Jim had suddenly and unexpectedly stepped into a situation that could be quite fortuitous and profitable for him depending on his designs for the plant. The human-like drone husk that his plant had created, a naked almost exact replica of a female hiker named Melissa Kendall, had led Jim to her original's home and met her roommate, Megan White. Megan, a botanist, would no doubt be able to find a way to make more of these plants by budding them, or perhaps even be able to figure out how to make the pods more effective in copying people. As Jim thought of these possibilities, Megan had leaned over to the plant and it had sprayed a puff of pollen at her; what Jim hadn't realized was the first sign of the plant's tentacles about to expand to begin the replication process.
Megan sneezed directly on the plant violently, which was enough to trigger the first vine, which seized into her mouth, gagging her. Megan muffled screams as two more buds elongated and shot tentacles to restrain her. Megan fell to the ground as two more striated tenatcles began the work of mapping her body so the plant could create as exact a double as possible. Her overalls and wifebeater top were both sliced and discarded as the tentacles budded and began probing her. Jim had yet to acclimate to the process but as time went on he saw it was effective -- quick and painless. Megan thrashed and shook as the plant took the DNA and genetic materials needed to compile an exact genetic replica of her body. As this was happening, the pod Melissa stood outside; a blank faced automaton. Jim had given her directions up to this point, but without any further directions she stood motionless like a wind up doll waiting for further orders from her master.
Jim watched as the plant finished. It gently laid Megan down, rather than dropping her violently as had been Melissa's fate. Megan lay soaked in the plant's sap and juices, her blonde hair slicked back and her green eyes closed. Jim stared at her waifish body and taut stomach and realized she was quite attractive. She didn't have any scars but a few interesting and colorful tattoos, notably a lotus blossom on her stomach.
Jim stood back and watched the plant intently as after a few minutes passed, without fail, a pod emerged from it's center. The center tendril laid the pod next to Megan's body, almost as a way to show Jim the full process and the clinical precision of what it could allow someone with vision to do with it. Jim came to think that perhaps these plants didn't have an agenda at all. After all, Venus fly traps only look like flowers in order to lure in their food and provide a camouflage that resembled the fauna around them. It could be the plants needed something from human females and in order to stay in an area populated with them, created these doubles of their victims to insure that they would have others come for them or taht they would inspire someone like Jim to feed the plant to create more of them.
As Jim pondered this, the pod began to grow and undulated. It filled with sap as a human form began to emerge and the pod opened and hissed as the liquid poured out. Jim looked amazed as now lying next to each other were two waifish blonde females with taut stomachs almost identical to each other. The tendril withdrew from the pod borne copy and left an innie navel matches to the real Megan's besides it. Jim saw that as the tendril retracted from the newborn clone small tendrils like cilia mapped the real Megan's body sending little volts through the sap. As Jim watched, he realized this completed the process. Jim watched as the naked duplicate's palms and barefeet now wrinkled into calluses matching Megan's plans and feet. He looked as strands of the replica Megan's blonde hair lightened to match the streaks in the real Megan's own. Most amazingly, he saw the pod Megan's stomach begin to shimmer and bubble as a lotus blossom design began to appear under her naven but above her pubic mound, as colors and designs came into being. At this point, Jim would have found them indistinguishable from each other.
Suddenly, Jim heard a soft sucking sound as the duplicate's eyes opened. For a moment they appeared, completely white, but then a small bubble seemingly popped up and formed into a pupil, which in turn gurgled and swirled into a perfect copy of Megan's green eyes. The copy blinked several times as moisture came to the newly forged eyeballs. With that, Jim heard a gasp as air rushed into the duplicate's lungs and it arched it's back, sitting up. The copy then stood straight up, looking directly into Jim's eyes as the real Megan began to cough and come around.
The duplicate looked up at Jim and said one word.
"Master?"
Wed Dec 29 02:10:39 2004