Podcasts about Parched

This week, Chris shifts focus to recommending several podcasts that align with the mission of desert protection and conservation. Marissa Ortega Welch’s “How Wild” challenges conventional perceptions of wilderness by exploring cultural narratives that shape our understanding of solitude in nature. With Emily Guerin’s investigative series, "California City," listeners uncover the tantalizing history and real estate tales of this less-known Mojave Desert town. Michael Elizabeth Sakas captivates audiences with "Parched," a series that unpacks the critical water shortages plaguing the Colorado River Basin. And Jennifer Errick from the National Parks Conservation Association's podcast The Secret Lives of Parks gets Chris and Luke Basulto out in the field to talk desert protection Highlighting gems from these productions, this episode celebrates the intricate beauty and significance of deserts in contemporary discourse. Key Takeaways: Discover various perspectives on wilderness concepts with Marissa Ortega Welch in "How Wild," which critiques the cultural narratives surrounding solitude and wilderness. Explore the thrilling investigative journey of Emily Guerin's podcast "California City" to explore historical and ongoing real estate dynamics in the desert. Gain insights into the pressing water issues facing the Colorado River Basin with Michael Elizabeth Sakas' comprehensive series "Parched." Hear from Jennifer Errick and Luke Basulto on the newly designated Chuckwalla National Monument and the importance of connecting desert landscapes for better ecological health. Resources: How Wild with Marissa Ortega Welch https://www.howwild.org/ California City by Emily Guerin https://laist.com/podcasts/california-city Parched, Hosted by Michael Elizabeth Sakas https://www.cpr.org/podcast/parched/ The Secret Lives of Parks, with Jennifer Errick https://thesecretlivesofparks.org/ The Border Chronicle https:/theborderchronicle.com Desert Oracle https://www.desertoracle.com/radio/ Desert Advocacy Media Network https://thedamn.org Become a desert defender!: https://90milesfromneedles.com/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week Gaz & Jordan are joined by former Rangers, Blackpool, Liverpool, Stoke, Reading & Dundee Midfielder...Charlie Adam!Charlie sits down with the boys to discuss all things football from THAT Blackpool season to transitioning into football management.The lads then chat about Charlie's early life in football with Rangers, playing against that iconic Barcelona team & learning from the legendary Walter Smith.Charlie and the boys then speak about how moving to Blackpool really kick started his career, Ian Holloway's incredible man management skills as well as achieving the impossible and winning promotion to the Premier League.Charlie then talks in depth about how his dream move to Liverpool came about, meeting Sir Kenny Dalglish & why Steven Gerrard was the perfect captain.The trio then discuss Charlie's move to Stoke City where he spent 7 years, losing card roulette with Peter Crouch & how he gained his 'Parched' nickname.Finally they discuss Charlie's time with the Scottish national team before chatting about life after playing football and stepping into coaching.Support the show

With so much water in the eastern U.S., why can't the region pipe some of it to its drought-prone neighbors in the West? This perennial question nags climate journalists and western water managers alike. We break down why building a pipeline is unrealistic right now for the Colorado River. Related episodes:How Colorado towns are trying to get some water certainty The trouble with water discounts For sponsor-free episodes of The Indicator from Planet Money, subscribe to Planet Money+ via Apple Podcasts or at plus.npr.org. Music by Drop Electric. Find us: TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Newsletter. Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Despite their recent deliverance, it didn't take long for Israel to complain and cry out in the desert. Called to trust Him for mercies new each morning, the covenant-keeping God provides for His people.

As the midway point of the season approaches, both Jacob and Jiayang find themselves in the rather strange position of still having their first Wildcard and yet lacking any desire to use it. We try to discuss the best options position-by-position, but are quickly faced with the slightly depressing truth that there simply aren't that many truly desirable players in the game right now. The situation is especially dire among the midfielders and forwards—so dire, in fact, that we even toy with the idea of playing four defenders plus six attackers (instead of the typical seven). The dryness of the current state of the game dovetails nicely with a brief discussion about Jacob's generally conservative style of playing FPL—is such a philosophy overly lenient towards middling performers, letting them linger in one's team far beyond their welcome? Follow us on Twitter: @FplFortress

With MQFF closing on Sunday November 24th, filmmaker Alice Maio Mackay and actor Connor Pullinger join Richard to talk about the last few days of the festival. Alice's film Carnage for Christmas screens on Sunday 24th (last day of MQFF) at 3.15pm at Cinema Nova. Connor's film Bulldog is a contender for Australian Shorts & Awards (screening and awards are 6pm on Saturday 23rd at ACMI Fed Square). Then, from the La Trobe Art Institute, Dr. Karen Annett (director) and Amelia Wallin (curatorial lead) talk about the new exhibition Parched. The exhibition features over 8 artists interpreting cultures of drought around regional Victoria. The exhibition runs from November 20th - February 9th at La Trobe Art Institute (121 View Street Bendigo), with an opening event on November 29th from 5pm, plus artist and curator talks from 2pm on November 30th.Have you ever wondered what an artists interpretation of waves and bubbles might sound like? Wonder no more… local composer, sound-artist and musician Elissa Goodrich has conducted a unique cross-disciplinary collaboration with fluid dynamics researcher Professor Richard Manasseh and his team at Swinburne, who are working on an Australian Research Council project on the sounds naturally emitted by ocean bubbles. Catch their project Waves and Bubbles at Tempo Rubarto (34 Breese St, Brunswick) at 8pm on November 28th. Author Gillian Wills on her debut novel Big Music - set in a music college, exploring sexism in arts leadership and drawing upon Wills' lived experience as the Dean of Music at the Victorian College of the Arts, it is a tale of triumph over adversity. Choreographer Sandra Parker and sound designer Lawrence Harvey on their production, Safehold. Safehold is a “new choreographic work drawing on themes of collaboration and unity”, performed by dancers Anika de Ruyter, Rachel Mackie and Oliver Savariego. At 7pm, on Thursday 21 until Saturday 23 November 2024 at the ETU Ballroom, Trades Hall!Sue Healey, award-winning choreographer and filmmaker, presents ON VIEW: ICONS - six screendance portraits, where attendees will experience a moving celebration of some of Australia's pioneering women in dance including: the late Eileen Kramer, plus Lucette Aldous AC, Elizabeth Cameron Dalman OAM, Nanette Hassall AM, Elma Kris, Shirley McKechnie AO. Showing at Dancehouse from 4-7pm, Thu 28 — Sat 30 November 2024.Plus, Anne Marie Peard has plenty of fabulous theatre reviews!

While the prospect of rain across parts of the Midwest and Ohio Valley is appealing for many residents, AccuWeather forecasters warn that the risk for severe weather may accompany the beneficial rainfall; Temperature swings will keep people on their toes, while the mainly dry conditions will be good for outdoor plans and pose some risk for brush fires Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Your soul is designed to be satisfied in one thing, and one thing only: the Lord God. All other earthly pursuits to quench your soul-thirst do just the opposite in comparison with God. -------- Thank you for listening! Your support of Joni and Friends helps make this show possible.   Joni and Friends envisions a world where every person with a disability finds hope, dignity, and their place in the body of Christ. Become part of the global movement today at www.joniandfriends.org.   Find more encouragement on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube.

As a stretch of a dry weather and summer-like warmth grips the Central states over the upcoming week, AccuWeather forecasters warn that there may be ramifications downstream as the lack of rain continues. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Parched Skin? Find Out What Your Routine Might Be Missing | Let's GLOW Podcast Welcome back, beautiful glow getters! In this episode of Let's GLOW, Jamie dives into the essential but often overlooked topic of hydration. Water is not just a basic necessity; it's the key to glowing, healthy skin. Jamie shares her insights on how much water you really need, the benefits of proper hydration, and creative tips to keep your skin and body well-hydrated. Plus, discover how hydration is a simple yet powerful act of self-care that can transform your skincare routine.

Rainfall map of India from 1 June to 29 August is largely blue & green—a sign of either excess or normal rainfall. ThePrint looks at rainfall data and analyses the overall impact.  

Heavenly Father, rain down over my parched faith, splashing out over those I love too. Scripture: Isaiah 44:3Best of, Summer.

PEPSI, the exclusive beverage provider of the Liberty Bowl! What's your soft drink of choice?  Ron Hart joins the Nation of Jake to discuss everything from EVs to the DNC.  Max the Producer gives a heated history of the burger!  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Big Up Goes To "To Catch A Predator: Rap Edition" There is a new trend where rappers have gone from singing about crime to preventing it. The Game, Akon, and Sway Lee are out here putting the fear of rap gods into child predators everywhere.    Let Down Goes To Diva Hydration The good people of Sacramento were hyped to see the R&B icon, who turned 80 this year, headlining the Toyota Concert Series at the California State Fair on July 20. But despite all the promotion and marketing efforts, no one thought to check the weather app.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What do you expect to find in the desert? Parched? Cracked soil? Heat, no water? Sand and rocks? A barren, dry, and desolate place.No one anticipates life or growth in the desert. However what happens an unlikely person in an unlikely person encounters God? Join us this Sunday as we learn what God Does in our Desert Seasons. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

You know, it's so strange. For the past week, if you would have heard me, you'd have thought that I was coughing up a lung. I can't talk; I can hardly breathe. But I am getting better. Nevertheless, I decided on the day before yesterday that since I could not record a new podcast, I would publish this specific one as an encore podcast. As I said, day before yesterday. Then yesterday happened, and I realized how much more needed this message is for us than it has ever been. Enjoy, and be encouraged. God bless you richly as you listen.

Summer has arrived at the KNFW studio in Philadelphia and the gals are PARCHED!!! A lemonade man is not what he seems, an ad for an ancient phenomena comes through, and some beloved East Coast characters stop by...but will they leave?

This week I pop in for a little mini episode and talk about what shows I AM enjoying and what I'm NOT enjoying, thirsty bitches, someone that's trying to ruin reality tv for me, Summer House, Martha's House, Vanderpump Rules and more!Follow me on InstagramFollow me on Twitter

Discover how Jesus' gift of living water promises us a bond with God that satisfies our souls beyond earthly desires, guiding us to a life marked by unshakeable peace and connection.

Nicholas Lorimer, and Terence Corrigan discuss the continuing water crisis affecting Johannesburg. They also discuss prescribed assets scheme that the ANC is promoting in its manifesto. Lastly, they chat about the MK party's violent rhetoric toward the IEC. Website · Facebook · Instagram · Twitter

Okay, what exactly is composite teeth bonding and why is everyone talking about it? Today we share our best and worst experiences (of the teeth variety!)  And, our summer skin is PARCHED. So we put together a list of our favourite budget moisturisers to give your skin the drink of water it deserves.  Plus, Kee is rolling a volcanic stone on her face in a last-ditch effort to avoid being a greasy girl and hey, it actually works! LINKS TO EVERYTHING MENTIONED:  Redwin Sorbolene Moisturiser $11 Qv Cream $18 Qv Ceramides Moisturising Cream $26 Dove Body Love Rich Nourishing Face & Body Cream $8.40 Nivea Rich Nourishing Body Lotion $4.70 Kester Black Miracle Treatment Base Coat $32 BOUJEE:  K18 Molecular Repair Hair Oil $95 The Daily Brush - Single $40 BUDGET:  Revlon Volcanic Stone Roller $20 Essie Nail Color Ballet Slippers $15 SUBSCRIBE:  Subscribe to Mamamia Vote in the 2024 You Beauty Awards Sign up for our free You Beauty weekly newsletter for our product recommendations, exclusive beauty news, reviews, articles, deals and much more! Want to try our new exercise app? Click here to start a seven-day free trial of MOVE by Mamamia  GET IN TOUCH: Got a beauty question you want answered?  Email us at youbeauty@mamamia.com.au or call the podphone on 02 8999 9386.  Join our You Beauty Facebook Group here. You Beauty is a podcast by Mamamia. Listen to more Mamamia podcasts here. CREDITS: Hosts: Kee Reece & Lucy Neville Producer: Cassie Merritt Audio Producer: Leah Porges Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise.Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Forward:In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons.If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden?Sally joins an expeditionary team. You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it’s usually pretty rewarding. I’ve helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I’m a naturalist and explorer.But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness?We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind.“Shit!” he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over.“Oh man! Are you hurt?” I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help.“I don’t think it’s injured, I was just really fucking surprised.” He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. “Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?”“What’s the angle like?” Mindy asked. “Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers,”“It’s weird, it’s straight down,” Brad said, “and it’s like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I’m only being squeezed right here at the calf.” He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth.“That is super weird,” I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. “But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie.” Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle.“On my count,” he said. “One, two, three!” we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort.“It’s working!” Brad said happily. “My leg’s coming free.” After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap.“Whew!” I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let’s see.“ Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn’t look twisted, and I saw no swelling."Looks good, Sally,” he told me. “Doesn’t hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I’ll give it a few.”“Good idea,” I nodded. “Let’s all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway.” My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work.“I kinda want to take a look at this hole,” Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. “Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground.”“Yeah, let’s poke around a little,” I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. “If it’s not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt.” Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over.“Wow Brad, you must’ve caught it just right. It’s hardly big enough for a boot your size.”“Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet,” Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. “You know what I mean?” I playfully punched him on the shoulder.“Sure, but you’re not supposed to stick your foot in those holes,” I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight.“Guys, this is really fucking weird,” she said. “There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it’s the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated."Buried cave, maybe?” I hypothesized.“Buried something,” she answered. “I say we open it up.”“Agreed,” I said.“Second,” Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we’d uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much.“Solid theory,” Brad remarked. “What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can’t fill it in.”“We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby.” Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim.“Hello!” I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!“ I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep,” I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: “Did somebody call me?”“No,” Marty said. “We were all waiting for you.” I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows.“Let’s make the sign,” Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I’d brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere.“Uh, guys?” I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I’d ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there,Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition.The portal“Oh shit,” I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. “Hang on!” I giggled. “We’re going for a ride!” The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark.We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree.“Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?” The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn’t restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth.“Sally!” he gasped, steeling himself against his body’s invader. “Everyone’s, uh okay, but,” He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. “Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I’m so sorry! I can’t help it!” Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad’s cock.“We can worry about this later,!” I grunted out. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching.“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!” he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more.“Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!” Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn’t shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire.“So, sweet,” he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn’t stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad’s cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I’d ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he’d gotten the same.“I’m going to cum in you, Sally!” he told me with a tinge of regret.“I’m going to cum too, Brad! It’s ok, this isn’t us!” He wrapped me in his arms. “We’re being used, It’s not your fault.” I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him.“No!” he groaned. “I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn’t have wanted it this way!”“I know! Me too, it’s ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!” I screamed. “Please, please cum in me!” My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant’s strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on.The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other’s arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us.It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid.“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm.“What, the hell, Did we fall into?” Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively.“I don’t know,” Brad answered.“Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?” I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world.“Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?” Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in.“Don’t flip out yet, any of you,” I said, holding up a hand. “We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?” I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. “When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first,” recollection hit them of the moment, “And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here.”“I heard the same fucking thing!” Mindy said. “I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said ‘paradise’ was down here.” I gasped.“I heard that too!”“I didn’t hear anything besides our screaming,” Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty.“Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn’t otherwise feel anything different.”“It made me feel drunk, and, horny.” I blushed. Stupidly, really.“Yeah,” Mindy said. “Me too,” she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions.“Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own.”“If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn’t it try and lure us too?” asked Marty.“Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource.” Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. “You wouldn’t have let us disappear down that hole without trying something.”“No, we wouldn’t have.” Brad said. “Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?”“Well, I can’t see where we came in here from, can any of you?” They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads.“Fuck,” Marty said.“I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends,” I said. “Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God.” I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up.“Oh my God,” Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. “We’ll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been.”“We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist,” Brad continued. “Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere.”“Wardrobe,” I corrected. Brad laughed.“Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot.”“Alright seriously though,” Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. “If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we’ve got to deal with that.”“Yeah, and we’ve gotta survive,” I said.“We need to find shelter and resources,” Mindy added.“Precisely. Alright team, we can do this.” I put my hand palm down in front of them. “Pile on.” They added their hands to the stack. “What happened back there we can talk about. We’ll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let’s spread out and begin observing.” Everyone nodded.“I’m going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter,” Marty said. “I’ll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here.”“Agreed,” Brad chimed. “I’m going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience.”“I’m going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life,” Mindy said. “There could be berries, fruits, roots. We’re going to need as much nutrition as possible if we’re out here a while.” I nodded.“I’m going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven.” I said, eyeing the long gold strands. “Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive.”Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of “For Science!” all together.After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world’s sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia’s cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material.Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy’s nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit.An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard.Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow.“Eat this, Sally,” she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. “It wants me to go in there. What’ll happen?”“Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks.” I pointed. “Our breast juice helps it.” Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony.Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower’s stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect.Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses.Marty’s quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection.Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female.Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We’d each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet’s voice became audible to all of us in that moment.“Drink of their nectar and seed them,” the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad’s lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy’s were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad’s cock would recede when we joined, but they didn’t. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn’t move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn’t do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses.“Oh fuck!” he cried, jolting inside me.“Ah!” I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled.Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad’s dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another’s arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust.Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return.When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other’s tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they’d hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it.I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum.“You’re going to give birth soon,” Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. “We’re going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!”“The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate,” Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad’s human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity.“Not long now!” I panted. “Not long,” Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad’s cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn’t horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby’s head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born.“Oh my God!” he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. “It’s a girl,” he said, wiping startled tears off his face.“We have a boy!” shouted Marty.“Oh my God,” I said, gasping, “we’ve given birth to a new race.”“Thank you,” said the voice. “We’ve been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded.” My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. “You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service.” Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty’s enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They’ve already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don’t know how long we’ll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave.Brad’s cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I’ll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we’re busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can’t stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We’ve been too busy having sex since, we got here.Post script:The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain.Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony?Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise.Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Forward:In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons.If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden?Sally joins an expeditionary team. You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it’s usually pretty rewarding. I’ve helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I’m a naturalist and explorer.But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness?We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind.“Shit!” he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over.“Oh man! Are you hurt?” I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help.“I don’t think it’s injured, I was just really fucking surprised.” He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. “Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?”“What’s the angle like?” Mindy asked. “Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers,”“It’s weird, it’s straight down,” Brad said, “and it’s like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I’m only being squeezed right here at the calf.” He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth.“That is super weird,” I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. “But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie.” Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle.“On my count,” he said. “One, two, three!” we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort.“It’s working!” Brad said happily. “My leg’s coming free.” After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap.“Whew!” I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let’s see.“ Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn’t look twisted, and I saw no swelling."Looks good, Sally,” he told me. “Doesn’t hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I’ll give it a few.”“Good idea,” I nodded. “Let’s all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway.” My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work.“I kinda want to take a look at this hole,” Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. “Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground.”“Yeah, let’s poke around a little,” I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. “If it’s not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt.” Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over.“Wow Brad, you must’ve caught it just right. It’s hardly big enough for a boot your size.”“Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet,” Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. “You know what I mean?” I playfully punched him on the shoulder.“Sure, but you’re not supposed to stick your foot in those holes,” I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight.“Guys, this is really fucking weird,” she said. “There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it’s the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated."Buried cave, maybe?” I hypothesized.“Buried something,” she answered. “I say we open it up.”“Agreed,” I said.“Second,” Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we’d uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much.“Solid theory,” Brad remarked. “What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can’t fill it in.”“We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby.” Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim.“Hello!” I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!“ I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep,” I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: “Did somebody call me?”“No,” Marty said. “We were all waiting for you.” I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows.“Let’s make the sign,” Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I’d brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere.“Uh, guys?” I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I’d ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there,Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition.The portal“Oh shit,” I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. “Hang on!” I giggled. “We’re going for a ride!” The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark.We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree.“Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?” The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn’t restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth.“Sally!” he gasped, steeling himself against his body’s invader. “Everyone’s, uh okay, but,” He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. “Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I’m so sorry! I can’t help it!” Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad’s cock.“We can worry about this later,!” I grunted out. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching.“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!” he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more.“Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!” Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn’t shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire.“So, sweet,” he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn’t stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad’s cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I’d ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he’d gotten the same.“I’m going to cum in you, Sally!” he told me with a tinge of regret.“I’m going to cum too, Brad! It’s ok, this isn’t us!” He wrapped me in his arms. “We’re being used, It’s not your fault.” I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him.“No!” he groaned. “I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn’t have wanted it this way!”“I know! Me too, it’s ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!” I screamed. “Please, please cum in me!” My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant’s strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on.The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other’s arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us.It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid.“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm.“What, the hell, Did we fall into?” Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively.“I don’t know,” Brad answered.“Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?” I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world.“Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?” Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in.“Don’t flip out yet, any of you,” I said, holding up a hand. “We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?” I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. “When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first,” recollection hit them of the moment, “And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here.”“I heard the same fucking thing!” Mindy said. “I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said ‘paradise’ was down here.” I gasped.“I heard that too!”“I didn’t hear anything besides our screaming,” Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty.“Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn’t otherwise feel anything different.”“It made me feel drunk, and, horny.” I blushed. Stupidly, really.“Yeah,” Mindy said. “Me too,” she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions.“Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own.”“If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn’t it try and lure us too?” asked Marty.“Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource.” Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. “You wouldn’t have let us disappear down that hole without trying something.”“No, we wouldn’t have.” Brad said. “Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?”“Well, I can’t see where we came in here from, can any of you?” They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads.“Fuck,” Marty said.“I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends,” I said. “Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God.” I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up.“Oh my God,” Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. “We’ll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been.”“We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist,” Brad continued. “Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere.”“Wardrobe,” I corrected. Brad laughed.“Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot.”“Alright seriously though,” Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. “If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we’ve got to deal with that.”“Yeah, and we’ve gotta survive,” I said.“We need to find shelter and resources,” Mindy added.“Precisely. Alright team, we can do this.” I put my hand palm down in front of them. “Pile on.” They added their hands to the stack. “What happened back there we can talk about. We’ll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let’s spread out and begin observing.” Everyone nodded.“I’m going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter,” Marty said. “I’ll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here.”“Agreed,” Brad chimed. “I’m going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience.”“I’m going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life,” Mindy said. “There could be berries, fruits, roots. We’re going to need as much nutrition as possible if we’re out here a while.” I nodded.“I’m going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven.” I said, eyeing the long gold strands. “Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive.”Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of “For Science!” all together.After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world’s sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia’s cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material.Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy’s nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit.An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard.Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow.“Eat this, Sally,” she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. “It wants me to go in there. What’ll happen?”“Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks.” I pointed. “Our breast juice helps it.” Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony.Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower’s stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect.Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses.Marty’s quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection.Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female.Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We’d each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet’s voice became audible to all of us in that moment.“Drink of their nectar and seed them,” the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad’s lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy’s were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad’s cock would recede when we joined, but they didn’t. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn’t move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn’t do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses.“Oh fuck!” he cried, jolting inside me.“Ah!” I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled.Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad’s dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another’s arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust.Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return.When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other’s tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they’d hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it.I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum.“You’re going to give birth soon,” Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. “We’re going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!”“The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate,” Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad’s human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity.“Not long now!” I panted. “Not long,” Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad’s cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn’t horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby’s head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born.“Oh my God!” he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. “It’s a girl,” he said, wiping startled tears off his face.“We have a boy!” shouted Marty.“Oh my God,” I said, gasping, “we’ve given birth to a new race.”“Thank you,” said the voice. “We’ve been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded.” My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. “You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service.” Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty’s enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They’ve already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don’t know how long we’ll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave.Brad’s cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I’ll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we’re busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can’t stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We’ve been too busy having sex since, we got here.Post script:The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain.Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony?Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

Four scientists find their mission led astray, by paradise. Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Forward: In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we've now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons. If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden? [[MORE]] Sally joins an expeditionary team.  You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it's usually pretty rewarding. I've helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I'm a naturalist and explorer. But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness? We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind. "Shit!" he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over. "Oh man! Are you hurt?" I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help. "I don't think it's injured, I was just really fucking surprised." He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. "Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?" "What's the angle like?" Mindy asked. "Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers," "It's weird, it's straight down," Brad said, "and it's like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I'm only being squeezed right here at the calf." He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth. "That is super weird," I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. "But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie." Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle. "On my count," he said. "One, two, three!" we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort. "It's working!" Brad said happily. "My leg's coming free." After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap. "Whew!" I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let's see." Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn't look twisted, and I saw no swelling. "Looks good, Sally," he told me. "Doesn't hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I'll give it a few." "Good idea," I nodded. "Let's all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway." My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work. "I kinda want to take a look at this hole," Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. "Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground." "Yeah, let's poke around a little," I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. "If it's not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt." Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over. "Wow Brad, you must've caught it just right. It's hardly big enough for a boot your size." "Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet," Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. "You know what I mean?" I playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Sure, but you're not supposed to stick your foot in those holes," I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight. "Guys, this is really fucking weird," she said. "There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it's the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated. "Buried cave, maybe?" I hypothesized. "Buried something," she answered. "I say we open it up." "Agreed," I said. "Second," Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we'd uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much. "Solid theory," Brad remarked. "What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can't fill it in." "We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby." Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim. "Hello!" I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!" I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep," I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: "Did somebody call me?" "No," Marty said. "We were all waiting for you." I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows. "Let's make the sign," Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I'd brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere. "Uh, guys?" I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I'd ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there, Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition. The portal "Oh shit," I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. "Hang on!" I giggled. "We're going for a ride!" The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark. We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn't know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree. "Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?" The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn't restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth. "Sally!" he gasped, steeling himself against his body's invader. "Everyone's, uh okay, but," He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. "Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I'm so sorry! I can't help it!" Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad's cock. "We can worry about this later,!" I grunted out. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!" he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more. "Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!" Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn't shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire. "So, sweet," he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn't stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad's cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I'd ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he'd gotten the same. "I'm going to cum in you, Sally!" he told me with a tinge of regret. "I'm going to cum too, Brad! It's ok, this isn't us!" He wrapped me in his arms. "We're being used, It's not your fault." I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him. "No!" he groaned. "I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn't have wanted it this way!" "I know! Me too, it's ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!" I screamed. "Please, please cum in me!" My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant's strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on. The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other's arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us. It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm. "What, the hell, Did we fall into?" Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively. "I don't know," Brad answered. "Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?" I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world. "Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?" Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in. "Don't flip out yet, any of you," I said, holding up a hand. "We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?" I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. "When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first," recollection hit them of the moment, "And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here." "I heard the same fucking thing!" Mindy said. "I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said 'paradise' was down here." I gasped. "I heard that too!" "I didn't hear anything besides our screaming," Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty. "Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn't otherwise feel anything different." "It made me feel drunk, and, horny." I blushed. Stupidly, really. "Yeah," Mindy said. "Me too," she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions. "Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own." "If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn't it try and lure us too?" asked Marty. "Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource." Mindy added on, suddenly holding her belly. "You wouldn't have let us disappear down that hole without trying something." "No, we wouldn't have." Brad said. "Alright, the million-dollar question now is what do we do?" "Well, I can't see where we came in here from, can any of you?" They all looked, and once each of them had surveyed the landscape to their satisfaction, they shook their heads. "Fuck," Marty said. "I postulate that we have discovered a pocket dimension or a passage through space-time, friends," I said. "Which means that if we get back, We're going to have more money than God." I grinned, trying to break the tension and get a laugh. It worked, and my team cracked up. "Oh my God," Mindy started, wiping away a few tears from laughing so hard. "We'll be the most famous fucking science team that has ever been." "We went searching for monkeys and ended up proving parallel universes exist," Brad continued. "Or at least that Narnia might really be in a closet somewhere." "Wardrobe," I corrected. Brad laughed. "Oh forgive me, Sir Reads-a-lot." "Alright seriously though," Marty said, once the mood had relaxed. "If Mindy and Sally really are pregnant, we've got to deal with that." "Yeah, and we've gotta survive," I said. "We need to find shelter and resources," Mindy added. "Precisely. Alright team, we can do this." I put my hand palm down in front of them. "Pile on." They added their hands to the stack. "What happened back there we can talk about. We'll talk about how we want to move forward, with these potential babies, and this world. Right now, we focus on food, water, shelter, warmth. Let's spread out and begin observing." Everyone nodded. "I'm going to scout the area for potential camping ground or natural shelter," Marty said. "I'll also take note of building resources. I think we should remain as close as we can here just because our passage back is likely accessible here." "Agreed," Brad chimed. "I'm going to search for fresh water resources and examine these flowers. I want to see if the other plants demonstrate any more signs of sentience." "I'm going to start looking for edible plants and signs of animal life," Mindy said. "There could be berries, fruits, roots. We're going to need as much nutrition as possible if we're out here a while." I nodded. "I'm going to see if those grasses can be harvested and woven." I said, eyeing the long gold strands. "Clothing and blankets for exposure and warmth, baskets, hammocks maybe, hats, water skins- I might be able to make anything we need to survive." Then, I did something corny, harkening back to our undergrad college biology club days. Our competitive chant seemed the thing to do. All of us nodded, pumped our hands together and raised them with a shout of "For Science!" all together. After we split apart to our chosen tasks, I headed right for the golden grasses. They were silky but strong, like the husk on fresh corn, without the little fibers on the inside. As I ran my fingers up the stalks, moving forward, I felt and saw them bend to accommodate my body. They allowed me to pass without me having to bend or cut them. Well, there was at least some evidence of the world's sentience. Perhaps cognizance had evolved in the plants of this world, and not the animal life. As I wandered through the stalks, they caressed my body like tiny hands, and I began to notice how direct the touches were. I stopped walking. Immediately the grasses all around me wrapped my body all over and began stroking every one of my curves. I moaned aloud as the tendrils rubbed my incredibly sensitive nipples and wrapped my breasts. They began to squeeze the heft of each tit and tug on my nipples, almost like they were milking me. I felt stalks wind up my legs and find my labia's cleft. I was already gushing juice from my slit, and they dove into it- four, five, six stalks writhing inside me all at once, squirming and pleasuring my g-spot and my tender cervix. My nipples started gushing clear, sweet-smelling liquid like rain all over the stalks. I cried out in delight as I was rubbed on my clit too, the grasses keeping me pleasured so that I kept producing nectar for them to soak up. As they did, they ripened before my eyes, turning from bright gold to bronze, and they shook off the outer coat, leaving behind a silky strip I could harvest for raw materials. The plants milked me and fucked me to multiple orgasms, shedding piles of their golden husks and turning rich bronze, getting taller and thicker. Soon a whole little patch of bronze was all around me, and I was both thirsty and exhausted, my arms full of weaving material. Not too far off, Mindy was wandering in a brushier part of the landscape, searching for root plants and berries, or fruit-bearing trees. She was getting hungry and thirsty, her belly becoming more of a burden. Sally had to be right. They were pregnant with something. Mindy's nose detected a sweet aroma and she followed it. A cluster of trees, small, lemon-yellow in bark and emerald green in foliage, were growing just upwind. Their branches were low enough to reach, and she saw a number of fist-sized fruits growing there. Only one way to know if they were edible. She examined the colors of the fruits, and looked for evidence of fallen ones. It seemed as though they started green, like the leaves, and soon turned an orange yellow to indicate ripeness. For starters, Mindy picked up a recently fallen ripened fruit and sniffed it, touched it. It emanated a tangy-sweet aroma and was about the feel and size of a peach. Her Mouth watering, she bit into the fruit. An explosion of delectable flavors coated her tongue. Tangy, tart and sweet, with firm, smooth flesh and thick juice, the fruit was absolutely delicious, and calmed her belly immediately. She felt refreshed and strengthened by it as well, and devoured the whole piece down to the stone inside. Mindy began loading her arms full and took the fruit with her back to the central area. Along the way she felt her cunt getting warm. Just like when the plant had ensnared and injected her before, she was becoming incredibly horny. Mindy found me as I stumbled out of the grasses, arms full of plant material and panting hard. Give her fruit, a voice whispered. Then go into the grasses. The voice startled Mindy but she knew there was nothing to fear, somehow. "Eat this, Sally," she said, bending to offer me one of the fruits. Parched, I grabbed it and took a bite. It immediately refreshed me, and I moaned at the flavor. It was incredible. "It wants me to go in there. What'll happen?" "Well for me, like ten orgasms. I helped ripen it somehow, and it shed these stalks." I pointed. "Our breast juice helps it." Mindy shrugged, and stepped into the grasses. They took my friend down the road to pleasure, and as soon as I began feeling the effects of the fruit, I understood why. The grasses reached out and dragged me back in. Our screams of pleasure began rising in harmony. Oblivious to the women, Brad was bent over several flowers in the field, absorbed by the wondrous nature of them, their colors, complex perfumes and variegated shapes. He was looking for a fresh water resource, like a stream or a pond, but what he was discovering was even more astounding. Some of the flowers held a reserve of water or nectar inside bulbous lower chambers. But how could he access it without damaging the plant? Carefully, he probed the opening with his fingers. It was large enough to slip something like a straw in there, if he could make one. But as he examined, he brushed the flower's stamen, releasing some pollen, which he breathed in. The flower then gave up the entire cup-like lower petal, thick as a cabbage leaf and full of liquid, right into his hand. The pollen had a curious effect on him. Immediately his cock thickened and surged rigidly erect. Go to the grasses and pollinate your female again, a voice out of his mind told him. The environment here will see to all your needs. Go. Compelled and horny, Brad took the petal-cup with him and sprinted back to where the girls were being pleasured and harvested by the golden grasses. Marty's quest through the tall trees and forest-like area had proven rich with sticks and limbs, foliage, mud, and other such raw building materials. He was busily gathering them into a pile when he came upon a tangle of small green plants growing at the base of one of the cinnamon red giant trees. They resembled basil and gave off an herbal scent. Curious, Marty leaned down and plucked a leaf. He brought it to his nose, and it smelled pleasant, minty and fragrant. Deciding it was better to try and document any possible edible greenery, he popped the leaf in his mouth and chewed. It was like spiced mint, enjoyable and unusual. Chewing, Marty went to return to his work, but was quickly blindsided by a ferocious erection. Go to the grasses, the voice told him too. Go pollinate your female. Confused, all four of us were soon converged. The men found us bound by bronze and gold grasses, our tits being milked and our cunts kept in a state of perpetual orgasm. We'd each eaten three of the stone fruits Mindy had found, and our bodies were producing insane amounts of nectar from our breasts. The planet's voice became audible to all of us in that moment. "Drink of their nectar and seed them," the voice said, directing the men. The grasses began looping their engorged and enormous cocks. The men were pulled forward, compelled by sexual desire so fierce it could not be denied, like we were. Brad's lips fell to one of my breasts first, and he began suckling. My cunt and Mindy's were held open by the grasses. Marty descended on Mindy. I would have thought the grasses filling me and wrapping Brad's cock would recede when we joined, but they didn't. Instead I was filled with the mass of flesh and plant, my cunt so full I couldn't move. I stretched easily to accommodate the girth of everything inside me, and it felt so good I couldn't do much more than yelp as I received it. The grasses bound Brad at the base of his cock and squeezed, trapping blood in his erection, making him fiercely hard, prolonging his orgasm. They also wrapped his balls and added stimulation there. Finally we both felt the tendrils fill our asses. "Oh fuck!" he cried, jolting inside me. "Ah!" I screamed. Brad started thrusting, but it was half him and half the plants, spurring him deep. Mindy and Marty were right next to us, undergoing the same. She and I grasped each other's fingers together as we each got fucked and filled. Once the orgasms started, they never stopped. My body kept cumming, over and over again on Brad's dick as he grunted and desperately sought orgasm in my overheated cunt. Adding more aphrodisiac juices to each of us as our bodies were used, the plants finally allowed the men to come, and Brad filled me with I think, a literal gallon of cum. As he did, both my tits and belly swelled even larger, and now we were very obviously pregnant. I ached, and my belly was full and round in my arms. The sight of us like that, Did something to the guys. Without speaking, both of them broke away, as if possessed, and ran off. The grasses moved Mindy and me toward each other, and though they had released the men, we were still trapped, and still being pleasured. We squealed in one another's arms. We even pressed our lips together as we were both used, our tits and bellies rubbing on each other, and we made out fiercely. Mindy and I were lost in a haze of pure lust. Brad and Marty, meanwhile, had run on instinct back to the flower patch and taken more of the pollen that triggered the voice for Brad. They each took pollen on their tongues and felt their pricks swell again. The flowers gave up their nectar cups and they drank. It refreshed both their parched throats and readied them to return. When they did, they found us tangling our tongues and stroking each other's tits, our legs still splayed open for them. The boys each grabbed another fruit and came toward us. Marty took me this time, and Brad took Mindy. They plunged their cocks inside without asking, without a word, and began fucking us hard. Pulling our mouths apart, Mindy and I moaned. Each man bent down to make us eat the fruit they bore, even as they rode us so hard I was afraid they'd hurt our babies. But it felt so good I forgot to worry. It was just an oblivion of pleasure and I fell into it. I lost count of how many times the men fucked us, switching between pussies and impregnating us bigger and bigger with every load of cum. "You're going to give birth soon," Brad said, as he helplessly fucked the absolutely hell out of my cunt. "We're going to be giving you sperm until you both give birth!" "The voice keeps telling us, to pollinate," Marty choked. Every load had made my tits and belly bigger. I felt the child in my womb now, and I heard it. It was made of my and Brad's human genetics, and enhanced by the sentience of the plants. It would be a new evolution of humanity. "Not long now!" I panted. "Not long," Brad fucked another load of molten cum into my cunt, and I shrieked as another orgasm tore through me. As it did, my womb opened up, Brad's cock slipped out of me, and my child fell into my birth canal. The birth itself wasn't horribly painful, as the whole escapade had prepared my cunt to stretch much wider than before, but it did feel weird. My baby's head, followed by the rest of her, slid into my vaginal canal, and the remnants of my orgasmic contractions pushed her out of my hole. "Oh fuck!" I cried. Mindy next to me screamed as she too felt life coming out of her body. Brad was right between my legs to catch our daughter as she was born. "Oh my God!" he cried. Our child was attached to me inside, not by an umbilical cord, but a vine, and though human in shape and features, her hair was leafy and her skin had the sheen of silvery bark. "It's a girl," he said, wiping startled tears off his face. "We have a boy!" shouted Marty. "Oh my God," I said, gasping, "we've given birth to a new race." "Thank you," said the voice. "We've been waiting for a species like yours to help us evolve. Now we can begin the Dryad race. Your sacrifices will not be unrewarded." My body was sweaty, and I was exhausted, but I raised my beautiful new daughter to my swollen tits and she latched on to drink. The world compelled Brad and Marty to run off again for more of its special sustenance. We were left to expel the afterbirths of our children alone, at least until the voice spoke to us alone. "You will be used to birth our children many times, but your bodies will experience pleasure unlike any you could ever dream, and you will never want for anything. We thank you for your service." Our babes suckled, cooing and growing at an alarming rate, and when our mates returned with more fruit and nectar we were soon seeded by them again. Brad and Marty's enhanced cocks proved insatiable, and our cunts proved endlessly fertile. Mindy and I have already gestated and given birth at least once a day, and our eldest children already are like seven years old instead of seven days. They've already started making the world their own while we are giving them siblings. I don't know how long we'll be here, fucking and being pregnant with our dryad children, but it feels so incredible we may never want to leave. Brad's cock was inside me even as I wrote this, cumming huge amounts and making my belly swell. I'll be giving birth again soon, to my eighth child. While we're busy making more, the plants around us show the kids their world and take care of them in the way I guess only sentient plant parents can. We, the humans, can't stop fucking! The youngest babies drink my nectar while more babies are gestating in me, every day. I never ended up making any clothes. We've been too busy having sex since, we got here. Post script: The foliage of this place seems to retain dominion over our team, unlike Adam & Eve's dominion over that first ‘Garden of Eden'. Life in this world seems preoccupied with procreation and pleasure; less so on curiosity and learning. The vines did not tolerate non-compliance in this domain. Has mankind been here before? Is the transporting vine actually a ‘Tree of Life'?  Were we the first human-like race? Will the Dryads ever be transported back to our world? Will Dryads and humans live in harmony? Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente for Literotica

During 21 Days Of Prayer, we will release a guided prayer meditation each morning. Set aside a few minutes every day to cultivate the discipline of prayer with us!

Reading Psalm 63:1 and to see what The Holy Spirit revealed was nothing short of amazing. Listen in to find out what Teresa Ann wants to share with you.For more information about Triumphant Victorious Reminders, go to:Linktr.ee/TriumphantVictorious_Reminders

On a recent vacation, my wife and I had the opportunity to travel to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The house where we stayed was on the beach. From the balcony, we looked out at what seemed to be an endless supply of beautiful blue ocean water. But as beautiful as it was, I knew that a drink of this vast supply of salty water would not refresh me; it will only make me thirstier. I wanted water that was fresh, cool, and clean. In John chapter 7, Jesus' disciples went to Judea for the Jewish Festival of Tabernacles (vv. 2–3). Jesus went in secret, partway through the festival, because the Jewish leaders were pursuing Him, seeking to kill Him (vv. 1, 8). In John 7:37, Jesus spoke to the crowd on the last and greatest day of the Feast of Tabernacles. The practice of the week required the priests to walk from the pool of Siloam and pour out water at the base of the altar at the Temple. On the seventh day there was a special ceremony. It is possible that Jesus used this event to reinforce the meaning of His words to the crowd: “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink” (v. 37). Think about it. Parched and thirsty pilgrims could be refreshed only by the water that Jesus offered. Not only would the person who drank the water that Jesus offered be refreshed, but more than that, as Jesus added, “Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him” (v. 38). >> When we believe in Jesus we can be refreshed. But it also means that we can be a refreshment to others. It can happen because the Giver of refreshment and the source of refreshment is God. When you place your faith in Jesus Christ, you receive the Holy Spirit Who provides us with all that we need to flourish and refresh others in our spiritually parched world.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Amazon rainforest is in peril. After several decades of deforestation, the massive forest - home to millions of animal and insect species, trees and people - is now facing another critical challenge. Learn More: https://viewpointsradio.org/viewpoints-explained-a-parched-landscape-why-the-amazon-rainforest-is-facing-an-uncertain-future Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

#PacificWatch: Sixty thousand disappointed and parched Ed Sheeran fans; delighted Lady Gaga fans. Vegas hopping. Jeff Bliss https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/ed-sheeran-postpones-las-vegas-show-technical-issues-1234821714/:  Photo: 1877 Puck, first issue

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Pastor Darrell Jones breaks down Isaiah 44:3 this morning. For I will pour water on him who is thirsty,And floods on the dry ground;I will pour My Spirit on your descendants,And My blessing on your offspringIsaiah 44:3 (NKJV)

Travel with our “Parched'' podcast team to the end of the Colorado River, where the ecosystem and the cultures that have long depended on it are in jeopardy – and people are working on solutions. Then, what will happen to Colorado's deer and elk herds when wolves come back to the state?

Travel with our “Parched'' podcast team to the end of the Colorado River, where the ecosystem and the cultures that have long depended on it are in jeopardy – and people are working on solutions. Then, what will happen to Colorado's deer and elk herds when wolves come back to the state?

If Colorado's weather this summer has left you bewildered, you're not alone. Denver7 Chief Meteorologist Mike Nelson is back for our regular conversation about climate and weather, discussing two phenomena that occurred this week. Also, In the latest episode of CPR's "Parched," meet an Indigenous farm manager who's setting an example by growing food with much less water.

If Colorado's weather this summer has left you bewildered, you're not alone. Denver7 Chief Meteorologist Mike Nelson is back for our regular conversation about climate and weather, discussing two phenomena that occurred this week. Also, In the latest episode of CPR's "Parched," meet an Indigenous farm manager who's setting an example by growing food with much less water.

Across the U.S.-Mexico border, the Colorado River once flowed freely into the ocean. When the freshwater and saltwater met, it created an explosion of life in the desert. But most of that lushness dried up when people used up the river. We meet people who have worked for decades to restore parts of the delta's lost wetlands. They created a historic agreement between the two countries that designates some river water for the environment. That means that sometimes, this dry delta flows with water again, and occasionally, the river meets the ocean. The final installment in our 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visit cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Michael Elizabeth Sakas Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Emily Williams Additional Production: Erin Jones and Rachel Estabrook In-Country Interpreter: Jesús Galaz Tape Translator: Carlos Aguilar Voiceovers: Jean Inaba and Jessie Jacobs Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Rachel Estabrook, Chuck Murphy, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas, Rebekah Romberg Thanks also to Kevin Beaty, Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Shawn Lucero, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

Farmers and ranchers use about 80% of the water tapped from the Colorado River. So what if the government paid them to keep their water in the river instead? "Parched" explores that idea. Then, we answer a Colorado Wonders question about wildflowers. And a sport in southern Colorado that hearkens back to the Middle Ages.

Crops like alfalfa that feed cows are the biggest user of the Colorado River, to satisfy our cravings for nachos and burgers. Cutting back on farms' water use is the biggest way we can live in a drier West. One Indigenous farm manager is trying to do it — to grow food with much less water. His story reveals how to get other farms to be more efficient, too, in part by changing what and how they grow. Part 9 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visit cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Michael Elizabeth Sakas Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Emily Williams Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Rachel Estabrook, Chuck Murphy, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

If we turned off every tap in every city in the southwest, we still wouldn't solve the Colorado River crisis. That's because 80 percent of the water goes to agriculture — to the lettuce and melons in your produce section, the half-and-half you put in your coffee every morning. Those farmers have some of the preeminent rights to the river. So what if the government paid them to keep their water in the river instead? Part 8 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visit cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Michael Elizabeth Sakas Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Emily Williams Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Alison Borden, Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Rachel Estabrook, Luis Antonio Perez, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

We might be checking out Dairy Queen's test kitchen and we have ideas – some more popular than others. Alexis was parched at the grocery story; what happened with she finally quenched that thirst? What about opening a drink in the grocery store before you buy it? Taylor Swift and Matty Healy are done. TSwift tickets reselling for big bucks!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What we pay for water doesn't reflect how scarce it is with climate change. Could cities get people to use less water by charging more for it? Decades ago, Tucson did this, and it worked. But the political consequences may have scared off other cities. Now, in an increasingly dire situation along the Colorado River, what if a bunch of cities priced water differently, to change our behavior? Part 7 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visited cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Rachel Estabrook Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Rebekah Romberg Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Alison Borden, Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Luis Antonio Perez, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

Americans flush toilets with water that's good enough to drink. We could cut how much water cities need if we reused that water, or flushed without sapping our fresh mountain supplies. From at-home solutions to citywide scale, wastewater reuse and recycling are gaining momentum, and could be on the verge of a breakthrough.  Part 6 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visited cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Rachel Estabrook Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Rebekah Romberg Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Alison Borden, Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Luis Antonio Perez, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

Across the country, headlines this week touted a "deal" to save the Colorado River. In this bonus episode, we'll break it down: What you need to know, and what it means for the solutions we're exploring on Parched. Come back next week for our regular storytelling about people and places along the river. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas with Ryan Warner Written by Rachel Estabrook Editors: Erin Jones and Joe Wertz Production and mixing: Rebekah Romberg Theme song by Kibwe Cooper Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Special thanks to Ryan Warner. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

The Colorado River has more dams on it than any other river in the United States. They were built to harness water high in the mountains and across the arid desert so people could build cities, industries and farms. But the visionaries of the past didn't account for the kind of population growth the southwest has experienced, and they didn't make a plan for what to do if there wasn't enough water to go around. Now, as the region suffers through a second decade of a mega drought, residents are scrambling to find solutions that will preserve their way of life. Today on The Sunday Story from Up First, we head to Las Vegas, where water conservation has a new starring role. This episode comes from a new podcast from Colorado Public Radio and reporter Michael Elizabeth Sakas. It's called Parched.

Most people in the West live in cities, and cities can do a lot to change how they use water. We head deep into the glittery, neon heart of Las Vegas. There, under the Bellagio Fountain, we learn that this city of excess is a world leader in water conservation. What is Vegas doing, and how might people who live in other Colorado River cities follow its lead? Part 5 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visited cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Michael Elizabeth Sakas Editors: Erin Jones, Joe Wertz Production and Mixing: Emily Williams Additional Production and Editing: Rachel Estabrook Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Alison Borden, Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Luis Antonio Perez, Andrew Villegas Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

While the taps are running dry and reservoirs are disappearing in Arizona, a corporate farm from Saudi Arabia is pumping massive amounts of groundwater to grow alfalfa  for cows back in the Middle East. Now, after years of inaction, Arizonans are pointing the finger at what they see  as a foreign invader slurping up the last gulps of a diminishing water supply.But the truth is more complicated. In this episode, we dig deep into the history of Arizona's water crisis and uncover a tale of dates, camels and dairy cows, and try to find out who's really to blame for the West's water crisis.Featuring: Natalie Koch. SUPPORTOutside/In is made possible with listener support. Click here to become a sustaining member of Outside/In. Subscribe to our FREE newsletter.Follow Outside/In on Instagram or Twitter, or join our private discussion group on FacebookIf you've got a question for the Outside/Inbox hotline, give us a call! We're always looking for rabbit holes to dive down into. Leave us a voicemail at: 1-844-GO-OTTER (844-466-8837), or email us at outsidein@nhpr.org. LINKSRead Arid Empire: The Entangled Fates of Arizona and Arabia, by Natalie Koch.Listen to the six-part podcast series Thirst Gap: Learning to live with less on the Colorado River, by KUNC.Listen to Parched, a podcast about people who rely on the river that shaped the West, and have ideas to save it, by Colorado Public Radio. CREDITSHost: Nate HegyiProduced by Felix Poon and Nate HegyiMixed by Felix PoonEdited by Taylor QuimbyRebecca Lavoie is our Executive ProducerMusic for this episode by Blue Dot Sessions.Our theme music is by Breakmaster Cylinder.Outside/In is a production of New Hampshire Public Radio.

On the beach in Southern California, it's easy to look at the Pacific Ocean and wonder what would happen if we could drink it. It's already happening in some places, and others from Arizona to the California coast want to expand desalination. If big cities there use more of the ocean and less of the Colorado River, would that leave more water for the southwest? Part 4 of a 10-part series. For more CPR News coverage of the Colorado River, visited cpr.org/parched. Host: Michael Elizabeth Sakas Written by Michael Elizabeth Sakas and Joe Wertz Editors: Rachel Estabrook, Erin Jones Production and Mixing: Rebekah Romberg Additional Production: Emily Williams Theme song by Kibwe Cooper. Additional music via Universal Production Music. Artwork: Maria Juliana Pinzón Executive Producers: Kevin Dale, Brad Turner Additional Editorial Support: Alison Borden, Kibwe Cooper, Jo Erickson, Luis Antonio Perez, Taylar Dawn Stagner, Andrew Villegas, Emily Williams Thanks also to Sarah Bures, Hart Van Denburg, Jodi Gersh, Kim Nguyen, Clara Shelton, Arielle Wilson. Parched is a production of the Climate Solutions team of CPR News and Colorado Public Radio's Audio Innovations Studio — part of the NPR Network.

John welcomes back Senior Vice President, and Executive Editor of Rewire News Group - Jessica Mason Pieklo. She's an award-winning legal journalist and analyst with a decade of experience covering reproductive rights and justice issues. Also joining him - Senior Multiplatform Reporter for Rewire News Group - Garnet Henderson. She's the host and Producer of ACCESS: A podcast about abortion. They discuss the Supreme Court, the changing reproductive laws in many states, and other issues surrounding abortion. Then John interviews Climate and Environment Reporter Michael Elizabeth Sakas. She's the host of "PARCHED" a Colorado River podcast focused on solutions from Colorado Public Radio. They talk about the river's possible solutions to the many problems involving climate change and water rights in this new environment. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.