Kate awoke, and it was a normal morning. There was this dream that wouldn’t go away, though. It was green. Well, mostly green. There was also something in it about a vine, with long, sharp and very thin thorns. These thorns, which were hollow, caught her on the arm and it stung, almost as if she’d been stung by a wasp. There was definitely the impression of something being injected. All green, though. She inspected her arms, and there was nothing. No bruise, no drop of clotted blood, no localised ache, nothing. She laughed to herself; it was just a dream after all!
She showered, and started to dress. It was then she noticed that her bra was loose. Well, it wasn’t her bra, it was her breasts that were smaller. About half the size they’d been last night. Kate had never been an enormous, top-heavy, woman, but this was worrying. There was also a funny growth between and above them, a bulge. She prodded it gently, and it didn’t hurt. It did, however, become a bit red. And stayed red. As she watched, it became more clearly red, with a darker red at the top of the bulge. Definitely time to visit the doctor. She finished dressing, had her breakfast, and phoned in sick for the morning.
The doctor was baffled. She’d never seen anything like this. In the past two hours Kate’s breasts had shrunken almost to flat, and the bulge had become a red breast, complete with nipple. This new breast was sensitive to the touch, and seemed – no it was – pulsing a bit, both in brightness of red and of size. There was also another one, about a foot below the red one, that was definitely growing as well. This one was faintly yellow.
Kate was getting frightened now. The doctor calmed her down the best she could, then did all the tests and took all the scans she could in the surgery, before sending Kate off to hospital. When the results of the tests came back Kate had two vertically aligned breasts, with a third one, below them, on the way. This one was greenish. The top one seemed to have stopped growing, and was now a foot across. More tests. Kate was now also finding it difficult to walk, as if her legs were losing all their strength. She was confined to a bed. The hospital phoned her employers and told them that she probably wouldn’t be in for a few days, and was officially taking sick leave.
The afternoon came and went. Kate had now got three breasts, each a foot wide, in a nice column down the middle of her torso. Each one was sensitive to touch, but in a different way. Her legs wouldn’t support her at all, and seemed to be slowly shrivelling up and wasting away. Three other things were noted and put in her file; she wasn’t hungry at all, and wanted to lay in the sun when possible. Oh, and she was losing all her hair. When she thought no-one was watching her, in her private room on the seventh floor, Kate would lay naked on top of the bed in the bright sunlight that streamed in through the window. She wanted to expose every inch of her skin to the sunlight. This was noticed and duly noted.
By now the phone lines and the emails had been humming; across the country and across the world. Basically, the message was “Anyone ever encountered this before?”
And almost always the answer that came back was “No, but tell us more.” Those that didn’t just made no sense. There was something going on, but speculation and confusion seemed to rule. So, more tests. More samples. More scans. Kate’s legs had withered into two thin tendril-type limbs, and seemed to have no bone or cartilage in them. Her breasts were definitely mobile, now. They would bulge and recede almost at random, and Kate found that sometimes she could control this. Still she didn’t want food, but took the occasional glass of water. Still she liked to be in the sun, and kicked up an enormous fuss when it vanished around the edge of the building. Eventually her tantrums caused her to be moved to a room on the other side of the building, and she was back in the sun and happy. The sun, however, was going down, and even though it was a July evening, with a long day, eventually it set and she seemed to accept this. She’d gained some control over the movement of her three breasts, and occasionally her legs would twitch in sympathy. Then night fully came, and she ran down like a solar-powered toy.
The spaceship passed through the portal, and all the crew and ship could relax again. It was a real effort opening these portals across space, but the probe had arrived at this planet earlier and done some seeding. All this crew had to do was pick up the two-being crew from the one-way probe, harvest the results of the seeding, and return home with the crop. Flying over the planet with sensors on maximum the ship picked up seven seedlings, and the two crew from the probe. All were collected in, and the spaceship headed for home.
Kate woke, and found herself gently but firmly fixed on some sort of trolley. She was outside, and it was very sunny. Very very sunny indeed. Soon she arrived at a place which consisted of a circle of little hillocks. These were about three feet high, and some of them had statues of women buried up to their waist in them. Then a few statues moved. They were alive. One even called to her. Kate was taken to a vacant hillock and gently, as if she was extremely valuable, held above it by some sort of sling. Her legs were now quivering excitedly, and as she was slowly lowered her legs touched the top of the hillock and dug in, pulling her in with them. She was planting herself, and it seemed the most natural and wonderful thing in the world. Gently fondling her breasts, each one giving off different stimulation, she soon orgasmed and all was right with the world.
Some more women were bought in and planted, all facing towards the middle of the circle. Soon the circle was full, and the lessons began. The teachers, a whole huddle of them, were passing on the lessons telepathically from the hub of the circle, and were members of the dominant species on this world. Kate was to become a telepath, amongst other things.
After a few days – there had been no night in the artificially lit training school – Kate felt fully trained up and ready to do her new job/task. It was a great privilege to do this assignment, she had been informed, and she was to be a needy, respected and important part of this society. The fact that she had been kidnapped, forcibly transformed, and even brainwashed was now a forgotten past to her. She looked forward to her new role in life with anticipation and excitement. She was gently dug up and transported to her place of operation. It was beside a highway, at an intersection. The traffic on this world went on the left of the road, and she was placed facing the on-coming traffic on a raised hillock. There was a whole row of little growths, spaced at about ten feet, heading away from her in both directions of the corner of the crossroads she was now at. These would feed her instructions about when to alter, coming from the Central Command. Looking over her shoulder she watched another woman being planted at her place on the intersection. When the intersection was functioning there would be little time for chat, but as this one was only in use during busy times there would be time for conversation.
A few test pulses arrived from Command, and the women responded as they’d been trained. This idea for controlling traffic had been copied from Earth, and as there were no machines on this planet, biological entities were created and/or trained for the job. The spaceship Kate had been transported in had been alive, as were the little growths beside the road – though barely – telepathically passing on the controls from Central Command to control the intersection through the four traffic light women. It was now easy for Kate to bulge her red breast while keeping in her yellow and green ones, then when the signals came she’d bulge her yellow, then on command withdraw them both and bulge her green. All powered by photosynthesis and nutrients through her roots. When the intersection closed for the afternoon there were extra pulses sent to the women to trigger stimulation to orgasm.
After the Happy Hour, the women would chat, telepathically and verbally, across the empty roads, before falling asleep with the setting of the sun.
Kate was very contented. The work was semi-automatic, but the four of them were required to keep an eye on what was going on and take over if the pulses from Command failed. The little network of four women running the intersection bought them very close together, and in time they even won prizes for the quality of their work. Beings would come from all over the planet just to be able to claim that they had passed through Kate’s intersection. She had been informed correctly when she had arrived on the planet, that she was important to the planet’s functioning. Also, she was now a star!
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