Jim stood amazed at what he had just witnessed. A mountain hiker, a lovely girl about 5'7" with flowing auburn hair, blue eyes full C-cup breasts that complemented her taut full hourglass figure about 25 years age, had just been essentially violated by the alien plant in his possession. The plant had wrapped it's vine like appendages around her, pumping in and out of her like a piston around her firm supple body, covering her in a shower of otherworldly sap as it seemingly impregnanted her with it's seed and left her ravished and naked like a spent shell in its wake before retreating back into its seemingly normal plant veneer. Jim's girlfriend Sharon and one of her friends had helped the nude woman down the mountain to seek medical attention as she was disoriented and non communicative. If this was all he had seen, Jim would've been amazed enough, what followed was even more disconcerting.
No sooner had Sharon & her friend, Lisa, left with the hiker, the plant which had so recently devoured & relished her like a meal began to buckle and enlarge. Jim saw that one of the pod shaped pistils on the plant began to undulate and ooze as he saw a shape begin to thrash and grow inside it. The pod began to pulse and writhe as the same sap that the hiker had been covered began to seep all over the cocoon. Jim stood with his mouth agape as the pod began to grow, from a small pistil to the size of a cucumber, to a watermelon, to the size of a pumpkin and then bigger and longer. The pod began to resemble a 6 foot long green phallic sack, as tentacles wrapped themselves around pumping in a rhythmic motion as Jim heard fluids oozing and gurgling and what seemed like the intermittent cries of a baby. Jim drew closer when he saw the pod finally fall off and discharge off the main plant, like a ripe fruit hitting the earth aiting to be plucked. The pod hit the ground, as it had been suspended by the vines from the plant before and made a loud "splat" as it made contact with the earth.
Before Jim could say anything, a hiss erupted as the pod split in half and emptied with gallons of a somewhat thick but still watery sap, similar if not identical to that which the female hiker had been covered in rushed out of the spent pod. Jim then saw that in the center of the pod was a woman. Not just any woman, however.
This woman, wet and shaking, was an identical copy of the hiker that his girlfriend and her friend had just helped down the hill and that this plant, which had birthed this seemingly identical facsimile, had just finished for the lack of a better term, fucking. Jim atched as the pod withdrew a vinelike tendril from the center of the clone's stomach which left a cavity identical to the hiker's own navel. Jim stared at the duplicate's body. Five foot seven, white skin, brown hair, but it had fuller breasts an no scars or callouses, no moles or freckles. Jim guessed that either this was an idealized version of the hiker or that it was made this way because the plant had not yet finished gathering all the information needed to make an exact replica of the hiker.
Thoughts began to race through Jim's mind. Why had the plant created a duplicate of the woman. Was it trying to assimilate it's way into the population undetected? Was this a scout? Jim didn't have time to come up with any answers as the plant born replica opened her eyes, an exact match for the hiker's own sky blue, and and took a loud gasp of air into newformed lungs. She shook her head as if in a daze and stood straight up, liquid dripping from her newly acquired yet identical to her original's breasts save the sagging of her twenty six years like drops of water off of a honeydew melon. She had a small wet thatch of brown pubic hair identical to her auburn locks and long supple legs which accntuated her hourglass figure and wide birthing hips. Before Jim knew it, the clone made eye contact with him and began, of all things, to cry! The duplicate hiker ran shaking her taut round ass as she moved and collapsed in Jim's arms.
"Please! Master .. I mean, Mister ... you have to help me! That -- that plant ... thing ... just raped me! My name is Melissa Kendall, I'm 26 and I live just a few blocks away, please help me get away from that thing!"
Jim turned white as he realized that the plant had just created an exact replica of Melissa -- one that didn't know she was a clone of the original Melissa, being helped back to her own home as he spoke by his girlfriend and friend!
Tue Dec 21 03:42:17 2004