Fragrant pink flowers began to appear everywhere.

They sprung up along the boardwalk, the parks, and even in the cracks of the sidewalk. But what were these strange new beauties? Mary Ann, a local botanist, collected a few one day, on her walk home from the farmer’s market. Mesmerized by their complexity and even more by the aromatic bouquet of bliss that trailed behind each pick. When arriving home, she put a few in water by her nightstand. Saving only one, to analyze with her trusty microscope.

Mary Ann had beauty as well as brains.

After a long day of work, she made sure to soak all her worries away in a steamy bubble bath. After lighting candles, she always began by adding her floral elixirs and oils to the water, keeping her fresh and soft at all times. Daydreaming of her fragrant pink flowers while she submerged deeper into her warm tub, she momentarily fell asleep. Waking suddenly, having felt a strange pressure between her thighs. Figuring it was just a dream, she shook it off and left the bath to prepare the rest of her nightly routine. Sitting at her vanity, she lifts one long tan leg at a time to rub her creamy lotion generously, making her way up her round bottom, and never missing those supple breasts. 

Fragrant pink flowers overwhelm her senses as she slides into her silky covers.

Getting a final glance at her new little dazzlers, she turns her bedside light off with a smile. Turning in her sleep, she has vivid dreams of the unimaginable. The first dream being a planet uninhabited by humans surrounded only by fuchsia petals. The next dream wilder than the last, the flowers have a mind of their own and seem to orchestrate the universe. The last and most frightful dream is a world in which the flowers have consumed all of mankind and the gory process it entails. Waking up in a sweat, she rises up in her bed and takes a deep breath. She turns on her bedside lamp only to find the flowers have changed.

A viscous material drips down from their center.

Confused and frightened from her nightmares, she rushed to her microscope downstairs. As she approached the table she saw the petri dish overflowing with this living white goo! Next, she looked under the microscope only to watch as it multiplied by the second. Watching as the dish burst, finally, the goo started sliding down the table, creeping onto her leg. She started to run, but the goo gained strength. making its way up her leg she felt it slide right into her pussy. It sucked and pushed causing her to collapse with pleasure. Terrified as much as tantalized, she was able to get back up. and make a run to the phone.  As her friend answered Mary Ann was only able to scream The fragrant pink flowers!!!!

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