"christmas tree"
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Created on: Tuesday 12th of July 2016 09:59:26 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:32:08 AM UTC


It was December twenty-fourth at the Sashel Estate. Founded by Katerina Sashel as a place for like minded individuals to live and work in comfort, twenty people resided within year-round. Here they were free to work on what they pleased, or commute to outside jobs. Many were scientists working at the nearby biological research lab while a smattering of cosmologists, mathematicians and engineers also worked from the comfortable appointments provided. The other half of the residents were primarily artists working in a range of mediums from traditional oil and canvas, pottery, metalwork and writing. Everyone knew everyone, they had all met in colleges and universities and gradually latticed out, friend to friend until the entire group had begun meeting regularly. Katerina Sashel, a twenty-seven year old biologist had been the one to secure funding(from her conveniently wealthy family) to construct the micro institute. Within, everyone shared ideas and work and enjoyed each others company, in all the ways you can imagine and some you might not. While all the different fields under one roof had different ideas of work and play times, Christmas Eve was an easy common date everyone could relax on.
Katerina Sashel stood on the second floor balcony which ringed the common living area. Outside, past the ceiling-high plate glass windows, fat snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground. Ample light spilled from the living room but only managed to illuminate perhaps thirty feet from the building, showing crisp untouched snow flowing unbroken out of sight; only a few coniferous trees frosted with snow broke the white sheet. Inside it was comfortably warm and the residents of the Estate mingled in the common area, sharing their exploits with each other and the dozen or so guests and extended friends who had been invited to the party. They reclined on couches or stood holding drinks and sharing data slates as they unwound after a lengthy December. A few couples had already drifted to private corners and begun getting intimate with each other. A liberal environment in every sense of the word, the Sashel Estate did not frown on any activity so long as it harmed no one and was welcomed by all parties involved.


"Hello everyone, I hope you're all enjoying yourselves tonight." Katerina called down. A chorus of approving responses and a few small cheers rose from below in answer. "I know you're all very busy enjoying yourselves and I hate to bring work home like this, but I have a special surprise to share with you all tonight." Polite enthusiasm burbled back up at her. "As you may have noticed we have a modest Christmas tree in the corner." Katerina waved vaguely to one end of the room. "But we have no proper centerpiece." It was true, the middle of the room was empty, a large floorspace was clear and the vaulted atrium rose some thirty feet. Reflecting, everyone in the room came to the conclusion that the empty space did feel wrong; idle conversation mumbled in the background, perhaps there had been an oversight in holiday planning? "Not to worry." Katerina continued. "I have the perfect article to fill the gap. This little creation started as a side project but I have decided to put it into use here in our home." With a snap of her fingers a quartet of diminutive porter robots walked through the large doorway leading from the garage. They held within their pincers a large platform and upon that was a squat brown pod. "This" Katerina paused for perhaps too much dramatic effect, "Is the product of over three years of bioengineering. The original goal was a combination of efficient trash recycling and rapid crop growth. After extensive testing in the lab, tonight I intend to test it in home use." A round of polite applause, expectant but unconvinced came from the crowd.

Katerina began to walk down the stairs, "I and my four associates will personally display the effectiveness of our creation for you." As Katerina strode down the staircase, her four compatriots followed her. Known within the Estate as the, "Bio Beauties", they were each stunning in mind, body and personality. First was of course Katerina; A six foot tall aristocrat, she carried herself in a stately manner. Brown hair drooping in curls to her breasts, her grey eyes surveyed the audience thoughtfully. Her ample D breasts were restrained by a strapless bikini top, little was left to the imagination as her erect nipples pressed into the fabric. She also wore a red bikini bottom, a red choker and santa hat. As the rest came into view it seemed they all wore the same outfit. Sally followed Katerina; At five foot ten, Sally was only slightly shorter than Katerina, but being higher on the stairs they appeared roughly level. Sally had straight black hair falling to her shoulders and brown eyes. She wore a traditional bikini top over her D breasts but was otherwise dressed as Katerina was. Behind Sally strode Mikka; Shorter still at five foot nine she shared brown eyes and a wide infectious smile with Sally. Her strapless bikini contained a pair of C breasts and her side-tie bikini bottom was pulled tight, showing a healthy cameltoe. Satin, bearing a defiant pouty expression followed Mikka. Her form was shorter still at five foot five. Blue eyes burned out from a face bracketed by mid-back length black hair. As she stepped down after Mikka, ridiculous DDD breasts bounced and jiggled, barely held in place by a very strained looking bikini top. Finally at the rear came Milla, standing five foot three inches with a pouting face set with dark hazel eyes and ear length strawberry-blonde hair. Her BB cups and small stature always made her uncomfortable in such situations and it was exacerbated by following behind Satin's unfair melons.

As the five reached the floor, Kat waved Dan over. Kat whispered to Dan and pointed to a dataslate, then at a small scale she had another robot place on the floor. Dan spoke, "I will now record the weights of all five women for the experiment." Dan adjusted his glasses and focused to his task as Kat stepped on the scale. "59.5 Kilograms." Sally followed in turn. "55.91 Kilograms." Next Mikka. "52.73 Kilograms." Satin. "52.27 Kilograms." Milla last. "46.82 Kilograms." "That comes to a total of 267.23 kilograms."
"Thank you Dan." Kat spoke. "Please make sure to forward those numbers corroborated by you and the compiled work in my room to the lab when you get the chance. Deanna, I'm sorry to impose on you but could you be a dear and write your observations on the experiment?" Deanna moved in from the fringe of the small crowd and nodded, bringing up a new file on her slate. "Please add your notes to the files Dan will be sending, thank you so much."

Turning to the room Katerina addressed everyone once more. "Now, the purpose of this experiment is twofold. I wish to both confirm the processing capabilities of our creation and," here Kat winked, "Give you all a very nice Christmas present." "Milla, Mikka, Satin, Sally and myself will be entering the plant tonight, it should be able to digest and absorb sufficient nutrients to effect large physical changes by tomorrow morning. Sally, Mikka and myself are wearing synthetic bikinis, Minna and Satin are wearing cotton. The plant should reject the inorganic material, ejecting it from itself, please make sure to note that." Deanna nodded and poked a her slate. The room was now buzzing with interest, what had started as a vaguery had turned into an intriguing science project. "We have chosen a scientific name for our creation, but the common name we decided to be, 'Santa's Magic Sack'." Indeed, the plant looked entirely uninteresting, a simple bulb of ruddy brown organic material with a few green runners coiled about itself, resting in a broad planter. "Please do not approach within five feet of it after we have entered, it may have aggressive carnivorous tendencies when prompted to feed. By tomorrow it should have been sated and you may approach freely. Probably."

Katerina strode to the center of the room. Walking confidently she approached the squat plant, which stood no more than three feet high and three wide. How could such a small thing hold five adult women? Unconcerned Kat bent over and began to peel back the central leaves which seemed to be closed over the plant's core. Slowly pulling the opening wider, Kat worked it with her hands, spreading it and stretching the rubbery leaves further apart. Even after working for two minutes the plant had only expanded perhaps twenty percent. Kat seemed to find this adequate however and pushed her arms down and in, followed by her head. As her shoulders slipped inside it was obvious that space was going to become more limited. As her breasts brushed the rim of the cup, Kat executed a front roll, tucking her body already inside tighter together. Her roll forced the plan to expand as her hips were now sweeping past the opposite rim and sliding inside. A pair of legs now stretched out from the sack, sweeping back and forth idly, toes curling and uncurling as Kat concentrated on squeezing her tall body inside. She scrunched forwards, upside down, and her head moved up towards the side she had started from. Meanwhile, her legs slowly descened into the plant. Stretching and squirming, Kat eventually worked herself around and arrived in a sitting position, pulling her legs fully inside, settling cross-legged. With just her santa capped head peering over the rim Kat called out, "Okay Sally, I need you in next please." Sally laughed happily and moved forwards with a little skip in her step. Arriving at the plant she surveyed how to proceed. The plant had now expanded again, perhaps four and a half feet square, still a tight fit. Kat's limbs and could be seen pressing into the flexible walls. "Hmmm." Kat mused. "Mikka, Satin, come here, I need you to help lower Sally down on top of me." The girls complied. Sally stood in front of Kat, Mikka and Satin made a chair with their arms and Sally sat in it. Coordinating, they lifted then held Sally directly over the sack's widening center. Lowering their arms slowly, Sally arrived in Kat's lap.

"I have no idea how we're going to fit this." Kat thought out loud. The plant was still growing, but too slowly. As Mikka and Satin unlinked their arms and began to stand up, something happened. The plant came alive with activity, quivering, almost bouncing for a moment. Slick, slippery juices began to drip from pores within the sack and a forest of tendrils began to grow from the base of the bulb. Inch thick creepers groaned and creeked as they extruded themselves, in just two minutes they reached six feet in length, curled about in haphazard directions. Mikka brushed one of the vines with her arm. The plant twitched and shuddered then a half dozen tendrils shot out at Mikka, latching onto her arms legs and torso. They quickly got a solid grip and before Mikka could make a sound, lifted her into the air. Holding Mikka five feet off the ground directly over Kat and Sally, the plant hesitated. It reached with more tendrils and stripped her. It pulled off her string bikini bottom and strapless top, discarding them on the floor. Nude save a choker and Santa hat, Mikka was now giggling as the plant inadvertantly tickled her sides. Sensing the clothing was removed, the plant folded Mikka into a ball and then pushed her nude form into it's maw. Kat and Sally found the walls widening, getting slick with digestive enzymes and lubricants. Sally climbed off Kat's lap and pushed against a wall, making room for Mikka to be slipped in between them. Having deposited its meal inside itself, the tendrils released Mikka and moved back to their original positions. Kat called from within the growing bowl, "Satin, Milla, please join us, it's quite cozy."

Kat wasn't lying. A custom engineered species, the sack plant was not only releasing digestive juices but also custom aphrodisiacs, pheromones and endorphin releasing molecules, coating its victims in a slimy soup of bliss. Sally lay down on the floor of the plant and Mikka sat on her face. As Sally began to pleasure Mikka with her tongue, Kat struggled to remain in control of her faculties as she insured Milla and Satin were being fed inside in turn. The two girls had lined up and each touched a vine. They were quickly secured then prodded and poked, the vine evidently decided that food did have priorites and lifted Satin in the air first. Milla frowned at the plant's snub of her less meaty chest but waited patiently, coiled so tightly she wasn't going anywhere anyways. Satin was grasped by a tendril on each limb and one around each breast. These feelers seemed quite intent on squeezing Satin's tits all over, plumbing their hefty shapes, anticipating being allowed to devour them. Satin was lowered into the plant and then her limbs were released. The breast tendrils decided to keep massaging her pillows for several minutes more however. As Milla was finally being fed into the plant, the party inside and out was moving into full swing. Many of the spectators had become sufficiently aroused by the erotic demonstration that they began to pair off for some earthy fun of their own . Eventually only Deanna and Dan were left, as they had jobs to do. By mutual agreement they decided it would be acceptable to enjoy each other doggy style on a coffee table. They could both watch and take notes that way.

Inside the plant it was getting hot. Five female bodies jumbled together inside a slippery cocoon slid and rubbed against each other. Kat pulled aside Satin's bottom and began to eat her out, ferociously attacking the bald cunt with her face. Satin in turn dove face first into Sally's muff, who was still flat on her back sucking Mikka dry. Milla decided to complete the chain and began nuzzling Kat's cunny with her tongue, aggressively searching her crevice and clit like a destitute gold miner. Mikka, in the throes of ecstasy, was lucid enough to see what went where and docked with her sister's pubis. Heaping kisses on Milla's clitoris and unable to withstand the assault from below any longer, Mikka came; her loins flushed Sally's face with cum, adding to the growing puddle in the plant's bulbous base. Orgasms exploded in order, chain reacting through Sally to Satin to Kat to Milla and then around again. The five girl daisy chain continued, as the plant searched for more food. After twenty minutes had passed and noone had entered the five foot zone, the plant seemed to decide it had enough and retracted its tendrils. At the same time, the bulb closed at the peak and the sides pressed in. A jumble of breasts, arms, legs, hips and faces pressed on the enclosing walls, the frantic orgy within visible to the furious orgy without. In the common room at the Sashel estate, over thirty people fucked in a happy ball of base human interaction.

Realising noone was working her, Mikka eventually looked down and found Sally passed out. An exhausted smile was glued to her flushed face. The rest of her body was now three-quarters submerged in juices and was begginning to turn red as acids and enzymes broke down her durable epidermis. Soon her healthy frame would begin to liquify, the first to feed the plant. Mikka
moved over a few legs and pulled her sister's head out of Kat's pussy, the girl had seemingly been digging to China! Looking dazed, Milla stared at her sister with a stupid grin spread on her face. Mikka kissed her, deeply, the two wrapped themselves together and explored the other sibling's body with their hands, grappling on breasts, hips and snatch before settling in a tight clinch. Kat, aware Milla had removed herself, pulled Satin up out of the unconcious Sally's crotch and locked her in some intense tongue-tying exercises. As Kat and Satin moved to sixty-nine each other, Mikka and Milla fell, exhausted, still locked in each others' arms. Slipping into the soup, they began to slowly dissolve next to what was left of Sally. Kat and Satin worked each other, locked in a fever dream of raw ecstasy, a drug addled rush as they sought the ultimate orgasmic high. Time running out, the pair focused on one another, as they approached apoplexy they both came, locking legs around the other's head, practically snapping one anothers' necks. As the last pair experienced a mind shattering orgasm together they too expired and began to melt into their three companions.

From outside the distinct forms of arms legs and breasts softened and the frantic movement slowed. The spectators sped up their own fucking as they sensed the end of the lesbian orgy. Not in enjoyment at the death, but in salute of it. They sought orgasms as great as those within, but failed. The commonplace environment simply could not produce the unparrelled senseual experience that the plant had. Drinking and fucking into the night, the orgy continued as the five biologists' bodies churned and mixed together inside the wondrous plant.

The next day, the party slowly woke up. Picking themselves off couches, the floor and each other, the first few trudged to the kitchen to brew some coffee. As more and more awoke and regained their cloudy senses, they became aware the room had changed overnight. Where before the small squat pod had rested in the center of the room now a vast plant stood. A thick central vine had formed a trunk which was still curling upwards, seeking the light which now spilled in through the glass ceiling. Tendrils, starting as nothing but buds on the central vine, grew rapidly, curling out to form branches and subranches. The room was silent as everyone watched the results of the Bio Beauties labor. Softball sized fruits began to form on the vines; red and cheerful, they swung with pendulous weight on the tree. Deanna plucked a fruit and sniffed it. Taking a dainty bite, she thought for a moment as she chewed before taking two more. "It tastes quite sweet, with a rather meaty texture. I'd say it's something like a durian that doesn't smell mixed with a cherry. Very odd, but very good." Others in the room sampled the fruit, enjoying a breakfast prepared by and composed of their colleagues.

Deanna stood at the edge of the room, jotting notes and observations. The plant really did look rather like a christmas tree, considering the bright red fruits hung all about it. As she examined the plant further she could make out two pairs of bikini tops and bottoms hanging from various limbs. Kat had been right about that too, the outfits worn by Sally and herself had not been digested with their wearers. Several people hefted fruits in their hands and discussed whose breasts they most resembled. As everyone began to share gifts, a tone sounded over the PA system. Everyone looked up, expectantly listening. "Merry Christmas everyone." Katerina Sashel's voice greeted them. "I do hope you are enjoying the tree we got you. Every part of it can be eaten, I'm told the stalks taste like asparagus." In an undertone the voice continued. "This is a recording, so if something went wrong and you just have a pod filled with soup, whoops!" The room laughed. "Please have happy holidays and enjoy what is left of us. We know we taste good, and hope you eat us out really well." The tape ended with all five biologists making slurping and licking noses then ended. The room laughed and continued to celebrate their very merry Christmas.