“ Hi, it's Carmen. ... No, not today. Not tomorrow either ; I quit, basically. ... It's not about the money, I just won't be able-bodied to work for a piece so ... ... No, you can bewilder my thing away. Yep. ... Yep. I got ta go. ... OK. ... OK ... OK, bye."

Carmen squealed in excitation after hanging up the call with her boss. Former-boss. She frolicked about her animation room while going through her final genial checklist. This was the survive time she would have to think in a long piece. public-service corporation were prepaid, neighbors notified of her ‘ absence ’, postal card from around the creation post-dated for her mom to periodically welcome. She had even said goodbye to her goldfish. There was nothing left to do but to get ungarbed, and since she was already down to nothing but socks, that didn't take long.

Her slender consistency now in the nude with only loose fibril of her retentive auburn hair cascading over her expectant boob like Eve in the garden, Carmen faced the grotesque potted plant that had been growing in the corner of her garret. Like a prop from Little Shop of repugnance, its single bud held upright on a midst stem was big enough to fit a stoop person inside. The pod had begun to crack open like a red smiling on a greenish cheek this very sunup, which meant a decennial upshot was set to set out. In the wild, a carnasporum would now wait for a rebellious young woman to ignore her forefather 's warnings about approaching the commonly and enticingly called Thousand-Orgasm blossom. It was a vociferous misnomer, the numeral of orgasms this flower would typically force upon you was easily in the millions.

The cherry-red insides of the bud were layered with yard of little tentacle boss, a red coral Witwatersrand of windflower, but the main drawing card was the four stiff pollinating follicles expanding from its core like a volcano erupting in slow-motion. As thick as human arms and dripping with fluids Carmen knew was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, they were bobbing up and down, left and justly, seeking. Seeking a mate.

The air in the open attic was saturated with pollen tinged with the Saami center. It was numbing Carmen's judgment with every new breathing place and keeping her nipples tingling and tumid. That conversation with her boss felt like a remote dream ; now she could only call up about the bloom carnasporum a few understructure away. That is how the plant life lured its victim in the wild, but it couldn't have known that spreading its spores like a mist of ejaculate was a waste of energy. Carmen did not need to be lured into anything. Getting thoroughly pollinated for months while slowly going insane with lustfulness was the grounds she had bought the infernal thing and why the slight gap between her thigh was wet and sticky.

The plant felt her stopping point, smelled her stimulation in its own deep way. It extended a leafage as a stair, then another, until Carmen had climbed heights enough to dip her toes in the squirming Jacuzzi. The four behemoth follicles had accession to her eubstance now ; three caressed her straight belly and round buttocks, while the fourth pushed up between her tits, all leaving trails of sticky sex-inducing jelly on a moaning Carmen's soft, blanch skin. The inwardness only needed simple skin contact to take a dangerously intoxicant core, but despite the intense tingling the vegetable cocks left in their backwash, Carmen knew the real fun would start once they began coating her insides. This arousal had evolved to solace hesitant young char while their oddity gradually faded into anxiety. Another useless dance step for this eager nymphomaniac.

"shtup ... '' she whispered."stoppage teasing me. Take me. harry me. Assimilate me. I'm just a sustenance privy for your liquid pollen."

The plant heard or at least smell that this specimen would not make common cold groundwork once the fist-size glans at the end of its theme started poking at impossibly tight holes, so it skipped ahead to the parting where thorny vines snatched the normally-screaming girl's limbs and waist. Two of the vines wrapped around the home of Carmen 's tit, making surely any attempt to escape would be straining on these medium tits. Had leak been anywhere on Carmen's mind, it would suffer been too late. Had she been wearing apparel, they would take in begun dissolving in the lubricating gel.

The tightening volute of the vines on her flesh quickly grew unbearable, yet Carmen moaned through it all, her kitty drenched, warm, and inviting. And, mere seconds later, standing with rickety leg on the tickling rug of the plant's backtalk, the invitation was accepted. The head of one of the follicles pressed against her kitty-cat, stretching it around its strange bulging form, and Carmen had an orgasm that made any former joy she ever experienced feel like a cringy memory.

The side by side climax came before the first one even finished when, deeper between her legs, her ass also invited in a visitor. The remaining two follicles waited for the waves of sexual climax to subside before plunging into their respective overcrowded maw that had temporarily loosened ever so slightly. This made Carmen arrive again, of course, but this time, the double-penetrating rooster fighting for blank had already made themselves at home and so there was no reason to ever stop making her orgasm.

The vines pulled her down inside the bud while its mouth swallowed the concluding ray of sun Carmen would see this year. Her physical descent as well as her descent into craziness was accompanied by the incessant spelunking of hard tentacle cocks inside her holes. They were pushing past the bend of her ascending Colon and dilating her cervix to coil into her womb, all the while oozing with shake up, easy-to-absorb love juice.

When the light disappeared above her, Carmen had a combined ten metrical foot of cock rubbing against each other and her stretched tissue layer. She was already experiencing such intense delight that her time to come sex life was forever ruined, yet this was just the first minute of arc with C of thousands more to go. Also, the carnasporum was only getting started.

Now in the tight, claustrophobic bosom of the pod, her arms squeezed against her eubstance like a frailty squishing her bosom together, there was only the superstar of hammer vigorously plowing her inside deeper than an arm could reach, the wet, disturbing noises of her hole being defiled, and the liner of her sleeping accommodation titillation every inch of her eubstance. These short louse tentacles were imbued with aphrodisiac themselves and generously applied it against her every pore like a massage from a million little mitt. Her mammilla, ass, and clit had the heavy concentrations of these little rubbery fingers tasked with keeping her coming at all multiplication. The carnasporum was learning from her body's reaction, dialing in on the everlasting method of arousal. It already knew intimately than her just how she liked her nipples tweaked and her rosebud rubbed.

A fifth stopcock, as large but stubbier than its four chum, eventually unwrapped before Carmen's useless eyes. It was the unmistakable pungent smell of sex that alerted her to its front. It rubbed and slapped its distance on her aspect as a preview of its size and to assert its inevitable dominance.

A ogre rooster for the mouth was an requisite region of self-pollinating. The dupe didn't normally need to be intimate why she was getting fucked and pumped full of fluids from both ends, but Carmen had done her enquiry. There were two kinds of cum. A more liquidy ooze, wanton for her womb and intestine to draw, that turned her into an sexual climax machine burning thousands of calories every min, and a thick, nutritious white sludge, swallowed by the mouthful every second of every minute of every minute of every day, that would consecrate her the Energy to keep living in this orgasmic nightmare. Both cums would saturate her being and meet in her bloodstream. Together they would alter her DNA and unlock more than sensitivity, and firm orgasms. All this employment, only for the guest to ply her legion with punk body heat during the mating twelvemonth while it gorged on the dripping pussy juice. The carnasporum had ‘ caught'itself a 100-pound orgasmic furnace with whom it formed a closed ecosystem.

Carmen didn't need the plant life to rub its poking sticker against her spiritualist white meat to tell her she had to take the new cock in her back talk ; she did it willingly. Her tongue poking the urethra-equivalent pickle was the hair trigger that opened the floodgate. Like four garden hosepipe, the stopcock in her pussy and ass stopped oozing and started dumping. An ultra-concentrated version of the aphrodisiac rushed up her guts and inflated her womb. They would never stop spraying. Whatever squirted out of midget pass between the pecker was simply reuse. Like a pool filtration system, alien semen would pump inside the girl until the long, drawn-out operation was completed.

As she gasped from the kick of the new sensation, Carmen 's throat filled with the first-class honours degree spurt of midst, lumpy feed that smelled and tasted exactly like nut batter, probably sharing a upstage Precambrian ancestor with human spermatozoan. She swallowed the load as best she could, but one gulp was never enough to clear her mouth and the adjacent rope always came faster than the last one could go down. Swallowing the plant's cum was a subspecies against drowning, a race she would constantly feel like she was losing.

Gulp, Glehb, Gulp ...

The croaky sound of an clapperclaw throat, the constant struggle to breathe, and all brawn tensing at a heartbeat 's tread from rolling orgasm became Carmen's entire life. Her female parent, her coworkers, her stagnant goldfish, even her name ... she did n't have a single neuron to spare thinking about what might be happening outside the carnasporum 's epidermis. They were burning red hot. The gradual sluttification of her DNA from all the semen she ingested made sure each orgasm was hard than the next so she could never get habituated. Instead, she equally craved and dreaded what the next second might bring, wondering if any new level of strength would be the one to fully infract her. judgement, body, and soulfulness. The weeks she spent inside each felt like months, so she lived an apparent lifespan getting stimulated beyond reason. But because it was n't eternal, it was n't enough.

Carmen 's soulmate spat her out of the ardent bed unceremoniously like a ruthful one-night stand. Bloated and sticky against the floor board of her loft, she took her first real number breath since the fifth rooster of the orgasm efflorescence stretched her back talk apart.

Existence was cold. cosmos was pain. Why was she no longer worming against her bondage at the verge of insanity from body-convulsing climax ? Why was she cast out of a lovesome nether region and into a frozen one ?

As Carmen's vision returned, so did her memories, slowly. An net rabbit cakehole had shown her a grotesque-looking plant reviled and persecuted like an invading weed in virtually countries. It was mere oddment that drew her in but reading deeper into the horrible mating drug abuse of this plant, Carmen couldn't help but allude herself. She would read recountings of untried womanhood getting caught and tortured via violent forced orgasm by giant star heyday cocks while being force-fed foul-tasting paste, and feel envy instead of sympathy. So, despite all word of advice that even the shadowy of dealers cared enough to leave, she had bought a carnasporum at the cusp of its bloom. She had nurtured it, spending many nights giving its stem passionate titjobs while licking its growing bud ...

Then she remembered the most significant character. She had not just bought one carnasporum but ten of them, so that one of them was always in bloom.

Carmen followed her nose at first, the mankind still too bleary, then her eyes spotted the red-on-green of the next mouth. Leaving a bubbly lead of semen-mix oozing from her gaping kettle of fish, she crawled toward the refreshed, expanding peter for another year of torturing bliss. If she picked the compensate maturity for each of the plants. A yearly Australian crawl like this one would be the sole drawback of her new life .