Journal Entry - March 31
The campus seems to have a dreary mood with the end of the first
week back from spring break. The apartments for campus faculty
leave a lot to be desired, but I need a real job since I have unable
to find the book. I'm researching the gourd plant for my PhD in
biology. The plant is more fasinating than I ever thought. I find
myself thinking of it while teaching in the morning. The rookie
professor gets all of the lower ends, super genius or not. It pays
the same.
I have a great retention rate, and my dean has no idea how I do it.
For a first time prof, no students dropped any of my classes. I had
a few that were a bit lazy at first, but one session with my hand
took care of that. I get to have lunch with the dean everyday, since
I'm the one serving him. Friday's are department lunch, so I feed the
entire math department. I spend every afternoon in the Biology
departments botony lab. I stopped locking the door since it kept
getting broken, and seed pods continue to be stolen. I'm not sure
who is taking them, and I don't care. The gourd plants have no
affect with those who are wearing a suit. I did find that in one of
my test subjects, Tom, after I removed his suit, he did respond to the
gourd's aromatic fluidis around the top interface. I watched Tom lick
that top interface every day for four hours. I spent the entire time
masturbating with a seed pod as I watched Tom's sutble changes.
He already had E cup breasts. His anal root was forming, growing
more defined. On the 21st day after starting with the gourd, Tom
was fully fertile with the plant. After that, Tom slept in the lab.
I told hm the plant would only have two more months, as it was
already producing seed pods when it arrived here for study. I needed
Tom to give me some fertizlized seeds, so I made sure he was interested.
Tom stayed with the plant during spring break. I have spent each afternoon
of the past week mailing over 150 fertizlized eggs to other botanical
researchers who were on a national registry to get the plants for testing.
The plant is turning brown, and Tom never leaves the lab. I have cameras
all around the plant to capture the moment Tom enters and the plant
dies and transforms. Tom eagerly fertilizes every seed pod, and I always
find him licking the top interface whenever I am in the lab. Tom says he
can feel the plant dying, and that the thought of what will happen makes
him very aroused. I haven't told Tom much, so I continue to question him
on what he feels and what he has learned.
There are 36 seed pods in the lab that have begun to grow. I have had no
interest in other students becoming a lab assistant and test subject. I think
Tom's friend, Rai, who visits him in the lab will sign up, but keeps telling me that
he is thinking about it. I could program him to want to, but there is no science
in that.
Several plant tests this spring are just to have fun. I have determined that if I keep a seed pod in my vaginal cavity, it will not germinate. I planted it last week, and it's starting to grow. I have no ability to interact with the gourd plant, except by touch.
I noticed on the cameras that Rai was removing his suit during visits to the
lab with Tom, so Rai could ejaculate into the gourd plant's pot. I needed another
test subject, and August was looking to be a good time since the young seed
plants would start producing seed pods then.
The lab video also shows Tom inserting his anal root into Rai's anal cavity. The
readings show no increase in heat or body temperature for Tom, but it is
obvious from Rai's readings his body is in orgasm. Tom's body only
reads like that when his anal root is inside the bottom interface of the
gourd plant.
The seed pods are taste good when eaten raw. The unfertilized taste different
than the fertilized. The fertilized have more flavor that is similar to a squash
plant.
I find myself thinking about small things when I am not obsessing about the
plant. One student had one orgasm after another class one day. His hands
were on his desk, and he was doing his best to take notes, or so it
appeared. I knew if he was trying, his suit would not be stimualting him.
I walked over and patted his shoulder, and did a brief read of his mind. He
was writing an erotic note to his girlfriend while in class. I instructed his suit
to give him a fully female body for a month. They both came to the lab after
he changed back to a male body, asking me to make his female body
permanent. I smiled and programmed the suit to make the change.
I have only done two permanant male to female adjustments. I have done 109
female to male adjustments, all were referrals from Alex. I enjoyed my
hybrid body, and I wanted people happy with theirs. I did encase any
of the permanant changes in a full body shiny blue suit. After the first female
to male change, I engaged in vaginal intercourse with that person. I had a
strong orgasm, and joined with their suit via my tendrils and made their
suit my wet dream at that moment. I did the rest the same because they
requested it.
I enjoy reading about the gourd plants on the internet. For me, the stories are bizzare, yet they are only reported because this is new, not bizarre. New York City has a program to encourage gourd planting at Central Park. The slums of Johannesburg are seeing new gardens every day. The thoughts of my own transformation remind me that I enjoy reading about others more.
I conclude this journal entry by noting what I am watching on television. It is a show where people live in a house and vote each other out. The show, while graphic in language, has no nudity or sex. The people on the show stimulate each other, but with the suits on. I tend to masturbate with a seed pod when Alex isn't around, and I will pick up the seed pod next to me as soon as I put this pen down.