From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
So Emmii was finally at The Zone.
Being the Chrystal Heights hotspot it was, of course, the central area- known as Main Street- was pretty packed. Shy by nature, Emmii wasn’t big on crowds, so the short Japanese woman moved away from the large square bar that made up Main Street and instead moved toward the passageways that led to the bars and clubs in the areas known as the Edge.
Emmii looked around until she found the passageway she wanted. She’d heard enough stories about The Zone that she knew better than to just wander into any bar in the Edge. Emmii had decided beforehand where she wanted to go.
She moved through the hallway and went down a back passageway. Then the passage opened up into a larger room. There was a screened wooden-framed door. Over the door was a sign: The Greenhouse. The letters of the words were formed by flowered vines.
Emmii nodded. This was the right bar. Themed with plants and flowers. Yes, it was an Edge bar, but just how bad could a garden-themed bar be? Satisfied, the short Asian girl opened the door and made her way inside.
Emmii glanced around. The décor was pretty much what one would expect from a bar labelling itself ‘The Greenhouse’. Greens, browns and yellows abounded everywhere. Potted plants were positioned in strategic spots and vines coiled around corners and edges. A breezy woodsy scent hovered and the ambiance of the bar suggested that it wouldn’t be a stretch for a satyr to step up and order a drought of wine.
The bartender handed Emmii her drink, who accepted it with a shy smile. Emmii then turned and glanced around. Noticing a small crowd gathering in the back corner, she headed in that direction.
A small garden lined the back wall of the club. Bordered by a short brick wall, the garden extended perhaps three feet from the wall. A number of unusual plants grew from the dirt, creating an interesting botanical setting. Standing in front of the garden was a man giving what appeared to be a small demonstration.
Emmii sighed. Not even 5’ tall, she couldn’t see anything. Spotting an available table in the area, Emmii slid onto a chair and watched the man.
The man was dropping some seeds into a heavy clay pot. “These are seeds of my own making,” he said. “They are actually an interesting cross-breed with aspects of various plants and flowers I have found in the area.”
After dropping in the seeds, the man opened a thermos. “In here,” he said, “is a special formula I have created. It represents food and liquid energy in plant-food form. If I have done this correctly, we should see sprouts before we even start our next round of drinks.”
There was appreciative laughter from most of those gathered in the general area. Emmii nodded, thinking it nice that one could enjoy a drink and an educational experience in the same setting.
The man opened the thermos and slowly poured the growth formula over the freshly-planted seeds. There was a round of polite applause. Then the gathering broke up, following the man toward the bar.
Emmii sat back and took a small swallow of her drink. There were fans set into the walls, quiet but strong, blowing air across the tables in an effort to stimulate a greenhouse breeze.
There was a tickling across her shoulders and Emmii brushed it away. Then she felt something brushing her ankles.
Startled, Emmii jumped to her feet. But by that time it was already too late.
From the ceramic pot that housed the seeds the man had planted, a thin vine had apparently grown almost instantly. But it had grown fast, thickening as it did so, and it was far more tentacle than vine. Then another vine appeared, and then another.
A sharp retort was heard as the ceramic planter suddenly split open. Thick roots were already rooting in the soil. More tendrils began emerging from the soil, joining the other active tentacles.
Emmii was no fool; she turned to move away from the out-of-control plant. But the largest of the tentacles wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her almost effortlessly off her feet, bringing her bodily closer to the impossible botanical creature.
Emmii struggled, but her arms and kicking legs flailed uselessly. She had no leverage, no way to free herself from the appendage wrapped around her waist.
Then she gasped as she felt the growing tentacles wrap around her wrists, her ankles, preventing any movement, even the helpless squirming she had been engaging in. Held aloft by the strong appendages, unable to move her arms or legs effectively, she was completely helpless to stop the smaller tentacles from slipping underneath her clothing and into her underclothing. With a sudden tearing sound, Emmii’s clothes were torn from her body.
Heart pounding, eyes wide, Emmii opened her mouth to scream, but an opportunistic tentacle immediately slid into her open mouth and into her throat. Emmii doubled her struggles to escape and tried to bite down on the appendage, but despite the seemingly smooth, cool exterior feeling delicate, she was unable to break through the smooth hide of the tentacle.
Then Emmii’s eyes widened as the tentacle began shooting a thick, sweet fluid into her throat. She continued to struggle, but she could feel herself slowing, feel the edge coming off her struggles. Emmii knew instinctively that she had just been force-fed a sedative and she tried to fight the effects, but she could feel her limbs becoming heavier, responding less to her mental commands.
“Mmmmppphhh!” she said, her lips wrapped helplessly around the tentacle as it pumped the sweet, sticky syrup into her belly. “Mmmmmppphhhhhhh…!”
Emmii noted through half-lidded eyes the activity around her as bar patrons approached, unable to get closer due to the presence of other, even larger tentacles threatening them. The flow of the narcotic syrup down her throat continued to fill her belly, making her almost drowsy, taking the edge off her struggles.
The appendage wrapped around her waist unwrapped slightly, with the tip of the tentacle wavering directly in front of Emmii in a cobra-like manner, nearly between her breasts. Then two tendrils emerged from the tip of the tentacle. Each tendril moved instinctively toward the helpless woman’s nipples.
Emmii gasped around the tentacle in her mouth as she felt the tendrils penetrate her nipples. She wriggled furiously as the tendrils moved deeper inside her nipples, burying themselves in her areola. She struggled, wriggling her shoulders desperately, but the tendrils were rooted too deeply. The tendrils stopped moving any deeper then, but they made no move to pull out of her areola. Then Emmii realized she could feel fluid being pumped into her breasts through the tendrils.
She moaned helplessly as she felt her breasts slowly filling, growing heavier, fuller. She continued wriggling her shoulders, but with less success now, as she could feel the fluid sloshing side-to-side in her swelling breasts. she shuddered, still held aloft by the tentacles, unable to pull free.
Because of the narcotic syrup filling her belly and the heaviness of her slowly swelling breasts, it took Emmii a second to realize there was a new sensation pushing to make itself known. Then Emmii’s eyes widened again as she realized that the sensation was being caused by a relentless pressure against her tight rear opening.
Emmii squealed around the tentacle in her mouth and wriggled her hips, but she was unable to stop the tentacle from penetrating her tight sphincter. The tip slid past her helplessly widening muscle, slowly filling her back passage with thick, pulsing tentacle. Once it was deeply implanted inside her tight ass, the tentacle thickened, filling her passage, ensuring it was fully rooted inside the squirming, wriggling girl. The red-faced Emmii could only moan as she felt the invading tentacle begin shooting thick, heavy syrup deep inside her ass.
Despite the overwhelming sensations of her anal insemination and the narcotic syrup filling her belly, Emmii still tried to fight off the last tentacle. But she had no way of preventing the tentacle from pushing against her pussy, no way of preventing it from slipping between the embarrassingly wet lips, from sliding deep inside her pussy and pushing into her womb.
And as Emmii watched a series of round bulges moving down the tentacle, she suddenly intuited with a heart-pounding realization that the tentacle was actually an ovipositor and that the tentacle creature was trying to impregnate her with eggs.
Emmii squealed in panicked humiliation as she felt egg after egg moved into her womb. She struggled, wriggling side-to-side, but to no avail. One-by-one the eggs moved into her, sliding down the ovipositor, moving relentlessly through her pussy into her womb.
Emmii groaned, unable to stop the flow. She could feel her belly filling, stretching, growing heavy, stuffed with eggs.
And then, at the exact moment Emmii knew she couldn’t take any more, the last egg slid into her tightly-packed belly.
The tentacles slid out of her mouth, from her sore pussy and tightly-packed ass. The tendrils slipped out of her now-sloshing breasts, out of her nipples. The tentacles around her wrists and ankles released her limbs. The thick tentacle set her down on her feet, unwrapped itself from around her waist.
And then the tentacles retracted into the soil, satiated, looking for all the world like a harmless wriggly plant.
Emmi blinked, trying to work through the effects of the narcotic syrup. Everything continued moving in slow motion. Her hands cupped her gravid belly, full and round, stuffed full of eggs. She moved slightly and was dismayed to realize that her breasts were indeed jiggling, sloshing heavily with milk, far, far bigger than she had arrived with.
And then she blushed from her hairline to her toes as she realized she was standing naked in front of a crowd. Somebody handed Emmii what was left of her clothing. It did little to cover her body, let alone her embarrassing condition, but little could be done for the heavily egg-laden, waddling girl.
The man who planted the tentacles ran to the plant, scooping up soil and taking readings.
Emmi suddenly burped unexpectedly, inadvertently filling her mouth with the sickly-sweet taste of the narcotic syrup that sat inside her like a wet, sticky mess. She moaned as the erotic weight of her heavy, full breasts wobbled side-to-side. And then she blushed as she realized that her embarrassingly full breasts were already lactating, causing the front of her tattered top to become soaked.
And then she blushed again as her egg-filled belly rumbled, causing an unexpectedly heated sensation to emanate from her sore pussy.
October 2019
So Emmii was finally at The Zone.
Being the Chrystal Heights hotspot it was, of course, the central area- known as Main Street- was pretty packed. Shy by nature, Emmii wasn’t big on crowds, so the short Japanese woman moved away from the large square bar that made up Main Street and instead moved toward the passageways that led to the bars and clubs in the areas known as the Edge.
Emmii looked around until she found the passageway she wanted. She’d heard enough stories about The Zone that she knew better than to just wander into any bar in the Edge. Emmii had decided beforehand where she wanted to go.
She moved through the hallway and went down a back passageway. Then the passage opened up into a larger room. There was a screened wooden-framed door. Over the door was a sign: The Greenhouse. The letters of the words were formed by flowered vines.
Emmii nodded. This was the right bar. Themed with plants and flowers. Yes, it was an Edge bar, but just how bad could a garden-themed bar be? Satisfied, the short Asian girl opened the door and made her way inside.
Emmii glanced around. The décor was pretty much what one would expect from a bar labelling itself ‘The Greenhouse’. Greens, browns and yellows abounded everywhere. Potted plants were positioned in strategic spots and vines coiled around corners and edges. A breezy woodsy scent hovered and the ambiance of the bar suggested that it wouldn’t be a stretch for a satyr to step up and order a drought of wine.
The bartender handed Emmii her drink, who accepted it with a shy smile. Emmii then turned and glanced around. Noticing a small crowd gathering in the back corner, she headed in that direction.
A small garden lined the back wall of the club. Bordered by a short brick wall, the garden extended perhaps three feet from the wall. A number of unusual plants grew from the dirt, creating an interesting botanical setting. Standing in front of the garden was a man giving what appeared to be a small demonstration.
Emmii sighed. Not even 5’ tall, she couldn’t see anything. Spotting an available table in the area, Emmii slid onto a chair and watched the man.
The man was dropping some seeds into a heavy clay pot. “These are seeds of my own making,” he said. “They are actually an interesting cross-breed with aspects of various plants and flowers I have found in the area.”
After dropping in the seeds, the man opened a thermos. “In here,” he said, “is a special formula I have created. It represents food and liquid energy in plant-food form. If I have done this correctly, we should see sprouts before we even start our next round of drinks.”
There was appreciative laughter from most of those gathered in the general area. Emmii nodded, thinking it nice that one could enjoy a drink and an educational experience in the same setting.
The man opened the thermos and slowly poured the growth formula over the freshly-planted seeds. There was a round of polite applause. Then the gathering broke up, following the man toward the bar.
Emmii sat back and took a small swallow of her drink. There were fans set into the walls, quiet but strong, blowing air across the tables in an effort to stimulate a greenhouse breeze.
There was a tickling across her shoulders and Emmii brushed it away. Then she felt something brushing her ankles.
Startled, Emmii jumped to her feet. But by that time it was already too late.
From the ceramic pot that housed the seeds the man had planted, a thin vine had apparently grown almost instantly. But it had grown fast, thickening as it did so, and it was far more tentacle than vine. Then another vine appeared, and then another.
A sharp retort was heard as the ceramic planter suddenly split open. Thick roots were already rooting in the soil. More tendrils began emerging from the soil, joining the other active tentacles.
Emmii was no fool; she turned to move away from the out-of-control plant. But the largest of the tentacles wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her almost effortlessly off her feet, bringing her bodily closer to the impossible botanical creature.
Emmii struggled, but her arms and kicking legs flailed uselessly. She had no leverage, no way to free herself from the appendage wrapped around her waist.
Then she gasped as she felt the growing tentacles wrap around her wrists, her ankles, preventing any movement, even the helpless squirming she had been engaging in. Held aloft by the strong appendages, unable to move her arms or legs effectively, she was completely helpless to stop the smaller tentacles from slipping underneath her clothing and into her underclothing. With a sudden tearing sound, Emmii’s clothes were torn from her body.
Heart pounding, eyes wide, Emmii opened her mouth to scream, but an opportunistic tentacle immediately slid into her open mouth and into her throat. Emmii doubled her struggles to escape and tried to bite down on the appendage, but despite the seemingly smooth, cool exterior feeling delicate, she was unable to break through the smooth hide of the tentacle.
Then Emmii’s eyes widened as the tentacle began shooting a thick, sweet fluid into her throat. She continued to struggle, but she could feel herself slowing, feel the edge coming off her struggles. Emmii knew instinctively that she had just been force-fed a sedative and she tried to fight the effects, but she could feel her limbs becoming heavier, responding less to her mental commands.
“Mmmmppphhh!” she said, her lips wrapped helplessly around the tentacle as it pumped the sweet, sticky syrup into her belly. “Mmmmmppphhhhhhh…!”
Emmii noted through half-lidded eyes the activity around her as bar patrons approached, unable to get closer due to the presence of other, even larger tentacles threatening them. The flow of the narcotic syrup down her throat continued to fill her belly, making her almost drowsy, taking the edge off her struggles.
The appendage wrapped around her waist unwrapped slightly, with the tip of the tentacle wavering directly in front of Emmii in a cobra-like manner, nearly between her breasts. Then two tendrils emerged from the tip of the tentacle. Each tendril moved instinctively toward the helpless woman’s nipples.
Emmii gasped around the tentacle in her mouth as she felt the tendrils penetrate her nipples. She wriggled furiously as the tendrils moved deeper inside her nipples, burying themselves in her areola. She struggled, wriggling her shoulders desperately, but the tendrils were rooted too deeply. The tendrils stopped moving any deeper then, but they made no move to pull out of her areola. Then Emmii realized she could feel fluid being pumped into her breasts through the tendrils.
She moaned helplessly as she felt her breasts slowly filling, growing heavier, fuller. She continued wriggling her shoulders, but with less success now, as she could feel the fluid sloshing side-to-side in her swelling breasts. she shuddered, still held aloft by the tentacles, unable to pull free.
Because of the narcotic syrup filling her belly and the heaviness of her slowly swelling breasts, it took Emmii a second to realize there was a new sensation pushing to make itself known. Then Emmii’s eyes widened again as she realized that the sensation was being caused by a relentless pressure against her tight rear opening.
Emmii squealed around the tentacle in her mouth and wriggled her hips, but she was unable to stop the tentacle from penetrating her tight sphincter. The tip slid past her helplessly widening muscle, slowly filling her back passage with thick, pulsing tentacle. Once it was deeply implanted inside her tight ass, the tentacle thickened, filling her passage, ensuring it was fully rooted inside the squirming, wriggling girl. The red-faced Emmii could only moan as she felt the invading tentacle begin shooting thick, heavy syrup deep inside her ass.
Despite the overwhelming sensations of her anal insemination and the narcotic syrup filling her belly, Emmii still tried to fight off the last tentacle. But she had no way of preventing the tentacle from pushing against her pussy, no way of preventing it from slipping between the embarrassingly wet lips, from sliding deep inside her pussy and pushing into her womb.
And as Emmii watched a series of round bulges moving down the tentacle, she suddenly intuited with a heart-pounding realization that the tentacle was actually an ovipositor and that the tentacle creature was trying to impregnate her with eggs.
Emmii squealed in panicked humiliation as she felt egg after egg moved into her womb. She struggled, wriggling side-to-side, but to no avail. One-by-one the eggs moved into her, sliding down the ovipositor, moving relentlessly through her pussy into her womb.
Emmii groaned, unable to stop the flow. She could feel her belly filling, stretching, growing heavy, stuffed with eggs.
And then, at the exact moment Emmii knew she couldn’t take any more, the last egg slid into her tightly-packed belly.
The tentacles slid out of her mouth, from her sore pussy and tightly-packed ass. The tendrils slipped out of her now-sloshing breasts, out of her nipples. The tentacles around her wrists and ankles released her limbs. The thick tentacle set her down on her feet, unwrapped itself from around her waist.
And then the tentacles retracted into the soil, satiated, looking for all the world like a harmless wriggly plant.
Emmi blinked, trying to work through the effects of the narcotic syrup. Everything continued moving in slow motion. Her hands cupped her gravid belly, full and round, stuffed full of eggs. She moved slightly and was dismayed to realize that her breasts were indeed jiggling, sloshing heavily with milk, far, far bigger than she had arrived with.
And then she blushed from her hairline to her toes as she realized she was standing naked in front of a crowd. Somebody handed Emmii what was left of her clothing. It did little to cover her body, let alone her embarrassing condition, but little could be done for the heavily egg-laden, waddling girl.
The man who planted the tentacles ran to the plant, scooping up soil and taking readings.
Emmi suddenly burped unexpectedly, inadvertently filling her mouth with the sickly-sweet taste of the narcotic syrup that sat inside her like a wet, sticky mess. She moaned as the erotic weight of her heavy, full breasts wobbled side-to-side. And then she blushed as she realized that her embarrassingly full breasts were already lactating, causing the front of her tattered top to become soaked.
And then she blushed again as her egg-filled belly rumbled, causing an unexpectedly heated sensation to emanate from her sore pussy.
October 2019