Fantasy Impregnated by Alien Plants

Nettie Chestermere loved plants.

But men, not so much.

Nettie Chestermere was asexual. She didn't know it, at first. When she was in high school, she was puzzled by her female classmates' burgeoning interest in men. Who really cared?

Sure, they had those long pointy things, but Nettie Chestermere didn't need that; her own fingertips served her just as well.

When she got to college, Nettie wondered if perhaps she might be a lesbian. She tried it once. But the feeling of another woman's sweaty breasts pressed against her own made her ill. And when the woman implored Nettie to eat her out down there, Nettie kicked her out of her dorm room. After handing her her clothes.

But plants were different.

Nettie loved plants.

She filled her home with them. In her 20's, she worked in a garden center; in her 30's, she owned her own garden center; and now, in her 40's, she was perfectly content living around plants. She tolerated customers in her garden center only because they helped pay the bills.

Nettie had a garden in her large backyard, which was wild and untamed. She lived on the edge of town in Lexfield, Saskatchewan. It was a quiet life; the most exciting thing she had heard were the rumors of a UFO landing in Alberta, a few hundred miles west, a few weeks ago.

The Survey Service had been said to have closed off the crash site and investigated for weeks. Nothing solid ever came from it; it all probably had been just a training drill.

But one day, a few weeks after that incident, Nettie found something unusual growing in her backyard garden. It was no surprise that wildflowers and strange things took root, and she was always curious to see what was developing there.

This new plant was the oddest thing she had ever seen. It was curled up like a vine, but had leaves that were soft and mossy, and it seemed to form a solid, cylindrical shape. It was about four inches tall.

Nettie went through all her plant databases but couldn't identify it. She decided to water it and see what developed.

It grew rapidly, most rapidly in height, but also width. It was curled like a vine, but the sides were mossy. Nettie idly touched the moss one day with a bare hand, and felt a jolt. It felt good.

From them on Nettie touched the plant every day, petting it like a dog. It seemed to grow firmer and faster under her feminine touch. Within two weeks it had grown tall, nearly four feet, and it was wide, more than a foot.

It had little white flowers growing among the moss, as well as seed pods growing on top. When Nettie smelled the scent of the white flowers, she felt intoxicated. And as she touched the plant, she felt more and more... excited. Physically excited. Once it had grown tall, whenever she touched it, she started to feel an ache in her vagina. An ache she had never felt with anyone, anyone else. Outside of the mirror in her bedroom.

Casual touching of the plant became caresses. Nettie started to spend long sessions in her garden petting the plant, touching it as one would the body of a lover. And then one day Nettie looked around and realized she had privacy; living on the very edge of town, her nearest neighbors were a half mile down the road.

And so, for some reason, she took off her clothes. All of them, on a warm morning in May. Nettie looked hesitant, for a moment. And then she pressed her soft breasts against the plant. It felt soft and hard at the same time; the moss was soft and gentle on her skin, but the center of the plant was hard. Suddenly, she felt tremendously sexually aroused.

Nettie rubbed her face against the plant and felt intoxicated. Her sexual excitement only increased further. She hugged the tall, cylindrical plant with both arms, and started to rub her pubic hair experimentally against the moss. It felt so incredibly good!

Nettie rubbed her body up and down, up and down, rubbing her clitoris against the soft, moist moss. It felt so perfect. In moments, she was coming, crying out with her orgasm.

After that, Nettie had sex with the plant several times a day. It grew taller and thicker. And then one day, after she had climaxed with her head pressed against the plant, she heard a voice in her head.

It is time.

Nettie looked around. Where had she heard that? Had someone snuck into her yard while she had been... distracted?

It is time.

Nettie looked at the plant. "Did you say that?"

Yes.

"What is it time for?"

To save your planet.

"What do you mean?"

Your animal life is destroying your planet. You generate huge amount of human waste.

"Yes, we do," said Nettie.

You tear up your environment, AND destroy the resources of your planet.

"Yes, yes, we do all that," said Nettie excitedly.

I offer you a way to save your planet.

"How? How are you going to change mankind's ways?"

By changing mankind. And you will help me.

"So what's selling well, Nettie?" Joanna Greenberg asked.

"I have just the perfect plant for you," said Nettie, repeating what she had been telling every female customer for the past four weeks. She brought Joanna over to a line of tall, mossy vines that were curled up like a cylinder, nearly five feet high and eighteen inches wide.

"That's big," said Joanna.

"But beautiful," said Nettie. "It's a best seller. I'm having trouble keeping up with the demand."

"Really?" said Joanna doubtfully.

"Yeah. Smell the white flowers."

Joanna reached over and smelled them. The smell was powerful. A shudder went through her body, and her eyes widened. Suddenly, she knew she had to have it. She asked Nettie to have someone help her load it up into her car. As she paid for it, Nettie said casually, "And if you grow any saplings, feel free to bring them back here, I'd love to buy them from you."

"Is this plant really fertile?" Joanna asked.

"Oh, incredibly fertile," said Nettie, giving a wide smile. "You'll see."

Joanna brought the plant home. Despite its size, it was fairly light, which she appreciated. She put it in the living room near the window so it would get some light.

Rudy barely noticed it when he came home, even though it was a large plant. Rudy was like that.

After they had dinner, Joanna said, "You haven't said a word about my new dress. Do you like it?" It was blue and it was new and she had bought it just for him. She twirled around in it. "What do you think?"

"I like what's in it," said Rudy, putting down his beer bottle long enough to grab her by the arms.

Joanna tended the plant. The smell of the white flowers seemed to draw her in. The first time she touched the plant was electric. She felt an erotic jolt though her body. She touched her hand. The plant had left a kind of oily residue on it. She rubbed her hand against her arm and shivered. Her nipples got hard.

Joanna began to have serious petting sessions with the plant. The oil seeped into her skin and made her very excited. She felt the urge to undress during her sessions with her plant. With trembling fingers she pulled off her shirt and unstrapped her bra. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. She smoothly pulled off her pants and underwear. She knew this was bizarre but she couldn't help herself. She started touching the planet and getting very excited and before long was using one hand to rub herself between the legs even as she fondled the planet with her other hand.

And then one day Joanna got the idea to actually rub her body against the plant. Joanna wrapped her legs around it and started to rub. It felt so wonderful. It was soft and mossy on the outside, but firm on the inside. The first time she got a clitoral orgasm, rubbing her nether lips against the tree, it was so strong that she fainted for several seconds afterwards.

After that she started a routine. After Rudy left for work she would have her first session with the plant. Then, at lunch, a second session, and then in the late afternoon, a third, right before Rudy came home. Her need started to build up in the evenings, but she always gritted her teeth, hanging on and waiting breathlessly for Rudy to leave for work the next morning. She started to literally help him get dressed and even pushed him out the door.

Rudy started to notice the change in her too. Joanna became less and less interested in sex with him. The plant had adjusted her mind. Joanna hadn't merely become sexually attracted to the plant; she had also, at the same time, become unattracted to Rudy. Somewhere along the line she had lost her attraction to her husband of 12 years.

She let Rudy take her a few times, for his benefit, but she was like a limp doll and never achieved orgasms. Rudy noticed (eventually) and asked what was wrong, but Joanna was not responsive.

And then one day, Joanna had had enough and she resisted Rudy's advances. Rudy, who was high on beer, shouted, "What's the matter? Why not?"

"I... I'm not into it anymore," said Joanna.

"Is it another man? Are you seeing someone else?" said Rudy, taking a swig of beer.

"No, no, it's not like that at all."

"A woman, then?" said Rudy, getting a queer gleam in his eye.

Joanna, flustered, shook her head and left the room.

She should have expected what happened next. The next day, after Rudy left for work, he made an unexpected visit home around lunchtime. Just in time to find Joanna rubbing her vagina against the plant.

Joanna was too far gone, orgasmically, to even hear the sound of the door opening. Rudy watched open mouthed as she climaxed, rubbing her nether lips hard against the column of the plant.

"Ooooh!" Joanna yelled, poling up and down. "Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh" and then she collapsed in a heap on the floor by the plant.

"What the FUCK?" Rudy cried.

Joanna immediately sat up and opened her eyes. "Rudy! What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing with that plant?"

"I... I...."

"For a plant!" said Rudy, understanding immediately. "You're cuckolding me with a fucking plant!"

"Rudy-"

"Well, out it goes," said Rudy, stepping forward.

"Rudy, no!" she tried to put a hand out to stop him. But Rudy was implacable. He reached out and grabbed the plant with both hands. Suddenly, a shock went through his body. He rubbed his hands together. They felt oily. As Rudy continued to rub his hands, he started to get sexually aroused.

"Yes, Rudy, it's nice, isn't it?" said Joanna. "It's even nicer when you rub the plant. Like this," she said, taking his hands, and started to rub them over the base of the plant.

Rudy began to breathe heavily as his hands rubbed the plant up and down, up and down. He inhaled the sweet scent of the white flowers and his heart started to race. Before he fully understood what was going on, Joanna was fumbling with his clothes, and he was helping her.

Before long Rudy was totally naked. He required no prompting to rub his chest against the plant. At this point, it was purely instinctual. The oily residue started to seep into his skin. He started to pant faster. He started to rub his penis against the mossy side of the plant. It felt so good.

"Yes, Rudy, that's right, that's so right," said Joanna soothingly, rubbing his back.

But Rudy was barely aware of her. All he could think of was rubbing his body against the plant. His penis quickly grew erect.

And then Rudy's head cocked, as if he were hearing a whispered suggestion, and instead of rubbing his penis against the plant, he put it inside the plant.

Joanna had noticed the holes in the plant appearing, at waist level, several weeks ago. She had worried that the plant was getting injured, but it seemed as healthy as ever.

And now Rudy was thrusting inside one of them. He groaned, and as he pulled out with each thrust, Joanna saw his penis was coated with wet juices from the plant.

And then Joanna saw something she had never seen before. As Rudy thrust into the plant on one side, a phallus came out of the plant on the other side, from one of the other holes. The phallus was thick and green. It couldn't be Rudy's penis; he wasn't long enough to come out of the plant on the other side. And this phallus was lower down, and slanted upwards at a 45 degree angle, while Rudy was thrusting on a horizontal plane.

But still, as Rudy thrusted, so did this phallus.

Joanna was inexplicably drawn to it. It was at just the right height for her. She moved over it and spread her vaginal lips, and slowly impaled herself on it during an upwards thrust.

"Oh!" she moaned. It felt so hard, so thick. Much more so than Rudy.

And then they proceeded to have sex, sort of. Every time Rudy would thrust into the plant, the plant would thrust its own phallus into Joanna. Rudy was definitely the engine behind it; the thrusts were too perfectly coordinated. Joanna wrapped her arms around Rudy, and he wrapped his arms around her. They stared into each other's eyes. With each thrust, it felt as if Rudy were thrusting into her, instead of the plant intermediary.

And then Rudy's thrusts grew faster and faster, and he got that pleased and pained look on his face and he whispered, "It's coming, babe." And he shuddered and climaxed, even as he continued to thrust.

So did the plant. Joanna felt the plant phallus explode inside of her, shooting something into her vagina.

They both collapsed into a ball together on the floor.

"Wasn't that good, honey?" She whispered.

"Yeah," said Rudy, still breathing heavily.

Joanna looked at her nether lips. She saw a greenish white substance dripping out, like a mixture of sperm and... something else.

That evening, they had sex again with the plant. After that, by unspoken agreement, they only had sex using the plant as an intermediary. It simply felt so much better than sex between the two of them.

And yet, even using the plant, they still felt the intimacy they had had with each other. As Rudy thrusted, Joanna felt the illusion of his shaft thrusting into her. It was his hands she held when they had sex; it was his eyes she looked into when she orgasmed; it was a new form of togetherness, made possible by the plant.

Joanna went back to the nursery to thank Nettie, giving her a big hug,

"So you like the plant?" said Nettie, grinning.

"Oh yes, and so does Rudy! It's really helped bring us closer together," said Joanna.

"And that's the beginning. Be sure to bring me any saplings it may produce."

Saplings. So far the plant hadn't grown any new shoots. Joanna wondered about that. But not for long.

Two days later she felt a rumbling in her stomach. The next day her stomach started to get bigger. She told Rudy about it. "I... I think there's something growing inside of me," she said.

Rudy gave her a wolfish grin.

Four days later she was clearly, heavily pregnant, so much so that she could no longer have sex with the plant. Rudy didn't mind. All he wanted was plant sex. She watched him thrusting into the plant without her. And when he came, his greenish white sperm shot out the other side, onto the carpet.

And then, two days later, she felt a stirring within her. "Rudy, I... I...."

She took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub, spreading her legs. She felt the urge to push, and she did. Before long a tiny white object started to emerge from her vagina. Rudy ever so gently pulled it out.

"I think there's more," Joanna whispered. She groaned, and several minutes later pushed another one out.

There were four in all. When they touched them, the white coating started to fragment under their fingertips. Underneath each one was a tiny, tiny plant.

The saplings.

Joanna cried and hugged and kissed Rudy. She immediately put the plants in dirt and watered them.

The next day, she brought them in to Nettie. Nettie, looking very pleased, hugged and kissed her.

"The first of many," Nettie cried, taking the pots with the plants away from her. Joanna felt a pinch of concern. They were her babies.

"Of many?"

"From now on, this is the only way you will reproduce. Soon this will be the only way mankind will reproduce," said Nettie.

"But... what about people?"

"People are a cancer, Joanna," said Nettie, looking her straight in the eye. "They are destroyers of the environment. Trust me, the Earth will breathe a lot easier when it's filled with these," she said, looking at the plants, "rather than us."

At that moment Joanna understood the true nature of the plant. Its purpose was to hijack the dominant species on the Earth, human beings, and substitute itself for them by taking over their reproduction cycles. Without firing a shot, these plants would soon wipe out the human race... and she was eagerly cooperating with it.

For a time, Joanna realized this was wrong, and that she shouldn't do it anymore. She resolved to go home and warn Rudy.

But when she got home, she found Rudy already there, completely nude, rubbing against the tree. He looked so sexy with his large erection rubbing against the side of the plant. Joanna had the urge to warn him about what the plant was doing to them, about its plans for mankind, but instead of saying anything, she found herself fumbling to take off her clothes. Within moments she was rubbing against the other side of the plant. The urge was simply too strong.

As they started the reproduction ritual, as she looked into Rudy's eyes while the plant phallus thrusted into her, Joanna realized the terrible and wonderful consequences of what they had fallen into.

Homeplanet Security was called into investigate, Major Samantha Arden, Colonel Jack Sullivan, General Henderson, and their alien friend, Dunlop 4.

"They are called Krions," said Dunlop 4, sitting at the conference table on HomePlanet Security Headquarters. "At least, they are from the planet Krion. On most planets, the most advanced form of life is usually animal in nature. But not on Krion. For many millennia, animals were the dominant form of life. But then a certain kind of plant evolved, one which co-opted and disrupted the reproductive systems of animal life."

"Disrupted?" said General Henderson.

"In animal life forms, the urge to mate is triggered by a series of chemical and visual cues," said Dunlop 4. His eyes casually wandered over to Sam's prominent breasts for a moment, before hastily turning away as she started to notice, with a startled look on her face. Dunlop continued as if nothing had happened. "The Krions were able to duplicate that genetic programming and turn it to their advantage. They were able to tap into each animal species's genetically programmed urges to mate, and turn them in a different direction. Animals that once had the urge to mate with each other, now only wanted to mate with the plant, or to mate with others using the plant with an intermediary."

"Isn't three a crowd?" Jack asked. Sam restrained a laugh.

"When a Krion is used as an intermediary, it disrupts the DNA of the male's reproductive fluids, changing it to suit its own purposes. When the female gets pregnant, she ends up giving birth to more Krions, not those of her own species."

"People have sex with plants?" Jack asked. "How do they... how do they..."

"The Krion plants typically assume a size and shape to fit the species they are trying to co-opt," said Dunlop 4.

"But still... sex with a plant?" Jack made a face.

"Colonel Sullivan," said General Henderson. "Let's try not to get hung up on the technical details."

"We thought we had destroyed the Krions," said Dunlop 4. "But the seed of a sapling found its way onto one of our ships, and deposited itself on a colony world named Kendra 2. Within a generation, all sentient life was wiped out on the planet. All that remained were the Krions."

"And the people of Kendra 2 did this willingly?" General Henderson asked.

"They were compelled to. The plant took control of their most basic instinct," said Dunlop. "The need to reproduce."

Joanna felt that things were going very well with Rudy and the plants. She had just given birth to a second wave of plantlings. Nettie had been so excited that she had hugged Joanna and promised to throw her a party.

Her sex life with Rudy continued to be wonderful. But she began to feel a nagging need in her head. The need to spread the joy of the plants, to others.

One by one, she began to invite her female friends over to see her new plant. She invited them to smell the white flowers, to touch the cool moss. Once they did, they were hooked. Joanna gave each one of them saplings to grow in their garden, knowing that in mere weeks they would be enjoying the same bliss that she and Rudy were.

Only her friend Agatha Rosenstein, a sharp 38 year old redhead with stubborn opinions of her own, refused to touch the plant or smell the flowers.

"It looks nice enough," said Agatha, staring at it. Actually, to her, something looked a bit odd about the plant. "A little large, for an indoor plant, perhaps."

"Touch the moss, Agatha," said Joanna, waving her closer.

"No thanks, dear," said Agatha.

"Come on, Agatha! You'll really like it, I promise," said Joanna.

Agatha just frowned and turned away.

Joanna grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?"

Joanna physically pulled her until she pressed Agatha's hand against the moss.

"Let go!'

Joanna moved Agatha's hand up and down, up and down, twice before Agatha could pull away.

"What have you-" said Agatha, feeling a spark in her clitoris. She suddenly looked at her hand with great interest, as if it were a work of art. She started to rub her fingers, feeling the oils seeping into her bloodstream. She seemed mesmerized.

"Yes," said Joanna softly. She lifted Agatha's other hand, and now, without resistance, pressed it against the plant. With little prompting, Agatha started to rub her hand up and down it.

"Yes, that's right. That's the way, you're getting there," said Joanna.

Agatha started to moan. Her nipples grew hard.

Joanna looked into her eyes, and saw the sense of newfound urgency. Joanna hurriedly helped Agatha out of her clothes, and then disrobed herself.

Before long the two women were poling against the tree, hugging each other, staring each other in the eye as their clitorises were stimulated by the soft mosses of the tree. They both went up and down at the same time, as if they were lovers. And when Agatha cried out with her orgasm, Joanna did as well.

When they had finished and gotten dressed, Agatha took a sapling home for her husband Herbert. She was sure he would love it.

So was Joanna.

At the garden center, Nettie decided to hold a party, to thank the women who had helped grow new saplings. She also wanted to attract men, very much aware that there was a growing sexual imbalance, as most of her customers were women. She told all the women to invite their spouses, their boyfriends, even their male friends from work. Any sexually mature man they could get their hands on, who hadn't yet been sold on the joys of the Saskatchewan Wild Moss, as they were now calling it.

The party was held on a Thursday evening after the Garden Center had closed for regular customers. People milled about, drinking refreshments in her largest greenhouse, one which had been converted entirely to cultivating Saskatchewan Wild Moss. She had purposefully spread the plants all over the greenhouse, creating narrow paths to walk around them, so that visitors would always be within a few feet of the exotic plants.

When she felt that attendance had reached its maximum size, Nettie banged a spoon on a glass and called for everyone's attention.

"Thank you all so much for coming! What a wonderful turnout we have tonight!" Indeed, it was wonderful. There were more than 60 people, and almost half of them were men. Most of the women already knew the joys of the Saskatchewan Wild Moss Plant, but none of the men did. That was about to change.

"I want to welcome all the new faces I see here. I think after tonight you will all know and appreciate the joys of having a green thumb."

The crowd politely laughed at her lame joke.

"I have called you here tonight for a serious reason. The human race is destroying the planet. We need to pursue a green solution, one that will take us on a more ecologically sound ground. There is just such a plant which can help us do that. Specifically, I'd like to introduce the men to one of our bestselling plants, the Saskatchewan Wild Moss. Men, why don't you go up to the plants. Go up to the plants, feel that cool moss under your fingertips."

A few of the men reached out and touched the moss, but as expected, many of them didn't.

Nettie smiled, and she felt a ripple through the air, as if a signal was somehow being given.

And then the seed pods on top of each of the plants burst, scattering seeds anywhere. Those who had adapted to the plant's ecology were immune, feeling a mild euphoria; but those who had never encountered the plant before were struck dumb. It was as if they were in a daze.

Nettie suddenly spoke in a business-like, commanding tone. "Girls! Girls! Get their clothes off! Get their clothes off and wrap each of their arms around one of the plants! Hurry, we don't have much time!"

The women in the audience started to strip the men of their clothing. The men, who barely blinked, seemed to be only vaguely aware of what was going on. The men, along with the three women who hadn't yet been exposed to the plant, were stripped nude, and made to lie against a plant, with their chest and arms around it.

A few minutes later, the men started to come around. They awoke to find themselves totally nude, and hugging a plant. The oils of the moss had had time to work itself into their skin. They all felt incredibly aroused.

Nettie watched as one man started to mount a plant and then thrust in and out of it, shamelessly having sex in a room full of people. He was so far gone that he didn't really care.

Then a second man mounted another plant, and started to pole in and out of it. Then a third, and a fourth, and within moments, every man in the room was having sex with their plant.

The women, seeing the phalluses of the plant starting to protrude with every thrust, eagerly shed their clothes and joined them.

Nettie smiled as she watched thirty instantly created sex couples procreating, with the help of the plants. The fact that some of the people didn't know each other didn't matter. What did matter is that they were critically disrupting the human life cycle of reproduction. None of these sixty people would ever have human babies again. Not a single child would be born who would contribute to the destruction of the planet.

Instead, beautiful plants would be created, dozens of them, which would supplant humanity as the dominant form of life.

Nettie's nipples got hard just at the thought of it.

Jack and Sam were part of a team checking out the gardening centers in and around Baltimore. HomePlanet Security had received scattered reports of unusual plants in the area, but not tied to any specific location. So Jack and Sam and a team of investigators from HomePlanet Security were spending a few days in Baltimore, which conveniently was near the headquarters of HomePlanet Security.

Sam liked not having to travel far, which meant she could be home at nights. It was nice to be home with Gavin, who for once wasn't travelling to some far away place for his work.

They were checking out a garden center in Cantonsville, a suburb of Baltimore, when Sam felt something... odd. She had reached out with her ESPer skills, as she always did, but couldn't figure out what was troubling her. She saw a number of women, eagerly buying a tall, mossy plant. They all seemed excited about it. She tried to scan the plant, but came away with nothing. It did look a bit odd--Sam had never seen a tall, mossy plant before. Dunlop 4 had been unable to provide them with a description of the Krion plant, saying it could change into whatever form it needed to suit its purposes.

Jack tapped her on the shoulder. "Anything?" he asked.

"I... I don't think so, sir," said Sam, looking around again.

"Frankly, I'm not even sure what we're looking for," said Jack. "We come to a garden center to find a plant. Guess what? We find plenty of them."

"Dunlop 4 said the plant may unintentionally reveal itself," said Sam, still looking around a bit distractedly. She still had that strange feeling...

"Yes, very cryptic. And very unhelpful. Can't your alien boyfriend do any better?"

"Sir!" said Sam, giving him a hurt look.

"Sorry," said Jack. "But you two do seem to have a.. rapport."

"Dunlop and I... get along," said Sam, twirling her hair unconsciously.

"If Gavin hadn't gotten to you first, maybe Dunlop could have been your lucky guy," Jack teased.

"Or maybe someone else would have, sir," said Sam. She blushed, and felt like covering her mouth. Why had she said that?

Jack's eyes widened and he looked away, a little embarrassed. "Let's go."

"You go," said Sam. "I'll catch up. I want to look around a little more here."

"Getting something for Gavin?"

Sam saw he was mocking her. "Yes sir, that's exactly it. I'm looking for the perfect flower for Gavin."

"All right. We're going on to one of the gardening places in Ellicott City. Catch up with us there, comm me if you need our location."

"Sir, yes sir," she said automatically, feeling flustered.

Jack saluted her sarcastically, and left.

There was something between the two of them, something that always made times like this feel awkward. It sometimes made Sam wonder if there could ever have been anything between them, if not for Gavin.

Sam walked around the greenhouse, feeling with her mind more than looking. Something felt odd here. But she couldn't figure out what it was.

A grey haired lady in a green vest smiled at her. "Can I help you?"

"I'm not sure," said Sam. "I'm looking for something unusual."

"Well, then I have just the thing for you. Come with me!"

Her name was Margie Butterfield, and she as a dedicated employee of Cottiweather Gardens. At 72 years of age, the plant had no use for Margie as a tool for reproduction, but had conditioned her nonetheless, realizing how useful she could be in encouraging other to satisfy newfound urges.

Sam obediently followed Margie to a section of the greenhouse where those tall, mossy plants were growing. The same mossy plants she had seen several ladies so excited about buying.

"This would make a great indoor plant for the home," said Margie.

"No, this isn't my kind of thing," said Sam, eyeing the large, mossy plant.

"But it is," said Margie. She ran her hand along the moss. "Touch it and see."

"No thanks," said Sam, sensing something was increasingly wrong.

"Come on, give it a try. Just a quick touch," said Margie.

"No thanks," said Sam, taking a step back.

Suddenly, two women appeared behind her. Each grabbed one of her arms.

"Let go!" Sam cried. But the women were stronger, and each one inexorably pushed her hands towards the plant. Sam tried to struggle, her hands trembling, but inch by inch they were pushed closer, until they made contact.

"Oh!" Sam cried, as she felt the first of the oils penetrate the palms of her skin. The women holding her arms remained in place.

"Ooooh!" Sam said, her chest heaving as she started to breathe rapidly. She began to get sexually excited. Her resistance decreased.

The women moved Sam's hands up and down the plant. "Oooh. Ooooh," she said, feeling it in her body.

Margie Butterfield gave a nod and the women released Sam. Sam started to rub the plant on her own.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Margie asked, with a smile.

Sam nodded, her eyes wide, as she continued to stroke and pet the plant. Her nipples were already hard, and she felt a burning need growing between her legs.

Margie said, "Help her," and the two women behind Sam started to slowly undress her. Sam, obsessed with touching the plant, did not resist as they pulled off her jacket and her blouse, or even as they unclipped her military skirt or removed her Survey Service bra or panties.

When the opportunity presented itself to rub herself nude against the plant, Sam immediately took it, pressing her large breasts against it. She loved the way the soft moss stimulated her nipples. The oily residue of the plant rubbed against her chest, exciting her beyond belief. She started pressing the hard column of the moss against the area between her legs. Before long she was shamelessly poling up and down, unaware and uncaring of the spectators around her. Margie and the two women who had held her smiled, murmuring their approval. She felt their eyes on her as she continued to have sex with the plant.

She started to friction faster and faster, feeling wetter and wetter between her legs. And before she knew it she was crying out, as her body experienced a spectacular orgasm. She collapsed and blacked out for a moment. When she came to, she saw Margie and the other women smiling down at her.

"Welcome, sister," said one of them, offering Sam a hand up. "Thanks," she said, taking the hand, feeling uncertain.

"Did you enjoy it?" Margie asked, all smiles.

Sam nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable with these women giving her cow eyes. She reached for her Survey Service silky panties.

"You can experience this joy all the time."

Sam slipped her panties on, and then strapped on her standard issue Survey Service armed forces bra. She was aware of all the eyes on her.

"You can feel this way every day."

She put on her military blue skirt, and then reached for her blouse.

"You cannot deny what you felt."

Sam buttoned up her blouse, and put on her military jacket.

"No thanks," said Sam, putting on her shoes. She paused, and looked at the others. "Are you going to try and stop me from leaving?"​