Along the way to the surface, Jen began searching for John and Brett. She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but they would be worried sick if it had been more than a few minutes.
She wandered down the dark passageways, without a light, only realizing after a few minutes that the walls were emitting a strange glow. She hadn't noticed when they were entering originally, because the dim glow was almost unnoticeable with their strong flashlights -- if it had been there at all.
She carefully examined the small veins running all along the walls and found that they all had a common direction. When she came to a fork in the tunnel, the wall lights all seemed to go in one direction. Despite her gut, she felt that the best chance of getting to the outside was to follow the lights to their origin. Especially since, as fellow scientists, both of her colleagues would do the same.
When she finally reached the end of the lights, she was shocked to find herself back in the chamber with the flower. Jen couldn't help but notice that one of the pods was now a bit larger than the rest, with a slightly pink hue.
Now that she was back at the same cavernous room, she felt that it was an opportunity to investigate what had happened and why she was moved to the other room.
She walked up to the flower which had...well she wasn't quite sure what had been done to her. Obviously it had the intent of reproduction, but she was lucky enough to be of a different species. However, the pod that she had emerged from could have conceivably been a female plant. If she had been somehow moved to it, the tubule within her when she woke could have been extracting whatever the flower had filled her with. In other words, she was the carrier for the plant's reproductive material the way that a honeybee is the same for flowers.
Despite her curious prodding, the plant would not soften enough that she could pull back the petals.
She could tell that it wasn't going to open, and she was now being assaulted by a painful hunger. She didn't know when she ate last, but the hunger pains right down in her lower abdomen were starting to become painful. There was a sharp burn in her pelvis and she gave a groan. She really had to get back to the camp and get something to eat.
"Help! Is someone there?!" Jennifer heard muffled shouts that sounded like John.
Turning, she could see the pod that had been swollen was now moving.
She hurried over and as she approached, the petals unfurled. She stopped at the pod, shocked. Laying at her feet in a foetal position was John, completely naked and shivering. He was laying on his right side, facing away from her.
Despite her shyness, she was very concerned and didn't hesitate in turning him onto his back.
As he stretched out, looking up at her, she pulled back in horror. There was a thick tube attaching him to the pod by his navel, like the ones that connected the pods to the flower. As she watched in revulsion, the tip detached from his stomach and pulled back into the plant.
John stood up and looked closely at Jen.
"Jennifer, is that you?"
She pulled back farther, stopping when her back bumped into the flower.
"What happened to you, John? You don't look normal."
John looked around the room and then examined himself, lifting his arms and looking at them like he'd never seen them before.
"I'm not normal. I feel a lot better than that. I feel incredible. I've never felt so strong and healthy. It's absolutely amazing."
"John, that thing was attached to you with a tube. And you look weird."
Jennifer paused at her statement. He did look odd, but she hadn't stopped to think how. He looked a bit more muscular than she remembered, and his navel looked more like the navel of a fruit than a belly button. It was soft looking, with tiny petals which had curled up and covered the slight divot when the tube had detached from him. She had never seen his penis before, but it also looked odd. She could see the flaccid head, but it was the only part that stuck out from his body. Just around it, she noticed that there were four little bumps which looked like tiny acorns.
She was beginning to wonder how all of that hadn't seemed extremely strange to her a moment earlier, having seemingly lost all sense of normality.
He began staring at her, and she froze.
She looked down at herself slowly and was glad to see that her body looked normal. She looked back up at him and watched, now terrified, as the head of his penis moved farther from his body. It stiffened and the sheen changed as it excreted slippery oils. As he walked towards her, his dick slid out ten inches from his body and small bumps extended out almost as far on what seemed to be prehensile stalks. They began dancing around his twitching cock and Jen found herself mesmerized by the display.
As she looked upon his penis, she felt another hunger pain. Instead of her mouth watering with her condition, she felt her pussy dripping with her juices. She realized that her instincts weren't telling her to chew. Her mouth wasn't what desired to be filled. She could feel a pleasure as something deep in her pussy shifted and rubbed her sensitive walls.
She continued to watch the little stalks as they spun around rapidly, a desire building in her. Jen's intent followed them as they curled around his penis and it hardened completely, her desire now intently focused on it.
