Chapter 6: Ch. 6 – Titration

Janet hummed. It was a good nap.

Ian was suckling at one breast and playing with the other, teasing what little she could produce at the moment. She needed more nutrients in order to make a more potent, rejuvenating liquid.

“Ahhhn, Ian…”

She felt free. Tired, not quite as sluggish as before, the curtain was drawn a tad. Enough that as morning went on her face was illuminated. Wonderful nourishing ultraviolet piercing through the earth’s atmosphere, causing her loins to burn once more with growing need. He must have opened it earlier to help her wake up naturally. Some sort of implanted memory. Not a true drone, but still afflicted with her…

Opening her eyes, Jan wondered what she was.

Something bugged her about the post-orgasmic bliss, the thoughts she had. The Spider’s blue tentacles, the tiny little flower with its wriggling monofilaments and lord knows what kind of damage it could do, seemed so far away now.

Her influence.

The seeds.

Telling them to stop. No, ordering. Commanding obedience.

Ian suckled harder. With two mouths now, greedily, tiny little feathery bristles sopping up every drop to not waste a single one.

Wait.

Sitting up slowly, whining a tad that she was out of the light, her eyes trailed down the bed. Half-covered by the blanket, she was not in the position that she’d fallen asleep in. The sheets and pillows were mussed, only some lingering heat and musk of her once-upon-a-time boyfriend left behind. But then what was-?

Shuddering with pleasure, eyes closed while tendrils spread over her bosom and tried to gently massage what they could reach, her hands roamed from belly and up to her breasts.

Two tiny seeds, shells cracked open, malformed roots trying desperately to survive off of her milk.

Three thoughts came to mind.

When the fuck had Ian noped off?

When did these two little assholes crawl their way onto her?

Where was the third one?

Talons lengthening off her nails, tiny little rents went through her blanket as the other hand slowly rose to hover over one of the creatures.

Images of anger. Red. Hate. Fire. Death. Rip apart the hateful blue star, uproot and tear asunder.

Fear.

From within and without. Not hers. She was rage.

Within her womb warm with life, without clinging atop her mounds. Sparks of sentience that knew enough to understand danger and the absence of comfort. That fucking Plant’s seeds! She should get rid of them. Crush them and grind them and burn them too.

But then again, they were like children. Or soldiers following orders. Their general was some ancient thing from times long past that operated on its own instincts. Gave instruction through its instincts. It wanted to consume and spread itself. She had found it practically wilting and subsisting on animals and the forest life actively retreating from it. All it wanted to do was expand its dominion like any territorial animal, follow the food.

Plucking off the pair of parasitic seeds, they tried to retreat inside their shells. Broken as they were, almost actively drying, it was clear they were meant to take root somewhere quick and not meant for surviving this long.

Janet felt her belly churn and warm. Right, Ian and her had fucked. Shooting his load inside her. She made sure he couldn’t let go. Why? That could have been disastrous. Lots of doomsday apocalypse sci fi things started off with human genetic material getting mixed with the aliens to make hybrids that took over the Earth.

Something felt different though. All of the worrying and concern was from whatever mixed up inside her. Four seeds from the Plant, semen from her consort.

Her nightstand vibrated. Smartphone touchscreen with dozens of text messages and even a score of missed notifications, voicemails. Underneath was her notepad and pen on which someone had left a helpful little scrawl.

“Alright Ian, steal away super stealthy and then leave me a night stand message. This better not be a one-time thing,” Janet muttered darkly before reading. “Don’t care about you, phone. ‘Hey Jan, had to leave before boss walked in on us. Yours is really pissed. Drinks tonight?’”

Not a one-night thing. Good.

Starting from the time Janet usually walked in the building, when she turned on her workstation, then to the time she punctually reported to her boss, was a wonderful tragedy in four acts. First was mild concern, then confusion, then anger. Act four was beginning with bargaining.

She couldn’t fathom this delicious revelation. Her boss was almost positively useless without the well-oiled assembly line that Janet maintained. That bitch probably couldn’t even sharpen a pencil while checking social media on the company dime. Maybe after being forced to do her damn job, maybe a little more appreciation could be slung Jan’s way.

Still…

The phone rang again, set to vibrate. It was barely noon.

“You know what, eat shit Danielle.” Smiling, Janet silenced the call and got up. Passing through the streamer of sunlight, pausing for a breath as the sunlight graced her skin, it was back into the kitchen.

Dark, dark kitchen.

“I need another day to recover,” she said to no one in particular. Eyes lingering on the drawn window, impulse guided her to throw them wide open.

Janet was still hungry.

Green hue returned to her skin as the azure veins began pulsating in the light. Turquoise sheen around her nails, the same accenting her skin like faint seams in a flower’s petals, it felt oh so wonderful to have this pure form of energy fill her. Her lips were beginning to moisten with the overwhelming ecstasy from the experience.

Still, she had another half the problem to fix.

Mini-seed three unaccounted for, the trio were selected to do something about the water. Janet refused to allow that sort of collateral damage, no telling what it would do and how wide the area of effect was going to be. She only ever intended to hit the people within arm’s reach and go from there. Then it was revealed just how tenuous the Plant’s influence was over her. All sorts of things felt way better, from her body to some dark corners of her mind, bright like the sun fueling her recovery.

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But now with the specter of corruptive blue Plant gone, there was nothing preventing her from tackling her problems, her way. And everything after this… After this…

After this…

Cracked concrete jungles, creeping vine forests, pure water flowing…

Throne of living emerald, all her subjects writhing in agonizing pleasure as her seeds wrapped tendrils around their…

Pure water. Right. If she wanted a proper drink, she couldn’t just walk down to the apartment complex convenience store. Worse yet, groceries could be hard to get if Jan ordered a metric ton of filtered water. Judging from the plastic bottle incident earlier, even that was a problem. Burned going down. All the energy needed to purify the drink before turning around to synthesize nutrients with all the other things. Inefficient.

That’s what the seeds were for. Take root. Work for her. Serve her.

“You two little guys want to live?” Janet sighed, looking at both of the seeds quivering in her palm. She couldn’t see her sapphire eyes brighten, faint mist of fluorescent blue particulate leaking out of the corner of her eyes, nose, breath. “You want to show me what you meant to do?”

A tiny thought tried worming through her mental presence to answer. m

Needed planting. Cleanse corruption. Filter. Work. Serve. Drink. Make. Wash. Make. Serve. Serve. Serve.

Blowing a life-giving gust of her own charged carbon-dioxide, they were revitalized long enough to do their jobs. She walked over to the kitchen sink and tipped her hand over just enough to let one of them slip into the drain.

Janet felt more than saw what it did. Pulling its way down with fibrous legs, finding the right spot in the drain, anchoring itself. Wrapping around and around, piercing through the pipes with grating screeches. Dangerous to underestimate the abilities of her own new body then.

Then the roots wrapped around the water lines that fed into the sink faucet. Wound and wound and wound, entangling the source of poison in a thick weave of sickly hempen brown strands. Thorns grew, biting into it, drinking from it, absorbing it.

Opening the cupboard below the sink, Jan was treated to a slowly expanding bladder of water that was growing structural supports to engulf the water main. The actual drain was wreathed in a weird system of roots spreading at a rate she couldn’t bother worrying about.

Time to evaluate the work.

Flipping up the cold water made the entire countertop shudder.

Droplets of aqua came slowly, tinged with flecks of white and black. Minerals maybe?

Running her hand and the mini-seed under it, she didn’t hurt. It felt good. Very good. God, if she had a shower with this in the open air, maybe with a skylight? The possibilities were endless.

Cerulean sap drooled off of her lips and chin. Salivating at all the prospects this application had. As long as it was hidden, she could put them anywhere. Maybe even at her workplace. Her favorite restaurants. Her boyfriend’s place. Everyone could enjoy it.

Everyone deserved fresh water, right? Cool, untainted, laced with the proverbial milk and honey that brought such delights to the mind. Lotus to calm the mond. Nightshade to soothe the pain. Other flowers and herbs. When all fell to rest at the wayside, ensnare them and bind them and show them such wonderful gifts she could offer. Vines slick with teal ambrosia and knotted heads leaking azure nectar, filling them, spreading her seeds to spread like dandelion fluff on the wind.

Janet dunked her head in the overflowing basin. Slurping up greedily, an oasis bursting into existence within the heart of this ruined desert of a city, she found she nearly licked at the metal by the end. Stopped only as her hand accidentally shut off the lever.

What a weird daydream.

Also, cool, she had massive lung capacity.

Jan’s skin brightened visibly, the blue scrawled across her body much more defined. Even if some voyeur was zooming in on her little abode, she didn’t care.

Phone rang again.

At this point maybe she should just turn the damn thing off. However, she took pleasure watching in real time as her boss prayed that Jan was going to try and offer some reasonable explanation for tardiness or extract a promise to work free overtime to make up for what was obviously the younger HR rep’s fault.

Walking over to the bathroom, the second mini-seed was deposited on the showerhead and left to its own devices. That would be really nice right about now.

So would some food.

Might as well clear out all the bad stuff, cook everything else. She felt like a furnace with too little coal.

Unpaid, unannounced mental health day two. More sleep. Eat. Drink. Sunbathe naked on a lush blanket, hands cradling the new life growing in her. Imagine what to do with Danielle once Janet finally got claws on her pretty little face, lazy bitch that she was who only worked to save her own skin when threatened. Relish in the thought of what her face would look like when her mind was broken.

How Janet would do it.

Friday off first. Drinks with Ian. Make up for lost time with her consort through the entire night, mercy on the soul of whoever interrupted them.

The tiny human bit of her left was afraid of the delusions slipping left and right, grip on reality wavering. Why was she ignoring them? More important, was wanting a world of green her wish or the Plant’s?

Yet, it would be alright. As long as the stems and veins and leaves were her special shades of blue, turquoise, all would be fine in the end.

If she needed, she could make four more of her own Plants to help her too. Didn’t need the Spider after all, just that little initial capital to grow an investment. Holding her back and manipulating her from the background, waiting to seize control at the faintest bit of weakness, smallest evidence the cracks of her fragile mind showed-

Janet slowly felt that concern drift away, a shadow in the light of her new power pulling her humanity into a tiny dark room..

Why stop at Danielle? Why stop at the company’s bigwigs? Why stop helping to make her friends thrive?

Thrive…

No…

Why stop at only thriving in such a small, tiny, miniscule concrete jungle?

Leaning on the thick glass, eyes staring at the sun and feeling nothing but raw pleasure. The chlorophyll permeating every corner of her body rewarded each inch of lifegiving light.

The mere thought of the gifts she could share once she was done here sent a new font of wetness trailing down her legs. Swallowing back azure neon sap, breasts desiring attention as proper milk ran down her mounds in rivulets, each silhouette moving across the sidewalks and in their cars sent new waves of excitement. Running one hand over her mouth, futile as her smile brought another fountain that dripped down chest, the other rested on the four little seeds waiting to properly germinate.

Starting with Danielle.

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