom, this is my second-born." I then tossed it toward her. She didn't have the reflexes, so my dad ended up catching it and examining it with high scrutiny.
"Jenny, what the hell is this?"
My grin only went even wider. "It's a seed, dad. It's from a plant that takes a female host and fucks her rotten. I'm full of those right now. I'd love to find nice homes for all these seeds."
Did they believe me? I don't know. Either way, they took me home and scolded me for running away..
A few weeks later, my belly was empty, and eBay had several new auctions up. The description was simple. "Seed to new large breed of plant guaranteed to bring pleasure to any woman."
Of course, a few of them I used for other purposes. Six of them I donated to a botanical research facility. One was planted back with the dead plant I once called lover.
.. And two were buried in the back yard.