Impractical Botany

Stephanie swiped her key pass over the door lock, scowling as her backpack slid off her shoulder to catch at her elbow.

"Oh, Damn no!" she said twisting hurriedly as the weight of the bag threatened to drop the extra-large coffee she was carrying, leading to a mad scramble as the lock clicked open, reaching awkwardly across to turn the latch before it cycled locked again.

Struggling valiantly Stephanie managed to twist the latch and catch her foot on the door before swinging it open. With an annoyed breath she stepped into the hallway leading to the botanical research center.

Stephanie had been working at the applied botany center at unseen university for several months now as a grad student, working through the hours she needed for the semester. Pulling a night shift wasn't her usual plan for a Friday night, but she had agreed to a switch with Amanda who had a party she wanted to get to.

At the end of the hall Stephanie tapped her pass on the door again, this time pushing the door open with her foot to enter the control room. Stepping inside she entered to the monitoring room letting it click shut behind her.

"Hey John," Stephanie said as she dropped her bag on a chair by the door.

"Oh! Hey Steph, I thought Amanda was coming in tonight."

John was a good-looking guy, Stephanie always thought, shorter than her with close cut brown hair. He obviously worked out a lot, Stephanie remembered hearing something about weekend competitions in something but never worked with him enough to learn more.

"Yeah, she had something come up so asked me to cover her for the shift tonight. Anything to pass along for the hothouse?"

John shook his head distractedly, glancing at the monitors and back at Stephanie as she turned away. John's eyes drifted down her back to the tight jeans over her the full curve of her butt. She wasn't as busty as Amanda, he thought with a slight feel of disappointment, but he knew the baggy shirts she always wore had to be hiding some charms.

"Hothouse, yeah no, been same old, I guess. Quiet day in botany."

"I know, right," Stephanie sad as she took the other wheelie chair and pulled up to the monitor bank. "Wow, it looks like there was a lot of activity today, John! Specimens 42, 43 and 45 are all showing an increase of mobility. You didn't notice that?"

"Yes, I noticed," John replied half sarcastically. Wheeling his chair over to her side, he took a subtle breath, tasting her scent. Ok maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. "But it is all well within parameters, some slight deviations but nothing swaying the baseline to much. Barely makes a twitch in the median of behavior indictors."

John leaned back in his chair, hiding his sense of excitement. For the last few weeks, he had been injecting an experimental stimulant on the misting system for the hothouse, the same days showing in Stephanie's report. For most the plants it had spurred some growth but for three samples in particular it had caused an almost purposeful activity, especially in the vines.

"Check the camera," she said without looking at him, "It looks like some are active now! This is so awesome! Have you gone in?"

"Can't," John said with feigned sadness, "Still restricted after that cold I picked up last week."

"That's stupid," Stephanie said, only half paying attention as she brushed her hair back from her face, "As if a cold could contaminate a plant specimen."

"Lab rules," John replied as he felt a sense of excitement building. He was disappointed when Stephanie had showed up, but looked like she was going to wander into the very trap he had planned for Amanda!

"Whatever," she said standing, "I'm going in to check it out!"

"Sure," John said with a wave of his hand, "I'll wait here and monitor."

"Yeah, do that."

Stephanie left the control room to a prep room leading to the hothouse entrance. The temperature in the hothouse was high at the best of times, but with the humidity the air usually felt thick. The students always joked it was probably set up so the academic staff could get a free show of the half naked students, although at the moment Stephanie didn't care.

Quickly undressing she slipped on her shorts. John wasn't wrong about Stephanie's baggy top and she let out a satisfied sigh as she unfastened her bra and put on a bikini top. before walking barefooted to the door leading to the hothouse.

In the control room, John was working manically. Once Stephanie left, he programed a release of the stimulant, smiling as the gages showed it was being released. He had been priming the room all day so knew with the extra dose something would start moving. He had already run experiments a few days ago and knew the dosing to get the vines active. It had been a little nerve wracking since he had to expose himself to the vines, but after his experience the chance to see them in action with Stephanie wasn't one he was going to miss! He managed to re-route the cameras to show a loop of the empty room just as the door opened. Leaning back, he got ready to enjoy his experiment.

Stephanie cycled the door and stepped into the room. The blast of moist heat making her head spin, tasting an odd minty scent in the air that wasn't there the last time she was in the room. Shrugging she started down the padded walkway to specimen 43 which had been showing the most activity from the control room. Her bare feet making slight squishy sounds on the mats between the rows of plants.

"John, can you hear me?"

John pulled away from the camera controls, fumbling for the mic, "Yes loud and clear."

"There is a weird taste in here, I'm getting oily. Make a note to check the hydration system in the morning."

"Sure, got it."

John went back to the camera, focusing on Stephanie's butt as she made her way to specimen 42.

"Ok, I'm here," Stephanie said. Pausing to wipe the sweat and mist from her forehead, she leaned over the table.

"John, this is crazy! The leaves are swaying!"

Easing her hand into the foliage, she smiled as the leaves started to brush her hand.

"This is amazing," Stephanie whispered.

The leaves closed gently over her hand, small vines unwinding from the stalks. Stephanie smiled at the sensation, leaning closer as more leaves crept from the brush. The leaves wound their way up her arm. Drawing a giggle as they tickled her elbow.

In the control room John was losing his mind. He aimed one camera at Stephanie's upper body, admiring her hanging tits as she leaned over the plants. Unnoticed, John had connected a smaller line that sprayed a concentrated version of the stimulant in the hydration system, coating her entire upper body and half way down her legs. She was so distracted by the tickling up her arm she didn't notice when the others from the sides began creeping closer along her sides or the brief thickening spray. As it landed, other leaves began curling around her other hand with longer vines unwinding.

Slightly concerned she leaned back, surprised when the vines suddenly tighten and pulled her closer to the planter.

"Hey John, you catching this?"

"Yeah," John replies, dialing up the stim, "We've, um, been seeing this for a few days now. Just enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?"

As the minty mist settled Stephanie felt a weird tingling. The plants grip tightened, pulling her to lean forward. Other vines crept out, brushing her bare sides. The thin vines flickering over her ribs and across her belly starting to make her squirm.

"John!" Stephanie said laughing.

"Oh yeah," he whispered.

Unseen, larger vines were sprouting from across the walkway. Reaching out, they quickly wrapped around her bare legs, pulling them back and making her fall forward. Stephanie let out a shriek as her legs were suspended, her upper body falling into the bush.

"John!" Stephanie started laughing as thinner vines sprouted, creeping along her legs, seeming to find all her sensitive spots. The thicker vines opened their own smaller branches, flicking greedily along her bare legs. She let out a shriek of laughter, the feathery touch leaving her struggling in their grasp.

Pulling her head back from the leaves, the vines wound their way up her arms. Tickling her arm pits and down her sides.

"John!" Stephanie cried out between bouts of laughter, twisting to pull away from the full body caresses. Across her belly the smaller vines flickered, sucking up the oily spray, the strong tips dancing along her sensitive skin.

Twisting to one side the strap to her bikini top caught a branch, pulling it to a side. The oily residue seeping down her breast attracted several leaves, suddenly surrounding it in a web of flicking and sucking sensation.

"Ahaha!" Stephanie cried out, body vibrating from the intensity. Her kicking legs were quickly restrained as John activated another spray across her back and butt. The stronger vines pushed higher, easily sliding under her shorts to find other moist areas.

"Oh, John!" Stephanie moaned as one of the vines probed the entrance to her pussy, the tip twitching along the length of her lips. Her hips tried bucking away but only helped to draw it in.

"Oh, fuck," she cried as the vine penetrated her, thinner vines sprouting inside and moving about. It was quickly joined by a second, smaller vines spreading across her pussy, wrapping around her clit as they flickered and sucked the fluids from her.

Almost as out of control as Stephanie, John activated the spray again, changing cameras to capture the plants sucking the stimulant from her body, as she broke down and had her first orgasm. The mix of tickling and action of the larger vines overwhelming her shock. Zooming in on her face he almost lost it, the look of sheer pleasure, eyes rolling back and wide smile as the plants cleaned and took her. The moment she unknowingly made eye contact through the camera, her face a mask of pleasure, was to much as he lost control himself.

After a few moments he leaned back in the char, watching as the vines continued their work on Stephanie. He figured she was on her third orgasm by this point and didn't look to be slowing down. He gave another spray, smiling at her shrieks of pleasure and laughter. Checking his external hard drive he nodded to see the feed was still recording, a scene like this would pay for his whole next year classes. He even considered cutting Stephanie in, her cries of pleasure and laughter echoing through the control room, the way she was moving with the vines taking her he was sure she would be up for a round two.