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This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my life, or well my wife, and the events that lead up to what happened just today. You remember back in when the meteorite crashed into the mountain ranges in Colorado, you remember that there where multiple s of people seeing plants or animals that did not belong on this planet.
At the same time that they admitted about the infection they also outlawed the ownership of any contaminated substance, especially living organisms. On the internet my wife had learned of a plant that had come from the impact site that had interesting properties. She had learned of it from various fetish forums. The story variations on the forums about this plant where extremely varied and all very crazy sounding.
None of the stories ever really correlated with each other, but you could tell that they all seemed to come from the same basic idea, some kind of mind control plant. My wife knew this was impossible, but she loved the idea and the ensuing daydreams that followed a find of a new story. They all had a plant that somehow effected the mind of the woman, and all of the stories seemed to have some mention of the 42, tentacles, mind control, massive female orgasms, and submissive female behaviors. My wife had raved on for weeks about these stories whenever she found a new one. We already knew before then that my wife was into bondage, self bondage, and very occasionally into being submissive, but through these readings and musings she found that she had some interest in mind control.
She would go from extreme to extreme in her daydreams, of which she would explain to me in detail. Sometimes she would imagine herself being dragged away into the woods by this 10 foot tall plant and orgasmically raped while it took over her mind and turned her into a mindless sex maniac. When I would come to bed soon after, she would role play that she had been mind controlled Plant sex stories a plant to differing levels of submissiveness. Some nights after Plant sex stories had had sex, even after multiple orgasms she would lie in bed fingering herself more, still role playing that she was a sex craved woman until she fingered herself to sleep.
We both admitted that somehow those nights when she would role play had been some of the best sexual experiences of our relationships, and those nights became more and more frequent as she found more and more stories about this mystery web-fiction plant. We both admitted to ourselves that the plant had to be a myth. The idea of a plant being able to do a quarter of the things in the stories was just ludicrous. Although other animals and plants that had escaped the government long enough to get fully documented and reported in the news had been able to do amazing things a mind control plant was just too much to believe.
A friend of ours, that knows my wife really well, called us and between breaths of exasperation explained that the plant my wife had spoken about was real. One of her single girl friends had been sent some seeds months ago by one of her pen pals, a biological doctorate from Australia of all places. The friend of our friend had expressed a need to get rid of some seeds and felt guilty letting them die or just tossing them out in the wild.
She ushered us in and sat us down at the table to talk over tea about her seeds, almost as if she was an adoption counselor deciding if we were fit to be parents. At first we patiently listened to the woman, just hoping she would shut up and show us the plant, but as she spoke more we became intent on getting as much information out of her as possible! She explained that the man had grown a plant to full size by planting seeds in soil and experimenting with different fertilizers.
It seemed by her description that once the Australian had grown a plant Plant sex stories full size, the plant resembled a huge flower bud. He explained that he could not figure out for weeks why the bud would not open until one day when a fellow botanist had approached the plant, the plant had reacted to her. It seemed that the plant reacted to female presence by opening up along one fold of petals and extending a long phallus like stamen on a very thick stalk.
The stamen, once fully extended, seemed to be presented properly for a woman to interact with in the doggy style position as the stamen stuck straight out at just the right height. Even though, he had explained, that the plant was in a huge pot, it seemed to know to reach down to the right height. Kate admitted to us with a guilty laugh that she had offered her female resources to his studies since she was alone and no one would care if she got eaten.
After unsuccessfully planting 4 of the 5 seeds one Plant sex stories a time in various ways, and only ending up with dead, molded seeds, Kate explained how he had instructed her in the only way he had found to germinate the seeds, vaginal germination. Upon this instruction she had placed the last seed inside of her after a long bubble bath, and waited all day, expecting to feel something. Nothing of any ificance happened until the 9th day.
She explained that when she awoke in the morning and had gone to the toilet to pee she felt something brushing against the inside of her thighs. When she looked down she could see about 5 thin tendrils feeling their way around her sensitive skin, searching for something.
Not knowing what she was supposed to do, she did the only thing she could think of. Kate had run into the kitchen, careful to keep her legs spread, she grabbed the old flower pot that she had used for the other 4 attempts placed it on the floor and sat down on the pot. She said she could feel the plant grab hold of the soil and start digging in. She admitted that the tendrils where a lot stronger than she had expected but still seemed so delicate. The plant liked the soil but also seemed reluctant to leave her warmth.
Whenever she would try to stand or move the plant seemed to take a stronger hold on the soil, and on her insides, but she knew that the plant in her was too small to hold inside her if she stood up. After enjoying the sensations of the internal tug of war she finally decided enough was enough and she wanted to see her new friend. Kate continued her story by explaining that she had leaned over and loosened her vaginal muscles as much as possible and stood up gingerly until she felt a final POP, and it was out.
The little plant bud had grown from merely a pea sized seed to a 2 inch tall and Plant sex stories inch wide upside-down tear drop shaped bud. It was using its 5 tendril legs to dig deep into the soil, trying ineffectively to pull its bulk deeper into the soil. As instructed in his letter Kate had taken the plant and placed it in the window for direct light for the first month.
Kate told us how she had sat there watching the plant for hours that day, watching it moved less and less until it seemed just like any other immobile plant, still and silent. Kate seemed to snap back into reality at this point in her story; it seems that the next few months of its growth was fairly boring and she told them quickly with a lot less gusto. Every few days she would add the fertilizer and test the soil as instructed. Every day she would pet the plant, talk to it, and water it.
She expressed that she just could not wait for it to finally open for her. The plant grew faster than any plant she had ever seen, and the fertilizer was getting put on in larger and larger amounts. He had explained that she should do it now while the plants size was manageable because it was going to grow beyond her lifting strength Plant sex stories.
In the 2nd month Kate had received a letter telling her that in his studies the baby plants seemed to need near shade at this point to be healthy, so Kate had moved the plant to her bedroom in the corner furthest from her bed. Kate showed us this letter so we could read the embarrassing parts for ourselves. He had grown another plant and dissected his first plant discovering what the phallic stamen was for, in his opinion. He did mention in this letter though that in his further study of the dissected plant the inside of the bud was mostly hollow and seemed to house a network of interlaced tendrils that looked just like the germinated baby plants roots.
He postulated that these inner tendrils seemed to have some basic mobility and that these where somehow deed for catching falling leaves for food. He also mentioned that he could not find any trigger that would make the plant desire to open.
All of these guesses, he added, where supported by the discovery of a soft spongy pad in the bottom center inside of the hollow pod that seemed to be deed to absorb nutrients from the rotting leaves. As we finished reading the letter Kate took it back from us and handed us three return letters she had written him a few weeks later. She blushed and busied herself filling our tea trying not to look embarrassed. In the second letter, Plant sex stories a week later, she described the plant in detail.
It seemed like she was trying to avoid talking about the phallus at all though.
The plant was nearing full the full size of 4 foot diameter and 5 feet tall, dark green with giant petals that wrapped very tightly, almost seamlessly. She described the veins on the petals standing out ever so slightly giving the pod and interesting looking texture; around the base of the giant petals were smaller petals fringing the circumference of the plant just above the soil.
The stalk of the phallus was brown with tiny deep-brown veins running shallow, but the stalk was perfectly smooth. The top tip of the pod came to a point and the entire pod was shaped like any rose bud, like a tear drop. The 5 roots that Plant sex stories moved as a baby plant were now fully rigid and inflexible, holding strongly deep in the soil. The third letter, dated about 2 weeks after the first was a lot more interesting. At night as she tried to fall asleep she swore she could almost feel the plant moaning inaudibly, at her refusal of its advances.
She explained that even though she could not hear it, the plant seemed to be crying sadly. She felt so bad for its apparent sadness that finally she had walked up to it, letting her robe fall open in the presence of the plant for the first time since it had exposed the stamen, squatted down next to the plant and lightly touched the plants phallus. As she touched the tip it rose ever so slightly in response, but still not to the grand height it had been before.
Feeling pity for the plant she began caressing the phallus, massaging it, stroking it, trying to Plant sex stories what it liked most. It seemed to respond best to being snugly enveloped by both her hands at once and stroked fully. As she got braver she sat down on her ankles, bent slightly, and kissed the tip of the phallus and gave it a rub on the belly of the pod. With this, she explained, the stalk perked up noticeably, almost proudly. Kate tasted the Plant sex stories, finding that it was pleasant and musky.
Kate felt compelled to take the plant into her mouth because she was not yet ready to give herself completely to the plant but she felt the plant deserved further attention. As the phallus reached the back of her throat and she could no longer fit her hands on its phallus at the same time so she used one to stoke herself and one hand to pet and stroke the plants bulb. As she did this she wrote of a small petal that pulled back from the base of the plants gigantic petals that made up its large bulb.
As soon as she had noticed it open she could smell the most amazing musty smell that she immediately realized was a very powerful aphrodisiac or human pheromones. Kate added a note at this point in the letter that mentioned that she was writing this of her adventure under the influence of the pheromones.
She also noted that she now realized that the lubricant probably contained trace amounts of the pheromones from the petal. Kate explained in her letter that after releasing the fantastic phallus from her mouth Kate had turned around, removed her robe and, by lifting and dropping her hips, had rubbed the tip of the phallus along her slit a few times.
As she savored the feeling, she could feel the plant expelling more lubricant directly into her, this was all she needed to send her over the edge of her first orgasm by the end of which she had found herself absentmindedly backed up as far as she could go, impaled deeply thrusting into the unmoving plant. There was no way this plant could walk, no way the plant could even grab a woman considering the stalk was the only part of the plant strong enough to hold a woman and that it was obviously immobile.
She described the carnal desire to be filled, induced partly by the pheromones in the air and in the lubricant on her lips. She wanted to please her lover and in turn take from the plant what it had for her. As she began rocking her hips into the monster planted deep in her she could feel the phallus swell and contract, adding to Plant sex stories sensations that consumed her.
Soon she was building towards another orgasm and she could feel a bulb at the tip of the plant swelling, filling her, locking her onto the plant. The feeling of this bulbous expansion slamming against the inside of her vaginal muscles every time she pulled out was more than she could handle. As she came for the second time she felt the bulb continue to grow.
Deciding that she had had enough fun for the day she pulled hard, loosening her vaginal muscles and allowing the bulb to pull from her with a POP. She turned around, sitting on the floor, exhausted and watched as something small passed up the stalk slowly until it disappeared into the base of the phallus and soon popped out of the bulging end of the plant onto the floor.
This slow process had taken almost 5 minutes. As she picked it up she saw the familiar seed, walking back to the kitchen she placed it on the window sill, as instructed by the doctor, to dry. Kate took the letters back from us and commenced telling her story, while indicating that we pay some attention to our tea. I caught my wife looking at the kitchen window sill, I guessed she was trying to catch a glimpse of some seeds.Plant sex stories
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