Flower Power

I felt Day press her bolstered belly into my back, her arms hugged my sides. "Isn't he handsome?" She asked, referring to the plant.

"Is it from Earth?"

"Yes, he's a complex hybrid," Day answered. "He's mostly from the Congo, but he has a part of New York in her too."

"What is this place? What are you doing here?" I asked, stepping closer to the plant tank and away from Day, putting my hand on the glass. It was warm to the touch. I looked back at Dr. Day, she was glowing from excitement.

"This is my project. I told you, I'm developing a serum that takes the best of plant reproduction and assimilates it into the human reproduction process."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me show you."

Day then did something completely unexpected. She began to hike her dress up over her hips, her baby belly, and finally her head. It fell to the floor in a heap. She stood nearly naked, with a black lacy bra that hardly contained her swollen breasts. Underneath, her pregnant belly hung before her, the only signs of her panties were the string part of the bikini style that wrapped around her hips. Her legs were thick and muscular beneath. It was a naturally revealing sight to behold. Naked, Dr. Day looked twice as pregnant than in her dress. Naked, Dr. Day was ten times more beautiful. I grinned to show my appreciation.

"Did you know most plants have sex two times to get pregnant?"

Her hands wrapped around her pot belly, before slipping downwards. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties as her hands slid down her hips, and in one gently motion her black panties peeled away from her crotch and fell to her ankles.

"Impressive," I said.

"The fact that plants have better sex lives than us? Or the fact that I can see my naked pregnant body is causing your erection to pitch a tent since dessert at dinner," she joked while stepping towards me.

"Both," I answered truthfully, observing her carefully. Her belly hung over her sexual, black-furred flower. I complimented, "you're really beautiful."

"I know," she returned quietly. Dr. Day reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt. "My serum, injected directly into my uterus was formulated for one purpose. This was to reject sperm that has unfavorable inherent qualities. Which, I know it will."

"You tested the serum on yourself?" I asked as her hands split open my shirt and press her palms against my pecks, feeling my body. Her hands were cold, but gentle.

"Of course. Why don't you take these wet clothes off. No one will be in the visiting the lab tonight, something about a hotel function on hibiscus propagation techniques."

I allowed my arms to slide free of my shirt. Dr. Day began kissing my chest. Her lips suckled onto my flesh and she nibbled a bit with her teeth in slightly painful pinches. My hand went to her lacy clad breast and lifted its weight in my palm. I squeezed it gently and repetitively. By the intensity of her kisses, I knew Day was enjoying the feel up as much as I was enjoying her oral stimulus.

She stopped and tossed her ebony hair to the side of her face. She peered at me with a single, hungry blue eye while her hands went to work on my belt. "There were two side effects of the serum." She said calmly while pulling the buckle free of the strap, unzipping and pulling down my wet pants with urgent jerks. "The first was a change in my eggs. The genetic makeup of them changed so they could enter a haploid stage through meiosis."

"What?" I asked, barely able to breath, much less think because of the service Day seemed to be preparing for, by slowly descending to her knees.

She looked up at me. "Technically, I had my own baby," Day declared before devouring the semi-hard member between her lips. Her actions deviated my astonishment. My sex found covertly poised bliss against the muscular wet bed her tongue provided. She sucked generously. Drawing almost painful hardness to my length in no time at all. It wasn't the best blow job I had ever had, but surely the most direct. Day had succeeded in making me solid with her urgency. Her work conjured the urge to release in her mouth, but any intention of sucking me off ended with Day slowly sliding my hardened sex from her mouth. She admired the change in size and shape of my member her sucking inspired. She kissed it again and again with concentrated reverence, making me feel very much like the Prince of Plants if she was the Princess.

She rose up slowly and stood in front of me with a mischievous smile. I asked her with a fair amount of concern, "That was great, but what do you mean you had your own baby?"

"I'm really horny. Have you ever had sex with a pregnant woman?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Oh!" She lurched. Day grabbed my hand and put it on her belly. For a moment there was nothing, then suddenly I felt a tremor under my palm. "Oh there! It's excited! I'm pretty hungry and I bet the baby's mad I didn't give it something to eat!"

I gave her an uncertain look. She grinned and said, "My gross comments don't bother you do they?"

"Well, I guess not."

"Good, because even though my womb is full, I'm sure there's plenty of room for you to stuff this rock hard stamen into my sticky hot honeyed stigma."

"I suppose that's what a stamen is for," I said.

"You have no idea," Day said slyly as her hand slipped over a control panel to my left. She flipped open a small hinged box that revealed a red switch, which she tossed.

There was a loud hiss behind me that nearly made me jump out of my skin. The glass was moving. The huge glass cylindrical shield that contained the plant slid downwards into the ground. Instantly the atrium poured humid hot air into the laboratory, from it welled the sweetest honeysuckle scent I had ever been exposed to. In a moment the shield slid completely into the floor and nothing stood between the grand tropical plant and us. The air of the laboratory had completely changed from hospital cold to jungle warmth.

"Wow," I managed to whisper. I drew a deep breath and drank the sweet scent of the room. Somehow I couldn't get enough of its overbearing natural perfume.

Day turned her back to me. "Unclasp my bra," she ordered. I did so obediently. "This plant's nectar is the main composite of the serum. I think he instilled a process into my embryo's genetic makeup that allowed it to recognize what we horticulturists call Alternation of Generations." The clasp opened between my fumbling fingers, and her motherly tits fell free. She turned around, revealing her large natural breasts with thumbnail-sized perked nipples. "Will you suck on my nipples gently? They're kinda sensitive."

I had every intention, yet still there was a question in my mind. "How do you know the plant is a he?" I inquired, before taking one of her tits in my hand and lifting it to my lips. I began licking it gently.

"MMmm yeah. He. The plant. His real name is Rubra Repens Grandiflora, but I shortened it to Ruben." She explained as my lips went from her one tit to her other, my fingers gently massaging the perked nipple my mouth had just visited. "Most plants are asexual, but somehow when he pumped my pussy full of his nectar, I made some assumptions."

I peered up at her, pausing my attention to her fantastic tits. "Stay still," she ordered. Then I heard something behind me, like a slithering rustle. Before I could turn two vines slithered under my arms and wrapped themselves many times over my biceps. The tendrils were like steel. My muscles bulged frantically as I wrestled to get away, but the vines held my arms at bay, pulling me back from Day and towards the atrium platform. Suddenly another, thicker stalk wrapped itself around my chest. I pressed against its grip with all of my might, stretching it perhaps two inches. Yet its unmatched strength it pulled me back another two feet along the floor. I couldn't move!

Dr. Day stepped forward and gripped my chin. "Relax," she ordered in a serious tone. "If you don't this could be the end of you. Ruben is quite carnivorous," she said pointing upwards. I noticed something new, something behind and beneath the great flower. They heavy stalks that ended in bloated pods suspended by a series of vines. The pod squirmed, and in horror I saw a human hand press against the vegetative membrane from the inside. The walls of the bladder that contained the body constricted drawing it back inward. I felt sick. "Plant digestion is very slow process Jerry. That was my last date, Ruben found him unfit for the job."

This caused a laugh on the other side of the room. My head jerked that way to see a familiar face. "Hanna?"

My mind reeled with the reality of my situation. Then the vines lurched and pulled me backwards. My feet drug on the tile, but with one giant yank my body was pulled into the earthy platform where the monstrous thing was rooted. Wet mud stuck to my naked body as I was dragged towards the trunk of the tropical plant. I was too scared to scream. I fought the tendrils in vain, and soon realized I was pulled into the reach of several other vines, that wrapped around my ankles and calves. I was now completely immobilized. Not wanting to become the next pea in Ruben's pod, I relaxed.

Dr. Day stepped onto a platform and into the center atrium. Her feet sunk ankle deep into soft mud. Behind her I could see Hanna in a white lab coat smiling brightly, she called out. "I'm sorry Jerr, but I knew Carlos could con you into dating Dr. Day. You were an easy catch." She then turned her attention to one of the computers where she typed something in. The monitors around her flicked to live feed video of my entangled self in the atrium with the naked Dr. Day standing over me. She was recording whatever was about to happen.

The realization that I had been set up fell upon me with some anger. Angry about what though? "What are you going to do with me?"

Hanna answered. "One of two things. Either you're sperm will be deemed fit enough to induce mitosis in Dr Day's baby through fertilization and you'll complete the second alternation of generation," Dr. Day finished for her, "or you will be Ruben's dinner."

Day walked over to me, unimpeded by the many vines of her plant. Her feet squished ankle deep into the mud with each step until she was at my side. She bent down. Her large tits swayed over her swollen belly as she kneeled in the mud next to me. She placed her hand on my chest, and ran it down my stomach. She traced the many contours of my abdominal muscled down to the patch of hair above my now semi flaccid member. Day's slender fingers ran over it, drawing a slight arousal despite my anger. "Relax Jerry. Let me explain this to you."

"The serum caused one of the eggs in my stomach to grow in the haploid stage. That mean's it's growing all of the parts mapped by the good parts of my DNA. I'm in my final term, and now the baby needs its second set of chromosomes to complete its development; like the ones found in your sperm. My baby will use it and continue growing with the help of your DNA in the second diploid stage. That is, if your set of chromosomes are generally free of genetic inconsistencies that could compromise my baby."

Somehow that wasn't reassuring. But now I understood. All plants have sex twice. Once to get things going, once to fertilize it. I was about to become the second donor."

"You are very healthy Jerry. Hanna helped me view your medical records. You really have little to worry about. No family history to talk about. You're a good candidate." She said while wrapping her hands around my semi-swollen shaft and stroking it. Day's gentle tugs felt begrudgingly good. "That's what the serum does. That's what Ruben made possible for me," she said. "To be honest, if my pussy rejects your sperm, you'd really be unfit for breeding. Your use to me or any other woman would be negligible. Feeding you to my plant would do us all a favor," she said seriously. "But, if your sperm carries a fairly pure set of chromosomes as we suspect; our baby will be absolutely free of genetic garbage. We'll be a good match. Maybe we should get married."

"Our baby? Get married?" I asked in a defying tone.

Day squeezed my cock harshly. I strained against the vines involuntarily, they constricted painfully against my useless reaction. "Listen Jerr, it isn't like you weren't going to fuck me anyway. You seemed pretty eager when you were sucking on my tits. I know it seems like I'm not giving you much of a choice here, but give me a break. I just need a good squirt of your pollen into my pussy. Can you be a man about it?"

What were my options? I weighed them in my mind while starring at her.

"Listen," Day said. "Let me give you an incentive for being a good sport."

Day leaned over me. Her large mother-like tits brushed against my chest. With some concerted effort, she drew her leg over my hips and straddled me. When she did, Day's large ballooning stomach pressed against mine. The weight of her pregnant body pressed my backside into the giving mud beneath me. The fleshy petals of Day's sex, pressed against the skin under my belly button. My cock was nestled in the weighted warmth of her rump.

Day leaned over slowly, pressing her baby-full belly into me. She whispered, "Hanna doesn't know this, but there's a great deal of money my project has granted me from a private source. The cash is in an account two people have access to. Me, and the haploid donor who is currently preoccupied with becoming a nutrient source for Ruben."

I lifted an eyebrow, a bit curious to where this was going. "If you cum in me and fertilize my embryo, I would be willing to share my portion with you."

"How much?"

"Jer! That makes me sound like a whore," she giggled to herself then answered calmly. "Six million dollars."

"How do I know I won't end up like him?" I said eyeing the suspended pod.

"You don't," Day answered honestly. She then rocked her hips backwards. I felt the solid head of my sex against the squishy petals of her feminine flower. I squirmed a bit, but I was pinned beneath her weight and the vines taut grip. Day grinned devilishly and finished, "there's only one way to find out." With one wicked motion, Day bit her lip and impaled herself onto my stiff member. I groaned as my solid stinger pushed its way into the wet and wild center of her succulent blossom.

"Oh Jerr," she purred. "If you're not the diploid donor I'm going to be sorely disappointed."

Day began to rock over me. I was met by two sensual sensations with each push of her body. The first was my cock itself, which she let slide almost completely out of her wet hold, before thrusting herself downward and plunging my member into her pregnant depths. The second was the awkward, but strangely erotic feeling of her soft basketball-sized pot belly pressing into my stomach with each lunge. Her teardrop tits swung between her arms and teasingly close to my face. She repeated this motion over and over again, until her breath grew ragged and her pace slightly increased.

Day was getting herself off at her own leisure, and there was little I could do about it. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands against my chest. Day let out little whimpers as she drove herself downwards with utter contentment. My own will to resist began to splinter as I pressed my hips upward into her urgent bucking. Then with a single thrust she planted herself deeply and keened. A flood of juices poured out of her hole. She came heavily, more than any woman I had ever been with. Her body quaked as the orgasm took hold of her body and constricted my cock in sinuous twitches. I strained against my natural binds, wanting to take hold of the pregnant Plant Princess that was seducing my pride with her selfish use of my sex.

A mild but prominent scent wafted to my nose, and I inhaled sharply. It smelt like ripe melons. Day's eyes opened and she peered down at me with a cheshire catlike smile. "It's my cum. Another effect of the serum. Do you like it?"

"Yes," I admitted. The after tremors of her orgasm squeezed my hilted sex.

"Do you like me?" Day asked, she began unfairly rocking her motherly hips against me again.

"I like you," I confessed. Despite the bizarre situation I was in, I did like Day. She was somehow irresistible to me. Her controlling sex felt amazingly good. I too, was going to be sorely disappointed if I wasn't the right man for this job; because it sure as hell felt like it.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

This I was less sure of. I believed everything Day told me, but trust seemed harder to come by. She read it in my eyes.

Day leaned over, placing her hands on the vines that were wrapped around my forearms. She seemed to concentrate, and I felt my binds loosen. The tendrils remained wrapped around my extremities, but they went from steely hard to flaccidly weak. "Trust me," she beckoned with clear blue eyes. "Hold me gently while you fill me with your seed. I need you for this."

I lifted my hand to her face, and cradled it in my palm as she rocked back into me with a shameless need. I leaned up and kissed her. Our mouths parted and tongues danced. For a moment I felt lost in Day. The two of us enjoying the deep conjugated feel of our bodies, with the soft pillow of growing life squeezed between us.

My hand ran down her neck, over her soft breasts. My fingers stopped shortly to play with her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, before tracing downwards and over the sizes of her arched stomach. Our pace was slow an unrushed, but grinding and needful. I stared into the hungry depths of Days blue eyes.

I pumped upwards gently, but again Day controlled our intercourse with her weight above me. I felt her gently explore her sex with my hard member through slight changes in her position. With a less than gently thrust, Day let out a gasp as my solid head pressed against a spot I knew was drew heat between her thighs. She repeated the exact motion and heaved again, as my sex needfully rubbed against an itch waiting to be tickled for months. "There, oh yes! Oh fff. .! Ah, Jer- oh!" The spot was nearly in the back of her clenched love tube's throat. Day squealed as she found herself having to buck downwards and arch her back slightly to force a deep enough penetration against the newly found trigger of orgasmic fire.

With each thrust I felt my own building sensation draw forth from my loaded sacs of love. My hands reached upwards, grasping her breasts roughly and squeezing them between my fingers. Each downward push of her body drove my sex upwards into her clenched insides. Day threw her head back and howled. Again my member was showered with her warm wetness; but this time instead of rocking steadily through the orgasm, Day bucked wildly. My hands went to her rounded hips for control. Day looked down at me with wild icy eyes. Her black hair falling freely into her face and cascading down her shoulders and breasts, adding to her a savage demeanor. Her quick and impulsive drives pushing me towards resolution with grunts of satisfaction. With one upward push I triggered release, gripping her meaty hips as I pumped warm white haploid seed deep into her feminine plant. My hands glided from her hips to her swollen belly, holding it by its sides as her hips gyrated against my pulsing member. I was spent completely into her pregnant body in a matter of moments.

I stayed deep inside of Day. We watched each other wordlessly and breathlessly. Waiting for the result of our actions.

Her eyes then fluttered upwards and behind me. I couldn't see what she was looking at, but then felt it slither over my shoulders.

A plant like tendril slithered down over my chest and down my stomach, towards our still conjoined sexes. This vine was bright yellow in color opposed to the green ones that were still tangled around my arms and ankles. I realized it was one of the stamen from the great flower above us. Day mouthed to me in a barely audible whisper, "Stay still, I think Ruben is going to test me."