One With Nature

I still can't believe what happened to me this morning. As a scientist it makes no sense whatsoever, and yet there is no denying it. I have been trying for hours to figure it out, but I still haven't come up with a logical explanation.

I shake my head again, sigh deeply and walk over to where the others are already sitting around the table, digging into their lunches. It's important to eat properly out here in the jungle. The days are long and tough and we need our sustenance. Mark, the only male in our group of four, is at the head of the table, with Jenny and Monica on either side of him.

'Hi Prof!' exclaims Mark as he briefly looks up from his plate of chicken, rice and fresh vegetables and fruits.

I hate it when people call me that, even though I am a professor. I feel (and look, at only 35 years old) way too young to be called that, but I guess it's a respect thing for my younger colleagues. I pull out a chair next to Jenny and sit down.

'Hi everyone,' I say, trying not to think about what happened earlier. 'This looks delicious!'

I dig in, not really tasting the spicy rice and butter-soft chicken, my mind still spinning. I wonder if they can sense something's off, I think as I eat.

I went searching for interesting plant specimens in my quadrant this morning like I have been doing for the past 8 days in this remote patch of Bolivian rainforest. We are all affiliated to Dubridge University in Boston and my department received a sizeable private grant from a biotech company to search for undiscovered species down here in the thick South American Amazon.

I am head of the department of Anthrobotany & Director of the Center for Ethnobotanical Studies (fancy title I know) at Dubridge. I handpicked my three assistants who were all very keen to join me on this once-in-lifetime trip. I used some old contacts and our trip was set up in less than a month.

We've been here for over a week and we are all getting along well so far. We have excellent local support, not only in terms of transport and communication, but also a very capable chef and two other helpers that assist in cutting down vegetation when needed and also carry around some of our heavy equipment.

Despite some challenges with bugs (huge, flying, monstrous things that come out at night) and heat (it easily reaches 110 degrees with 85% humidity during the day) we have been finding new plant species at a rate of about one every two days. It's an exciting project that we might even gain international recognition for. However, this morning I hit the jackpot, and I haven't even told anyone yet!

I was in the southeast corner of my designated area, trudging through thick undergrowth, when I saw a plant under a clump of rubber trees. It looked like it certainly belonged here in the Bolivian jungle, yet seemed somehow strangely unfamiliar. My mind went through all the possibilities of what it could be as I walked closer, but I couldn't come up with anything immediately.

I walked closer, wiped the sweat from my brow, tucked a strand of blond hair behind my ear and carefully looked at all the different components of the plant.

At first glance it looked like a species that could belong to the Encephalartos genus of cycads of Africa, as it had the same bulbous root and palm-like leaves, but that was obviously not possible here in the Pando region of Bolivia. The root looked comparatively thinner and the leaves were broader and thicker anyway. On top of that, the central part of each palm-like leaf ended in a structure that can only be described as phallic!

I couldn't figure out if the penis-like structures were fruits, bulbs or pods of some sort, but they undoubtedly looked like... well, cocks! On a tree! Some of these protrusions were as thick as my thumb and about 3 inches long, but some were more than 10 inches long and at least as thick as my forearm. Whereas the rest of the plant was an emerald green, these ten or so penises were a fleshy pink colour, much like my own skin.

The next species I considered was something in the Dioscorea family of yams, but that was also impossible as that one is a much larger tree, and it's native to Asia, even though this species had the same phallic structures. I was stumped. How utterly bizarre, a penis tree!

I stepped closer to the plant and took out my small Nikon mirrorless camera to take good quality photos and tag the plant's geolocation. After getting some good shots of all the plant's components I put my camera away and out of pure curiosity gently touched one of the penis-like structures with the tip of my index finger.

It was solid-feeling and completely smooth, with no barbs or hairy protrusions like so many of the Amazonian species I know well. That is when it started...

The first thing that hit me was the smell. Like warm ginger with something darker and sweeter lingering in the background. It definitely wasn't there when I stepped closer to the plant, it only started when I touched the thing that looked like a cock.

It was an intoxicating scent. I reflexively closed my eyes and breathed in deeply through my nose. Suddenly a warm thrum started deep in my belly and started spreading across my body. My eyes shot open and for a moment I was scared. Oh shit! What if this strange plant protects itself by exuding a toxic or poisonous substance!? What have I done!?

The fear soon subsided however, and was replaced by a pleasant glow spreading all over me. I felt my nipples harden and my clit started throbbing like a bass drum. What the hell?

I could feel my pussy becoming heavy with arousal. My legs parted on their own and I moaned from deep within my throat. What is happening? I was instantly, insanely horny. This was purely primal, I had no control over my mind or body!

I looked at the penis-like structure under my fingertip and realized with shock it had physically changed in a matter of seconds. It was a much deeper purplish colour and the skin had developed a slightly raised, scale-like consistency. It looked like the thing was pulsating, swelling slightly and then subsiding, then swelling again. Beads of clear liquid appeared at the tip of the phallus and slid lazily down the shaft. What the fuck?

My scientific brain said it was not possible, but there was no denying what my eyes were witnessing. And what my body was experiencing. I was convinced it was some form of self-defense on the plant's part, protecting itself by releasing a mind-altering substance into the air when touched or disturbed. It was the only thing that made any sense to my muddled, aroused brain.

I should have been doing professor-like things, cataloguing and measuring the various components of the plant, but instead I felt somehow compelled to touch the liquid that was trickling down the plant's big cock with my finger. I was too horny to think about scientific things at this point.

I wantonly put my finger in my mouth, sucking the liquid off like it was honey. It was slick and slightly sweet, and caused my nipples to ache and my clit to pulse even more. Despite the coolish breeze this morning I was sweating and my breathing was fast and shallow. I was so horny!

Without thinking I moved my hand into my shirt and felt my firm breasts. I thumbed a nipple. It was rock hard and sensitive and felt twice its normal size.

I moved my other hand to my pants, undid a button, pulled the zipper down and slid my hand inside. I was shockingly wet, my thin cotton panties slick with hot juices. I glanced at the plant and was amazed to see that the penises were somehow pulsating even more, seemingly in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat! That can't be, I thought, It's impossible!

My hand dove underneath my panties and I started rubbing my slick, swollen clit furiously, up and down and round and round. It felt amazing, incredibly, impossibly sensitive. My entire body was connected to my clit, every movement on it caused my skin to prickle.

I was panting like a dog, with ragged shallow breaths, moaning loudly. I was shocked to find I was actually drooling! I was so fucking horny. I didn't care what I looked like, sitting on the jungle floor with one hand inside my shirt and the other rubbing my clit inside my pants.

Soon, ridiculously soon, I felt a huge orgasm building from deep inside my core. I rubbed even faster and pressed down on my clit harder. I screamed as the white-hot pleasure hit me, radiating in pulsating circles from my pussy all over my body, over and over, shaking me violently.

I trembled all over as I slowly came down from the high, my legs weak and a shiny layer of sweat all over.

I looked at the plant again, still not comprehending what had just happened to me. The penises had stopped pulsating, returned to their pinkish colour and the scales were all gone. What the hell is this thing? I got up on unsteady feet, straightened my disheveled hair and composed myself. I'm a professional! Act like it!

I reached for my field backpack and got my work tools out. I took small samples of the root structure, the leaves and the phallus-like component of the strange plant and carefully placed them in separate plastic tubes. I also decided to clip three of the penises off the plant, choosing three different sizes. I was surprised to find them much heavier than I expected. I carefully placed them in a plastic tub with special preservative gel that I had developed over the years. I closed the tub, put it inside the backpack and slowly started making my way back to camp.

My legs still felt like jelly and my pussy was feeling swollen between my legs, creating delicious friction.

During the walk back I had time to think about what had happened to me. As a world leader in the field, I know that plant-based aphrodisiacs are more folklore than fact, but some modern studies do actually link several species like maca, diamana and fenugreek to libido boosts via hormone modulation and increases in local blood flow.

But what happened to me was completely different. I was instantly horny just by smelling the plant's sap after I touched it! Plus, I had no control over my body! I didn't care about anything on God's green Earth than getting myself off. Also, the plant seemed to change and adapt to my reactions as it was causing its aphrodisiac effect. Very, very weird... But wonderful too!

I made my way back to camp and stored my backpack in my tent. Then I walked over to the others.

Now I'm sitting at the lunch table, still incredulous about this morning's adventure. I giggle as I think of myself crouching in the jungle, masturbating like a sex-crazed zombie without a care in the world.

'What's so funny Jessica?', enquires Jenny.

'Oh nothing,' I cover for myself, 'Just remembering an old dad joke.'

'Please share Prof!' says Mark with a mouth full of chicken.

'It's really not that good,' I say, feeling like an idiot. I need to move the conversation in a different direction, and quickly.

'Anyone found anything interesting this morning?' I ask, scooping a spoonful of fresh mango into my mouth.

'I actually found a new colour of Bolivian Fire Orchid,' says Monica, 'A deep blue one with gold edges. I don't know if it's just a different colour or a different species yet. But it's beautiful.'

'Solid find Monica,' says Jenny, 'That's a nice one. I didn't find anything new but I think I saw an anaconda. Or some other massive snake species.'

'No way Mon!' teases Mark, 'It was probably just a branch that moved in the breeze. Or me walking through the jungle naked.' He stands up and swings his hips provocatively, sticking his tongue out as he does so.

'You should be so lucky! But I know what I saw Mark!' Monica looks away shyly.

I smile at the exchange between the two. There has been some simmering sexual tension between them. Jenny even told me she saw Monica give Mark a blowjob in the showers late one night when they thought everyone was asleep. How naughty!

As the three of them keep playfully bickering while eating, my mind wanders to the container tub in my tent with the three strange plant specimens inside it.

This afternoon it's my turn to stay in camp and catch up with paperwork and documentation for our research. I will have the place to myself for a few hours, and the mere thought that I will be alone with those penises makes me all warm and tingly inside. What is happening to me!?

After lunch we clean our dishes and Jenny makes coffee. One of the perks of working in South America is the quality of coffee. As we sip the delicious brew we chat about what we miss back home. For Jenny it's her gym class, Monica longs for a long bath and Mark misses his fast motorcycle.

I tell them I miss nothing, but secretly I long for a proper break from the university. I worked hard to get where I am in a relatively short time and I gave up lots of holidays, weekends and relationships for Dubridge. If I get back to the States I'm going to go on a beach holiday and find a fuckbuddy, I think to myself.

We retire to our tents for a short siesta, but I can't relax. I lie on my bed and keep looking at the tub in the corner of my tent, wondering what I stumbled on. It's as if the specimens are calling to me, beckoning me to come closer. I decide to get up and take a quick cold shower, even if it's just to distract myself. The icy water feels great on my hot, naked skin.

I dry myself and put on cotton panties, loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt before I sit down to write my day notes on my Mac.

UD Bol Ama Research Project

Jessica Melori, researcher code 9001

Camp Tapir

Day 9

Quadrant 14, southeast from camp

Specimens collected from unknown species #OR 24,25,26,27,28,29 at approx. 10:35 am

Single plant species.

Height approx. 6 feet, width approx. 4 feet

Bulbous root, approx. 1 x 1 x 1 foot, deep brown colour (specimen #OR 24)

Leaves in palm-like config, approx. 3 feet long, emerald green (specimen #OR 25)

Elongated, round protrusions at end of each leaf, from 3 to 12+ in long, 3 to 8 in circumference, pinkish colour (specimen #OR 26)

Volatile compounds detected upon touching protrusions: ginger, musk(?), molasses(?)

Colour changes of protrusions (?change of light conditions)

Three protrusions removed for later analysis. Stored in BioGel.

Specimen #OR 27 is 4 in long, 3 in circumference

Specimen #OR 28 is 7.5 in long and 5 in circumference

Specimen #OR 29 is 10 in long and 6.5 in circumference.

I leave out the unscientific and plain crazy reactions the plant evoked on my mind and body on purpose. It needs a lot of further analysis and at the moment I'm still embarrassed about what happened to me out there this morning.

I might have stumbled onto the holy grail of natural aphrodisiacs here, but I need to be 100% sure before I tell other people about it. During my lie-down I even thought of a name for my cock plant... Phallostigma aphrodisia.

As soon as the others leave for the afternoon session I do a quick sweep of the camp to make sure I am alone. All the helpers have left for their own camp a few hundred yards away, so I have the place to myself. I feel like a naughty teenager that has just discovered masturbation! My stomach clenches with excitement as I enter my tent.

I close the tent zip and move the container tub to the small table with its daylight-balanced, high-CRI examination light. I gently remove the lid and stare at the three specimens. They haven't changed, still smooth and pinkish, just lying there in their protective jelly. I wonder if this morning's episode was all just a dream or happened in my imagination. They look so unremarkable. I decide not to wear gloves as I'm sure the plant parts are quite dead after the hours of separation from their host.

I take out the smallest one and gently let the jelly drip down. It feels like a smallish but well-proportioned cock in my hand! I shake my head. Focus Jessica! I think, as I wipe the remainder of the jelly with a biologically neutral drying wipe.

I move the light to shine it directly on the specimen and put my magnification spectacles on. The epidermis, or outer layer, is uniformly pinkish and smooth like plastic, not waxy or leathery like most plant species in the Amazon. There are no trichomes or cuticles and I can't see any stomata for gas exchange either. There is also no sign of any of the hexagonal scales I'm sure I saw earlier. How very odd...

I look at the tip of the plant cock (I can't think of it as anything else at this point) and see a small, central opening. This is where the clear exudate must have come from. Many plants use idioblasts or resin ducts to release volatile compounds, either for attack or defense purposes. This has to be something like that.

I have to see what is inside this thing! I take a small scalpel from my tool kit and carefully place the plant cock into a plastic stabilizer so it doesn't move when I dissect it. I mount and position my phone onto a special stand so I can document the entire process. The phone links directly to the research lab back at Dubridge via CosmoLink and the video gets uploaded to the servers there. I press the record button, wait for the red light to go on and start my incision.

The thin epidermis is firmer than I expected but it yields easily enough under the sharp blade. No sap comes out and I continue deeper.

Next up is the cortex, a spongy layer of loosely packed cells that provides structure and storage, and in this cock plant's case probably also provides its firmness. I see it's a creamy white colour, veined with vascular strands. I feel heat emanating from the cock; it's common for some plans to use the starches in its cortex to generate heat, sometimes even thirty degrees Fahrenheit above ambient. But it is strange that this plant can do it even when this structure has been cut off from the host plant several hours ago. This just gets more weird...

I continue to the layer of conductive tissue. In this plant it is a darker shade of pink and quite stiff. When the blade goes through the sieve tubes I see a clear sap leaking out and I suddenly smell the gingery musky scent again. Almost immediately I feel my heartbeat quicken along with a deep knot of expectation on my stomach. No! This cant be happening again. Not with a dead plant! It's not possible!

I shake my head, squint my eyes and continue with the dissection, trying to remain as calm as possible as I cut deeper. All South American jungle plants have a pith or central core that is normally spongy or airy for lightness. This is where water or nutrients are stored. This one however, is very solid and almost unyielding under my sharp blade. This is impossible! It does explain the weight of the cock, but not much else.

As I lean closer to see if there are any small details on this strange inner core I suddenly feel my hard nipples rubbing against my T-shirt. They are almost painfully stiff. At the same time my pussy starts throbbing in a steady, pulsating rhythm inside my pants. Oh God it's really happening again!

I feel completely helpless as I push the waistband of my pants out of the way and slide my hand under my panties. It's as if I'm being controlled by external forces way too powerful for me to resist. No no no! Not again!

I find my clit hard and swollen like never before. I open my legs wide and slowly start rubbing myself; the feeling is incredibly intense. How can I get this horny so fast!? I close my eyes and lean back, enjoying the sensations of my fingers all over my throbbing nub.

My breathing quickens as I move one finger down to my slick pussy lips. I slide it into my hungry hole and start a slow in-out rhythm. It feels wonderful but I need more. I get up and quickly slide my pants and panties off, not caring about anything but the compelling feeling that I HAVE to masturbate right now. I have no power over this!