"Who did you used to be?"

"Who I.... I I'm not... " Her jade-green eyes clouded for a moment. "I... can't remember. I don't.... know my name. I'm... I'm a.... I don't know!" Blossom frowned.

  "Tabula Rosa. A Blank-Slate reaction!" The most unfortunate possibility. Of course, some side-effects were inevitable with something so powerful as the Process. Every fiber of her being had been torn asunder and reconstructed into a creature beyond youthful beauty. But this was the side-effect that Blossom found most inconvenient. Whatever knowledge or resources the woman had gained over her long life where lost to them! But at least Blossom need not fear that the Truth might be discovered. The best forensics team the FBI could hope to put together would find not a shred of the changed woman's former identity. Nothing they would understand, at least. But a Blank Slate meant that this target would have to be used in other ways; physical ways. Which Blossom was well prepared for.

  "Who... how... my... ohhh.... w-wha?" The black woman-cum-rap video sex-goddess was starting to regain some of her mental faculties, and her breasts had nearly finished growing. A merely gorgeous handful of boob had nearly finished a flowing expansion past volleyball size. Blossom had seen a few rare, black strippers with outrageously vast tits on their huge frames nearly as plump as watermelons - but now...Blossom's second target had the sleek figure of a Victoria's Secret model combined with ginormous Grand-Tetons to smother to **** the most ardent tit-lover!

  The youngest target was starting to think again as well, her breasts had just finished growing from 5-inch splendour to a final width and girth jutting as far from her chest as the entire length of a woman's hand-span; with a healthy perkiness so unlikely for breasts that size.

  Reacting quickly, Blossom puckered her lips and blew forth a burst of pink dust that filled the air around her second and third targets.

  "Lesbian." she commanded.

  She pushed the hyper-busty black girl against the fitness-model redhead. The reaction was immediate. Both women screamed and began clutching at each other as though life-itself depended on it. The tall woman and the busty beauty stared into each other's eyes with a hunger that bordered on madness. Licking, fondling, kissing each other's neck, lips, breasts... not necessarily in that order. Fitness-model grabbed Rapper's Girlfriend under her arms and thrust her against the stall partition, physically dominating the smaller woman. Strong, toned arms and hands gripped the wrists of her bosomy lover and pinned her to the flat surface behind them. The way Fitness-model **** herself upon the smaller woman was achingly close to lesbian ****, but the darker girl was much more than willing.

  The Blank Slate moaned, caressing herself, and Blossom knew it was Time. Relaxing her shoulders, jiggling her bosom, she thrust her hips forward; as she revealed her true self.

  It came from her pussy. It was thin and whip-like. Translucent white. After some initial confusion, an observer would soon recognize the object as part of a flower; perhaps a stamen. A thin, pollen-bearing tube appropriate for a plant ready to reproduce. The head was golden yellow, with bright pollen-bearing bulbs clustered at the tip. Blossom gave a feral grunt and began panting with lust as she stalked the girl-woman with a  predatory hunger.
  But the scent and sight of the flower-stamen coming from out of Blossom had a profound effect on women that had been Ripened as these three had. Blank-Slate released a frantic gurgle as she sat upon the bathroom counter, spreading her legs wide in a pleading gesture.

  "Aaaaaoooohhhh.... please.... fuck..." She pleaded. Her expression was not entirely lustful, not submissive, but fearful. The youthened woman did not remember her past life, did not remember whether there was anything in this world of equal value than Blossom. Her greatest fear was that she might not get fucked by Blossom and her stamen.

  She needn't have worried.

  Naked, female flesh met. Breasts sandwiched together amidst girlish coos and throbs. Barely six feet away, the black girl shrieked in quavering bliss as fitness-model hoisted her with one strong arm, lips pulling fiercely on one plump nipple, while her other hand jack-hammered into the other woman's lubricating twat. Their hunger for each other causing a moistening of both pussies that should have been the result of toe-curling sex. But both were held fast in the iron grip of a Sapphic mania beyond imagining or discretion.

  Blossom's own urges were no less consuming, her mammalian treasures bulged against the other woman's. Blossom's mountains were the larger of course, but only slightly. The Blank Slate bit her lip in hopeful anticipation as Blossom's stamen began probing and caressing her labial lips. But she was too nervous, so afraid that she might do something wrong, and might not be reamed royally by her not-quite-human lover. But for this phase to succeed; Blossom needed a partner who was relaxed and aroused.

  "P-please... need you... need to touch you... feel you..." Blank Slate moaned passionetely. "You will... enjoy me... my body... my pussy..." she insisted.

  "Relax." Blossom ordered. Her golden-tipped stamen throbbed, the woman sprawled beneath her whined and shivered. She was afraid of making a mistake that would prevent Blossom from stamen-fucking her.

  But Blossom didn't want anxiety and fear. As she teased the youthened woman's pussy with her stamen, Blossom thrust a plump nipple in the other woman's mouth. Honey-sweet nectar-nilk flowed past the glistening Jessica Alba lips of the Blank Slate, and the new challenge was how to suckle, and moan with pleasure all at once. Blossom's milk would calm her, and make the next transitions much easier on her body.
  When at last Blossom's stamen slipped deep into the Blank Slate's wet and willing pussy, her thrustings went nearly unnoticed by the rutting, transformed whores slurping and thrusting at each other against the barrier of the stall partition.

  Their turn would come.

  Though many of her memories had been erased, Blank Slate had an idea of what a man's cock would be like; this was something different; at once less than - yet somehow more exciting. Blossom emitted a series of feral grunts as her stamen extended to full length within her target's pussy. This unnatural flower-fucking acted as a shortcut to orgasm. Far thinner than a man's penis, having it vibrate and quiver insider a pussy was like a teasing prelude to real sex with a man; yet the wider, gold-flecked cap laden with pollen tingled and throbbed when inside a woman. The result was a swift, intense rush of stimulation that led to a quick and dirty orgasm. It was a sharply intense pleasure, yes she had climaxed; but the result was an increase in the female libido, rather than post-coital satisfaction.
  So Blossom thrust into the other woman, who was spread wide and braced with her elbows against the bathroom sink. Yesss..... there.... Blossom had to wait until her target had climaxed and then...

  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHNNNG!"

  She howled as the fuzzy, golden cap of her stamen popped inside the other woman; the cap opening and erupting,  lodging her pollen deep inside the fertile womb of the female she had Ripened for just this purpose. For her as well, the sex was different. It was a single, stunning explosion of toe-curling eroticism, a minute-long orgasm in less than two seconds. It left her stunned; dazed with intoxicating pleasure....and craving more.

  It was done. Blank Slate was quivering and twitching madly upon the sink counter. Her eyes fluttering as her body and pussy seized. Pollination was a wondrous, shocking experience for newly-Ripened women. A sensual pleasure so immense that it produced dangerous seizures; an unaltered human would probably stroke or go into cardiac arrest should they experience the burning, sensual rush of Blossom's pollen spreading and germinating within her womb. This was a rare, precious moment. Blossom could give her more orgasms with her stamen; but none quite like this first time, as her pollen worked its magic deep inside the Blank Slate's womanhood.

  As Blossom staggered from the aftereffects of the immense orgasm, another flowering bud emerged from her scalp, pushed its way past her platinum-blond locks, and unfolded into a brilliant chrysanthemum. She was always wary about losing control in a public place but it hardly mattered if these three saw the real her!

  Her silky skin glistening with sweat, she moaned with a predatory hunger as she rose from her first conquest. Stalking forward, she thrust her massive bosom towards her next targets, while running her hands down her sleek form and jutting hips as thin trails of nectar-milk dribbled from her engorged nipples.

  Her stamen rose again; she'd released a good dose of pollen into the Blank Slate, but the fluffy tip of the flowery appendage still had considerably more to give. Blossom's primal instincts flared sharply, and she began panting openly at the thought of the other Ripened women now available to her.

  The others seemed to be doing fine by themselves. Fitness model was leaning with her back against the stall partition, hands clutching the ebon mane of the rap-video eye-candy. She was forcing the black girl to eat out her pussy; but with both still under the effects of the Lesbian mists, very little persuasion was required. The darker girl alternated between rubbing the taut abs of her taller lover, and squeezing her own heavy-hanging bosom bounty. Both women were fully Ripened; Rapper's girlfriend had leaking mounds easily large enough for a gallon of milk; swinging pendulously from her chest, almost to the level of her knees as she squated to savor the womanly sanctum of her muscled lover.

  Fitness model had actually gotten slightly taller than before; a statuesque paragon of health and athleticism without ever jogging a lap or lifting a barbell. Her breasts were now perky but vast melons jutting upright on her chest. She was nowhere near the extravagant mammalian mountains bursting forth from blossom's chest; but her new size was at least 5-cups larger than her previous B-size. She was busty in a way that was not jaw-droppingly excessive, as Blossom and Rap-video-girl were, but rather she was just past the threshold of bustiness large enough that no fashion photographer or fitness magazine would publish her without criticism. Achingly close to an amazonian ideal of healthy perfection; yet with breasts just large enough to forever relegate her to the realms of the stripper pole and Adult's only section.

  Blossom knew what to do; she decided to take the darker girl doggie-style. Positioning herself behind the tempting hemispheres of Rapper's Girlfirend as she ate the pussy of Fitness Model, Blossom gripped the girls' hips, grunted, and entered her from behind with her still-eager stamen.

  A ripple passed through the feminine trio from the bizarre pleasure of the plant-like member. Rapper's Girlfriend nearly choked on the wetness from Fitness Model's cunt; yet she continued her ministrations with tongue, hand, and lips. Blossom; thrusting into the black girl from behind, who was on hands and knees as she slurped the pussy of the muscular woman leaning against the stall. Meanwhile, the Blank Slate girl still thrashed and moaned on the bathroom counter as Blossom's pollen permeated and took root within her.

  The tanned, toned goddess was still not satisfied with this attention. She removed a hand from the black girls' flowing curls to fondle, pinch, and knead Blossom's balloon-like endowments. Both squealed as Blossom's boobs released another tight squirt of rich nectar-milk, sprinkling over both Ripened women.

  But Blossom was close again to her own climax, as her stamen vibrated fiercely within the sopping pussy of Rapper's Girlfriend, but she had to hold on... hold on until....

  YES!!