It was a tough night's sleep.
After much deliberating, Jim felt like he must go along with the plan. With one dead body and fingerprints on a murder weapon, he didn't really have a choice, did he? The plant-Sharon could easily pass off as a long-lost sister coming to visit her relative, only to find that her violent gun-toting boyfriend had shot her in cold blood. The case would be closed before it opened.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but he had eventually come to the decision that he should just try and...go along with what the plant replica of his dead girlfriend had to offer. The chance to create a harem of obedient women that served his every whim was a desire of every man. Especially Jim's.
So why not take the opportunity?
He had eventually fallen into a disturbed sleep, his 'new' girlfriend nuzzled close to his chest...
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He woke up with a start, straight up in bed.
Remembering the events of yesterday, he looked over to the spot where his dead girlfriend lay. Only to find the body was nowhere to be found. No blood pool or spatter from bullet wounds. Nothing.
He shrugged it off as a bad dream and smiled as he listened to the sound of somebody singing in the shower. No doubt Sharon was an early riser, it was considerate to leave him in bed to sleep.
He put on a dressing gown and crossed the hallway to the bathroom, and cautiuously opened the door. At that moment, the shower turned off and the door slid open.
It wasn't Sharon.
It was Melissa, the hiker from yesterday. What on...?
'Good morning, Master' the brunette cooed and reached around his shoulders to give him a sultry peck on the lips - before reaching down to stroke his growing manhood. Jim's eyes widened.
Where was Sharon? He broke the kiss and nearly slipped over as he left the bathroom. Leaving a perky, nude woman who wants you is hard enough to do, but he has questions to answer.
He started to descend the stairs but was stopped dead in his tracks.
The open plan living room was a mess. Torn clothes and spilt coffee everywhere. And Sharon stood at the bottom of the stairs, with a glazed look on her face.
But it was behind Sharon that Jim couldn't help but look at.
The plant had taken hold of two women - and then Jim remembered something about Melissa inviting her sisters over to meet Sharon.
Becky was a spritely woman in her early 20s. Budding journalist, budding painter budding...everything. And, with a brunette pageboy haircut, had the ability to be cute to anyone. Not that plants cared - she was currently bound by three vines around her waist, arms and legs. Two phallus-shaped bulbs were busy pumping her, and a passive look on her face coupled with the gurgling she made as one of the phalluses slammed in and out of her mouth.
Sienna had the business sense of the family and had gone into broking. The eldest of the bunch, she had taken time out of her schedule to see the sister who had gone off the radar with her hiking. But now the ginger hair she kept as organised as her work was matted with plant juice as she was forcefully entered again and again.
Sharon had a small smile on her face and she watched to sacs on the plant begin to grow...
Wed Mar 07 08:35:35 2012