Lois Wakes...To The Horror of the Pregger Plant!

There are good ways and bad ways to wake up. Lois vaguely remembered once when she awoke in the dark, huddled under the blankets on a cold morning. Her body had ached in that good way that it did after a long bout of sex and a longer bout of sleep—and then she had smelled, not far away, fresh coffee brewing and bacon sizzling. She had yawned like a cat and stretched, hungry for quite a few things...and that had been a very good way to wake up.

There was no coffee and bacon, now. The heat of the grow-lamps beat down on her. She was aware of a terrible weight on her midsection, and something soft tickling the lips of her pussy, which was spread wide around something. Her body still ached as from a long bout of sex, but also as though she had just gotten a very intense and thorough gynecological exam. With supreme effort, she raised her head, opened her eyes...

...and screamed.

Her stomach looked like it had swallowed an American football, the hard abdomen rising above her aching breasts, the skin taut. Soft moans came from all around Lois and she looked left and right, seeing other women on the ground in similar positions: naked, with bulbous abdomens that made them look as though they were in various stages of pregnancy. Lois was the smallest of the lot, which the biggest looked ready to drop.

Lois struggled to push her upper body up, her unwieldy stomach difficult to move...and saw, with concern, that all four of the naked women around her had some great flowering vine attached to their pussies. Reaching down, around the dome of her belly, Lois could feel a similar plant attached to her own crotch. Soft petals covered her crotch, but the stem was thick as hawser rope, and about as touch. The reporter's eyes followed the green vine along the ground to a central trunk, to which the other women were also attached.

"Ah, you're awake," a familiar voice said, and Lois turned. There was a kind of fence set up, five feet away, completely encircling the plant and its five captives. Poison Ivy leaned over it. "How do you like our pregger plant?"

"What...how...who...when...why!" Lois sputtered. The red-head's grin spread wider.

"It's not native to this world. The roots, according to the woman who gave it to me, extend down into hell. I don't know about that, but it is a fascinating species that reproduces with the aid of mammalian hosts. The seed-pods are supposed to germinate in the human womb." Ivy, spun a lock of her hair around one finger. "The other subjects have all successfully 'birthed' several pods, but none of the seeds have proven to be fertile. Something not quite right with the conditions. I'm hoping to have better luck with you."

"You're insane!" The reporter said.

"Perhaps," Ivy smiled. "But I'm out here, and you're in there. I'll be back in a few hours to see if you've properly ripened."

So saying, Ivy turned, her green buttocks bouncing in their leafy leotard as she walked back among the rows of cannabis plants. Leaving Lois and her fellow prisoners alone with the pregger-plant.