Becoming Soil

I was on my morning run down Mystic Creek Trail when I found Tara. She was a quivering mess, naked and sitting on the leaf littered concrete steps of the old Biology building—a relic built in the 1930s. I ran this trail every morning through the area of the university grounds where the old closed up buildings lay abandoned and distant from the ones built in the 1970s. If I hadn't, god knows how long Tara would have been there.

"Tara?" I called to her breathlessly as I came to a stop and pulled my ear buds out. She was flushed and looked disoriented and when I came closer I could smell raw sex wafting from her body; sweat, pussy, the funky musk of freshly fucked rectum, and over it all the sharp skunky odour from her slick armpits. I also smelled a musky floral scent that I put down to a gentle perfume.

I laid a hand on her back and knelt beside her as she stared at the ground and trembled.

"Tara? What happened?" I asked gently, thinking she'd been raped.

"I can't walk." she whimpered, "I made it this far but my legs stopped working."

"Were you assaulted? Who hurt you?"

"I did it." she whispered, then finally turned to look up at me, her face pleading, "I have to go back ... please help me."

"Where, Tara?"

"In there." she gasped, motioning with her head to the open doorway at the top of the stairs, "... I need to go back ... to finish this ..."

Her gasping words were a blend of fear and excitement. By her condition, whoever did this used her hard and if they were still inside the building, why would she want to go back? I looked down between her bare, quivering thighs and saw a pink fluid on the leaf littered stairs.

"You're hurt." I said, "I think you're bleeding."

"... the plants ..." she shook her head, then gasped and shuddered, "... please help me ... please help me back inside ..."

"What's inside?"

"... the plants ..."

"What plants?"

"... beautiful plants ... ancient plants ... an old experiment ... please ... I have to go back ..." Tara was becoming delirious, the heat of her body radiating under my hand on her sweaty back. I wondered if she had found some old narcotic plants that triggered some sort of illness that included fever and strong sexual arousal.

"Who's in there, Tara?" I asked, hearing a woman's voice moan from inside.

" ... she likes it ... she didn't get scared ..."

"Who likes it, Tara? Who's in there?"

" ... Karli ... she found them ... unsealed the old research ..."

I knew Tara had a friend named Karli who was working on her masters in biology.

"The plants? Karli found plants?" I asked and while I talked to Tara, I pulled out my phone and texted 911 Mystic Creek Trail, old bio building* to my group. I had all my girlfriends' numbers in a group called 'Posse'. I hoped at least one of them knew the area I was talking about—I needed back-up with this one.

"... yes ... please ... I have to go back ..." Tara pulled away from me and turned, beginning to crawl up the stairs on her hands and knees. She was trembling badly.

"Tara, no. Don't go back inside."

I heard Karli moan from inside again and it sounded deeply sexual.

"... have to ..."

"No, Tara ..."

"I FUCKING HAVE TO!" Tara screamed at me, her voice raw and ragged as she kept crawling upward, scraping her knees on the chipped and pockmarked concrete.

She was determined to get back to whatever was inside that building, and as she crawled upward I got a look at her crotch; it was slick and oozing a clear pink mucus, dead foliage and limp green strands stuck to it. But the most shocking thing was her pussy and rectum were gaped and loose, green tendrils hung out of both of them, all dripping with pink mucus.

Whatever had caused this, Tara was determined to go back to it and I feared what would happen if she did it alone. I heard Karli scream then moan.

"Okay, Tara." I said and rose, reaching under her armpits to help her. It was against my better judgement but I didn't want her to go back in there by herself.

I could feel the heat radiating from her body like she was burning with fever, and she was right, her legs didn't work worth a damn. As I supported her with one of her arms around my neck and one of mine around her waist, her legs wobbled like a newborn colt as we awkwardly made it up the stairs into the darkness of the building, past the door with the faded Biohazard sign.

"You said Karli found an old experiment?" I asked as we hobbled toward a flight of stairs descending to the cellar. We made our way down, picking our way on the dirty old stairs, her bare feet grinding in the grit and dust.

"... old ... shut down in the fifties ..." Tara gasped as we made our way, "... dangerous ... too dangerous ... but good ... so good ..."

"What's good, Tara?"

"... the plants ... what they do to us ..."

The cellar wasn't in complete darkness—the odd old bulb still glowed under its hooded hat, still providing faint light.

As we got to the bottom of the stairs and moved along a corridor, the sounds of Karli grew louder and were coming from a room up ahead, the metal door ajar, more Biohazard signs on the wall and back of the door. Along with Karli's cries I could hear the sound of creeping wetness.

And a smell. An exotic floral musk that wafted out through the doorway and into the corridor. It wasn't Tara's perfume - it was from the plants inside.

"What happened here?" I asked Tara.

"... shouldn't have pulled away ... should have stayed ... with Karli ... but I was scared ..."

"What scared you?"

"... so intense ... so deep ..."

We made it into the room and I was ready to let go of Tara and bolt if any threat manifested itself and dial the real 911 on my phone as I ran. I had no idea what I would find that was doing god-knows-what to Karli and was drawing Tara back for more.

The room was a large expanse, low ceilings, walls hidden behind impenetrable darkness, filled with smells of dust and rot and raw soil. The sounds Karli was making echoing off what had to be bare concrete. When I saw her I was shocked; she was on her knees, her feet splayed out to her sides and her bum tight to the floor. She was crying out, rolling her hips, obviously experiencing orgasm after orgasm, her sexuality raw, her skin slick with sweat.

I felt an unexpected pulse of arousal deep in the cradle of my pelvis replacing my apprehension and wariness. Why did the sight of Karli cumming arouse me?

"... take me back ... take me back ..." Tara was gasping, pulling me past Karli deeper into the room, "... please take me back ..."

"Who are you talking to, Tara?" I asked, but she was too far gone in her obsession as I kept trying to steady her.

As we moved deeper into the darkness I started to see them; the floor was lousy with odd looking plants, flat on the floor, rounded domes about a foot in diameter covered with furry tendrils, oily pods sprouting upward on stubby fibrous stalks from the centres.

Tara pulled herself out of my arms and fell face down on the floor, crawling toward a spot where one of the plants had been crushed and torn.

"... please ... please ... I won't run ... I won't run this time ..." she gasped as she rose up on one hip, "... I won't run ..."

Then she struggled up on her hands and knees, her head hanging low as she looked between her thighs and lowered herself onto an undamaged plant, raising upright and sitting firmly on it, her legs open like Karli's, thighs wide and feet splayed out at the side, pressing her crotch down on the domed plant.

"... please ... please take me again ... please ..." then her breath caught in her throat and her face softened into an expression of bliss, her next words saturated with gratitude; "... thank you ... thank you ... take me again ... please take me ..."as grateful tears flowed down her cheeks.

I squatted down and watched Karli over my shoulder. She'd stopped crying out and was just breathing and whimpering. Whatever was going in inside her was deep and made her eyes roll up in her head as she shuddered and trembled. I saw light glinting off her sweat slick belly, it grew plumper as I watched

I turned back to watch Tara, her face going from blissful to ecstatic as I watched her lower belly plump and tighten in a slow rhythm.

"... yes ... oh yes ..." she whispered and as I watched, her nipples puckered and tightened and the smell of sweat and sex radiated from her like heat.

"Is it inside you, Tara?" I asked, starting to feel breathless myself.

"... so deep ..." then she gasped and started breathing harder, "... going deeper .... deeperrrr ..." and she shuddered through an orgasm.

She was being fucked by a plant.

As I watched her losing herself in it, I felt a tickle between my thighs and when I looked down I saw one of the pods from the plant I'd squatted over was reaching for my sex. I also saw that the crotch of my yoga pants had grown moist and slick. The aroma of the plants had become stronger, and with it my body relaxed; my mind a little bit high, and a lot horny. Tara started cumming hard in front of me and I suddenly craved what she was feeling.

This wasn't like me. I had never been easily aroused and certainly not by a plant, yet there I was; thoughts of what having one of those pods inside me would feel like began swirling in my head. I decided to resist the urge and see what happened to Karli and Tara and wait for my posse.

I heard a soft popping all around the room and the scent of the plants grew stronger. I quickly felt warmer than I should have. Sure, my body was already overheated from my run, but it should be cooling down in the cellar and wasn't. My clothes began to feel restrictive and uncomfortable and I started to feel a little giddy—happy and calm. I looked up at one of the weak hooded light bulbs and saw a fine dust gently swirling in the room, and realized that the popping sounds had come from the plants releasing spores, and I was breathing them in and they were affecting me.

It felt good.

So good. I felt aroused and stoned. I took a deep breath and the feelings intensified.

My phone buzzed and I slipped it out of my pocket.

on the trail up at the top. all of us. are you okay?

I ignored it. I was okay and I didn't need to tell them that. It buzzed again.

where's this building? which one, there's so many

I thumbed my phone off. They'd find me eventually. Then realized I wasn't thinking clearly.

Then realized I didn't care.

I could hear Karli sicking-up weakly from behind me, all those orgasms have upset her tummy—no worries—it sounded more like orgasmic regurgitation than hardcore vomiting, and in between, her moans were still sexual.

Must be part of being fucked by plants.

I looked over at her and though her face bore a lost-in-orgasm face I saw her belly rolling as she continued to cum, sweat streaming down her torso and the pink slurry flowing down her chest from her open mouth.

In my aroused state she looked yummy enough to kiss; I wanted to taste the slurry that burbled up from her belly to flow out of her mouth; I knew it would taste sweet.

Karli was in total sexual immersion, no longer caring how she looked or what was happening to her. She was deep into whatever the plant was doing to her.

Tara was rolling in constant orgasm and I reached out and touched her sweaty body—it was hot, she was burning up with fever and trembling.

I too was feeling overheated, my clothing becoming a nuisance as I grew more aroused. The pods from the plant under me were pressing upward, masturbating me, and it felt good. I could feel whatever was in the fine powder the plants had released in the air was saturating my lungs, sending good feelings all through my body.

It's like molly, I thought to myself as my temperature rose higher, recalling the raves in my teen years; feeling bulletproof, filled with excess energy, overheated and horny as a rutting dog.

What would it hurt? I wondered, What would it hurt?

I sat down on the bare floor and unlaced my trainers, slipping them off, relishing the release of my hot sweaty feet, then ripping off my socks and feeling the coolness of the concrete on my soles. My top and sports bra went next, more relief, more freedom, the cool air of. the cellar sensual on my skin. I recalled the vague ecstasy as a child running wild and naked through the house, my mom laughing and cheering me on. I lifted my bum and peeled my yoga pants and underwear off and down my legs, the crotch of both slimy and sticky.

Oh mercy, I was so horny.

I found a plant that was full and hearty—lush and fat like a ball growing from the concrete floor, its oily tendrils glistening in the dim light. I knew that sitting on that plump furry ball would be like sitting on velvet.

I wasn't wrong; I'd never felt such a softness, such an arousing pillow.

As I lowered my weight onto the plant I felt my crotch push down on the oily pod, trapping my tender flesh against the soft tendrils. It felt like a fat egg in a nest. And when the tendrils started to squirm against my crotch I learned what Tara and Karli were feeling.

I felt it find my pussy and press part of itself up into me. It was oval, thicker than the average cock, much thicker than my dildo. I felt my pussy relax and swallow it like a snake swallows an egg and I shuddered.

It's in me.

Oh mercy, it's in me.

As Tara cried out in orgasm near me and Karli continued to moan and regurgitate, I began to pant, feeling my arousal becoming an irresistible growing force in my lower belly.

This is madness. Sweet madness.

I felt the plant moving, expanding inside me, filling my pussy and pressing upward against my cervix, and from its centre small tendrils exploring my inner flesh sending tingles through my belly as it invaded my uterus.The sensation was invasive and so delicious.

Then a second presence found my anus, pressing upward, pressure there increasing, the tight rings of my inner and outer sphincters relenting, opening without pain.

I'd only been fingered anally, now I was about to lose my rectal virginity and I welcomed it. straining, pushing outward and rewarded as that tight hole spread open and my rectum swallowed the plant's finger whole with a plop. Then it too expanded, growing into a fleshy moving presence inside my lower belly.

I gasped as the plant grew even larger, filling my pussy and rectum, pulling my crotch downward, tighter to itself, and locking me in place.

"... I can feel it ..." I breathed.

I was plugged, secured, feeling my own control over this encounter taken from me as I surrendered. I was in bondage, held tight to this velveteen lump, my pussy and rectum packed tight. It must have been at this moment that Tara panicked and pulled away from the plant, ripping parts off it as she fled.

But the plant had still been inside her and before she could flee too far it had taken away all coordination of her legs, leaving her to choose between sitting helpless and tormented outside on a trail almost no one used, or to return and complete whatever this was. I chose to ignore the fear that welled in my chest, and instead of trying to pull myself free, I let my weight settle on the plant.

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pleasure

I heard but didn't hear the word. It was internal and silent, like a thought forming in my mind and translated there, and with it a faint electric tingle that sparkled from my crotch to the base of my skull.

not afraid

pleasure

More electric tingles through my core. I realized that it was the plant inside my body, the tiny tendrils had sought and found the nerve matrix that traveled through my body, the thoughts just impulses that rushed through my nerves to the pleasure centre of my brain to form there into a language; assuring me not to be afraid, that I would only feel pleasure.

together

Yes, with orgasms. I felt my first one building.

soon

The tendrils swelled and blossomed inside me, delving deeper, insinuating themselves throughout my pelvic cradle, through my uterus, my fallopian tubes, into my ovaries. The sensations foreign and overwhelming.

deeper

Oh god ...

feel

I feel it I think and my entire belly tightened and I curled forward and I came long and deep, moaning and clenching. And as I did I felt the tendrils in my rectum accelerate and slither upward through my bowels, tingling sensations I've never felt before. Places never touched before. Tickling, slithering, oozing a thick fluid inside me, lubricating their way as my bowels plump.

body

all body

I felt tendrils finding my pee hole and wriggle inside, insinuating themselves in my bladder, making it quiver. I let go, pissing all over the plant, my piss hot against my trapped crotch, smelling the thick hormones it carries. I felt the plant quiver under me—it too was deriving pleasure from this.

love you

fill you

Yes, fill me, please take me and fill me

And orgasms rolling like waves in my belly started and I knew they would never end as I descended into a timeless fog of sexual bliss.

In a fugue of narcotic arousal and ecstasy, I watched without reactions as Karli slumped and her body was grown over by a soft moss. I watched Tara lost in her sexual delirium as her belly bloated tight and she began to regurgitate, pink mucus rising up her gullet and spilling out of her mouth to paint her chest and belly with filth. Bits of plant and parts of her own body plastering her fouled skin, and I felt a thrill of apprehension in my belly—this is what will happen to me.

not fear

I knew what was in store for me but I was far too deep in this hypnotic bliss to exert my will. I surrendered to my reassuring internal companion and let myself descend into a world of sexual pleasure. I was truly lost then.

When my posse finally arrived and found me, I could see the revulsion and alarm on their faces as they saw my pathetic state, yet watched them soften as the popping and spreading of spores filled the air and they felt the arousal grow in them as well.

"... ecstasy ... let it in ... oh god, let it in ..." I told them, and they smiled like drunk girls, unaware of my betrayal. Candice was the first to pull down her panties under her skirt and sit, her face painting a picture of her pleasure as her plant insinuated itself into her body, then curled forward with her first orgasm and screamed; "Fuck!" as the other girls caressed her.

One by one they each found a plant close to each other and once each was knotted completely they surrendered as I had surrendered. Once a plant was inside you, there was no resisting—it numbed your resolve as it invaded your body. My posse took to it and played with each other as the plants took each of them so very deep.

"... here it comes ..." I hear one moan.

I no longer have to hold myself upright; tinier tendrils have slithered into the pores of my bum and thighs and have anchored me tight to the green mass under my crotch. It grips me so tightly that I am aware the moment my hips dislocate in a painless squelch of fluid, spreading my bottom and crotch wider like the spreading roots of an ancient tree, giving me a stability that is such a comfort.

I am rooted.

Inside it has snaked through my body and now insinuates itself everywhere, even inside my nipples and throat. The plant is laced throughout all my organs and we are connected completely, being one entity and all I can do is breathe through the waves of orgasmic pleasure.

For a girl who never enjoyed anal sex, I am deriving the most pleasure from the invasive part of the plant that moves languidly through my bowels. The intertwining tendrils grown in length and thickness as they squirm from my rectum to my stomach, thickened there into a woven singularity. The sensations in my belly are almost hypnotic as it fills me with what I know is the pink mucus, inflating my digestive system, bloating my belly.

My stomach and bowels become one long fat sausage, impaled by this undulating root and swelling so gradually I feel only pleasure.

"... oh fuck me ... fuck me ..." one of the girls in my posse moans and the rest cry out around me from their initial penetrations and knotting, I envy the freshness of their bonding. They have so much more to experience and all of it overwhelmingly delicious; beginning with the pleasure of double penetration and the combined clitoral and g-spot orgasms that pulse and never cease. Then the slow throbbing orgasms arising from their bowels invaded inch-by-inch by an expanding root, and adding the tingling, electric orgasms that radiate from nipples once the tiny tendrils find and play with milk sacs sending them into a constant state of lust.

My own experience when I first felt the tiny wriggling tendrils invading my breasts and nipples had me lifting my trembling hands to pinch and twist my puckered nipples slamming my entire body with a violent orgasm that made me scream and left me breathless. Nipple, bowel, stomach, rectum, g-spot, and clitoral orgasms clashing together in my shuddering body almost drives me past the edge of sanity.

enjoy

more

My orgasms are total; every part of my body in synchronous slow convulsion as orgasms roll inside me, and I see the same in my posse and know the individual pods were sproutings of a singular whole who learns what pleasures delight us most.

Now the exquisite throbbing of a filling belly, swelling larger and tighter as I am plumped with the pink mucus, this thick enema that is as hot as it is orgasmic until I lose myself in a delirious euphoria. I am now relishing the increasing pressure in my abdomen even knowing what will happen when it reaches critical mass.

The growing reek of sweaty bodies and crotches, of stretched open pussies and rectums, the sharp skunk of slick armpits and the funk of hormone imbued piss fills the air like a carnal perfume, and all of it saturated by the scent of the plants.

The sex stink from all of us permeates the air and the heat and sweat from our bodies makes the room hot and humid—a sauna fueled by the fusion of plant and aroused human flesh and the energy of pulsing orgasms that curl our toes.

I watch my Posse's faces soften in pleasure, clench tight in orgasm, watch thighs tremble, flat bellies swell as they are invaded and filled. It seems like hours, adrift in a physical rapture as I feel my plant changing my body, using it, feeding off me as I feed off it. I provide it nutrients and it provided me the will to continue, to endure, to feel this alien pleasure as it prepares me to deliver new seeds to perpetuate its species.

I recalled what little I knew of the biology of invasive plants. This union between plant and flesh was a symbiotic fusion—not a give and take, but a surrender and absorption.

need you

need me

The plant and I agree. We have needed each other since I first accepted that initial double penetration and knotting. We need each other to complete this biological fusion.

I am aware of a tightening sensation inside my bloating belly—one I knew had been coming after I first watched Tara bloat and begin to regurgitate and moan. Her belly growing tighter and rounder; its stretching skin discolouring and breaking down; the gentle splitting and bursting and the spores flowing out of her suspended in the pink slime from inside her belly. She stopped breathing then and as her belly burst, the green inside her enveloped the outside of her and she dissolved into her the puddle of her own reduction.

I watched her face as it happened. She was aware of it all. Aware when she stopped breathing. Aware of her belly splitting open like a rotting fruit and spilling its contents between her open, quivering thighs. Even aware as the plant emerged from her pores and blanketed her like mould devouring her body. There was no sudden death or even awareness of death, nor fear of it, just the final symbiotic union of two creatures, one swallowing other and both experiencing the bliss of birth.

I listen to the voiced ecstasy of my posse, some crying out in surprise at the power of their orgasms, others easing through them like they would with familiar lovers. There is no evidence of Karli or Tara ever having existed to frighten them. But I wondered if they would be frightened even if there was. There is no fear within me and I had witnessed their final moments of physical integrity. The plants give pleasure and quell fear as they take everything.

I feel such love for my Posse as I await the inevitable outcome of this shared orgy. Love for them for I will be the first among us to peak and burst, and love for the plant inside me that will take me there.

Just breathing now. Words no longer matter.

babies

Babies. I am filling with babies. But I know the word is wrong; seedlings is more appropriate. New life is blooming inside me and I can feel it in my bloating belly.

Just breathing and feeling the build, the expansion, and for the first time feeling discomfort as I swell. But even with the discomfort there is intense pleasure and a growing excited anticipation for what is about to happen next. I just have to breathe, to ride this through to completion, holding myself completely still, wanting to feel every second of the release of what is churning in my belly.

It is accelerating, coming up faster. My bowels bloating until they ache, my stomach reaching the limit of its capacity. I am trembling, arching my back and pushing my belly outward as best I can to prolong the intense swelling to the final climax.

ready

I want more time in this building, but I prepare myself, my mouth watering, lips drippinh with drool. I shudder and open my mouth awaiting the penultimate sensations of this final process as saliva flows down my chin and drips onto my chest, rolling down my swollen belly, mixing with my sweat.

now

... oh god ... oh-god-oh-god-oh-god ... this is it ...

As I tremble with excitement the slurry rises up my gullet unobstructed as I surrender to this final bliss; it burbles swiftly up my throat and out through my open mouth and nostrils to flow down my breasts and tight, round belly. I can taste the babies, the seedlings as they slither up my throat and spew from my mouth, carried on the pink slurry. I shudder and convulse through this total body ejaculation of new life, surrounded by my posse riding their plants as I follow Karli and Tara into this final transformative sexual journey.

Candice, lost in her own ecstasy is gazing lustfully at my rapid and final changes. I know she yearns for what I am experiencing—my overfilled stomach pulsing and convulsing as I vomit the spores of new life suspended in the jelly that carries and feeds them, and she will soon join me, like all the others.

"She's throwing up." she moans. But none of the others care.

I'm lost in the overwhelming bliss of it and let my body slump, no longer a participant in this process, reduced to a flesh hand puppet allowing this perverse insemination to come to its climax. My surrender is complete—body and soul flaccid and loose—my open gullet and throat a fountainhead gushing forth liquid orgasm from a tighy overfilled belly, stretched past its elastic limits, feeling gratitude for the relief as it erupts up out of me tingling my skin. The tendrils worm their way from the milk ducts of my nipples, wriggling frantically in their own final spasms of ecstasy, my orgasms becoming a roar in my ears. oh god I want this to last forever.

As my vision fades to green and the darkness deepens, still regurgitating I feel the tight skin and muscles of my belly growing thinner and breaking down. I look down at the small fissures appearing in the stretched skin of a rounded belly, pregnant with spores and slime as my vision tunnels.

I surrender to all of this, not regretting a single orgasmic moment.

My last sight is the pink slurry trickling then flowing down over my hands lying limp in my lap from small fissures in the stretched skin of my belly, the flow increasing as fissures and splits meet each other and I start to open. The flow becomes a river of clear pink mucus ripe with green seeds that will grow into fresh plants and join this network of sensual life. I am trembling, convulsing, my regurgitation violent and continuous now, and the pleasure grows to heights I could never imagine.

It's happening!

... oh fuck me ...

My vision darkens to black as my belly tatters and shreds painlessly, gushing its thick contents between my trembling open thighs as it bursts, my orgasms singing as it rises to a crescendo in my core while mould blooms from pores all over my body and face. My hair and eyelashes flutter down around me like discarded ribbons as each follicle blossoms green. I know what I am becoming, perhaps what I became during that first willing invasion of my sex and bowels.

soil

you soil

Yet life doesn't end with this eruption of gelatinous slime; it transforms. I merge with the warm and welcoming presence of Tara and Karli and dozens of sexually confused girls from the 1960s, their emotions and perpetual sensations a celebratory union in this new existence, their humanity erased, their awareness only one of euphoric pleasure and a maternal drive to deliver new life. I am not alone in this singular subterranean forest as I find my place and feel the sisterly love and comfort of being one of so many.

Like them, I become soil.

Orgasmic, willing soil.

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