Author's Note:
Welcome back, dear reader! I'm like 2 weeks behind on posting this, and it takes like a week for these stories to be approved, so I am so very sorry for being late. Life got a little crazy, and the editing was taking longer than expected.
If you're here just for the sexy stuff, one of Allie's lady friends explores her flower in chapter 7. Then, in chapter 9, Allie gets her flower dicked-down for the first time! Chapter 6 & 8 are mostly just developmental stuff so you can learn more about what the changes happening to Allie's body--plot stuff that lays groundwork for the rest of the story to come! Because, without knowing all the physiological changes that comes with having a flower merged to a woman, much of what follows won't make sense.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Cravings & Growing Pains
Sunday
An hour into my drive, I feel this tickling sensation deep inside of me, like there's something soft and fuzzy spreading from my cervix to where I imagine my fallopian tubes are. It tickles so bad that my abdomen reflexively twitches, and the sporadic spasms make my flower throb and blossom so hard that my dress flutters up like there's a twitching erection between my legs.
Geez, it really freaking itches in there,
I think, pressing against the base of my belly with my fingers like that's somehow going to help.
In the time it takes for Red Hot Chili Peppers' '
Under the Bridge
' to start and end, the exit for the gas station appears ahead. Right as I'm turning onto the offramp, there's a flash of pain from my uterus from a cramp that comes out of nowhere. I flinch so hard from it that I double over and swerve onto the gravel-lined shoulder of the road for a few seconds before swerving back into my lane.
"And here I thought the cramps were done now that this thing fused to my vagina..." I groan, holding my belly.
Not long after pulling up to the red light, the pain fades only to be replaced by this weird sensation that sort of feels like the deepest part of my vagina is being stretched open ever so slowly as though there's a mini speculum prying open my cervix.
I don't know if women are capable of feeling themselves dilating before childbirth but, if we can, I imagine this is exactly what it feels like...
And as if the discomfort of dilating for no reason isn't enough, my cervix is also starting to tickle now.
Experiencing vaginal warmth and tingling in the moments after the phallus swelled in me, having painful cramps that expelled chunky jelly and made me think the flower was dissolving and eating me? That was terrifying. Waking up to discover that the flower grafted itself to the inside of my birth canal to become new, hypersensitive flesh that I could feel was something I could live with. But now that I'm getting cramps and feeling things happening inside of me again, I'm beginning to worry that I'm not out of the woods yet after all.
When I get home, I'm going to call Dr. Sloane and set up an OB/GYN checkup, because I trust her and I need to know what's happening inside of me... Unless things get worse, then I'll go to the ER...
The gas station I pull into is the only establishment on this side of the road--exactly what you'd expect from being in Middle-of-Nowhere, Washington. There are a few cars parked in front of the convenience store, but I'm the only car at the pumps. Since it's a quiet Sunday afternoon with several pumps available, I take a moment to text my friends now that I finally have service.
The first person I add to the group chat is Julie Bloom, one of my best friends from college who's currently getting her master's in genetics and molecular biology over at our alma mater, the University of Washington in Seattle. The second person I add is Priya Singh, my first roommate who became like a sister to me after only one semester together. Not only is Priya the first person I go to for everything, but she also happens to be a mycologist who works with mushrooms for a living out in Tacoma.
If there are any two people who can help me figure out what has fused to my lady parts, it's them. And even if they can't, they are the only souls I'm comfortable talking to about this.
Me to the group:
Hey, girls! Can you 2 meet me at the house in an hour? I know it's short notice, but it's a bit of an emergency... Not, like, I'm dying emergency, but yeah... And don't freak out if I don't respond to your texts in the next forty minutes or so, I'm just driving back from Olympic National Forest, I didn't die or anything haha.
At least I better not be dead within the next hour,
I think, wincing as I hit send.
My sights lock right onto the shelves stocked with sweets the second I walk into the gas station. Now all I can think about is stuffing my face with sugary goodness until I'm sick. I'm craving sugar so bad that I want to eat a pack of candy, a chocolate bar, and wash it all down with a Sprite.
Either all of these years on a low sugar diet is catching up with me or my new flower parts have me craving sugar...
Either way, my body is trying to tell me something, so I won't ignore my urges.
I grab some Pop-tarts and gummy worms since I haven't had any of those in ages, then I make my way to the fridges.
The blonde woman in her mid-30s walking in my direction smiles at me. And, right after we pass each other, I hear her inhale deeply. "Oh wow!" she says, almost in a moan. "Excuse me."
I twirl around with a smile. "Yes?"
"What is that amazing fragrance you're wearing?" Her breasts heave as she inhales more of whatever she's smelling.
"I'm not wearing anything..." I say with a confused smile.
She leans in uncomfortably close and sniffs, squeezing her thighs together as she leans back. "You sure? Because it smells like someone doused you in exotic flower oils then dumped vanilla and mango all over you." She giggles. "I mean, wow! It's heavenly!"
Her description makes me think back to the scent in the forest that led me to the flower now growing out of my cooch.
I haven't really noticed the flower's fragrance since it got stuck in me... I guess it didn't fade, after all. I just got overstimulated by it and became nose blind.
I laugh nervously. "You know what? I totally forgot that some lady I met at the end of the trail let me try some of the essential oils she was trying to sell. I wish I could remember the name of her store, but I can't! Sorry!"
"That's a shame, but no worries! If I ever found a perfume or oils that smell that exquisite, I'd probably wind up maxing out my credit cards on the stuff!"
She and I share a laugh, exchange a few more words, then we go our separate ways.
After grabbing a bottle of Sprite, I head to the counter and stand in line behind a middle-aged man who's standing behind that same woman. As if she smelled that I was behind her, she turns around with a bright smile before heading for the exit. That's when the guy who was between us approaches the register, tipping his chin up to the ceiling and sniffing around like a dog on his way to the counter.
When he hears the plastic candy bag rustle in my hand, he turns around, one hand blatantly adjusting his hard-to-miss erection. "Is that you that smells so gosh darn amazing?" he says, turning his crotch towards the counter to keep me from witnessing any more of whatever he's doing to his boner.
"Holy shit, that smells incredible!" the pimply-faced teenager behind the counter blurts out.
I grin. "Why, yes, it is me! Trying a new essential oil my friend is working on."
The man leans in and inhales deeply, then he jerks back like he didn't mean to get so close. "Shit... Well, tell your friend to stop working on it, because if she leaves it as is she'll be rich to the tits!" He lets out a bellowing laugh. "Whatever that is, it's intoxicating!"
"Thanks! I will let her know that!"
After the man pays for his beers and sandwich, the grinning guy gives me a nod, covers his crotch with his bag, then heads for the door only to stop abruptly. "Hey, this might be inappropriate, but would you want to grab a drink with me and maybe tell me about your friend's essential oil business? I'm looking to invest in a new project."
I try not to scowl. "Sorry, but I have somewhere I need to be."
He nods then steps outside.
That was weird,
I think, approaching the counter, watching as the smiling cashier seemingly adjusts his manhood behind the counter too.
Wait, does this guy also have a boner?
I think back to how horny I got when I first smelled this flower.
Don't tell me that everyone who smells me is going to get horny from now on...
