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Latex Bloom - 3
by Cordelia Speedicut (cordelia_speedicut@hotmail.com)

***

A girl is introduced to her explorer aunt’s newest 
specimen - an unknown tropical plant which proves to 
have a unique and symbiotic life cycle. Stimulating and 
occasionally humorous complications result. (Mff, ped, 
inc, fantasy, preg)

***

It turned out school wasn’t so bad. For one thing, I 
made good friends with Wendy, who wasn’t nearly a dumb 
as she pretended to be. In the flesh, she was every bit 
as beautiful as I had imagined - I’d been right about 
her being horny, too. I could pretty much smell out 
lust, now. 

Of course, that wasn’t so hard in the case of boys. In 
the first month back I managed to discreetly bump 
pelvises with Tom, Keith, and both Dave’s … oh, and Mr. 
Clark (his WAS bigger than mine had been, by the way – 
up until mid-June, or so). I was beginning to see why 
those Indian guys were as keen on the plant as their 
women – I was always hot to trot.

Then in late October, to my surprise, both my plants 
set buds. I phoned Megan right away. 

"Yeah - they all have here, too!"

"I thought Anne said they only flowered once a year, if 
that?"

Megan laughed. "Yup. That's what she thought." There 
was a pause on the line, and then she said, "So - 
whacha gonna do?"

"Are you kidding?"

"OK, me too! What about your mom?"

"I don't think she's ready yet. But there's a girl I 
met at school who might be interested in botany. I 
think you'll like her."

"Cool," said Meg. And then, because she knew me, she 
added, "It's all right - I promise I won't be jealous. 
I've got Anne. I don't want you to be alone."

"Thanks, Meg! God, I miss you guys. It'll be tricky 
with school, but we should all be due around the end of 
the Christmas break. The timing is perfect! Wendy and I 
will both come and spend the break there with you."

The next day after school I brought Wendy home with me 
for a sleepover. I took her straight to my room and 
showed her my two exotic vines with their swelling 
buds, each with its own grow lamp. Already there was a 
hint of the aphrodisiac perfume in the air. I told 
Wendy the entire weird story, and, although she didn't 
believe me, at least she thought it was a hot bedtime 
tale.

"You'll just have to show me," she told me with a 
laugh.

The next morning when we got up, there was no change. 
Wendy made no comment, but rolled her eyes in a 
meaningful way. I returned a bland smile - she was a 
bit flushed. Thanks to the plant's teasing scent, she 
was probably feeling distinctly horny this morning. God 
knows I was. She was a little surprised, after 
breakfast, to find that the flowers had bloomed. 

"Well, of course they would, sometime. But they're so 
beautiful - and that perfume..." Her voice trailed off.

I waited by the door, and watched my friend as she was 
drawn to the nearest blossom, the one I thought of as 
my progeny. I felt something like pride as she tossed 
aside her clothes and leaned close to the plant. Vines 
began to caress her curves, and fold around her legs 
and that perky, well-formed ass of hers. 

However, as much as I would have liked to watch, the 
perfume was beginning to overcome me. I smiled and 
turned toward the other pot, in the corner of the room, 
and saw the huge flower waiting for me. Shedding my own 
clothes, I approached my old lover 'Antonio'. Out of 
the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Wendy eagerly 
spreading herself wide open with both hands...

I woke to find myself sprawled naked on the floor. I'd 
forgotten how stretched my belly felt right after being 
pumped full of plant cum. I was pretty sure I'd been 
out much less time than before, but my new little slug 
had already made all its connections to me - I wriggled 
it all around and then used it to feel up my clit. 
Inside, I felt a familiar fucking sensation as its 
other end got to work. My God, I'd missed this!

When Wendy eventually began stirring, I watched her, 
savouring her reactions. The sun shone on her pretty 
face, and she squinted at the light, clearly trying to 
recall what had happened. As she tried to sit up, she 
must have felt movement inside her. "Huh," she grunted, 
and then, "Oh!" 

From where I sat, I could see her pussy literally 
twitching around a big red knob. Thanks to my bad 
influence, she had already fucked a few boys, but this 
was obviously different. Like for one thing, once she 
was sitting part way up, it was clear to her that there 
was no boy.

Instead, there was just me, sitting calmly nearby, 
naked as a jay, with my legs spread to show off my own 
red knob protruding from my glowing pussy.

"But..." I could see Wendy's new slug busily stretching 
and twisting. She looked down at last between her legs, 
and then began to make rude, incoherent moaning noises. 
Suddenly she was coming: "Aggggh, AHH."

When she had finished, I knelt beside her, smiling. 
"How do you feel?"

"A little sore, but good," Wendy managed to reply, and 
then gasped as another orgasm hit her. "It was all 
true, then."

I rubbed my own thin-stretched pussy lips and then I 
too finally shuddered in orgasm. "It was all true," I 
agreed, and leaned in to give my friend a deep kiss.

That afternoon, as the sunbeam drifted slowly across my 
room, it was Wendy's turn to learn to handle the 
stimulation of being kept near peak arousal. At first 
she could only walk a few steps before she had to stop 
and catch her breath. Sometimes, an unexpected orgasm 
would double her over, puffing and giggling as it 
passed. But she progressed quickly with my practiced 
tuition. 

I had worked out all the details. Knowing that Wendy 
couldn't leave my bedroom wearing her tight little 
hotpants, I had already gone to the mall and picked us 
both out a selection of baggy sweatshirts and long 
skirts that tied at the waist. They were somewhat more 
fashionable than what I had worn at the end of last 
year. Plus I'd also got us some 'instant tan creme' for 
later, to hide our green skin.

Around about the time that school was letting out, 
Wendy headed for home, taking along her plant and its 
grow lamp for her bedroom.

After that we were inseparable. My mom worked days and 
Wendy's mom worked a lot of evenings, so we worked out 
a system. We would spend as many days at my house as we 
figured we could get away with (as in playing hooky), 
and then she would go home just before my folks got 
home from work. I'd eat a quick bite of dinner at home 
to prove I was still around, and then head over to 
Wendy's place for the evening - to 'study'. As often as 
possible, we'd sleep over too. Did I mention 
inseparable? The very first night we were together, I 
demonstrated how our slugs could join into one. Wendy 
was suitably impressed.

At school we laughed and whispered secrets, and took 
bets on who could have the best orgasm in class and 
still not move. Mostly though, we managed to carry on 
as if everything was normal. Surprisingly our grades 
didn't suffer, too much, since we actually did study 
together occasionally, between our constant fuck 
sessions. 

Everything went as planned, except that about two weeks 
after we were knocked up, Wendy's younger sister, 
Angie, caught us. Luckily, we'd been doing the sixty-
nine thing - a full out dildo-meld would have been 
harder to explain. Not that explaining wasn't still a 
bit tricky. However, Wendy told the whole story, which 
was so entertainingly improbable that Angie was soon 
talked down from 'I'm gonna tell Momma' to a sceptical 
'show me'. I think Wendy was afraid she'd never ask. 

First Angie got up close, to look at and feel our 
bright red slugs; they squirmed at her touch. 

"Ow - careful, don't pinch," I said.

Startled, she let go. "You could feel that?"

"Fuck, yes! That hurt!" To Wendy I said, "Lay back and 
spread 'em."

So then I showed Angie the seam that bonded slug with 
girl. I was afraid she would be grossed out, but she 
wasn't - just fascinated. She studied the flesh spread 
out in front of her, and I had her put her hand on 
Wendy's tummy - I knew she would feel the thing bumping 
around in there. I could tell it was all making her hot 
... she was starting to look really flushed.

Wendy saw it as well, and willed her slug to stretch 
out and rub Angie's cheek.

"Hey! Did you make it do that?"

"Sure!" She was proud of her developing skill in that 
department. "Take your clothes off and I'll show you 
more." She waved the thing slowly back and forth in 
front of her sister like a bright red cobra.

Seeing as Wendy and I were already starkers, Angie had 
no problem stripping, but she was a little shy about 
climbing on top of her sister's thighs afterward. 
Curiosity got the better of her in the end, though. She 
eased herself up until her plump bald pussy was within 
inches of the brightly coloured slug. Actually, I had 
no idea what would happen, seeing as we had never tried 
this particular experiment.

I watched in fascination as the creature, sensing fresh 
pussy juices, reached across and began to gently touch 
her, and then probe her opening. "Oh!" was all she 
said, and she squirmed her butt a little as the thing 
slowly slipped a pencil-thin finger inside her. Then, 
"WOOO!"

Wendy, who could feel whatever it was her slug was 
doing in there, said "Is that nice?"

"Oh, y-yeah!" I was pretty sure those aphrodisiacs Anne 
had told us about were leaking across into her. At 
first she sat tight and let Wendy and her slug do 
whatever they liked, but as her level of arousal began 
to climb, she shifted forward to rub her flushed pussy 
lips on her sister's. The slug, trapped between, had 
already thickened, and I soon heard Angie squeak when 
her maidenhead was finally dealt with. She seemed to 
barely notice, ‘cause she began to bounce her butt up 
and down, sliding on the now rigid dildo-beast. When 
Wendy started putting her hips into action as well, 
Angie was soon riding like a pro.

Much later, we all lay sated on the bed - Wendy and I 
connected by a melded double-slug and Angie squeezed 
between us. I could feel a protrusion of said slug 
still penetrating deep into her quivering pussy. The 
girl was humming. We had to promise to fuck her at 
least once a day, each, and bring her a plant of her 
own as soon as possible. I figured we would have to 
bring their mother one, too, to avoid even more 
complications.

By late November, the seeds began to grow inside us, 
and we started to fill out our sweatshirts. Mom, 
noticing the amount of food I had been eating, and my 
increasing waist size, gently suggested I cut back my 
rations. I assured her I was on top of it. I was eating 
less, now, anyway - I was beginning to slow down. 

"I think you should be taking some vitamins, too. I 
don't like your color."

"Yes, Mom." I didn't blame her - my orange-brown 
instant tan, painted over a blend of chlorophyll green 
and girlish pink, didn't look quite right.

Wendy and I still spent lots of time together, but much 
of it was spent in her bedroom with the heat turned up 
high, just quietly lying naked side by side on the bed 
as we rode the waves of pleasure. Angie rode too - she 
would take advantage of our sloth by climbing astride 
each of us in turn and offering our now huge slugs 
extra rations of pussy juice. They complied eagerly, 
and deeply, and I had to admire that girl's stamina. 
Sometimes, one or the other would get so frisky that it 
would hoist her butt right up in the air.

When Christmas break came at last, we took the bus 
together to Auntie Anne's town, huddled together at the 
back under a heavy blanket. After a quick cab ride from 
the bus station, we were there. I led Wendy right 
around the house to the greenhouse. 

Sure enough, Anne and Meg were out there, basking their 
pregnant bodies under a big bank of grow lamps. It was 
tropically humid and hot - just right. Meg had the same 
fake tan as did Wendy and I, with the same greenish 
tinge, but Anne's skin was a beautiful leafy green, as 
bright as anything in the greenhouse. She looked like a 
wood nymph.

There were two empty chase lounges waiting, and nearby 
were rows of large pots, filled with soil. Perfect. Our 
clothes were quickly tossed aside, and after leaning 
down to deliver introductions and greeting kisses to 
our slothful hosts, we settled down in our places. 

I noted with approval that the drip irrigation system 
had been modified to provide us all with water. As I 
began to doze, I noticed that most of our herbaceous 
offspring were absent. 

"Anne - where is everybody?"

"Mmmmm... ahhh... Oh, my! Where is everybody? Taken in 
by the Ladies Garden Club."

I thought of the group Anne often lectured to, and 
tried to picture Miss Willow, the town librarian, lying 
naked and green in her cottage under a sunlamp. "Cool," 
I murmured, as my next orgasm began to build.

END

Note - Having enjoyed 'Late Bloomer' by Dragonfly and 
the 2002 remake 'Latex Flower' by Erwin Stevens, I 
thought I would take the liberty of expanding the core 
plot of the former and recruiting the cast from the 
latter to cobble together my own adaptation. CS

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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