Baffled police gathered around an empty tour bus, the latest in a string of unexplained abductions of young women in the city’s Ms. Capitol City beauty pageant. All the contestants – young, beautiful women in their early twenties – were missing. The only clues left were pools of clear, mucous-like liquids and webbing that coated the outside and inside of the bus. Smashed windows, scuff marks, and thousands of scattered objects indicated a violent struggle.

Tanya O’Donnell, star reporter for the Central City News, sat reclined in her chair, asleep. Not known for a tremendous work ethic, she lay back on her thick, overstuffed leather chair that was far nicer than the ones in her peer’s offices, and many rumors circulated around water coolers over how she got the biggest office, the nicest furnishings, and company junkets all over the world. Most frustrating to the other reporters was her ability to always land the biggest scoops in spite of her lazy, lackadaisical approach to journalism.

Deeply asleep, Tanya, also known as GOT Gal, relived her last battle with the nefarious Inseminoid plants. Although disgusted by the slovenly, slimy nature of the plants, part of her was aroused by the primal nature of the plants, whose sole purpose was propagation and advancement, using the most sapient species it could acquire to serve as a host for its offspring. Since their appearance some time back, these plants seemed to have acquired a taste for human females, due to their excellent adaptability and reusability as breeding hosts. More than once, GOT Gal herself was forced into brooding for the insatiable plants. Her repeated impregnation resulted in ever increasing bust size, lactation, and libido. As a result, her dreams mirrored her secret life.

As she unconsciously rocked in her chair, she slid her shapely legs against each other, simulating the rubbing of an attacker against her supple flesh. Her sexual response in full swing, she began breathing deeply, licking her lips just as she was moistening her panties in reaction to the phantom penetration. All in all, Tanya was putting on quite a show. As her loyal cameraman Phil entered the room, he hesitated to wake her, instead pausing to ogle the voluptuous blonde. Beautiful, lusty, stupid – everything he could want in a woman – but still unattainable for a middle aged, balding man with $30,000 take home. Duty called, as always, as he reached over and woke the careless blonde.

“Uh, wha, Phil!” I was just going over some, uhh… leads!” she groggily announced, palming over a hundred scrawled notes on her messy desk.

“No time for leads now, Ms. O’Donnell, the Editor’s handing us a big one! There’s been another disappearance.”

“Another coed abducted?” Tanya inquired, checking her reflection in a compact.

“No, a whole busload of Ms. Delta City contestants!”

“God, I’ve investigated kidnappings before but I’ve never heard of something this big!”

“There’s not a lot to go on, just a lot of goop and some kind of stringy stuff all over their tour bus,” Phil went on to explain. “They’ve called in Professor Whirter, over at the institute. He’s always checking out weird stuff like that.”

“Yeah, WHIRTER,” Tanya muttered, still a little ticked at being the occasional target of his experiments gone awry. “That’s our first stop, Phil.”

“Interesting…” A lovely eye, grossly magnified, observes a clear, viscous fluid through a microscope. “Definitely inseminoid in nature… but it’s mobile. It’s impossible for a lifeform to mutate this fast…” Professor Whirter’s assistant, Nurse Nancy, wheeled away from the bus specimen, noisily squeaking across the polished black laboratory floor. Holding a small tape recorder, she entered another memo: “This material seems to have its own locomotion, even after separation from whatever organism produces it. Early experiments conclude that its only sense is smell, but it quickly permeates most organic tissues. It doesn’t seem to have any cell nucleus, its genetic material seems to be evenly distributed throughout the substance.”

“Substance Two,” she continued, “is even more perplexing. It seems to react like spider’s web, and has considerable strength. It’s made from the same material as the first sample, but it seems to… have… a… scent…” She suddenly felt dizzy, as a fragrance like a thousand flowers began to make her feel… strange.

“Professor Whirter… Professor Whirter!” Tanya reached over to jostle the entranced woman. “Nancy! Have you seen the professor?”

“Oh, hello Tanya!,” she responded, straightening her glasses. “The professor’s in the back. He’s trying to make some sense out of all these samples we’re getting.”

“Ahh! Tanya!” said the old feeble professor. “I was just going over the preliminary results from these samples we collected from the bus. They’re like the plants we’ve been seeing across the city, but there is a significant amount of mutation. Obviously, these life forms are mobile, and can attack large targets and apparently either take large numbers of hosts or work in concert. Most of the attacks occur around water sources. In this case, near a treatment plant. This seems to indicate there is a plantlike need for water.”

“Water sources…” Tanya mused. Pulling out a map, she added a mark to note the location of the latest attack. “Do you have a map of the city’s sewage systems?”

“I can get it off the City’s website” Phil volunteered.

As soon as the map was brought up, Tanya noticed that each of the missing coeds were around a sewer grate or manhole. “This thing is moving through the city’s sewers! That last attack is in the center of this pattern!”

“We should call the police,” the prudish scientist interjected. “These things are far too dangerous for us to take alone… unless…” The professor gave Tanya a knowing look. “You could contact GOT Gal. She always triumphs against these freaks of nature, um, or at least they go away soon after she battles them.”

“I’m sure that GOT Gal can arrange a little reception for these vile creatures.” Tanya proclaimed smugly. “Phil, I’ve got to go get GOT Gal.” Disappearing into a corridor, Tanya checked for interlopers, then ducked into a closet. Pulling her sacred emerald from her purse and fastening it to a bra barely covering her ample bosom, she transforms into that indefatigable GOT Gal!

GOT Gal confidently strode into the lab room. “Ms. O’Donnell advised me of the situation, professor. Do these things have a weakness?”

“Like all plants, they seem to need water, and they should be vulnerable to the CO2 blasts that you used on the last batch, but there is a much greater variation in their DNA, and more study is required before we…”

“Got it, Professor!” GOT Gal blurted out as she ignored the rest of the statement. “OK, cold, need to get as much CO2 as I can. These should do!” GOT Gal began to strip the lab of its extinguishers. “God, these things are so heavy!” She managed to fit four of them into a green bag, then set off for the abandoned treatment plant – and glory.

The large, foreboding structure loomed decrepit and forlorn against the dusky sky. Its outdated Greco décor, crumbling from neglect, cast long jagged shadows over the shapely figure of GOT Gal.

“Got to find those women, and get to the bottom of this mystery!” She announced to no one in particular, in a classic bout of her characteristic superheroine self-monologue. “No sense in beating around the bush!” She smugly said as she kicked the front door of the old building. Surprisingly, the door held, strangely bouncing back, and knocking her off balance. “Wha? OK, if THAT’S the way you want to play!” GOT Gal surged and kicked full force, bursting the doors from their hinges. They fell a few feet and seemed to hang, as if held up by some kind of strapping. Pinkish webbing seemed to loosely hang from the top of the doorway.

“More of that strange webbing.” She sampled some of it with her fingers. Some strands were sticky, others were simply strong. But the first thing she noticed was the smell. “God, this place smells kind of… nice.” The fragrant smell of a thousand flowers hung thickly in the air. She breathed in more of the aphrodisiac scent, moved, but more immune to it than a normal female would be, thanks to her emerald.

Carefully dodging the webbing, she stepped into the structure. Little light escaped the windows, which were covered like webbing just like the door. It gave a pinkish glow to the corridors of the plant. GOT Gal began to feel the effects of the scents. “Feel so.. horny.” She stopped momentarily and her hand drifted to the moistening crotch of her uniform. “This must be one of those damned inseminoid’ methods for controlling women. Well it won’t get me!” As she ventured deeper into the plant, she noticed more and more of the webbing covered the walls, giving the area an organic appearance.

Every so often a stray noise would echo through the hallways: scuffling sounds, a falling object, and a clicking noise. As she rounded the entrance to the facilities center, she heard a new sound – a human sound. The moans of over fifty women, muffled by something began to become audible. As she darted around the corner, she could barely believe her eyes.

The entire inside of the cavernous treatment plant had been transformed into some kind of greenhouse. A large central “tree” grew in the center of the plant, with huge thick leaves the size of a dinner table. Vines covered the ceiling, and the walls were coated in webbing and pulsing veinlike structures. The vines were translucent white and green, and lumps and fluids were visibly passing through them. But the moans – they were coming from everywhere. Through the dim light, she could make out pods that seemed to move with a life of their own. Carefully stepping through the vines, GOT Gal approached one. A muffled moan from the inside brought her to the horrible reality of the situation. The women were confined, made to be a part of this creature… but for what purpose?

Two miles away, Nurse Nancy was working late, trying to find some weapon against the creatures that made the substances before her. Her red eyes betrayed her fatigue, and soon she was asleep at her lab table. Jerking idly in her sleep, her legs spread slightly, revealing the lacy panties that seemed so unlikely on the straight laced but comely professor. The gel like substance in the pitri dish began to move. Guided by the scent of the ovulating professor, the viscous liquid began to gather and surge out of the dish. Soon, a trail of the liquid began to lead to its destination. Across the desk, seeping onto the floors, and finally to the black heel of the sleeping professor. As the gel began its ascent up Whirter’s shapely leg, some of the cells began to absorb through her skin. The lithe woman began to sweat and pant, her dreams now becoming erotic. The cells influence on her soon became obvious. Shifting in her chair, the professor widely splayed her legs in a lewd gesture of lust. The trail of slime proceeded in their course towards the lacy white panties, and then towards the now soaked crotch, emanating the scent of the fertile target. As the gel reached the wet fabric, it seemed to meld into the dampness and disappear. Small, individual cells continued relentlessly through Nurse Nancy’s slick vagina, releasing more aphrodisiac into her system, and finally reaching her cervix, the source of the ripe woman’s scent. They easily passed through, as the excited woman’s womb began shimmering from her excitement, sucking in the fluids. There they found a ready egg, and surrounded and penetrated it, modifying the egg to its purposes. As Nancy slept, her body jerked slightly as the egg settled into her womb and took hold, giving a feeling like a jolt of electricity to the woman as she was impregnated. The sleeping woman’s right hand instinctively drifted to her lower abdomen, just below her belly button, a few inches above her now pregnant uterus.

Back at the treatment plant…

GOT Gal gasped with frustration as she attempted to punch through the rubbery structure, but her blows simply bounced back as before.

Spiderlike creatures the size of large dogs emerged from the ductwork. “There must be fifty of them!” Tanya gasped as she saw two shapely cocoons being dragged by three of them. Each cocoon writhed from the struggles of its prisoner. As it approached the three, the spiders dragged it towards a waiting pod. Two proboscises from the tree examined the cocoons, then each plunged towards its center, right where a woman’s vagina would be. Each one lurched as the captive woman inside was penetrated. The proboscis retraced from one pod, and it was unceremoniously cast to the side with a slapping motion. The other was enwrapped in vines, and dragged into a waiting pod. The pod seemed filled with the strange.. goo the professor had been studying. As the cocoon fell into it, the liquid seemed to dissolve the webbing. A young, naked, woman broke free from the weakening webbing, and struggled to get out of the pod. Vines from inside the pod began wrapping around each limb, and soon she was bound spread-eagled and screaming. Another vine approached her, and probed her stomach. Another approached her from behind, and impaled one of her full ass cheeks with a sharp stinger. It injected some substance in the woman, and soon her screams subsided as she was tranquilized. A masklike vine emerged from the bottom of the pod between her legs, and covered her face. A sedative gas took the last of her consciousness, and a feeding tube forced its way into the sleeping woman’s mouth and down her throat. The tip of the pod closed, although a silhouette outlined the female within. A dark, thick shadow formed between the outstretched legs of the curvy shadow. A thick vine soon found its target – the sleeping woman’s mound. The slick gel enabled easy penetration of the female, and she moaned deeply in her sleep as she was forced open and stretched out to accommodate the tick vine. A deep belch signaled a bulge in the vine, the traveled up the vine, and disappeared within the female form, which bucked and writhed in futile defiance of its impregnation. Soon the seed penetrated the cervix of the breeder, and was pushed against the receptive womb of the prepared woman, impregnating her. More fluid was pumped into the woman, until she appeared three months pregnant. The pod was then lifted out placed outward in an array with the others, each containing a pregnant, helpless female.

The other, rejected cocoon was dragged back to the corridor by the “spiders.”
”These women are prisoners, but alive. Those creatures may kill that woman, I must try to help her first.”

GOT Gal stealthily followed the spiders, and soon found herself walking down an hallway that became more and more tunnel like in appearance, from all the webbing. A strand caught her boot, and she clumsily fell against a bump in the wall. TO her horror, the bump moved – and moaned! As she tore the webbing from the wall, it revealed a naked woman, spread like the girl in the pod, along with a noticeable bulge in her belly. “GOT Gal! Thank God, I Ugghhh!!” She cried as she felt the alien life within her move about. I was on the bus… and these.. things took us here! Unhhh! They took us here to make their spider babies, then they take us in there, and God, I don’t know what happens..” “Don’t worry, I’ll have you out of here in no time!” GOT Gal easily pulled through the webbing, making the poor girl fall to the floor. Oommph! My stomach! She cried as it shimmered from the spawn within. She began to pant, and clutched her belly with her hands. “Oh God! She instinctively spread her legs and a white, milky substance gushed out. Feeling an uncontrollable urge to push, she forced out a smaller version of the spider creature, covered in slimy white goo. “This is one spider that’s not getting any! GOT Gal raised her foot to stomp the basketball-sized arachnid. Turning, it jumped out of the way, and raised its tail. “GOT Gal! Be careful! the exhausted student gasped. They have stingers!” Turning to hear the warning, GOT Gal cocked her head back in time to see a spike of some sort shoot from the tail of the creature. It shot through the air, and sank into her right tit. Aaggh! She felt intense burning, and then a cooling sensation. She jumped at the creature, and grabbed its front legs, smashing it against the wall. Dazed, the creature stood no chance against the superheroine, and found its fate screeching beneath her boot. Tanya began to feel a bit dizzy. Ugh! It feels like… like… “It’s some kind of anesthetic.” The pageant contestant finished her statement. GOT Gal soon began to feel a little better. “My powers must protect her from being felled as easily as a regular woman.” But the screeching had attracted other spiders. “Oh no! Look out! Cried the girl, but it was too late. Three spiders had lined up, and each shot a spike at GOT Gal. One hit her curvy right thigh, but the other two impaled her full right buttock. These adult spiders had much larger stingers, with much larger payloads. GOT Gal instantly fell over, as the spiders moved in to claim their prize. The contestant found her freedom short, as she tried to escape crawling on her stomach, her vagina leaking the white birthing substance, lips still gaping slightly from the monstrous birth. A spike landed on her full ass, and she was soon sleeping soundly beside the newest breeder for the hive – GOT Gal.

As the eyelids of the great GOT Gal fluttered open, the pinkish room slowly came into focus. Fuzzy movement in front of her gave way to startlingly clear visions of the spider creatures. As she turned to her side, she saw six other girls next to her. Each was attached to the wall, wrists and ankles bound securely in place by thick strands of webbing. All were unconscious, apparently due to the same stingers that took down the mighty GOT Gal. Still wearing her mask, GOT Gal noticed all her other clothing items had been stripped from her, including… “NO! Not the emerald!” Her precious emerald of fertility, the source of her mighty strength, lay in a heap with the other’s women’s clothing. Her mask had apparently been spared, since her primary function was breeding, it made no difference to the spiders.

As she observed the spiders, she noticed there were several differences in them. While all spiders looked basically the same, with the same stingers, frightening maws, and black, hairy structure, some differences existed. Larger, rounded abdomens with red stripes differentiated the larger ones from the smaller, more aggressive spiders, like the ones that attacked her. As moaning from the sedated women began, GOT Gal looked around to see the six other girls slowly coming to. The moaning attracted the large spiders to the room. These larger spiders had abdomens the size of an oil drum, and several strange appendages at the rear, arranged in a straight line from the tail stinger.

Three spiders entered the room. Each approached a female victim. One by one, each crawled up the webbing, positioning its abdomen over the stomach of a woman. A slimy tentacle extended from the middle of the abdomen, towards the exposed vagina of a victim, entering with an audible SLORSH!. The dazed women quickly came to their senses by the harsh intrusion of the 3-inch thick tentacle widening their precious holes. The tentacles extended deeper and deeper, until each impaled woman made a high pitched squeak as it reached the end of her vaginal passage. The end of the member began thrashing within them, searching for its target: the cervix, the entry point to the females’ most intimate point. One by one, each cervix was found and opened, as the tentacle entered the womb. As they writhed and moaned helplessly in their bonds, the spiders’ abdomens began to shudder. A large baseball sized bulge began to travel the length of the tube, embedded deep within each female. The bulges entered the women, eliciting moaning, screaming, and panting as they were implanted with the spiders’ eggs. As soon as the implantation was completed, the women were cut free from the walls, and the spiders moved on to another female. The freed women were too sore to move, and lay in fetal positions, clutching their bellies, each slightly bloated from their eggs. GOT Gal was last of all. As the spiders eyed the buxom heroine, complete with her huge tits, slightly leaking from the excitement of her capture. Her wide hips and small waist seemed to excite the spiders, two of which seemed to fight for the right to mount her. Finally, the largest seemed to win. It quickly took her just as the other females had been taken, except it sensed a greater capacity in the fully mature, well rounded woman before it. The strong but spindly legs of the spider drew up against the curvaceous figure cemented to the wall. Tanya struggled against the webbing, but her hazy mind realized that it was pointless to struggle. As she looked down at her body, she could see the large, thick ovipositor poised between her legs. It seemed to drip with some form of clear, slick fliud. Suddenly, a stream of the liquid shot out of the monstrous member and coated her hips, thighs, legs, and its main target, her dripping pussy. The large phallic then forcefully slid into Tanya, aided by the slickness, and soon found its way to and through the ripe female’s cervix.

Tanya’s mind was lit with intense feelings of euphoria as her silky walls were rubbed by the ribbed member. Each thick rib along the shaft seemed to pop into and out of her, as she was widened in preparation for her clutch. As the thick rod danced within her belly, she felt the familiar tingling within her, signaling her approaching orgasm. The horror of her situation allowed her to fight off giving in to the creatures for a while, but as soon as she felt her passage widen from the first egg, she lost all control and began climaxing mindlessly. Her convulsing form seemed to amaze the spider, as the force of her orgasm seemed to suck the eggs from the ovipositor without any effort from the spider. The creature seemed to be content with this, and simply fed more and more eggs into the ovipositor, only to be hungrily drawn into the seemingly insatiable womb of the climaxing Tanya. Soon all the eggs were within the female’s spent form, and she was allowed to fall to the ground. Tanya moaned, rubbing her slick, slimy legs against each other. The sight was too much for the spiders in the room, and soon there was another contest to mount the voluptuous amazon form writhing on the floor. Another spider penetrated the now slack opening, and gave Tanya another clutch of eggs as she lay on her stomach. Soon she found herself drifting off, as her eyes fixated on her growing belly.

Erotic moans and gasps soon awakened the once mighty GOT Gal. Around the room, six panting women were busily rubbing themselves, and trying to satisfy what seemed like insatiable lust. Tanya’s attention soon turned to herself as well. She could feel the eggs within her – they seemed to make her feel warm, full, and incredibly horny. The eggs seemed to be emitting some kind of hormone, some substance what was making her body feel this way, like she was – ovulating! That was it, that familiar smell of females in heat. The scent she had noticed under the floral cover was nothing but female pheromones! It was making her insatiable now, as the substance was now in the source of her sexuality. Unable to control herself, she shoved her fingers within herself, and became wet with slick, viscous fliud every woman makes when ripe. She gazed through lust filled eyes at her GOT Gal uniform without much interest, focusing instead on her own sexual needs.

The room became filled with the sweet scent of seven fertile women. As the fragrance traveled through the corridors, clicking and scuffling could be heard as another set of creatures approached the helpless women.