The Adventures of GOT-Gal

By P. Mason

Taaffe O’Connell, sultry, ash blonde ace reporter for City Central news walked up the steps of the remote research facility with her cameraman Phil. They entered the front lobby but found the desk and interior spread with papers and overturned furniture.

"What happened here?" Phil asked turning on his camera.

"Well let’s find out. I was going to do an interview with professors Wherter about his new plant experiments but this should make much better copy." Taaffe said with a grin always wanting the bigger story.

The two found the security door open and walked in. The hallway was cement with no windows. Several pipes and power lines ran along the walls and ceiling. Suddenly the two heard a crash. They bolted down the hall to a large bank of windows that over looked a large research room. They stood in shock at what they saw and Phil almost forgot to point his camera.

Professor Wherter was curled in the corner being kept at bay by several, flexible tendrils. The tendrils came from a large, bulbous plant standing about the size of a refrigerator. It pulsated and throbbed and was covered in slimy goo. The receptionist, another secretary and a female researcher were all on the floor held cocooned and at bay by several large and small tentacles. There clothes were torn away leaving them in taters. Taaffe then gasped in horror seeing a white, fleshy, vein covered tube running to each woman. They were inserted deep into their vaginas and they slid in and out rhythmically making the women squirm and moan in unwanted ecstasy.

"Holy SHIT! That plant thing is raping those women!" Phil gasped being half turned on by what he saw through his lens.

"Dear God! Even worse Phil! Look!" Taaffe gasped pointing at the plant.

Some beachball sized sacks at the base of the plant began to mold and squeeze. A bulbous mass formed in the tubes and began traveling along toward the helpless women.

"Those look like eggs!" Taaffe exclaimed. "Its going to impregnate those women!"

"Go get help Taaffe! It doesn’t like men so I’ll try and stop it." Phil screamed pushing Taaffe down the hall toward the front door.

"Ok, Phil." Taaffe replied with a smile being glad Phil was his usual gallant self.

The blonde reporter slipped into an office. A few moments later, a shapely, buxom, leggy ash blonde woman sauntered out. Her costume was a two piece bikini thong and string bra made of a reflective, silver material that cupped her size 40 breasts together like they were trophies. Her long arms sported shoulder length silver gloves with silver calf boots adorning her long, curvaceous legs. Her hair was now loose and flowing down to her back with a silver barrette worn like a crown. Her face sported a silver mask that covered her eyes. A semi transparent cape free flowed from a clasp around her neck to the small of her back. The clasp sported a bluish gem that glowed slightly and was the source of her super strength and her flying ability.

"I think GOT Gal can help more than the police. Besides, it’ll take forever for them to get way out here." Taaffe said with a confident grin charging back toward the research lab.

She reached the lab and burst in the door. Phil and Wherter were busy fending off tentacles and trying to throw anything they could at the huge plant. The women were writhing in desperation, as the bulges in their respective tubes were just a few feet away.

Taaffe looked about then smiled. "There! That fire extinguisher! If I can freeze..."

Suddenly, several vines lashed out at Taaffe. In a flash, tendrils wrapped around her smooth legs and womanly hips. She fought like mad pulling the tendrils away as she made her way toward the fire extinguisher. More and more vines encased her, pulling her arms and trying to secure her hands behind her back.

"Must reach it..." With monumentous effort, GOT Gal lurched forward and grabbed the extinguisher. She pulled the pin and blasted the vines around her. Instantly the vine dried and crumbled. The plant went wild flailing its tendrils. She worked her way forward blasting the three women as she made her way to the plant itself. The plant shrieked as it was hit with ice cold co2.

The women frantically pulled themselves free. They pulled out the tubes inside them just as the creature ejaculated. Semi clear, gelatinous eggs burst from the tubes and splattered on the floor in a pile of whitish, cum like discharge. The three women, Professor Wherter and Phil left the lab just as GOT Gal finished killing the main plant.

"Thank God you showed up GOT Gal!" Professor Wherter exclaimed. "You saved us all!"

"Yes, GOT Gal, thanks! I almost got knocked up by that plant!" added the female researcher.

"No problems. Just glad Taaffe called me." GOT Gal said with a knowing grin.

"Well we have big problems." The professor said with a grim voice. "That one got to the upper level. There are two more down stairs by the lower labs. We have got to kill them!"

"Ok professor. That CO2 does them in good. I’ll get rid of them before they can harm anyone else." GOT Gal said confidently grabbing another fire extinguisher and heading for the stairs. "Phil, get everyone out and call the police." She ordered.

"Good luck GOT Gal. You’re the only one who can do it!" The professor replied as Phil helped the old man up to leave.

GOT Gal kicked open the fire doors and headed down the stairs. The lower level was dark and it wasn’t long before she felt fat tentacles lash around her smooth legs. She went to work blasting the plant with the CO2 and a final shrill announced the creatures demise.

"One down and one to go." Taaffe touted taking the excitement like it was a drug.

The leggy blonde sauntered down the corridors toward the furnace room. Suddenly, a shrill rang out and more tentacles lashed around the buxom heroine. Before she could act, however, the slipper tendrils pinned her arms to her sides. She struggled but her one hand couldn’t pull the fire extinguisher handle. More tendrils shot out of the dark ensnaring her curvaceous legs. Soon Taaffe found herself standing all shapely and helpless with vines wrapped around her full figured form and her arms slowly being pulled behind her back for final securing.

"Must get free... must break these... HMMBLM!" As she grunted to herself, a group of fat tendrils wrapped around her head and over her mouth, gagging her.

Her large breasts sloshed and shimmied about while she struggled. A tentacle wrapped around her bra clasp and pulled. Her bra exploded open and her full breasts rolled free and lose. As her full figured, motherly hips gyrated slowly, tendrils wrapped around her panties and began pulling them down her firm thighs.

Suddenly, a huge blast of cold air shot out from behind Taaffe. In trying to secure the heroine, the plant inadvertently brought her hands together. This allowed Got Girl to squeeze the extinguisher trigger. The heroine was consumed in a cloud of cold. The plant shrieked and she exploded free. With renewed determination GOT Girl forced her way forward and blasted the plant down till it finally died.

"Finally!" Taaffe exclaimed as she pulled up her panties and reclasped her bra. "These damn things were tough but I think I showed them who’s boss." She grinned kicking the dried husk and dropping the extinguisher on the carcass.

"Looks like Wherter has got a lot of clean up to do." GOT Gal said proudly turning to leave. Suddenly, a tendril shot out and wrapped around the woman’s full hips.

"HEY! What the!?" Taaffe screamed.

More tendrils shot out, this time from the darkness at the opposite side of the room. Before she knew it, her shapely legs were once more wrapped in writhing tentacles.

"Two of them! There were three!" she screamed fighting the vines.

More rang out wrapping around her arms. Salvo after salvo fired toward GOT Gal, encasing the buxom bombshell in more and more tendrils. Taaffe tried to get at the extinguisher but it was too far away. She soon found her hands being drawn behind her back where her wrists were bound together and held at bay.

Her muscular thighs pushed away from the plant and she held her own trying to resist its pull. "Must do something... I can’t keep this up for... OH NO!"

A tendril wrapped around her cape clasp. She twisted in desperation but it was futile. The tendril reeled back like a fishing line and her amulet came off. Like a fuse being pulled, all of GOT Girl’s strength reduced to that of a normal woman’s and her powers left her.

The blonde immediately launched forward and slid across the floor toward the bulbous, throbbing plant. "Oh NO! I have to get help. PHI... HMBLMM!"

Once more, tendrils wrapped around her shapely mouth and full red lips, gagging her. Suddenly she realized everyone would have left by now and the lab would now be abandoned, The full figured woman writhed at the base of the now excited plant trying hopelessly to free herself. Tendrils wrapped around her garments and pulled her bra and panties free. Her hips rolled around and her bare ass surged upward in erotic struggles with the vines.

Seeing her exposed mound, the plant rolled Taaffe on her back and pulled her legs upward. It spied her cunt lips between her shaking thighs and her full rear with animalistic excitement. From its base, the same fleshy tube used on the other women slowly came out and slid across the floor toward GOT Gal’s struggling hips.

The tendrils around her thighs and hips tightened to hold their prey in place. The tube reared up like a cobra in front of Taaffe’s exposed vagina. Then, slowly and forcefully, the tube pressed into her lips, parting them. GOT Gal screamed under her tentacle gag feeling her virtue parted and feeling the slimy member press into her. Rhythmically the tube pressed deeper and deeper into its prey forcing Taaffe to pant and thrust in erotic agony. Her long legs were allowed to fall back down and GOT Gal found herself gyrating on the ground with the member gain inch after inch deeper toward her womb.

Suddenly, the tendrils ensnaring her long legs began moving about. They parted and pulled her legs apart, pinning GOT Gal to the floor spread eagle in front of the plant. Taaffe looked over her gleaming wet breasts at the plants large sacks. She glared in horror as the sacks convulsed with an audible belch. Then a mass appeared at the base of the tube and began working its way toward GOT Gal.

"Oh no way!" GOT Gal thought. "I’ve got to get free.. must get away..."

The heroine struggled with renewed vigor against the vines. As she gained an inch, the vines pulled her back. Plus she couldn’t gain any leverage in her current position. Then she felt a tightness at her vagina and looked down in horror.

The mass had reached her lips and now the plant was trying to force it into her. She clamped down hard and fought with all her might to keep it from entering her. The two struggled for several minutes with Taaffe’s super aerobicised body resisting all the way.

Then, small tendrils ran out and wrapped around her clit. GOT Gal shriek as she felt her woman hood grabbed. The sensation was incredible. Her hips surged and rolled and she moaned deeply from the assault. At that moment, her muscle weakened. The plant renewed its attack and forced its seed forward. Taaffe went wild screaming and struggling as she felt her lips part and the baseball sized mass enter her. She could see her mound swell and her lower stomach buldge from the eggs progression up her vaginal track.

The sensation was unbearable. GOT Gal surged upward in a mind ripping climax. Inside, the mass pressed past her cervix. The tube pressed its end into the soft lining of her uterus and began to peel open. The egg extruded outward and the tube pressed it into the soft lining and held it in place so it could take hold. The egg quickly bound to its new host and began growing. The plant then pumped nutrient rich cum into GOT Gal’s defenseless womb, filling her with the white fluid. A few agonizing moments later the tube retracted itself and GOT Gal’s legs were rebound back together into a shapely mass. GOT Gal now lay fully impregnated.

Suddenly, the gag tendrils slid away ungagging Taaffe. "NGGH! NO! This can’t be happening!" GOT Gal screamed. "I have to get free... must get to a doctor and get this removed before...Oh God I don’t want to even think about what comes next." GOT Gal tried to inch herself away from the plant but she was still held and bound. She could feel her already swelled belly and looked down in horror at the bulge in her lower stomach.

"It must be holding me in place until I give birth. Well I got news for it." GOT Gal sneered trying to get free. Suddenly, a new tentacle with an odd triangular head shot out from the plant. With lightning speed, like a striking cobra, it fired at Taaffe’s face and the triangular part wrapped around her nose and mouth. Baseball sized sacks hung from the now obvious face mask and they began pumping like bellows.

Taaffe reeled from heavy anesthetic smelling fumes being force down her lungs. Quickly her vision blurred and she got dizzy. "No... its anesthetizing me... hold me here...holding me..." Taaffe’s eyes rolled up in her head. With one last defiant swoon, GOT Gal surged upward then collapsed. She lay helpless and fully impregnated.

* * *

It must have been a few hours. The mask was gone and GOT Girl’s eyes slowly fluttered open. "I’ve been chloroformed before but this is ridiculous. I feel like I just woke up from an operation." She stammered trying once more to get free. She sat up and gasped in horror. Her belly was now nearly nine months in size. Worse yet it surged and shimmied as something inside writhed about making her belly bulge in places. GOT Gal groaned from the motion in her uterus. It wasn’t painful but it was a weird, uncomfortable sensation.

Suddenly, two large tendrils extruded from the plant. Their ends sported two odd suction cup like appendages. At first GOT Gal was confused, then they lashed down onto her breasts and sucked in her nipples.

"Oh GOD! Not my breasts!" GOT Gal screamed shaking her chest trying to shake off the suckers. The cups sucked like mad for a short while. Then Taaffe reeled back as her breasts began to burn. She stared in horror as bulges of mammary milk rolled out of the suckers toward the plant. Tendrils wrapped around her chest and held her in place as the cups continued their unholy milking. GOT Gal gritted her teeth in agony and disgust seeing gulp after gulp stolen from her magnificent breasts.

After a few minutes, her size 40 breasts began to soften. They grew flatter on her chest with each draining suck. Soon, the gulps stopped and the cups released her breasts. Her now deflated mammaries rolled against her chest like sucked out balloons.

"What! I’ve been MILKED! My breasts are sucked dry!" she gasped still not believing this happened to her.

Suddenly, GOT Gal surged in pain. Her belly swelled toward her vagina and she knew what was coming. Once more the tendrils parted her legs. Her hips pounded and she surged erotically as the pressure in her belly pressed against her vaginal lips. Then a spray of creamy white fluid gushed from her lips making her belly sag. Taaffe reared back and screamed. Her lips began to part and a veiny white mass writhed between her lips. With huge contractions, the mass pressed outward. Looking down she could tell it was the shape of its parent only far smaller.

Taaffe bucked and pounded her hips in desperation. The small larvae slowly inched out of her making her feel like she was being raped from the inside out. Then, with one last monumentous screaming surge, the larvae gushed out of GOT Gal’s vagina in a river of white, creamy goo hitting the floor with an eerie plop.

"Oh God... I’ve... given birth... Damn thing nailed me good." GOT Gal panted trying to get up. Suddenly, more tendrils lashed her down. The white tube once again reared itself and GOT Gal screamed in horror. "Not again! I am not getting impregnated again!" she screamed.

The heroine looked about in desperation. Then she spied her amulet not far off. This time, she used her legs to pull herself into the creature. The floor was now covered in the slippery white goo. She took a deep breath and lunged. She shot across the floor and she grabbed the amulet just as the tendrils pulled her back like rubber bands. She felt her powers return and with a mighty surge tore the tendrils and burst free.

The plant shrilled from the pain and lashed out at GOT Gal wanting to once more inseminate her. GOT Gal grabbed the extinguisher and let the plant have it all. In a cloud of white CO2 the plant shrilled then died. GOT Gal dropped the tank and collapsed.

* * *

GOT Gal staggered up the steps just as a crowd of special hazard people and firemen rushed up to her. She had gotten dressed but was still covered in goo.

"GOT Gal!" Phil screamed, " are you all right?"

"Yes, just a bit woozy is all." Taaffe said clutching her stomach. Her physique had return to its normal, shapely self except her breasts felt a bit funny.

"GOT Gal, are all the creatures dead?" Wherter asked.

"Yes, professor, all of them." GOT Gal replied walking outside.

"Are you sure. We can’t have any of them get lose. They breed at an incredible rate. I’m just glad it didn’t do anything to you." He said.

"Me professor? HMPF! I’m a super heroine not a victim. Not to fear Professor. GOT Gal has it all under control." Taaffe said with an arrogant grin as she flew off never willing to admit she got bagged, banged, knocked up and milked. She flew for home suddenly remembering the larvae she had birthed and how she didn’t see it in the basement. She bit her lower lip.