Sowing The Seeds "Mommy, there's a spaceship outside . . ." Jared's young voice was quavering, full more of wonder than fear. "It's over the corn, it's got lights. Pretty lights." Elayne's eyes flutter, she moans lightly, her arm closing around Jared's small shoulders. "Mmm, c'mere, sweetie, curl up with Mommy." "But-but Mommy, the spaceship-" "Hush, Jared, there's no spaceship, it's just funny a dream." Jared nods, his big eyes fixed on the window, the strange bluish lights hovering over the cornfield. He curls into his mother's arms, gaze never leaving streaked window, the strange glow. "This is a special report. We bring you now live to our news bureau in St. Louis, and Christabelle Santorini, our science correspondent. Christabelle?" "Thank you, Harry-FAA officials are scrambling tonight, demanding answers from military officials as unidentified craft hovering over hundreds of rural locations wreak havoc with flight corridors . . ." Alicia stares at the TV, enrapt, her slender arms crossed over her ample breasts as live video feeds show the strange, ghostly lights hovering in the dark. Gooseflesh rises on her slim body, her blue eyes widening as she watches. She doesn't believe it-not really. But she thrills to the thought, ridiculous though it may be. "No, way." Alicia's lithe form pushes up from the sofa, her frilly night shirt clinging to her sweetly curved ass, lace thong barely covering her smooth, shaved pussy. "No way there are aliens." Walking to the front door, she peers out the window, grabbing Jared's baseball bat before pushing her way quietly onto the porch. Shadows play on the trees, a breeze tossing her blond hair, lifting her night shirt up over her belly. A distracted hand brushes her hair from her eyes as she steps warily down the stairs, begins walking around the house. The shadows disappear suddenly with a soft but large whump, a broad rustling coming from around back. Alicia jumps, gasps-such innocuous sounds, but the adrenaline pumps as she turns the corner into the back yard. Her eyes scan the perimeter-fence on two sides, corn field at the back. She stands, vexed, unable to put a finger on what she's feeling, what seems wrong. She stands, back straight, eyes moving over the landscape as her mind does inventory. Her eyes widen slightly-the dog. Where is Maude? "Maude?" Alicia's voice is hushed, "Maude? Where are you, come on, girl!" A sharp bark from the corn, and Alicia turns, heads into the field, bat firmly clenched between her delicate hands. Jared stares, his young eyes huge as the lights wink out, the huge, dark shape sinks into the corn with a barely audible thump. He slips carefully from under his mother's sleeping arm, creeping across the cool hardwood floor to peer out the window. He gasps, his tiny hands pressing against the glass as he watches Alicia walk slowly across the back yard. "No, Alicia!" His voice is small, shaky. "No, don't go in there, the spaceship will get you!" He begins to cry, his giant, wet eyes following her into the corn, losing her among the tall stalks. "Maude?" Alicia moves tentatively along the narrow path through the tall corn. The corn field has always frightened her-something about being enveloped in the dark green walls, unable to see anything but leaf, husk, and sky. Another bark, this time closer, strangely calming her. "Maude, you freak, get over here!" Pushing ahead, Alicia wishes she'd brought a flashlight rather than baseball bat. It's always darker in the corn than it should be. A rustle up ahead brings her up short, adrenaline screaming through her teenage body as her pupils constrict, narrow in the black. "M-Maude?" Her trembling hands raise the bat threateningly, her full, pink lips parting, tongue swiping as she swallows hard. The rustling increases, corn moving, swaying as she draws the bat back, breath coming in shallow, panting gasps. She freezes as the corn parts, then sighs, laughs. "Maude, you scared the shit out of me!" Dropping the bat, she crouches, extends her arms, laughing as the dog barks, then gallops toward her. Her laughter dies as a snaking shape shoots from the vegetation, wraps around Maude's thick neck, dragging her large body down to the dirt effortlessly. A breathless squeak escapes Alicia's open mouth as she leaps upright, whirls on her bare feet, stumbling back toward the house. A long, hot tentacle-like limb wraps around her head, jerking her back, taking her off her feet. Alicia's hands fly to her face, thick, terrified cries ringing out as her fingers claw at the snake-like flesh holding her down easily. Her wide open mouth pants, her chest heaving, her screams cut short as the thick, fleshy appendage pushes into her mouth, probing, testing before driving down her protesting throat. Her back arches, throat constricting, legs flailing helplessly as the broad, invading muscle drives down into her, past her esophagus, into her tightening belly. "M-mommy? Mommy?" Jared's face presses against the window, his short, frightened breaths fogging the cool glass. "Mommy, do aliens hurt people? Will the spaceship take Alicia away?" He turns his head toward the bed. "Mommy? Are the aliens gonna hurt Alicia?" "Mmmm, come to bed, sweetie," Elayne groans, patting the bed, "come to bed, stop worrying. Aliens are nice-remember E.T.?" She smiles sleepily, rolls over, leaving Jared to hold vigil at her bedroom window. Alicia's eyes bug wide, her sweet hips jerking, twisting violently as another thick, ropey tentacle snakes up her trembling thigh, feeling along the seam of her panties, then driving under the elastic to rub roughly along, parting her pussy lips. Her jaws trapped open, straining, her muffled voice comes through her nose in high, horrified whines. She begins to buck helplessly as the thick flesh finds her vagina, begins working relentlessly into her dry, tight hole. Her eyes dart jerkily as another's whines reach her ears. Her small hands claw helplessly at the soft soil as she spots her beloved dog, sprawled, face impaled by a writhing tentacle, another pushing in under the poor German Shepherd's weakly twitching tail. Alicia's eyes blink hard, then flutter as the thick, snaking flesh in her pussy swells, then punches up into her uterus. Her body jerks, a low, agonized moan escaping her nose as her insides are plundered. Another tentacle pushing between her plump, sweet buttocks and Alicia's eyes roll, then close. " . . . the public is warned to stay inside their homes, locking doors and windows. While government spokespeople are not commenting, reports are pouring in from all over the country-and the world-telling us that these lights are actually ships. Yes, ships." The newscaster's face is pale, but impassive. "Reports of pets disappearing are coming in, and one picture has come in from Des Moines, showing what appear to be thick grey tentacles enveloping a small dog. That picture is being examined by our media staff before airing. Please stay tuned." Alicia's eyes flutter open, she whines sickly, her body crushed under the weight of numerous tentacles moving, undulating over her. Her small frame is shaken, scraped across the dirt as the thick, torturing flesh inside her thrusts, works all her holes. Her large breasts are squeezed between the roiling snake-like appendages, her thighs encoiled, pulled wide. She screams hoarsely through her flaring nostrils as an explosion of burning hot, acidic fluid fills her stomach. She retches helplessly, unable to bring it up, unable to even double over from the pain. Another flood in her uterus, searing, and her back arches weakly, feet drumming the rich dirt as she is filled. Her eyes move jerkily as the tentacle in her belly withdraws from her face with a wet, squiching noise. A thick, caustic belch of fluid fills her mouth, trickling down her chin as another tentacle drives quickly between her lips, down her protesting throat. Her delicate hands clench into tight, helpless fists, nails digging into her palms as another flood burns through her bowels, another thick snake slithers high into her cunt. Tears stream down her encircled face, wetting the cruel, roping flesh holding her to the ground for use. She looks dazedly at Maude, the alien flesh moving in and out of the whining dog's holes. She sobs harder, then gasps, grunts as another invading probe grinds into her battered ass. "Oh, Christ, Jared, enough!" Elayne moans, pulling her hands over her ears, "There are no aliens, okay? NONE! I'm going to smack you into next week if you don't stop! I have to work tomorrow!" Jared cries softly, padding down the hall to his own room. He reaches for the light switch, then rethinks, instead walking to the window seat, kneeling upon it to stare out the window. He gasps-from this angle he can see down the path, see Alicia's prone form, dark, writhing shapes moving over her, like giant pythons swarming. He whines high, terrified, his hands covering his mouth to stifle the sound. His tear-filled eyes stare helplessly, unable to look away as Alicia's back arches up, one of the writhing shapes driving into her mouth. Jared wraps his arms around himself, rocks, watches his beloved big sister's violation. Alicia groans, her insides burning, the soft flesh of her thighs, ass, lips angry and red from the caustic fluid emitted by the alien forms. She lies still, her body free, unfettered, the torturing limbs withdrawn from her. Whimpering, she rolls painfully, drags her knees up under her, retching unsuccessfully, dryly. Her sweaty hair hangs miserably, matted to her flushed face as she begins to slowly crawl up the path, toward the house. Each inch is torture, she sobs weakly, stunned, shivering from shock, her night shirt hanging stupidly around her shoulders, covering nothing. Her large, firm breasts sway under her as she moves, her mouth hanging open, panting. She reaches the edge of the field, drags her head up to look at the house. Safety. Moaning, she crawls on, a weak, rasping scream bubbling from her aching throat as she feels the slithering tickle of a tentacle across her thigh. Her fingers dig into the sparse grass as another joins it, then a third, a fourth. She struggles to pull herself forward as they twine around her, pulling her arms close to her sides, pushing her face into the ground. Her eyes roll up toward the house, so close. So close. Her trembling mouth opens wide, a sick, breathless scream cut short as her mouth is once again filled. Her swollen lips stretch around the rough flesh as it shoots purposefully down her throat, into her aching belly. Her red, raw thighs are pulled apart, her bruised knees trapped under her as more seek her bloodied, burning holes. Jared sobs, trembling violently, his eyes locked on Alicia as the aliens push their long, thick limbs into her petitie body. There are aliens, there ARE, and they're NOT nice, Jared knows that for sure now. He wants so badly to wake Mommy, but she'll get mad again, she won't believe him. She might hit him. He wants to help Alicia, but he's so afraid. He moans as his bladder releases, sobs helplessly as he watches Alicia writhe weakly under the assault, her filled face on the ground, her ass up as tentacles swarm over her, filling her. Her eyes are wide, staring unblinkingly at the house, fingers stretching, trembling at her sides as her body is thrust cruelly back and forth. Jared chews on his knuckles, unable to look away. Alicia crawls toward the back door, her eyes dull, wide, her mouth hanging open as the burning fluid drips from her bruised lips. Her slick, raw thighs slide across each other as she struggles to ascend the steps. The door flies open, Jared's small, strong hands grasping her under the arm, pulling her to her unsteady feet. She moans numbly as he leads her into the house, crying as he tries to catch her swaying, collapsing form. He holds her close, stroking her hair as he sobs. "Mmmmbath." Alicia mumbles weakly, her voice harsh, raw. "I-I . . .mmbath." Jared nods, half carries, half drags her to the bathroom, drawing the water as he kisses her forehead, holds her hands, unable to find words. He helps her into the tub, cries harder as she whines, flinches at the warm water touching her scalded flesh. He turns at the whining, the scratching at the door. "M-m-maude." Alicia moans, her eyes half-lidded, glazed. Jared stands uncertainly, torn. Taking a deep breath, he turns, dashes to the door, lets the limping, whimpering dog in. Her steps are unsteady as she makes her way uncertainly to her bed. Collapsing, her eyes close, breath coming in shallow, whining rattles. "Reports are coming in-wait, wait . . . my apologies to our viewers, but we have-ah, yes. Yes. Okay, thank you. Folks, this just in, the lights seem to be disappearing. According to all stations reporting in, the lights rose into the sky and disappeared at 4:27 am Central Standard Time. Still no comment from the White House, and Military Spokesman Bill Hallendish has only said that the lights are not representative of any Military maneuvers. We go now to Christabelle Santorini, who is live outside Rentontown, at the farm of Boris McKinnerary-Christabelle? Christabelle, can you-I'm sorry, folks, we seem to have lost Christabelle. We'll return to her report as soon as possible." Jared pushes Alicia back into her bed, pulling the covers up over her bruised, pale body. She is unresisting, her blue eyes dark with pain, shock. He holds a glass of water to her lips, his voice soothing as she swallows compliantly, barely aware. Crying softly, Jared crawls in beside her, curls up, his head resting on her shoulder. He listens to her light breathing, his eyes locked on the window across the room. The lights are back, hovering, glowing, rising slowly until they disappear above the eave. He continues to stare, praying they're gone forever. He moans as he feels the wet warmth spreading under him-she's bleeding. His skin begins to burn, itch where the blood has soaked under him. Hugging her close, he closes his eyes, drifts into a troubled sleep. Alicia holds the toilet for support, sobbing thickly as another sharp heave takes hold. Doubling, she vomits again, her whole body tensing as the dark, sour contents of her stomach splash into the bowl. She moans, staring at the wriggling, twisting forms in the dark water. Like mosquito larvae, they squirm, jerk. She whines, shakes her head weakly. She hurts so bad, her belly, her ass, her pussy burns, is so sore. Her throat aches, swallowing is nearly impossible, yet her mind is a dull blank. Something happened. In the corn, something in the corn. The memory dances just beyond her grasp, small flashes gone as quickly as they come. Another cramp grips her, she curls, heaves again, whimpering between spasms as more of the squiggly, writhing forms spray into the toilet bowl. Another cramp, lower, deeper, and she scrambles weakly, barely getting her bruised buttocks on the seat before her bowels release, sending a spraying flood of the squirming horrors into the bowl. She doubles, hugging herself, rocking sickly on the seat as her body is wracked by ripping cramps. Jared stares at the dark puddle of fluid on the porch, then looks at Maude. The dog whines, backing slowly away as her belly pulls up tight, begins heaving again, another rush of thick, liquid vomit splashing the boards. Jared looks closely, considering the squirming, larva-like forms swimming in her vomit, then looks at the trembling German Shepherd. "Mom? Mom, I think Maude has worms or something!" "So, is she? Is she pregnant?" Elayne stares expectantly at the doctor, already certain that Alicia has gotten herself into trouble. The depressed mood, the constant vomiting, lack of appetite, the growing swell to her belly, and most of all the evasiveness-definitely the signs of a pregnant teen. "Well, Elayne, I would have thought so, too, but the blood test comes back negative." Dr. Wainwright sits, pushes the results of the blood test across the desk. "She's not pregnant-but something is going on with her body." "What do you mean?" Elayne's tone is softer now-concerned rather than angry. "Her uterus is distending, her breasts are swelling, milk ducts seem to be kicking into working order-all the signs of pregnancy, but a negative on the tests." "Could the tests be wrong?" "I took a listen-no heart sounds. The girl isn't pregnant, but---" "But?" Elayne sits forward, eyes wide. "But this could be indicative of---just COULD, certainly not anything definitive her-but could be indicative of some sort of tumor growth." "A tumor? Oh, dear God!" "Elayne, relax-it's likely nothing but a psycho-somatic thing, but I'd like to send her over to radiology next week, get some pictures." Elayne leads Alicia out of the examination room, looks around the waiting area. The small room is packed, unusually so. Pale faces, dull eyes, hands clutched over bellies as they wait. A chill runs up her spine as she grasps Alicia's hand, pulls her from the office. Something is wrong here. Are all the doctors' offices packed with numb looking pregnant women? Shaking her head, she pushes the thought from her mind-not her problem. So long as Alicia isn't one of those expecting mothers, she's happy. Alicia moans, leans out the car window, vomits as her belly lurches, writhes. It's as if there's something alive, moving inside of her, and the sensation is horrifying. "M-mom? Mom, I think I have bugs inside me." She begins to cry, her hands holding her belly tight as a sharp pain moves through her, she feels her girth expand, flesh and muscles stretching. "Bugs? Jesus, Alicia, what a horrible thing to say!" "I-it hurts, mom, they're moving inside of me, I can feel them." "Alicia, stop!" Elayne blinks back tears-she's worked in psychiatric nursing long enough to know the signs of schizophrenia when she sees them. "We'll make an appointment with another doctor, okay? He can help you with . . . with your belly." "T-thanks, mom." Alicia's body shudders as another sharp pain moves through her, her belly distending further. She leans out the window, heaves dryly. Maude lumbers through the pet door, her claws clicking unevenly as she staggers down the stairs. Her belly hurts, excruciating, rhythmic cramps moving through her. She has to find a secluded spot, she has to be alone. She whines, slips between the cracked boards of the shed, curling into a tight ball as another ripping spasm rocks her. Jared pads sadly to his room, mom's admonition that he leave Alicia's room breaking his heart. Something's wrong, very wrong, he knows it. Alicia's been in her room all day, crying, moaning, laying curled on her side as sharp whines of pain escape her. Jared has held her hand, watched as her belly grew before his eyes. Something moving inside her, writhing like cats under a blanket, making her skin rise, stretch. He sits on his bed, crying, wonders if he should tell mom about last weekend, about Alicia in the corn. He agonizes, unsure, afraid. Sinking to his knees, he begins to say his prayers. Alicia gasps, gulps hard, her eyes flying wide as she struggles to swallow back the rising in her throat. Tearing the sheet off, she rolls from the bed, staggers, falls to all fours as she begins to gag, choke. Her belly hangs huge below her, rippling, rhythmic waves moving through the muscles as her full, milky breasts swing. Her mouth hangs open, lips pulled wide in a voiceless scream as her throat is stretched, filled. She crawls haltingly, eyes huge, lungs hitching as she makes her way to the bathroom. A sharp, searing pain in her lower abdomen and a thick rush of foul liquid rushes from her pussy, running down her legs, puddling under her. She collapses on her back on the cool tile floor, sudden recall tearing through her mind as a thick, slimy protuberance slides from her mouth, slithering across her pale face. Her back arches high, legs drumming stupidly on the cold floor as the cruel, clenching spasms of her uterus bear fruit, dark, wet tentacles slipping from her sore pussy, writhing across her trembling thighs. Her small fists beat weakly on the floor as her clenching rectum is forced open from the inside, more thick, snake-like forms slithering out, squelching across her clammy, shivering flesh. She thrashes weakly, unable to make a sound, her eyes giant, stunned, lips stretched taut around the horrible living things springing from her mouth. Maude whines, then screams, a terrible, agonized sound muffled by the flesh coming from her mouth. Tentacles encircle her trembling back legs, begin squeezing even as a terrible, caustic fluid seeps from them, burning through her fur, then into her flesh. She jerks as sharp points jab deep into her, injecting her with the acidic substance. Her front paws scrape helplessly on the dirt floor of the shed, her eyes glassy, as she pants, writhes. The snaking flesh squeezes her, then attaches tightly, begins throbbing as a sick, sucking noise begins. Maude whimpers, claws digging, pulling in numb, frantic struggles as her dissolving flesh becomes food for the dark children she's brought into the world. Alicia squirms, a high, weak whine coming from her nose as penetrating, needle sharp pains torture her, the tentacles springing from her now wrapped tightly around, holding her firm, slender arms crushed to her sides by the undulating, fleshy limbs. She bucks helplessly, eyes dark, shining with terror, shock. She trembles violently, her eyes darting jerkily toward the door as her mother calls her name softly. Her flesh burns, body jerks as the agonizing sucking starts, her flesh turning liquid to feed her unnatural offspring. "Alicia? Alicia, honey?" Elayne stands at the door, her face drawn with worry. All night she's been awake, worrying. That Alicia didn't answer during the night had been almost comforting-her sleep has been so poor this past week. But now it's morning, and Alicia is still not responding. The door is locked, the key probably somewhere in the room. Taking a deep breath, Elayne steps back, kicks the door hard. Again, then again, grim satisfaction lighting her face as the wood of the jamb splinters, then gives. She pushes the door open, steps in tentatively. "Alicia?" She stares at the strange, swimming grayish form on the bathroom floor, steps forward, her mind unable to identify it. She moves, head tilted, "Baby, are you-" her words are cut short by a strong, crushing pain in her leg. She stares down even as her leg is jerked hard, bringing her crashing to the floor. She lets out a pitiful squeak, her free leg kicking as a thick, slimy tentacle flies at her face, darting between her lips before she can even scream. Jared's head jerks, his eyes flying to the stairs as he hears the loud thump, small squeaking cry. He moans, pushes away from the kitchen table, trembling violently as he is drawn to the stairs. Climbing them unsteadily, his voice is small, quavering. "M-mom? Alicia?" He stops hard, whines, sliding bonelessly down the wall as his eyes lock on Elayne's writhing form. His mouth drops open, he moans stupidly as the tentacles ram mercilessly into her thrashing body, her clothing pushes aside, holes filled as she bucks, squirms. Sobbing sickly, he shakes his head, trembling uncontrollably as one of the thick, grey limbs slithers across the floor, begins moving up his leg tentatively. A high, shaky scream bubbles out of him as the hungry, slimy thing darts up his chest, along his cheek, its only thought on reproducing. Jared's screams stop sharply as his small mouth is filled, his throat stretched open as the alien form drives down into his belly, throbbing, thrusting, preparing to deposit its eggs in another warm, incubating body. "This is a CBND live special report. Here with details is Christabelle Santorini. Christabelle?" "Th-thank you, Dick." The reporter's formerly full, lovely face is pale, drawn, her eyes dark with pain as she stammers, then begins reading. "Government officials are asking th-th-that any citizens, especially--but not limited to--women who are s-s-suffering nausea, abdominal pain, especially when combined with memory loss report immediately to the nearest military installation. It-it . . ." she pauses, turns, retches dryly before swiping a trembling hand across her mouth, "it is believed that a particu-par-particularly virulent bug is going around, and-and-and military hospitals are prepared and best able to provide ca-ca---" Her dull eyes widen, her throat moving, gulping as a small, strangled squeak escapes her throat. Her hands fly to her face, papers fluttering to the desk as a tentacle, thick, slimy, slithers from her wide mouth, joined by a second, then a third. A chorus of high, disgusted cries, a frantic shout to cut to commercial, and the screen goes blank.
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