Edited by Angrybarcode and RogueLurker
Author's note: This story is a sequel for Keily's Plant.
Introduction
Homeland Security Agent Robert Crawford arrived at the local police station in the middle of the night. Late night visits were not a usual habit for him, but he had received a curious call. The concerned tone in the voice of his long-time friend, Randall, was impossible to ignore. Crawford's curiosity increased as he approached his friend's office. He remembered Randall's cryptic words,
"You have to see this as soon as possible, Robert. I can't describe it on the phone..."
Crawford knocked on Randall's door and entered without waiting for an answer.
"Finally, you're here," Randall said with some sort of relief.
"Hi Randy. What's going on?" Crawford said.
Although he was talking to Randall, his eyes rested on a woman sitting across his friend's desk. She looked too young to be another police officer.
"Come over here; take a look at this," Randall responded as he reached for a video camera that was placed over his desk and pressed the play button. There was a black cable connecting the camera to Randall's computer.
Crawford looked at the young woman as he walked around the desk. Randall noticed the look.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is Mary. She is a... witness, you might say," Randall explained.
"A witness to what?" Crawford asked.
Randall stood. He indicated Crawford to sit on his chair, and signaled to the PC monitor.
...The first image on the screen showed an empty bed. The video had been taken from inside a closet, or something similar, since only part of the bed was in the field of view. Whoever was filming the video was nervous; the image was very unsteady. A few seconds passed and then a naked young woman appeared on the screen. She couldn't have been any older than twenty...
Crawford was startled for a second; he turned to look at Randall, before looking back at the screen.
...The woman lay on the bed, face up and unmoving for almost half a minute. Slowly, she moved her hands up to her breast, massaging them as she released a barely audible moan. Moments later, the young woman moved one hand to her crotch and gently rubbed her pussy. Soon her hips began to rise and fall in accord to her increasingly louder moans...
Crawford started to feel uncomfortable. So far, the video looked no different than a soft-core porn movie, and he was just sitting there in front of a woman he had just met. He was getting impatient.
"What are we watching Randy? What's all this?" Crawford asked.
"Just wait a second. It's coming..." Randall answered and again signaled with his head towards the video.
...The woman was rubbing her clitoris harder and faster. Her whole body was undulating wildly in an obvious prelude to a powerful orgasm.
"Ahh ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!!"
The woman arched her back, her head sunk deep in the pillow as she lifted the rest of her body up in the air, supported only by her toes. Her hands clasped the bed sheets as her trembling legs spread wide open.
Suddenly, a gush of white slime poured from the woman's pussy. It seemed to be thick and sticky as it slid down the woman's ass and thighs, dripping to the bed sheets. The slime was quickly followed by a greenish protuberance that slowly escaped her body, growing wider and longer as it slid out of her pussy lips...
Crawford felt his cock stir in his pants in spite of the strange scene he was watching.
...The cucumber-shaped object was finally expelled from the woman's vaginal cavity as it landed on the bed. The woman appeared to have a final contraction, letting more slime spray out, before collapsing in exhaustion.
The object was moving, like a breathing lung, inhaling gasps of air and then ripped open. A clear substance spread across the sheets, liberating something from inside. It was a greenish sphere the size of an orange, and it had a skin-colored tube protruding from it.
The image shook slightly and lost focus just before the image went blank...
The agent was astonished. He looked at Randall, waiting for an explanation and noticed that Mary was sobbing quietly.
Randall explained, "This video was filmed by Mary two days ago and the woman in the video is Susan Swanson. She used to be Mary's best friend until last week, when they both attended the state college. Mary says Susan was changed or possessed by something while staying there, as you saw in the video, and she wants us to help her friend. Mary, why don't you tell him what you told me?"
After listening attentively to Mary for almost twenty minutes, Crawford finally said,
"I'm going to make some calls. We are going there right now."
* * *
It was only a matter of time until someone discovered the strange things that had happened at the school. Despite Keily's best efforts to conceal the events that changed her life forever--and the lives of so many women--a lost soul had betrayed them. Mary had secretly recorded a video and delivered it to the authorities.
Now, one month later, a horde of agents had taken over the school, along with everyone and everything related to the alien plant.
A scientist dressed in an insulated suit approached the plant to take a sample for the hundredth time. It had changed since the first time they saw it. The large green ball at the bottom was turning darker and the large tube that extended up from the ball had changed from a slick, bright red to a rugged, dark brown. The scientists believed that the plant was dying, but they couldn't know for sure.
