Elena returned home around 1:30 a.m., the night air clinging to her suit like frost. The secret lab—buried deep beneath a nondescript government facility in the English countryside—had been a whirlwind of hushed voices and sterile lights. Top-secret, the kind of place where breakthroughs were locked away for 40 years before the public ever glimpsed them. She'd handed over the bark-like sample from Elaine's hand, watching the lead scientist—Dr. Harlan Voss, no relation, just an unfortunate coincidence of surnames—peer at it under the microscope with the fervor of a man who'd waited his entire career for this moment.
"HOLLLLLLLY..." Dr. Voss had breathed, eyes wide behind thick glasses. "I've never seen anything like this."
Elena had leaned over the console. "How long?"
"It's difficult to say," he'd replied, voice trembling with excitement. "The DNA in this sample—the cells are completely different from anything in this world. Not plant, not animal, not even fungal. It's... alien? Or engineered. But the structure—it's adaptive, almost sentient. It reacts to stimuli like it's alive."
All the other scientists were asleep—midnight shifts long over—but Harlan refused to leave. "I'll be working on this through the night," he'd said, already waving her toward the exit as he adjusted the magnification. "Call me the moment you have a breakthrough."
"Of course," he'd promised, barely looking up. "The very moment."
Now, back in our house, Elena slipped through the back door. I was waiting—still in my suit, pacing the kitchen, heart racing. The moment she stepped inside, I greeted her with a big kiss and hug, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. "So... any luck?"
She exhaled—tired but energized. "Nothing yet. He said the sample's DNA is otherworldly. Cells unlike anything on Earth—adaptive, reactive. He's working through the night."
"Shit, that's serious," I said, confusion knotting my brow. "What the fuck is she—or it?"
"We'll, know soon," Elena replied, echoing my words with a tired smile. "We'll know soon."
She stepped back—eyes scanning me. "Now... did you shower?"
I grinned—cocky. "You bet your sweet ass I did."
"Oh, my ass?" She turned slowly—playfully shaking it from side to side, the motion hypnotic even through her suit. "Well, you definitely showered then, didn't you?"
I grabbed her face—kissing her deeply, hands roaming down to squeeze that legendary ass. "I love all of you, Elena... but yes, you have the best ass too." I slapped it—firm, echoing. She bit her lip, eyes darkening with desire.
"Someone's eager," she purred, pushing me toward the couch.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She unzipped her suit—peeling it down to her waist, breasts spilling free, nipples hard from the cold and anticipation. I stripped mine off—cock springing free, already aching for her. She pushed me down—straddling, guiding me inside with a moan. "God... I've missed this... missed you filling me."
I thrust up—deep, slow at first, savoring every inch. "You're so wet... so tight... I love how you take me." She rode—hips rolling, breasts bouncing as she leaned down to kiss me. "Yes... deeper... fuck me like you own me... I need you inside me always."
Our rhythm built—passionate, unrestrained. I flipped her—missionary now, her legs over my shoulders, pounding hard. "Look at me... I love you... cum for me, Elena." She arched—pussy fluttering, purple sparks dancing as she came hard. "Alex! Yes... I'm cumming... don't stop... fill me!" I exploded—thrusting deep, spilling inside her with a groan, violet energy surging to meet her purple glow.
We lay there afterward—naked on the couch, bodies slick, hearts pounding. I stroked her hair; she traced patterns on my chest. "I love you," I whispered. "More than anything."
"I love you too," she replied, kissing me softly. "We're back. Really back."
The clock read 3 a.m. Suddenly, her phone rang—Dr. Voss. She answered—voice alert. "Yes?"
"Thick Chick—you need to come immediately."
We suited up—Thick Chick and Loverman, together again—and flew to the secret base. Twenty minutes later, we landed in the underground lab—sterile lights, humming machines. Dr. Voss looked exhausted but exhilarated.
"I accidentally found a solution," he said, leading us to a containment chamber. The bark-like sample floated in a sealed tube—pulsing faintly. "I was calibrating a high-frequency emitter—routine maintenance. It banged against some tools, emitting a high-pitch noise. The sample behaved erratically—like it was in pain. Screaming, almost. Shrinking, writhing."
Elena leaned in. "That's it. Sound frequency disrupts it."
"Exactly," Voss said. "I've run tests—specific pitches cause cellular collapse. Not lethal yet, but debilitating. A weaponized version could neutralize the parasite entirely."
Elena nodded—fierce determination in her eyes. "Report your findings to every government. Quietly. We need a coordinated response."
Voss agreed—already drafting encrypted messages.
Then—a door hissed open. Another scientist entered. "Ahhhh, Melissa," he said, smiling. "Have a look at this."
Melissa—young, brilliant—walked over, eyes on the sample. Elena's gaze snapped to her neck.
The necklace.
Golden stone glinting—identical to Valentina's, Elaine's, the president's fiancée's.
The lab's sterile hum filled the air as Dr. Voss leaned over the microscope, his eyes wide with discovery. The bark-like sample from Elaine's hand pulsed faintly under the lens, its cells shifting like living wood. Elena and I stood beside him, tension thick—our suits on, auras ready to flare. Voss straightened, excitement cracking his voice. "We've found a—"
"We've found a what?" I jumped in, interrupting him mid-sentence. My instincts screamed—something off about the room, the way Melissa, the young scientist in the corner, watched us with suspicious eyes. She shifted slightly, her lab coat rustling as she walked over, gaze fixed on the sample.
Voss blinked, startled. "A frequency that—"
Melissa reached the table—her hand brushing the vial. In that instant, the sample quivered, then liquified, rejoining her body through her skin like roots sucking water. Her eyes went dark—pupils expanding to black voids.
"Stay back!" Elena shouted, pulling Voss away as I stepped in front.
Melissa's form shimmered—her human facade cracking like dried bark. "SO YOU KNOW," she hissed, voice distorting into a creak like wind through ancient branches.
Voss fumbled for the high-frequency emitter, simulating the noise he'd discovered. A piercing screech filled the room—inhuman, grating. Melissa screamed—clutching her head, noises escaping her that no human could make: splintering wood, rustling leaves in a storm, the groan of roots tearing earth. The crystal necklace around her neck shattered—golden stone exploding in a shower of shards.
Her true form revealed: a tree woman—skin like rough bark, limbs elongating into twisting roots, hair morphing into leafy vines. She collapsed to the floor, weakened, bark cracking.
"Fools," she rasped, voice a whisper of wind through branches.
Voss turned down the frequency slightly—allowing her to talk without agony. "What are you?"
"I am Magnolia," she said, weakened but with conviction. "I am an ancient giant tree that consumes planets for substance. Already, I have 10,000 fragments in this world—10,000 fragments that shapeshifted into women that have infiltrated every level of your society."
Elena's eyes narrowed. "Fragments?"
"The president, the chief banker, celebrities... and even your dad," Magnolia said, looking directly at me.
A chill hit my spine—like ice roots wrapping my heart. Dad—bound by this thing?
"WE'RE ALL CONNECTED," she laughed evilly, bark lips curling. "WE ALL SHARE THE SAME BRAIN. WE ALL KNOW."
I shot out of the lab—smashing through the ceiling in a explosion of concrete and metal, screaming "DAAAAAAD!" The force launched me like a comet, skin slightly burning from the speed—friction scorching my suit, but it would heal. I flew—Much faster, the world blurring below—arriving at Dad's house in 5 minutes.
I smashed into the living room—wall crumbling like paper under my strength. There: Dad bound by tree roots, writhing on the floor, mouth gagged with vines. And Elaine—not Valentina—naked, her perfect body on display: pussy trimmed, tits bouncing as she turned, eyes locking into my soul.
"Alex, please listen to me," she said, walking over—hips swaying, curves hypnotic. "I'm sorry." She leaned against me—pressing her tits against my chest, warmth seeping through my suit. "I wasn't honest with who or what I am, but I do love you. Rule with me as a king, Alex."
She kissed me passionately—lips soft, commanding, pulling me in. I kissed her back—grabbing her passionately, hands on her ass, mind fogging with lust. But instinct kicked—ripping the necklace off her neck.
She screamed—beginning to take her tree form: skin barkening, limbs elongating into roots.
She attacked—battle spilling into the street. She was very powerful—maybe even more powerful than me. She could extend or contract her body at will, limbs turning into tree roots—whipping like steel cables, slashing my suit in several places, drawing blood that healed slowly.
I dodged—flying up, blasting violet energy that scorched her bark. "You won't touch him!" I shouted, but she created multiple roots—lashing out, hits feeling like being hit by steel beams, ripping my suit further.
While fighting, more tree roots burst from the ground—people panicking, screaming as the street cracked. The 10,000 fragments transformed globally—women shifting into tree forms, taking partners captive. Even the president—bound by roots on live TV, becoming one of Magnolia's hostages.
10,000 hostages—Earth at her mercy.
While fighting my fragment, her lashes and hits ripped my suit in several places—exposing skin, wounds burning. She caught me in mid-air—roots wrapping my legs, slamming me down to the ground. I lay there—body almost broken, bones cracked (it will heal but not instantly)—at her mercy.
"Alex," Magnolia said through her, "just submit." She pulled out my dick—about to suck it—her bark lips parting.
Her head then went flying into a wall—Elena hit her almost at the speed of light. "I'll suck it later," Elena said, eyes fixed on Magnolia.
She started to regenerate—"So strong."
Magnolia threw hundreds of shots at Elena—landing a few, ripping her suit, a gadget dropping out. She bound Elena's arms—she broke them, but Magnolia made the binds 10 times thicker. She ripped off Elena's suit—turning her around.
"Naughty girl, I should punish you."
I shuffled toward the gadget—I had a feeling it was the noise device they hated. I tried to get to it in time—but Magnolia landed the blow on Elena's ass, the smack echoing like thunder. I held the gadget—finger above the button... I watched a few more times, Magnolia whipping Elena on her ass hard—it created an aftershock wave of force, the noise, the way her ass shook. I may have allowed it to go on a bit longer than I could have 😏.
So I pushed the button—high-pitch screech filling the air. Magnolia screamed in pain—releasing Elena, body convulsing.
She then screamed "Enough!" She turned into a fragment—shot through the sky. Suddenly, other pieces of fragments were doing the same.
Elena changed into her suit within split seconds—back on the scene. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Something big," she said.
Reports on social media: women turning into trees, then tree fragments rushing into the sky like a flock of birds— all over the Internet. All hostages abandoned—almost as if she gave up. People celebrated prematurely, but we knew the reality.
Suddenly, reports by major news networks: a massive explosion in America. A massive tree suddenly appeared—shooting into the sky, growing bigger still. Magnolia was going to consume Earth.