Annas Accidental Replication Study Ch 13

Author's Note:

FYI, these are old chapters that are taking a while to make it through the queue. They publish one per day to not flood out everybody else's posts. Updates are MF for this story, and Fridays only for Claire's story.

The digestion chamber on the baby plant was over half full now. The amount of insects breeding her holes hadn't slowed down and if anything they had gotten more aggressive. A few of them even got into fights--thankfully scrambling off of her to fight elsewhere instead of accidentally injuring her. The plant she was nurturing was still too young to defend her, and the seedpod in her ass wouldn't be much help.

Her stomach was getting quite full now from all the insects pumping their eggs down her throat. Idly, she wondered if the seedpod would shut the hole in her gag if her stomach got dangerously full of eggs. She knew the basic life cycle of the plant, but definitely didn't know every minute detail about them. A part of her wanted it to let these insects use her throat as much as they want.

Another convulsion rocked Anna's body, pouring eggs out of her pussy and forcing the ones stuck against the walls of her ass out from between the seedpod and out of her gaping hole. It didn't seem to matter how well the insects glued their eggs to her walls, when so many of them were fighting for the same spots. They were actively scraping and piercing the space between eggs in her womb. injecting new ones underneath the eggs of their competitors. Each new egg displacing those from before it, scraping them off her walls, forcing them past all the ovipositors writhing against each other in her throbbing cervix.

Anna was melting. She always wished she was allowed to cum while being bred, and the seedpod was giving her an incredible reward for being such a good obedient hole. Her brains were being melted out of her holes. She only wished it would also let her cum when her urethra got fucked as a broodmare for the Vinereaver Wasps. That would be fun too. Her bladder was still empty and hadn't been used since her last brood. The vine stroking in and out of her keeping her hole well and truly prepared for when--not if--the plant decided to make her into a seedbed for their preferred pollinators. Her toes curled as another climax ripped through her, her holes almost painfully contracting around their occupants at the thought of having all of her holes filled and bred while being allowed to cum.

When she was strengthening the larvae inside her she had never cum that hard in her life, nor had she cum for that long before. Having the plant's permission while being bred by the other insects was a really nice, but it would be over soon. She almost missed the continuous days of pleasure brought on for the benefit of her wasp brood when they were greedily consuming her mana and essence.

Contraction after contraction rocked Anna's body as she did her duty, cumming her brains out to fill her newborn plant with much needed nutrients; the redirected energy pouring out of her sopping wet holes. Every part of her was covered in the swarm as they clamoured to get a chance to breed her holes.

Eventually, the plant's digestion chamber was nearly full, and it began producing slime, tentacles writhing over her body to wash the pheromones away even as she continued to be speared and filled by the swarm in their breeding frenzy. It took around 10 minutes more of being used by every insect on or around her before the last insects pumped their final load of eggs into her and began to lose interest--the scent of the pheromone washed away and neutralised with the plant's slime.

After the constant drone of insect wings and the rhythmic plops of mess pouring out of her, Anna collapsed on her side, legs shaking from the exertion of remaining on all fours for hours while she was continuously filled. Eggs and cum continued to pour out of her abused pussy. Every breath forcing more of the mixture from her overfull womb through her pleasantly aching cervix. The plant was still too weak and small to paralyse her and present her holes to the swarm like her previous owner, so she had to do it herself. Laying down would only prolong her breeding and would diminish the pleasure of being bred so thoroughly.

She lay there for a while taking deep breaths through her vine gag. Her stomach was back to the same size as when she was pumped full of fluids to prepare her body to carry the seedpod in her ass. A few errant eggs slowly slipping out of her--pouring off her shapely rear to drip down into the digestion chamber. The seedpod began its squirming and breathing inside her--pushing the eggs that had been fucked deep into her ass out of her hole--she lay there soaking in the wonderful sensation of eggs rubbing against her walls and her holes as they made their exit. the seedpod didn't want any of these eggs gestating in her ass, leeching off her orgasms or worse yet: hatching inside of her. A thin vine writhed from deep inside her ass, scraping and grinding against her walls, cleaning her insides along the contours of the seedpod. The thin vine was terrible at its job and only got a few eggs at a time. The majority of eggs still stuck inside her were just shifting around from the vine stirring her depths pleasantly.

The vine in her urethra was back to its normal slow and thoughtful pace, fucking her gaping hole. The vine stretching her and massaging the underside of her clit, edging her harder. Meanwhile, the same vine that had prepared her pussy for breeding wavered upwards, clumsily slapping against her ass as it searched for her opening. When it found it, she moaned as it plunged inside of her. Instead of flaring the tip and forcing the errant eggs back into her womb, it dove to her entrance, depositing a thick and viscous gel much like the secretion used to seal her womb full of concentrated nutrient for the seedpod. It flared its end, scraping the eggs out of her and cleaning out her pussy with every stroke. Each time it pulled out of her, the end contracted and it speared back into her depths to repeat the process of cleaning her. The newborn vine didn't have the size or strength to force the eggs back into her womb for digestion, so it chose to scrape them out of her hole so it can eat them itself.

Once her pussy was scraped clean of eggs, it slithered deeper inside her and flared at her cervix. The end kissing her womb and sealing it shut. A thin vine from the newborn plant squirmed and writhed towards Anna's face, eventually spearing into her mouth and down her throat. Pulse after pulse of aphrodisiac were pumped into her as a familiar thin tendril in the center of the flare in her pussy penetrated through the gel sealing her womb and began pumping enzyme into her.

Despite being such a young plant--or perhaps in spite of it--it had overdosed her with aphrodisiac a little. Ok, maybe a little more than a little. With the plant's permission, Anna came undone and saw stars as her whole body convulsed, toes curling, hips bucking against the vines inside her. A couple fistfuls of filth forced its way past the seal in her womb and squirted out from the rhythmic contractions of her pussy. The vine stroking her urethra inflating its segments, driving Anna to higher peaks of pleasure as they stretched her farther than she ever thought possible.

This orgasm was far more intense than what she was used to, and she could hardly breathe as she writhed on the ground. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity. The walls of her ass and heat almost electrified with pleasure as they convulsed around their vines, milking them, desperate for more. Despite the incredible amount of stimulation, the aphrodisiac prevented her from getting overstimulated, forcing her body to cum harder than she ever thought possible.

It was almost nostalgic, cumming this hard again. Anna couldn't think from the pleasure. Her convulsions so strong the plant had to force air into her lungs again. She lost track of time, and eventually she felt the tell-tale shift inside her womb indicating that all the filth inside her broken hole had been digested by the enzyme and her earth-shattering orgasms. Her contractions must have helped the process along, since it felt like it was faster than normal.

The plant began sucking the nutrient out of her womb, filling a bulging transparent sack two feet outside her dripping pussy. When she was sucked dry, the vine released her womb and pulled out of her with a wet and sticky pop, splatting down on the ground. Nowhere near strong enough to hold that much nutrient up on it's own. It dragged across the leaves towards her, moving towards her mouth. The vine slithered into the opening in her vine gag. still covered in her own juices, it slipped into her throat without resistance. The vine travelled deeper and deeper, the comfortable swell of having her throat occupied driving Anna against the wall of an impending orgasm even harder, until it reached the sack in her stomach, giving Anna her first full meal of nutrient--the prior eggs shoved down her throat didn't count. The seedpod in her body would consume those on it's own.

Just as the vine pulled out of her throat Anna heard a new noise... like distant thunder. it was getting louder and louder. The vine seemed to hear it too (can they hear? maybe they just sense vibrations.) It wrapped it's thin vines possessively around her, as it tried desperately to wrap her body in its broad leaves to no avail. The plant was still too young and Anna was too large to fit inside.

The noise was deafening now. Anna heard a crash as multiple things broke through the jungle canopy, descending towards her. Massive insect legs crashed down on either side of her. Several wasps the size of a medium dog paused, seemingly sizing up Anna for a moment before two of them wrapped their legs around her and their massive wings began to beat a furiously tempo. Anna was painfully torn from her plant, the umbilical vine connecting her seedpod to the infant plant forcibly broken. The seedpod was partially yanking out of her, about two feet had been torn out of Anna and hung there writhing as the wasp carried her away.

The seedpod was squirming, pulling on the tendrils deep inside her and the knot still in her depths trying to force its way back into her when a massive stinger plunged into the seedpod, paralysing it. The wasp thrust again and stabbed into Anna's ass cheek, its venom coursing through her veins. She felt woozy as her vision started to close in, as the last thing she saw was the wasps breaking through the jungle canopy, headed further in the direction she was going--away from civilisation.