Little Shop of Eden - WIP

This is still a work in progress. I'm about halfway through the story. Some stuff might change between now and release. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Deep within the recesses of space, amidst endless darkness, upon the countless worlds of the cosmos life still prevails. Infinite possibilities play out in an infinitude of ways. A once thriving planet, teeming with life, is now destroyed, becoming a thousand and more asteroids. Across the timeline of the universe, heavenly bodies form, impact, divide, and crash. Yet life still prevails upon just one such space-faring rock, upon one of such perhaps lay the seeds of life which spawned everything we see around us, and upon another such rock may come the very undoing of it all.

On the 24th of September, the human race encountered a threat to its very way of life. This enemy surfaced, as they so often do, in the most innocuous of places. 

***

On the corner of two seldom-trodden streets, in the poorer part of a tired and dingy city, where the bricks were old and worn, there it stood. Windows caked with dust, wood splintered and rotten, the old wrought iron fittings from another more prosperous age rusting and corroded. The cement was cracked and crumbling, the lights outside broken, and to call it run down would be the kind of generosity only a retail salesman could conjure. 

This was the Garden of Eden. 

A small plant shop where we find Wayne Tully cleaning up the results of his most recent accident. Having dislodged an ancient wooden shelf an hour ago, he lazily moved a worn and tired broom with worn and tired hands, collecting shards of plant pot and sandy loam that lay scattered across the basement floor.

He was a mousey figure, barely over five feet, with a scruff of brown hair and little else to his name. Wayne had little to do, so inspite of his irritation the accident was in fact a welcome change of pace. In this store customers were few and sales fewer. 

Outside of work he lived alone. Yet Wayne was not just alone… but lonely. 

As an orphan, he had never really known acceptance. Orphanages don’t dispense love and care, nor true emotional connections. Love was really the only thing he had ever wanted. Money would be nice, a nice house, a nice car. He’d eat what he wanted when he wanted. 

But without love what would any of that do? He’d be just as lonely as he was now. 

As a child he had only ever wanted one thing - a mother. Someone to hold him, cherish him, protect him and love him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and give him the care of another he had never had. 

As he had grown older, that desire hadn’t died. It had rather morphed somewhat. He still sought love, and indeed, deep down there would always be a scared little boy inside him who wanted nothing more than a mother to love him. 

Yet as boys grew older, they felt a different desire, for a different kind of love. To Wayne there was only one girl like that. The only girl for him, a girl he’d known for years and a girl whom he had a crush on for every day from the moment they met. As a slight clang of metal on wood from rang out from upstairs, Wayne could only huff in his dejection. She was less than six feet from him at any time, but she might as well have been on the moon for how far out of reach she was. Hell, she might as well have been from space. No matter what he did Wayne just couldn’t seem to connect with her. 

It wasn't that she was distant. In all that time she’d been his best and closest friend, but his was the kind of loneliness a friend just couldn’t fill. 

Wayne had never really had much of anything or anyone in his life. He often wondered if kids who grew up with families felt as he did, as if there was an emptiness in his heart that only someone else could fill. Maybe they got used to having that unconditional love and acceptance, taking it for granted. What they were given from day one was the one thing Wayne had pined for his entire life. Someone to love, to cherish, to hold. Someone who would be there; not just physically be in the same room, but be in your life, a part of your life. 

As it was all Wayne had was a great friend and a job. As an orphan he’d been lucky enough to land a job here at all, two weeks before he was kicked out of the orphanage for ageing out. When the previous shopkeep finally gave up and quit, leaving this disaster for the lost cause that it was, he had simply taken over the Garden of Eden. It paid just enough to give him a bed and keep him fed, and not a penny more.

With a familiar resignation, knowing that his luck wasn’t likely to change, Wayne swept the spare soil into an old pot he wasn’t using. He kept it right below the sole window in the basement that let in just enough light to let him see what he was doing. With the way things were going, Wayne could hardly afford to turn the lights on even when there were customers in the store - those being rare and solemn occasions - let alone in the basement. 

Cold, moist stone walls with earth as mortar kept the basement cool even in summer. The everpresent musty smell of dirt and the background fragrance of the hundreds of plants which resided down there was the 

Stumbling slightly over a mislaid box, he realized while looking out of the spotted window that the day was far darker than usual. The crackling of an old radio upstairs reminded Wayne and all the other down-on-their-luck residents for the hundredth time of the impending solar eclipse.

“Truly a historic event. Our little town is right in the path of the eclipse folks! Make sure you have eye protection and get ready. In just five minutes we’ll be seeing - or rather not seeing - our sun! A dazzling astronomical display. As a special guest, I have with me Professor Andrew from Rido College. Care to explain Professor?”

“Ah, yeah. Thanks. Um, well you see the moon is going to uh… move in front of the sun.”

Wayne listened to dead air for several moments, pausing his sweeping. 

“Oh… uh- Well thank you for that enlightening explanation Professor. Anyone wishing to take part in his historic event should head outside now as we have only minutes to spare!”

The broom clattered against a nearby table as Wayne pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. From what little he could make out in the dimming light he still had plenty of work to do. It didn’t seem to matter whether he did it now, or later, or tomorrow. 

Really why even bother at all? Staring at the old stonework around him, the floorboards clearly rotting above, he wondered why he kept going with it.

“What the hell, right? It’s a once in a lifetime event, and it beats sweeping.” He shrugged, jogging upstairs to join the idling crowds in the street all staring up blankly at the sky. 

Wayne peeked out from around a corner as he exited the basement. 

“Hey Darlene, you wanna go check out the-”

Wayne’s voice caught in his throat. There was Darlene, the girl he loved. Her body was a slender canvas of pure beauty. Every curve and line was a testament to nature’s artistry. Long, wavy red hair cascaded down her back, hugging and framing her delicate neck and shoulders which were barely covered by the low-cut boyish green tank top she wore. The fabric clung to her in just the right way, revealing the outline of her perky, firm breasts. She never wore a bra - much to Wayne’s eternal delight and equal dismay. Her hips swelled just slightly around her tight, round ass, which sat atop long, shapely legs. Everything she did, every time she moved, it was with the grace of the flora in the breeze, a silent invitation to follow her. 

There was the girl he loved… in the arms of another man. As usual in his black leather jacket, and his motorbike parked only a few feet away, Flynn swooped in and wrapped his arm around her waist whilst aiming for a kiss. 

His burly six foot frame was a testament to a life lived hard and fast. His muscular arms, thickly veined, stretched the fabric of his leather jacket. Broad shoulders tapered a narrow waist, and a rugged face was etched with grey hair. The leather creaked with every move, and his heavy boots kept him planted as if daring the world to challenge him. He carried himself 

Darlene turned to smile at Wayne before Flynn’s kiss could land. 

“Hmm?-” Flynn's lips lifted off her cheek. “Yeah that eclipse thing?” Flynn asked. “Sure. The two of us were just heading out. You know, you should join us.” He offered with a condensending smile.

“Join us, Wayne.” Darlene added, her voice far more sincere. 

Wayne nodded fumbling his keys as he moved to lock the doors behind him.

“Th-that sounds great.” He smiled behind clenched teeth, trying his best to looked unbothered as the three of them walked down the street.

Flynn smirked, slapping Wayne hard across the back of his dhoulder as they walked.“That jaw is looking a little tight there, buddy. I hear that's not good for ya. You might want to see a dentist.”

Down a few blocks children were grinning excitedly, asking all sorts of questions they didn’t really want an answer to as some parents continued to answer them regardless. In a rare moment, everyone, child and parent alike, stared up at the sky with a of unified wonder. 

Wayne tried to recognize and appreciate the moment for what it was. No matter how he may have felt, it shouldn’t take away from the majesty of the moment, but inevitably… it did. As the two of them blantantly made out in the periphery of his vision, wayne kept his eyes skyward. In a few minutes the sun would be back, and he’d be just as poor and lonely as ever.

***

As the moon roved across the roaring nuclear furnace of our sun, it cast an all-consuming shadow over Earth in a both delicate yet divine dance. One by one, as they were plunged into darkness, the cities of the world cheered. Though their voices all rang out in wonder, their cries were silenced in the vast cosmic emptiness of space. Even were the entire Earth to cry out in joy, or shock, or fear… it would be entirely silenced by the all-consuming void.

Just as the moon was about to fully converge with the sun, a smallest of glints flashed along its edge, tumbling from beyond the stars. With the city now shrouded in darkness, a tiny bead of intense heat ploughed through the atmosphere carried by the celestial force that had launched it so many eons before. Like a well worn shield, Earth’s atmosphere did its best, burning away at the foriegn body like a dragon’s flame., slowly it melted down until the once massive rock, that could have leveled cities, was worn away to a size that could fit into the palm of a hand. 

Yet that was all that was needed.

It slowed, dipped, and fell… crashing right through the window of a dimly lit basement and the plant pot below, coming to rest with a slight sizzle.

***

Wayne absently flipped the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’ as he wandered into the store the next morning, not that he thought it would make much difference. Darlene’s shift didn’t start ‘til 9, and then, just for a moment, his life would be just a little brighter. They’d talk, they’d laugh, they’d have fun, and at the end of the day she'd be gone, and he’d be just as alone as before. 

Making his way downstairs he peered into the dim cellar, squinting for his discarded broom from the day before. His shoes kicked about the scattered earth as he blindly waved his hand in front of him, unable to see a thing. 

A deafening crunch under his foot brought him to a sudden halt. What had he just stepped on? Carefully lifting his foot, he moved it gently to the side, only for his eyes to widen as he heard an even louder crunch. 

Whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t earth. He paused for a momment, then shrugged. He knew there wasn't anything valuable down here. Whatever it was, he would just need to clean it up. With the aid of the faint pillar of early morning sunlight behind him, he fetched an ancient metallic flashlight and shook it. The two rusted batteries corroding inside might just be able to give him an idea of what was going on. 

He pressed hard against the button and, after smacking it against his palm a few times, it managed to emit a feeble beam of light. There on the floor he saw exactly what he expected. Dirt. Plent of it, along with the occasional fragment of pot - but pots, he knew, didn’t crunch like that. 

Stooping closer he sifted through the refuse. Then he saw it, a thousand diamonds lit up like a dragon’s hoard. 

No, not diamonds… glass. Shards of glass.

Ruefully, he realised he must have broken something important without realising it. This already dreary day, had somehow found a way to become even worse. 

Slowly tracing the trail of shiny debris across the ground, he followed it up to the table, and saw a pure beam of sunlight coming from a new hole in his window. 

“Shit.” He cursed. “Those damn kids again. I told them to stop playing with rocks.”

Far too distracted by the window, Wayne failed to notice the pot he had left on the table the night before was now home to an odd lump. It wasn’t til several minutes later, after he had taped over the hole with a strip of cardboard, and collapsed into a chair as he wondered how he was going to pay for any of this, that he noticed a single green vine laying just over the edge of the pot.

“What have we got here?” 

Curious, he stood up and peered in. 

It was the oddest thing he’d seen in his extensive two and a half year career in botany. 

It was something like a mix between an artichoke and a venus fly trap, It was a plant unlike anything he’d ever seen. Indeed, he’d have been sure it was just a venus fly trap if not for… well, its ‘mouth’ looked an awful lot more human than plant. With thick, plush lips, it was hardly the stuff of plant life. 

With little else to do all day, he fetched some yellowing books from his old boss's office upstairs and began to do some research. 

Lost in his books, he barely noticed the sweet scent around him. Being that Eden was a flower shop he was well used to a bouquet of scents, practically nose-blind to it. Yet something sweeter than usual seemed to grow around him as he read. 

Three hours passed without a customer but in all that time all he learned was that whatever this thing was it wasn’t in a book bought some 20 years before, and published long before that. Slapping the last of the books shut, he eyed the pot again. 

“What are you?” He murmured. 

The sound of the door upstairs opening nearly made him fall out of his chair. Darlene was here.

He steadied himself as he got up, not realising how long he had just spent down there. 

With one last look at the plant in the pot he shook his head. Something about it was so odd, but there was something about it he couldn’t put his finger on. It was like it could see right through him, see his deepest desires. 

He took one last deep breath in preparation, his lungs almost soaking up that sweet scent, and walked upstairs. The plant in the pot stirred a little. Its thick, pillowy lips curled into an unmistakable grin. A deep, malicious grin. It had no eyes, yet it could see what was to come.

It liked what it saw. 

*************

Chapter 2

Darlene was busying herself with the shelves, pretending to dust. 

Wayne gave her her space. He knew what had happened without her having to say it. Well, he didn’t know the specifics, but the story was always the same. She and Flynn had been fighting again.

Eventually, however, he ran out of things to do that didn’t involve her. 

“Hey Darlene, everything okay?”

“Of course.” She said flatly, putting the unused duster down and walking into the back before she stopped and put her hand on the door frame. 

“Everything except that Flynn and I seem to fight every time we’re alone.”

“I’m sorry.” Wayne said, with not much more he could say. 

“It’s not your fault. I just wish… I wish Flynn could be more like you, Wayne.”

Her words hit him like an icicle through the heart. 

“You’re calm, and kind, and…”

Wayne could only stare as she tore his soul asunder for the hundredth time. 

“Sorry, we’ve got work to do.”

“Well, not much,” Wayne corrected her, swallowing the lump in his throat, “we didn’t get a single customer yesterday.”

“It’s a shame. If only we had something to bring people in.”

“Maybe that weird plant in the basement would get their attention…” he mused, sarcastically. 

“Huh?” 

“Oh, right.” He tapped the side of his head. “There’s some weird plant budding downstairs. Never seen anything like it.”

“Huh. Can I see?”

Some time later, the pair were still marvelling over the odd bulb protruding from the pot he’d left the night before. 

“Hmmm, well it’s not a fly trap. You’re right.”

“Some weird kind of pitcher plant maybe?”

“Maybe, it’s a bit small though.”

They perused the books once more, both relaxing in the dim basement and the sweet, saccharine smell that had begun to fill it. Darlene seemed far more relaxed now. 

Wayne grinned over his book. He was glad to see her feeling better. Yet he was too distracted to notice the plant itself was equally interested. Had it had eyes one could have sworn it was looking between the pair of them. 

Unmistakably though, it was grinning. Its pudgy, thick lips curling maliciously. 

“Well I’m stumped.” Darlene surrendered, dropping her book to her lap. “It might be some weird crossbreed, but between what?”

“No idea. We haven’t had anything carnivorous in here in months.”

The pair looked down at the innocent looking bulb. 

“Well, it’s not getting any sunlight down here. We might as well take it upstairs.” Darlene said, not sure what else to do. 

Lifting the pot gently she took it back upstairs, placing it in prime position by the window and next to the open door. 

“Who knows, a strange new plant might get some people’s attention.”

The plant’s fragrance soon caught the wind as a gentle breeze blew through. 

“You think so?” Wayne didn’t sound convinced. “I’m not sure a single weird plant is going to get anybody to-”

“Hi!” A voice came from the door, making both Darlene and Wayne jump. 

Standing before them was a man in smart dress, perhaps on his way to work. 

 “It smells amazing in here. What kind of plant is that?” He asked, leaning over to take a closer look and taking in a deep, scented breath. 

“Oh uh… we’re not sure.” Wayne admitted. 

“Well…” the man sighed, a broad smile on his face as he took another deep breath, pressing his face close to the purple plant. With a delighted shiver, he stood upright. “I need fifty dollars worth of roses for my wife if that’s okay.”

Darlene grabbed Wayne’s hand in excitement. 

“Of course it is!” Wayne practically stumbled back, going to help Darlene prepare a bouquet. 

“Can you break a hundred?” He asked after them, and Wayne stopped short. 

“Oh… uh… no. Sorry.” He winced, looking into the register and seeing nowhere near enough change. He realised they might just lose the biggest sale all month. 

“Well…” the man sighed again, inhaling that delightful scent. “I guess I’ll just take 100’s worth.”

Darlene stared at Wayne in amazement, and he ushered her into the back room. 

“Of course, sir!” 

Wayne grinned in amazement, opening the till and lifting the tray so he could hide that precious sum beneath it. Darlene returned a little while after with an overflowing bunch of blood red roses, ornamentally embellished with bows, ribbons and sprigs.

“Thank you so much sir! I hope she loves these.”

“I’m sure she will.” The man sighed, before making his way out. “Oh excuse me.”

A woman in a feathery hat entered just as he left. 

“My my what is that fascinating plant in the window?” She asked. 

Wayne and Darlene beamed at each other. 

***************

Wayne was sat at the table in the basement, mixing a brew of everything he could think of that a plant could want. He’d tried water and an endless list of other options to try to feed it, but the plant seemed so frail, so weak. 

No matter what he did, though, it seemed to shrink by the hour. It had been days now and this plant had made them more money in that time than they’d made in months combined. He simply couldn’t let it die. 

As he poured a little of the blend he’d made into the soil, he watched in angst as the plant’s vines feebly wriggled. 

“Come on, you must eat something…” he sighed. 

Wayne marvelled as the plant bulb, about six inches across, slowly parted its lips as if to speak. Not that a plant could speak, Wayne reminded himself. 

Unsure what else he could do, he dipped his finger into the mix and let a drop fall into the plant’s ‘mouth’. It seemed to stir a little at that, so he tried it again, and kept his finger just above the lips. 

In moments the plant snapped up, having latched onto his fingertip and squeezed. Wayne recoiled in shock, tugging at his finger, but the plant held on stubbornly. Its thick, plush, pillowy lips seemed to cling to his finger as if they’d die without it. 

He recoiled, but froze, not wanting to damage the plant when it was already weak. He flexed his fingertip slightly within its lips. Not feeling any burning sensation, he at least concluded it didn’t contain any acidic enzymes. Though he did feel an odd… tingling sensation. 

Then something moved inside, and he panicked once again. Something had caressed his fingertip. Like a… tongue almost. He managed to rip his finger free at last, leaving a long, thick, slimy string connecting it to the plant’s lips. 

The liquid had a purple tinge that clung to his skin no matter how he wiped it, merely spreading further and further. 

“What on Earth…” he murmured as that same tingle spread to every spot the purple slime touched. 

Shaking his head, he collapsed back into a chair and stared at the ceiling. He breathed in the sweet air, sweeter than it had ever tasted. Even with so many flowers, the air was so refreshing now. 

Darlene had gone home. No doubt by now she and Flynn would be… 

He cursed, closing his eyes, only to open one and peek down as he realised he was sporting a truly monumental hard on. Why was he hard now?

Idly, he rubbed the purple slime between his fingers, the gentle tingle there growing and spreading as his skin absorbed it. Slowly, his cock got harder, throbbing more and more.

With a resigned shrug, and not for the first time, he found himself jerking off in the basement of a run down plant store. He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so aroused, but being a red blooded male, he wasn’t one to pass up a perfectly good erection. 

Things had changed so much in just a few days. The days seemed brighter, the air itself almost smelled sweeter. 

As his wrist moved in a motion he’d practiced from a younger age, and was by now much an expert in, he wasn’t as alone as he suspected. The plant’s bud peeked out from above the pot, and was drinking in the scene with gusto. 

Wayne’s casual masturbation soon became fraught with images of Darlene. He winced with subdued guilt. Normally his fantasies deliberately strayed away from her out of embarassment, yet now he couldn’t stop thinking about her. 

However the longer he lay there, breathing in that sweet smell, the more relaxed he became. With a deep sigh he came to peace with the idea that if he was going to jerk off he wasn’t going to be able to banish Darlene from his head. 

Slowly he became more willing to explore the idea. In his mind’s eye she was there with him, he was the one holding her the way Flynn did, tugging her to his side as she giggled and kissing her so passionately. 

As he let himself indulge, both physically and mentally, he was surprised to find his mind wandering slightly. His image of Darlene began to morph ever so slightly. She became a little taller, a little broader. The way if Wayne was honest with himself he wished more girls could be. 

On some level he distantly wondered if he had always felt that way, or if it was just a fantastical spur. Yet the sudden throb in his cock as he imagined Darlene just a little bigger, a little thicker, was hard to ignore. 

His arousal was growing a little faster than it should have been, breath getting a little quicker, a little tighter all a little too fast. Yet he was far too preoccupied with the matter at hand to notice. In his mind’s eye Darlene was reaching towards him with amorous intent. Her eyes were filled with an indescribable hunger… and an odd purple tint. 

Far from odd, he found it utterly entrancing. 

He focused for a moment on the plant, which was now directly facing him, as if watching intently. With a grimace he felt a slight pang of anxiety as he took in the plant’s sumptuous lips. Something about them was undeniably erotic, yet the thought seemed so odd, so alien, it temporarily threw off his concentration. 

Yet as his eyes drifted closed, suddenly it was Darlene with those same purple lips, curled in the same knowing come-hither smile. He exhaled at last, this new aspect of his fantasy - albeit odd - finding far more purchase in his mind. 

Darlene curled a finger at him, raising her eyebrows suggestively, and he needed no further encouragement. As he fell into her open arms he loved how Darlene was, at least in his fantasy, far more assertive. She smiled. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it from him. Rather than the meek figure he saw cowing to Flynn’s endless pressure she was far more in control. 

She looked him dead in the eyes with those purple orbs of hers and licked her lips, just as a few feet away the plant bulb in its pot did the same. 

Darlene, or at least he thought it was her, was pulling open her top to reveal her breasts - much larger than even the well-endowed Darlene in reality could boast of. With a delicate hand she cupped the back of his neck reassuringly and pressed his face into that pillowy soft canyon and purred in delight as he nuzzled affectionately into her forgiving flesh. 

Hand moving at a frantic pace now he was breathing heavily, leaning over the table without thinking. Just inches away from him the plant bulb stretched out, tiny clouds of purple mist emanating from it and directly into his face as his glazed expression zoned out - too fascinated with the contents of his head to care what was happening just a short while away. 

“Cum for me.” He heard the whisper from within his mind… or so he thought. 

Darlene was beckoning him now. It was her hand around his cock rather than his own. She was so eagerly stroking him now, cooing sweet nothings into his ear as she kissed it, pressing his face deeper and deeper into her cleavage. 

She smelled so sweet. So inviting. She was so large, so beautiful, so soft. Everything about it was driving Wayne wild. Hell, he’d never jerked off so enthusiastically in his life. This was the kind of fantasy he’d have flashbacks too for days to come. 

Yet as she did so she got larger. Darlene’s body kept growing larger, bigger and bigger, assets growing, thighs thickening as her breasts swole, filling more and more of his view. Soon she wasn’t just larger than him, she practically towered over him.

Throwing his head back, Wayne groaned in esctasy as his excitement finally became all too much. Panting with exertion he stood up, resting one hand on the table as he struggled to stay upright, never having felt such a sexual thrill in his life. 

She kept growing, and growing, and growing… and she would grow, and grow, and grow…

He barely noticed as the plant’s sausage-thick purple lips parted just enough to encompass the tip of his cock. Yet the sheer exhiliration, the adrenaline coursing through him, was more than enough to overcome any disconcertation from the odd feeling of those plush, wet lips squeezing around his head. 

Only when a tongue lapped across and encircled his head did his eyes flash open for a brief moment in surprise, but he was far too close to stop now. The electric ticklish feeling of that tongue fluttering direclty under the head of his cock was all it took to send the poor lad careening over the edge into a truly stomach-cramping orgasm that nearly sent him collapsing to the floor. 

Luckily he was able to hold on to the table for dear life, just about keeping himself upright as the plant eagerly and greedily sucked down every single rope of cum. 

Wayne collapsed on one side, shoulder against the table as the plant kept up its merciless milking with those slick purple lips, bobbing up and down over his head as his hand kept stroking until it hurt, yet even when he pulled his hand away the plant was far from satisfied, moving frantically back and forth as if to wring every last drop from him. 

Wincing, he fell back and - with a sickeningly wet pop the plant begrudgingly released his cock. 

Panting in exhaustion, he felt his head swaying from side to side as he leaned back. He’d never felt an orgasm that powerful in his life. His thoughts were all over the place but he tried to piece them back together. 

Yet as he slowly regained his wits and his breath slowed, his eyes fixated upon the plump purple lips of the plant as it licked them with an equally lilac-coloured tongue. Had what he thought just happened been real? 

At that moment, both he and the plant locked eyes - at least metaphorically in the plant’s case - with a droplet of white seed that had somehow escaped its voracious sucking lips. 

The plant ‘looked’ up at him, licked its lips again, then dove down to slam down and slather the table in a passionate kiss that made Wayne’s chest tighten at its sheer eroticism. 

“No way…” he whispered. 

Before his eyes he saw the plant shudder. Its leaves seemed greener, its stalk thicker, its bulbous lips fuller and more lush. Panting softly, having recovered at least enough to stand, he leaned in a little closer to look - only to snap his head back when the plant pursed its lips and lunged in for a kiss. 

“So… that’s what you eat.” Wayne mumbled, a mix of post-orgasmic shame and embarassed realisation washing over him. 

Chewing his fingertip Wayne wondered what to do. It took him a moment to realise which finger he was chewing. The purple substance tasted so sweet, and he pulled his mouth away. Looking down, he saw a purple stain on his cock as well now. The tingling there continued. 

 This plant was beyond strange. Yet it was the only thing keeping the lights on - in fact, it might be enough to turn the business around. Hell it could do more than that. He thought about how much money it had brought in already, and wondered just what the potential was. 

A little shiver went up his spine, and a tingle in the back of his mind made his still-softening cock unconsciously twitch a little. The only way to keep the plant alive would be to feed it. If he wanted it to grow… he’d have to feed it alot. 

The only place he could do that was at home. 

He breathed deeply, trying to reach a decision, and with each sweetened breath the choice seemed clearer, even as his mind felt foggier. Dropping his fist to the table silently he’d made up his mind. 

Wayne lifted the plant’s pot up and headed upstairs to his apartment above the Garden of Eden, holding it at arm’s length as he did so. Despite it lacking eyes he could swear it was staring at him. Hungrily. 

Chapter 3

Wayne’s apartment was little more than a place to eat and sleep. He had set the plant on the table where he usually ate and had - with much chagrin - accepted his necessary role in feeding the plant. 

He would take it upstairs with him each night, and bring it back down to display in the shopfront each morning. His whole apartment was coated with a cloying, sweet saccharine smell now. It felt like every breath he took was moist. Opening the windows seemingly made no difference. 

At night his dreams were the same as ever. He saw the mother he had always wanted. She was always there, but just out of reach. 

By day caring for the plant was arduous. It was utterly ravenous in its hunger. It grew rapidly, almost doubling in size in the first two days. 

At first he had tried jerking off and simply allowing the plant to clean up the mess. However it was getting harder and harder to keep up with the plant’s needs. There was a limit to what even a single guy could do when it came to jerking off. 

It was also getting harder and harder to ignore the allure of those pillowy purple lips. As ridiculous as it sounded, they had an undeniably sexual quality. It didn’t make it any easier that the plant’s bulbous head would constantly follow his cock like a serpent keeping track of its prey. 

The plant would lick its lips, drooling thick, purple, viscous slime onto the tabletop as if in hunger. They looked so slick and inviting that Wayne had trouble looking away. In fact, it was getting difficult to focus on the ‘matter at hand’ so to speak, and his masturbation was being regularly interrutped by the awkward realisation that he had an audience. 

Not that it could see him, he reminded himself. It was just following his body heat. Yet as he tried and tried to jerk off all he could think about was the plant and how it now seemed hyper-fixated upon his cock. 

Whenever he tried to clean up its purple salivations it would inevitably get all over his hands. Washing it off was a fool’s errand, as it merely served to spread it further; the stuff was as tenacious as the plant’s desires. 

It always seemed to pool wherever he was going to be as well. In fact, whenever he wasn’t looking, the plant was drooling a copious amount of the stuff in strategic locations without his notice. 

If he left anything within the plant’s reach, or let any part of himself get near, it would inevitably be coated in the stuff in moments. He had tested it a few times now, but had only been able to determine that it at least wasn’t poisonous whatever it was. That was mostly due to the fact he hadn’t gotten sick from the constant contact. 

As such, he had no way of avoiding it getting into contact with his cock when he struggled to feed the thing multiple times a day. He had no choice, really. It was almost impossible to get it off his skin. 

At first he had tried to ignore the electric feelings it left everywhere it touched, the tingling it sent through his whole body. Soon, though, he became a little less diligent in trying to wash up. He would leave a little more, deciding he couldn’t be bothered to wash his hands over and over trying to remove it. He would ‘accidentally’ put his hand on the table and leave it there a little too long, and then accept that it wasn’t worth trying to clean it again. 

He wasn’t entirely aware he was doing it, either. He’d just realise he’d left his hand in the wrong place and give a not-entirely disappointed sigh. 

Now he’d tried it, though, he couldn’t stop. It felt incredible. So slick, making everything feel so much better. That soon gave way to him experimentally using it as a lubricant when he thought the plant wasn’t looking. He knew it was just a plant. He knew it couldn’t ‘see’, let alone understand what was going on. Still, he couldn’t help feeling embarassed at the thought it could see what he was doing as he gathered the slime into a jar and lavishly adorned his cock with it. 

He had to admit, he loved how it felt. The purple goo left a divine feeling everywhere it touched. Maybe they could sell this stuff in the Garden of Eden, he mused. His skin felt smoother, more rich, more alive. 

Assuming it was safe, of course. 

He fell back onto his bed; the human body had limits, and he had found his own.

“I’m sorry. I only have so much to give.” He whispered, utterly fatigued. 

The bulb merely grinned at him with that smug, satisfied grin it always seemed to have. It licked its thick, pillowy lips. 

“The bigger you get, the more you’re uh… going to need.” He said, mostly to himself. 

Talking to plants wasn’t odd - he reminded himself - but thinking they could hear you was a sign you’d spent too much time around them. 

He reached down to soothingly squeeze his tired, aching cock. He couldn’t help feeling like it was… well, it couldn’t be bigger, though it had a definite purple tinge to it. It was probably just the endless self-abuse he’d subjected it to and the constant exposure to that purple nectar from the plant. 

It was also probably a little swollen from overuse. He pressed his palms into his eyes. He hadn’t jerked off like this since he was a teenager. 

A wet slurp got his attention as he slowly pulled his hands down. The plant was there. Its bulb was now the size of a human head, those thick violet lips splitting it across the middle. It was slowly licking them, leaving a trail of viscous saliva as it went, dripping glutinously in thick drops onto the table below as it passed over those effortlessly soft looking smackers. 

“I must be crazy…” he whispered, letting his head drop back to his pillow with a flumph, not sure he could believe any of this was real. 

“Feed me.” Came a tiny voice. 

Staring at the ceiling, he blinked in exasperation. 

“Great, now I’m hearing voices.” He said aloud. 

“Feed me.” It came again, louder. 

He shot up, staring directly ahead, heart hammering. 

There was the plant, grinning as its bulb hovered in the air, stalk wavering behind it. 

For a little while he just sat there, bolt upright and staring as he felt his heartbeat in his throat. His eyes didn’t leave the plant, fixed on it like it was some dangerous creature waiting to pounce. 

Perhaps that wasn’t so far from the truth. 

Its lips parted and its tongue pressed against the base of its ‘mouth’. Yet as seconds ticked by, it struck him just how absurd what he was thinking was. Of course plants couldn’t speak. 

His heartbeat slowed. His shoulders sank. He let go of the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding all this time, shuddering as his breathing slowed. 

“Maybe I really am crazy.” He said at last, crawling over his bed to the table which sat at the end, looking down to be face-to-‘face’ with the plant. 

It lifted its bulb to its fullest height. Now more than ever he was sure it was looking right at him. 

“Feed. Me.” The plant said, in a low, feminine growl. 

Wayne sank back onto his ass and shivered in fright as, slowly, the plant’s bulb followed him. Small vines crept from the corners of the plant pot, crawling across his bedsheeds like vipers. 

Frozen in fear, Wayne could merely look on in horror as the plant came to rest just atop his waist, licking its lips with obvious intent. Thick purple saliva drooled across his hardening cock within the confines of his clothing. Its vines traced the tented outline of his cock, slickened by its own slime. They curled around the waistband of his shorts, tugging them gently but firmly down until his cock sprang free, eager in spite of his terror. 

“Holy shit…” he mouthed, as the plant’s hot and humid breath coated his cock in warmth. 

Before he could stop it, the plant dropped down, enveloping his cock in it’s massive, plush lips and sinking straight to the base of his cock. Instantly he felt the sweltering, slimy depths within constrict and pulse around him in a way that left him truly breathless. 

It’s tongue slowly but deliberately ran along the underside of his cock from base to tip before encircling the head, slowly worming its way around it, until it had encircled his cock several times in a sheath of slimy flesh. 

The lips pursed and sucked against the base of his cock hungrily, spreading out to give his abdomen lewd, juicy kisses as it greedily enveloped his member whole, utterly engulfing it in hot, wet sucking. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, stunned at the sheer eroticism flooding through him. 

As if encouraged by his response, the bulb began to bob up and down on his cock, lips making a sodden squelch and slathering his stomach and thighs in purple saliva every time they made contact with the base of his cock. It slowly began to pick up pace, its tongue within its mouth moving in time with its head and providing a delicious milking sensation to his cock. 

Wayne grasped at the sheets in ecstatic agony as he felt waves of pleasure shooting through his body and leaving his cock throbbing each time within the plant’s unbelievably soft lips and sweltering, steamy mouth. 

His whole body felt warm, hot even, and a trickle of sweat beaded on his neck. His vision was getting a little hazy, too. Wayne wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but his cock wasn’t complaining. It was practically thrumming with arousal. 

As such he couldn’t help but give a disappointed groan as, with a sickening slurp and an audible pop, the plant’s lips dragged their way down his cock before finally releasing it. 

Resting on his elbows, Wayne weakly lifted himself up to stare into the maw of the creature which was bringing him to heights of pleasure he’d never known. 

As it’s maw widened, he could only gawk in awe. The fleshy tunnel it exposed was a mass of writhing purple flesh, ridges and bumps were connected by stringy purple strands and glistening slickly. Deeper and deeper it went, an endless chasm, further and further down until there was simply empty, slick, slimy darkness. Churning masses of slippery purple tissue. 

It’s tongue roiled as if riding a wave, until the tip flicked out to send a fleck of purple goo landing directly onto the head of his cock. 

“What the hell are you…” Wayne murmured. 

The plant just grinned, before dropping its lips back down to engulf his cock once more. Its tongue wrapped once around his balls, bathing them in it’s saliva before pulling them into its mouth.

The plant’s bulbous mouth churned and milked, the vibrous flesh within like a hundred fingers, moving as if trying to massage its purple saliva into his cock. The result was Wayne writhing in sexual ecstasy as he was treated to the sexual awakening of his life. This felt better than any tedious sticky fumbling in the back seat of a car or nervous fondling in the back row of the cheap theater. This was beyond the means of any Earth-borne creature. As far beyond as the creature itself had come from. 

Wayne had never felt such an intense sexual craving before. It felt as if his very being yearned for nothing more than to achieve orgasm and feed this creature. It’s velvety soft lips pulsated as its tongue lapped at his cock in a gentle rhythm. That same alluring scent enveloped him now in such close proximity to the plant. With every breath the colours in the room grew brighter, the air tasted so rich, so sweet, and his whole body tingled with electric sexual frisson. 

The plant’s languid licking gave way to a flurry of activity as, with a mighty throb, his cock indicated the imminence of his ejaculation. He could feel the orgasm coiling in his gut, his balls tightening with newfound girth, eager to spill forth his seed. 

Its movements became ever more eager, the wet suction of its lips stronger, slimy wet smacks of its tongue and lips echoing through the room. As its tongue worked it was like nothing he had ever felt. The perfect blend of roughness and softness dancing along the now hypersensitive underside of his cock, tracing every vein and ridge with an expertise that left his body trembling. 

Two small vines crept between his thighs, delicately tickling against the sensitive flesh there and making his hips buck in response, eagerly plunging his cock deeper into the sucking cavity of the plant’s mouth. They ever-so-delicately cradled the silken coinpurse of his balls, lifting them deftly as if weighing them to determine their content. 

Seemingly satisfied, the plant’s monstrous hunger was unleashed. It became a blur as it bobbed up and down on his cock, the sensation like lightning through him, making his toes curl and forcing him to close his eyes as the feeling simply overwhelmed him. He had never felt anything so intense, so primal, so utterly all-consuming. 

Any higher thought vanished in the face of this sexual onslaught. His hips thrust with wild abandon as an unbearable pressure built within him. He knew he was on the precipace of the most defining moment of his life. Everything from here on would be downhill. 

If only he had known how true that would be. 

He heard himself screaming before he realised it had begun. The plant’s plush, purple lips quivered around his cock, greedily suckling his cock and keeping it trapped in its luxurious depths as it throbbed and squirted rope after rope of the cum it so sorely desired within. 

Wayne’s vision swam as his arms and legs twitched and writhed in paroxysms of sexual bliss. His body jolted and twitched further as the plant firmly clamped its lips around the base of his cock, its tongue pressing into the underside, as it dragged its lips up to his tip - suckling all the while - as if to wring every last drop of cum from him. 

Only when he was starting to see stars from sheer overstimulation did the plant, at long last, release his cock with a sloppy pop. Looking down in a mix of horror and fascination, he saw his cock had been practically stained purple from the prolonged contact. It was throbbing, bouncing in the air at phantom touches - and very real ones from the tantalising vines just below. 

Blinking a few times, Wayne tried to bring his cock into focus. Did it seem… bigger? Well, naturally that made sense. An orgasm that intense had no doubt resulted in the erection of a lifetime. 

The plant grinned. Its thick lips glistened with the aftermath of such vigorous oral copulation. Slight creaking noises made Wayne wince in confusion as he could swear the plant had grown too, if only a little, before his very eyes. 

“Feed me.” It said at last, its feminine voice lilting in amusement. 

Wayne looked from the plant down to his cock, still eager as ever, bouncing in anticipation and apparently perfectly raring to go for a second round. All tiredness had left him, as he was suddenly filled with a youthful sexual energy. 

“Yeah. Sure.” He huffed, eyes glazing in anticipation.

***********

For the rest of that week Wayne’s days became long, endless stretches of being milked by the plant on his bed - only broken up by the necessity to open the store, and sleep. When the store was open he had to suffer the plant’s mocking grin, following him everywhere he went, taunting him with the pleasure he knew he could not have until the end of the day when he took the plant back up to his apartment and settled in for a night of what increasingly had become nothing but endless milking blowjobs with only the most necessary of breaks. 

Business was booming. The Garden of Eden had never been so busy. It was all down to their new product line. The purple sap the plant produced was, as it turned out, a gold mine. Wayne was mixing it with aloe, creams, even selling small samples of it pure in jars. The plant seemed to produce an endless amount, and he would empty the metal tray beneath it each morning and again at lunch time. 

Soon they were selling more of his new plant by-product than flowers. 

When demand got too high, he raised the prices. Then raised them again. Then again. Inevitably the next day they would sell out and have to inform disappointed customers to try again tomorrow. As they left, those customers would pause to admire the plant, breathing in its scents deeply. 

Sleep and work, work and sleep, those were the only anchors in his timeline which had begun to blur together. 

Only when working was the plant unable to milk him, however, as unbeknownst to him those thick purple lips were perfectly content to wrap around his cock as he slept and force load after load from him even in his sleep. 

His dreams were changing, too. The most recent night, his dream had been a lot like one he’d often had as a young orphan. He’d been sitting alone in the dark, when a light had poured in. A soft, gentle light. This time, though, it went further.

“Wayne…” Her voice was so soft, so soothing. 

He turned, but he could never see her face. His mother. The mother who would come and take him away from the pain, the constant sadness. She would hold him and give him the unconditional love he never had. 

“Wayne… come here…” She cooed, softly. 

This time it was different. Her face was becoming clearer. For the first time in his life, he could see her face. Was this… his real mother? 

She stood there. A woman like no other. Her face was hazy, as if he was staring through a heat mirage, but she was there. Not only that, but she was staring back at him from just out of reach. Beautiful. Wonderful. Terrifying. 

She was huge. A giant woman. And she was… green.

Chapter 4

Wayne awoke with a start to the sound of his alarm clock. His cock twitched eagerly, feeling slick as if he’d experienced a nocturnal emission. 

He looked up to the plant, sat upon his table, now almost too large to fit into the pot it had first landed in. It had grown incredibly quickly, even given the absurd amount of cum he’d been shooting into its throat.

It merely grinned at him with those delectable purple lips, the inner flesh of its mouth a deeper royal shade. Its smirk, glistening with purple saliva, hinted at the pleasure it had provided throughout the night without his knowledge. 

Gritting his teeth, he winced and gripped the sheets as he felt his cock throb at the sight of those luscious, tempting lips. There was nothing he’d love more than to fuck the plant’s mouth to a deliciously satisfying orgasm, or maybe three. However he simply didn’t have the time. 

Reaching down he felt to his surprise just how thick and heavy his cock was. It was getting increasingly hard to deny that it had grown. He wasn’t sure whether that was simply due to the endless sucking treatment it had recieved, or perhaps due to… well, something he wasn’t quite ready to accept just yet. 

Lifting the covers he saw how his cock now stretched all the way to his navel, pulsing with every heartbeat. His testes too had swollen to unprecedented size. They could no longer fit in his hand as he reached down to grope them, and his cock was now a deep rosy-red hue, with an unmistakable purple tinge.

Had he been more aware, or perhaps not so utterly addled by the sexual thrill of his discovery, he might have been more concerned for the possible biological implications at work. As it was he was simply blinded by too much of a good thing. What guy wouldn’t mind a little more weight downstairs? Surely that couldn’t be a bad thing. 

“Fuck…” he grunted, tugging his hand away as he realised he had begun to idly stroke his cock, precum already beginning to pool atop his inner thigh. The plant was licking its lips eagerly, as if encouraging his behaviour. 

He couldn’t do anything about it, not now. The store was busier than ever, thanks in no small part to the plant’s nectar. This had been the most profitable week he could remember. Now it was friday, and at least he would have the weekend to think about what he was going to do about all this - or at least what he was going to do next.

Not bothering to shower and barely bothering to dress, Wayne struggled to lift the now massive plant as he made his way downstairs. It was tough going, and he paused at the corner of the stairs to catch his breath. Once there, the plant laid a kiss on his lips, its tongue invading his mouth as he struggled to see past it. 

“Mmmmfh!” He grumbled, pretending not to notice the massive throb in his cock as those effortlessly soft lips made contact with his, and a healthy dose of its nectar was liberally spread around his mouth. 

The sun had barely begun to rise as he made his way to the front door, placing the plant down and wiping the sticky purple saliva from his lips. 

With a start he nearly fell backwards as he saw a small crowd of five people all peering in through the window, shielding their eyes so as to see more clearly. Wayne stared at them, but they didn’t even seem to notice him at all. Their eyes were on the plant. 

Had they been waiting there long? Waiting for the store to open, or…?

As he flicked the lights on - having decided he could now afford to with regular customers - and opened the door. The customers eagerly poured in and surrounded the plant, admiring it and commenting endlessly on its unique majesty. 

“Can I… help anyone?” Wayne offered from behind them, feeling somewhat upstaged. 

“Oh, yes,” said Mrs Jenkins, who had become one of their more lucrative customers, “how much of that special purple aloe cream do you have?” 

He stared straight past her to the plant by the window as its thick, plush lips curled into a grin, and parted with a gentle moan in his direction. 

This was going to be a long day. 

*****

Having at last cleared the morning rush, Wayne was about to get to his chores when Darlene arrived. More than an hour late, Wayne would normally have had reason to ask her about it, but she beat him to it. 

“I can’t take it anymore Wayne.” She huffed as she barged in, her voice echoing through the shop. 

Wayne didn’t say anything. He rested his arms on the counter and listened, certain she would regail him regardless. 

“Flynn is just… you wouldn’t believe what happened last night.” 

She took a deep breath of the sweet scented air and sighed, resting next to the plant. Her ample breasts pooled atop the glass within her grey knitted sweater. Wayne felt a pang of arousal in spite of his best efforts to ignore it. Now he had two sultry temptresses in his midst, he realised with a wince.

“He’s insatiable. I love him, Wayne, but he’s just so… virile.”

Her eyes sparkled with frustration, but her demeanour spoke otherwise. She seemed to sway in place, her hips dancing to an unseen tune as she spoke. 

“Every night it’s the same routine. He rides that dumb motorbike, comes home, we eat dinner, we laugh, and then all of a sudden…” she trailed off for a moment, takin a deep breath as she inhaled the sweet, heavy scent emanating from the plant. “Before I know it, we’re on the bed and he’s just a wild animal…”

Wayne struggled to push the mental image of the pair of them in bed together from his mind, and failed. His cock lurched in his pants, still tingling with the after effects of days of constant mind-blowing orgasms. The plant’s petals quivered slightly, as if it too were listening in rapt attention. 

“Oh God, sometimes it’s… hours. Hours before we’re finished.” 

Her cheeks flushed as her voice lost its confidence, and she couldn’t help but subtly rub her thighs together. She took a deep breath of the plant’s scent as it grew stronger, the air thickening with a musky sweetness that seemed to coil around them both. The plant’s lips parted ever so slightly, and its tongue ran along its lips, coating them in glistening sweetness. 

Wayne choked slightly as it did so, trying not to let his thoughts drift back to how he had similarly spent hours in bed with a seemingly equally insatiable partner the night before. 

“Well, that’s why I’m late.” She said at last, shaking off the spell of her recollection. 

Her demeanour had entirely changed. She had arrived so full of bluster, upset about her life and boyfriend and the endless sexual demands, but now seemed… relaxed. Content. Wayne wanted to comment but was too distracted by the sound of his cock thudding against the underside of the counter as it tented out his pants. 

“Oh right, the plant! Has it been bringing in customers?” Darlene leaned in to give it a closer look, taking another deep breath and sighing happily, her worries seemingly entirely forgotten. 

Opening the register Wayne produced a stack of cash in response, but spoke up when he realised Darlene wasn’t looking at him - she was preoccupied with the plant. 

“240 so far today already.” He clarified. 

“That’s great!” Darlene said, sounding genuinely delighted, but not taking here eyes off of the shrub which swayed just inches from her face. “It’s so huge now… So… big.”

One of the plant’s vines rose up in front of her eyes at her words, a thick, bulging vine that swayed like a serpent. Slowly it waved back and forth, and Darlene’s head began to subtly follow along. 

“Yeah it’s responding well to… uh… the new feed.”

“I’m glad you found something it likes. I’d hate to see this poor thing go hungry.” She cooed softly, gently biting her thumb. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Well we have a lot to do today.” Wayne said, gritting his teeth as he saw Darlene’s thick ass begin to sway back and forth directly in his line of sight. 

“Mmmmh… yeah…” Darlene murmured. “Lots of work to do.”

Her hand slid to her hip, her thumb idly stroking the the fabric of her skirt. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes glazed over slightly. 

“I’ve got to get started on chores, can you man the counter?” Wayne asked, a little louder.

Darlene snapped out of it, blinking, and turned. She pulled her fingers from the inside of her skirt without even realising they’d been there. She strolled to the back of the counter as Wayne lifted the old iron watering can he’d filled the night before. 

Normally Wayne found watering the countless plants in the store to be a task that brought him solace. It was almost meditative. In his own quaint way it reminded him of zen gardens he’d read about in magazines. 

Yet now as he stalked around the shop, his thick cock slapping gently against his inner thigh with each step, what had once been an escape had taken on a far more erotic edge. As he showered each plant he tried to ignore the breathy sighs Darlene was making as she no doubt reminisced about the night before. 

As he watered each fern and shrub, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the plant behind him staring, boring into the back of his head as it observed him. It was a silent temptress, an obsession he simply couldn’t shake. 

For a moment he considered telling Darlene about the plant; how it had spoken to him. However he also knew that the conversation wouldn’t end there. He knew he’d have to explain everything else that had been going on, and precisely how the plant had grown so large so quickly…

One by one customers came and went. At one point Darlene excitedly rushed over to show him an envelope filled with cash. 

“That’s the first time we’ve ever filled one in a single day!” She shook it excitedly before heading into the store room to drop it in the safe. 

Wayne blinked. A thousand dollars in a single day. That had to be the best sales they’d ever done. 

A customer was loitering around the door, fascinating over the plant which seemed all too happy to have an admirer. The man looked to his watch, then back to the plant, and begrudgingly exited the store. 

Alone at last, Wayne realised there was one plant left he hadn’t watered. 

“You do need water, right?” He asked quietly, not sure he wanted Darlene to know he was talking to plants, whether they talked back or not. 

The plant didn’t answer, instead it licked its lips in an utterly lascivious manner. The answer was clear - it wasn’t water it needed. 

His breath hitched. The scent grew stronger, enveloping him in an intoxicating aroma. He couldn’t shake the memory of its lips milking him, soft as silk. A drop of purple nectar dripped from its lips and landed upon the table below, and Wayne half expected it to sizzle. 

Wayne took a step closer, eyes glazed with lust. Its lips quivered slightly as it stretched its bulb out towards his crotch, and he could feel the heat and moisture radiating from its parted lips. Delicately he reached out, stroking the bulb as its lips gently kissed his fingertip before parting to reveal the slick, velvety interior that evidently yearned to feel him inside it once more. 

Those absurdly thick purple lips guided him like a beacon, the hypnotic sway of the plant beckoning him forth, and making his cock throb demandingly against the waistband of his trousers - demanding it be let loose to give the plant what it wanted. 

Darlene’s hand on his shoulder made him jump. His chest was heaving, and not just from the fright. He’d been breathing deeply, raggedly, without noticing. 

“Oh gosh I’m sorry Wayne, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“S’fine.” He mumbled, smiling a bit too forcefully to reassure her, deliberately not turning fully to disguise the massive erection he felt throbbing against his stomach, the rigid flesh hot like molten iron against his skin.

******

The rest of that long friday passed in a blur. Customers interspersed with mundane tasks. Repotting and replanting, watering again. Wayne was distracted all throughout, of course, by the devilish grin of the plant. Every time he looked its way the plant seemed to be following him, constantly taunting him with the promise of indescribable pleasure. 

It licked its lips playfully, as if to say “I’m waiting for you.”

The plant’s slickened lips glistened in the soft glow of the setting sun, shimmering with the promise of untold pleasure. Wayne struggled not to hyperventilate as he watched the minutes tick down. Closing time was soon. The moment Darlene left he could-

“Oh honey!” Came the call of a man Wayne knew all too well from the doorway. 

Flynn stepped in, leather jacket encircling his broad shoulders. He grinned to Wayne and sauntered inside. 

“Hey buddy, have you seen a beautiful woman around here? She’s about this tall and so pretty it makes you want to cry?”

“Oh knock it off.” Darlene said as she exited the back room, stifling a grin. 

“Well if it isn’t the most beautiful flower in the shop. I’ll take one please.” He smirked at that, and Wayne bit his tongue.

“Come on honey we’ve got a lot planned for tonight.”

“Plans? But I thought you wanted to go straight home?” Darlene asked. 

“I do.” Wayne said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pressing his forehead to hers, chuckling. “That’s where I have a lot planned.”

Wayne turned away so they wouldn’t see the look on his face, but he could still see them reflected in the window. Flynn was none-too-subtly grinding against her as he spoke. 

“Hey Darlin’ Darlene… Care to go for a ride?”

“Flynn!” Darlene scoffed, half-heartedly pushing away. 

There was a pause then.

“So, this is the new plant you talked about huh?”

Wayne spun back to see Flynn now bent over, resting his hands on the table as he scrutinized the plant. 

“That’s one heck of a mouth.” He commented, chuckling, but his usual levity was just a little bit stilted. 

“Yeah, it’s been bringing in so many customers Wayne and I have been rushed off our feet all day!”

“Well you know I’m not really into plants, but this one really is… well it’s beautiful.” Flynn said a little softer. “Is it for sale?”

Wayne’s blood was boiling. It was bad enough he had to watch the guy licking the neck of the woman he loved before dragging her home for endless sex. Now he was after the plant, too.

“Nah we could never sell it, it’s way too valuable bringing people in.” Darlene answered when Wayne couldn’t bring himself to answer. 

“That’s a shame…” Flynn noted, and made to stand up, but faltered as he took another deep breath. “This thing really is incredible…”

Darlene noticed his fascination too now, and shook his shoulder gently. 

“Weren’t we headed home?”

Flynn nodded, not really listening, but didn’t put up much fight as Darlene guided him to the door. Wayne waved them out, although he noticed that Flynn couldn’t take his eyes off the plant as they left. 

Wayne felt his shoulders twitch and throb with the ache of the tension he was carrying. Heat coated his neck in prickly sweat as he locked the door behind them. 

It was officially the weekend. He wouldn’t see Darlene again until monday morning. 

He pulled over a chair and sat down by the plant which, bemusedly, grinned at him. He sighed, breathing deeply, and felt his anger slowly simmering as if every breath were sapping a little of his anger away. 

The long day of potted plants and gardening tips was done. Yet now he faced an issue. Every day the plant grew heavier, and it was getting more and more difficult to carry it up and down to his apartment. It had been hard enough to get the plant downstairs into the store this morning, and now he doubted he could get it back up. 

“I guess you’ll have to stay here from now on.” He mused. 

Yet as he looked up, he saw Flynn on his motorbike with Darlene on the back. The leather-jacketed jock was staring through the window of the Garden of Eden, not at Wayne, but at the plant. Darlene urged him with a little shove and they took off slowly into the night. 

“Everybody’s obsessed with you.” Wayne noted. 

He marveled for a while at the plant’s velvety, plush lips, and how they moved with a fluidity that seemed both human and thoroughly inhuman all at once. Sensing his interest it’s tongue gently lapped at its lips, passing over them and leaving a slick trail of purple saliva in its wake.

“You need a name, I think.”

The plant’s smile was unwavering. Wayne imagined the feeling of plunging his cock into those silky depths once more, unleashing rope after rope of cum. Naturally, his mind came to an obvious conclusion. 

“Darlene’s a good name.” He whispered, as he gently stroked a finger over her pillowy lips, marvelling at their sheer sexual softness. “Darlene Two.” He added with a chuckle.

Looking up for a moment he saw two women staring through the window as he did so, ogling him as if voyeurs to some lurid affair - which was far from untrue, not that he’d admit so. A third woman knocked upon the now-locked door. 

“Sorry, we’re closed.” 

Wayne said it loud enough they must have heard him through the glass, but didn’t seem fazed. 

“We’re closed.” He said, louder. 

After a little while the three seemed to get the message and slowly slinked away. 

“I guess I can’t leave you here either.” He said, more to himself than Darlene Two. “What if someone were to…”

He felt a bolt of fear pass through him at the possibility of not seeing Darlene Two again. Of never feeling it’s silky, velvety lips wrapped around his…

“I guess that only leaves one option.”

Grunting with effort, he hefted Darlene Two up against his chest and staggered down the stairs to the basement where he’d first found it. It lazily dragged its tongue down his cheek, cupping under his chin like a finger before lavishly lapping at his neck - leaving a trail of that inky purple slime behind it. 

Shivering with arousal at the touch of that fleshy organ once more, he nearly stumbled down the last few steps. He took a small pen knife and slashed open three sacks of soil and dumped them in the nearest corner atop the flagstones. Then he lowered Darlene Two until she was flush with the earth beneath and sat back to admire his handiwork. 

His cock twitched as he watched it’s glistening lips purse, as if beckoning him. However, he was exhausted. It had been a long day. For once he wanted to go to bed without enduring several stomach-cramping orgasms first. He banged his fist on the wall gently, as if to convince himself, and turned back toward the stairs. 

“Feed me.” Came the sultry voice of a siren from beyond the stars. 

Trying to ignore it, he made his way towards the beam of light that reached out to him.

“Feed me.” 

He rested his hand on the wall, panting, as his cock throbbed in response to its words. His traitorous cock knew exactly what they meant. Exhaustion ebbed away as his libido roared to life, fuelled by an entire day of fantasizing about this very moment. 

“FEED. ME.”

Her voice echoed in his mind as if it were bouncing off the walls. Wayne felt himself turning to look back at it. 

“Feeeeeeeed meeeeeeee…” 

Her voice was now a pitiful wail, a desperate cry. With a pang of regret, he stepped back towards Darlene Two, then stopped one more, warring thoughts raging in his mind. Yet his cock throbbed painfully, his balls churning with an entire day’s worth of unspent frustration. Having just watched Flynn and Darlene trying to devour each other before his eyes, all he could think about now was, well, something far from the wholesome friendship he feigned with Darlene. 

Just once. Just one time. To take the edge off, he told himself. 

He slowly unbuckled his pants and his cock roared free of its confines, throbbing in mid air and radiating heat. Pulling over a chair, he sat down directly in front of Darlene Two in her new home.

Darlene Two’s lips quivered. He found himself leaning in closer, reaching out to touch them again. He couldn’t believe how soft they were, a velvety smooth sensation that made his cock leak with need. He couldn’t resist it. Wayne had to feel it again. 

With a resigned sigh Wayne guided Darlene Two’s bulb to his cock, and it eagerly obliged. It’s lips wrapped around his now thoroughly engorged cock with earnest and drew him in, slurping and sucking until it’s lips had suckled their way down to the base. He groaned in blissful satisfaction and finally feeling something on his cock again as Darlene Two began to suck in earnest. 

She was intense, moving like a thing possessed as her insatiable mouth never tired. Her tongue flicked and swirled with maddening, mesmerizing precision. The walls of her mouth contracted around him, creating a tight, wet, velvety smooth sheath that pulsed with an entirely unnatural nature.

Wayne lost himself to the symphony of sensation as Darlene Two sucked ferociously, and he thrust his hips into her mouth as if he were making love to the woman he had loved since they first met. The woman he dreamed at night about. 

He frowned. No, the woman in his dreams… that wasn’t Darlene. He dreamed of someone more motherly. In his dreams she was different. Bigger. Thicker. Taller. 

The air was thick and cloying with Darlene Two’s scent now, it coated his throat as he breathed it in. Her leaves fluttered in ticklish dances across his skin, coaxing and teasing him as he mated with her mouth, rutting like an animal in heat. 

His orgasm built and built as her mouth grew warmer, the suction more intense, as if she were trying to suck the very essence from him into those merciless lips. 

Wayne was dimly aware of feeling inch thick vines, soft but firm as steel cables, wrapping around his ankles and pinning him to the chair, and then binding his wrists behind him. Another vine gently encircled his throat like the caress of a lover, ensuring he was comfortable right where he was and wouldn’t be going anywhere. Yet he barely noticed, the sensual touches only adding to his arousal. 

The world outside of Darlene Two’s embrace grew distant, a fuzzy blur of green leaves was all he saw. The only thing that mattered to him were the honey-slick lips which were sucking him for all they were worth. He felt his legs twitch and spasm, and had he not been pinned firmly to the chair by vines he would no doubt have fallen to the floor, losing all control of himself. 

His cock jetted forth rope after rope of his cum, leaving him unable to breathe has his body finally freed itself of its heavy burden. After hours of nonstop sexual torment his waiting was at an end. A vine encircled the base of his cock and slid up and down the slickened length, milking him as if he were a cow. His knees buckled, his chest heaved, and his vision went white as the intensity of his climax peaked. She drank down everything he had to give and more, endlessly thirsty for his cum. 

Wayne’s head rolled back against the backrest of his chair as he slowly recovered from an orgasm so intense he was still seeing stars. There he saw the light from the staircase slowly grow dim as a green vine closed the door. 

He wasn’t going anywhere. 

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Chapter 5

Wayne felt coolness under his back, and all around him, firm but forgiving flesh. Around his waist, his ankles, his wrists, his shoulders, his whole body was supported on a bed of thick green vines. 

The room was dimly lit, and his body flinched at the touch of a droplet of purple dew that fell from the massive petals enclosing the roof above him. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of the sweet nectar of the plant and the musk of sex that seemed to permeate every surface and thicken the air. 

The last thing Wayne remembered was bringing Darlene Two down to the basement. He wasn’t sure when that had been, or how long he’d been here. He dimly remembered having woken up before, still here in the basement… so why was he still here? Why hadn’t he left? 

His thoughts were a mess, like a hundred strings knotted together. 

Wayne’s cock throbbed, ached, and he reached down to grasp it… only to feel his wrists tugging gently on their restraints. He squirmed slightly, feeling his every joint subdued and bound. 

His movement seemed to inspire movement of its own from the plant. Darlene Two’s plant bulb loomed down above him from the darkness of the basement. It hovered above him and he suddenly became aware of just how large it had grown, how large it had become. 

In a mix of horror and utter lurid fascination, he watched as it’s utterly massive lips curled into a smile. It had to be a meter wide now, and those lips were as thick as thumbs. . Slowly her lips parted, revealing the soft and velvety purple depths within. Strings of purple slime connected them, curling and breaking to drip onto his body, leaving his skin tingling everywhere it landed. 

The vines around him tightened, and his abdomen was lifted into the air, bending his body slightly to give Darlene Two better access to his cock. A vine slithered down, tracing a path along his chest like the touch of a lover, before it curled around the base of his cock and began to stroke it gently. 

Suddenly he felt so small in comparison. This thing had grown so large. If it got much bigger, then surely he would but a tiny morsel for this colossal plant. Maybe it eventually planned to eat him whole rather than settle for its sexual feedings…

Yet the tenderness of its touch reassured him. No, man-eating plants were the stuff of fiction. That was ridiculous. Though was it more ridiculous than plants that had sex with people? 

As the vine stroked, lubricated by a steady flow of the plant’s purple saliva, Wayne stared in awe as his cock throbbed and stiffened, and then rose. Then, with horror, he saw it keep rising and rising. A mass of flesh easily nine inches long now protruded proudly into the hot breathy air directly in front of Darlene Two’s lips. 

How? How had it grown so big? It was nearly double the size it had been when he’d come down here. Darlene Two’s wet tongue slithered out to engulf the head of his cock, a mast of flesh now so thick he wouldn’t have been able to fit his fingers around it even if they had been free. 

She was savouring his cock, tasting it, learning the taste of his lust. Her tongue danced and played, swirling around his shaft. She delighted at licking from base to tip - only to lap up the precum that pooled there, before repeating the process in a torturous game. Then she would retreat her tongue back down to the base of his cock, exploring the sensitive spot beneath his head. 

He could practically feel the plant’s hunger through the way she so primally licked and smooched at his cock, yet she was holding back. 

Wayne felt his balls sagging now, heavy and weighty. Craning his neck up he saw to his shock that they had grown even more. They were like two apples in a silky purse, skin stretched taut across them due to their sheer size. 

Panicking, Wayne began to pant quickly, realising just how much his body was changing because of the plant. He stared down in horror at the purple, gel-like saliva, tiny pools of which now clung to his chest. Then he looked at his cock, now practically soaking in the stuff as Darlene Two ensured to slather every inch of his cock with it. 

“No, please…” he murmured weakly. 

Darlene Two didn’t miss a beat, ‘looking’ up at him with a smug smile before a vine encircled his lips, pressing against them and slowly filling his mouth. 

He groaned around it in frustration, but soon felt a trickle of something warm and sweet against his tongue. 

Oh god… he thought, she’s feeding me that stuff too.

Soon, though, his worries were replaced with frustration. Why was Darlene Two holding back? Why did she keep tightening his restraints, but not dive in for the kill? Her lips came tantalisingly close to his cock, brushing against the tip or delicately suckling it to savour the precum flowing freely now and mixing with her purple lubrications, but never sank down, never began to suck in earnest. 

Was she enjoying teasing him like this? Was this a game to her, or was she simply trying to emphasize her control over him now? 

At long last she pulled back, having sculpted his cock for heavens knew how long with her purple slimy tongue to full hardness. It was throbbing desperately with need, bouncing along with his staccato heartbeat in the air. 

“Give in.” She whispered to him. 

Another vine, leaking purple nectar began to gently circle the head of his cock, polishing it again and again, dribbling an endless stream of that slime. Her vine moved with such delicacy, such precision, that it was almost hypnotic. Her tongue teased him, tracing the contours of the veins on his cock, driving him into a frenzy of arousal. 

Wayne gritted his teeth, realising what she wanted. She wanted him to want it. She wanted him to surrender to her. 

Softly, delicately, she pursed her lips and kissed just the tip of his cock, sucking the precum from it. She smooched it again, and again, every time ensuring her slick lips encompassed just the tip of his cock - ever so maddeningly. 

All had to do was thrust forwards, plunge his cock into her lips… but then, he’d just be trapped here until she released him, whenever that would be. If she ever would release him. 

The vine around the base of his cock began to glacially slowly slide up to just beneath his head, and once it got there, began to ever so slowly slip up over the ridge of his glans and then back down, over and over, as her lips continued their gentle kisses on his tip. 

It was simply too much for him to handle. Eventually, his resistance snapped. With a feral growl, he bucked his hips violently, plunging them into the slick wetness of her mouth. Only now did those voluptuous purple lips at last part and engulf his cock completely. 

Wayne’s vision went white from the sheer sensation of so much sensitive flesh being so thoroughly devoured at once. He choked on his own breath until she slowly dragged her lips back up, savouring every inch of his flesh before sinking back down luxuriously. 

It was like sinking into a warm, wet heaven that suckled ferociously, both terrifying and intoxicating. 

Her lips were simply divine, slick and soft, squeezing around his cock with the eagerness of a girl desperate to please her lover, yet with such skill that it spoke to truly countless aeons of experience at doing precisely this. 

Wayne felt the muscles in her mouth contracting around his cock, pleasure rippling through him as she rhythmically bobbed up and down, drawing her tongue along the underside of his cock with each pass and pressing in to milk him as thoroughly as possible. 

The vines grew ever tighter, never enough to hurt but just enough to ensure he was utterly helpless and immobilized. She didn’t want her food source going anywhere. Her lover. Her prey. 

She could sense his impending orgasm, teasing the frenulum of his cock for a moment as if gauging its proximity, before going back to the unholy milking motions which were making him writhe and scream into the vine gagging his moans. 

His cock pulsed with need, his hips bucking and thrusting what little she would allow him to move to meet her lips each time. Her lips slid down his shaft, taking him in as deeply as he could go within the wet, slippery cavern of her mouth. Its heat was intense, and her mouth felt like it was liquifying around him. 

Each stroke of her lips on his cock was a masterful blend of pressure and release, a symphonic dance that was designed to demolish his self control and bring him irresistibly to orgasm. The pleasure was so intense he couldn’t register any other sensation. He was simply lost in a sea of sensation, a puppet on her strings, both figuratively and literally. 

At long last, with a trumphant growl, she sank ferociously down his cock and began to move at blistering speed. Her thick, wet lips smacked into his body again and again, leaving stringy slimy trails between him and her mouth, only for her to collapse down upon him again and squish her thick lips against him. 

Her throat contracted and created a suction that could suck the soul from him. Every muscle in his body tensed for what was to come. His orgasm had his whole body wired, ready to snap. His cock throbbed even more, straining at her lips as they mercilessly sucked at him. 

She was hungry. She would feed. He would feed her. He would cum. 

Utterly powerless to resist, Wayne felt the first cresting of his orgasm as an almost painful burn, cum erupting from his now massively engorged cock into the depths of Darlene Two’s mouth. 

Her milking suddenly became all the more intense, ensuring to maximise the cum he produced for her by utterly overstimulating him. Her tongue moved in a frenetic dance as her lips squeezed as tightly as their pillowy, slick softness would allow around him. 

Wayne’s orgasm never waned, it merely rose and rose in intensity until he was shuddering in panic. Only after a solid minute of constant ejaculation, Darlene Two’s vine vigorously milking his cock into her awaiting lips for the last drops, did he collapse back into the embrace of her vines. 

His cock was still hard, aftershocks throbbing through it and making his whole body twitch. As she delicately caressed his exhausted body, he felt drowsiness returning. 

Some part of him realised what was happening. She was only waking him to feed, then exhausting him back to sleep. Over and over, and endless cycle. How long had he been here? How long would he be here? 

Those questions faded into darkness as sleep consumed him. 

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Wayne dreamed. Drifted in and out of awareness. His consciousness floated through an abyss of velvety darkness, a cocoon of warmth and wetness. He felt weightless, his body adrift in a sea of simultaneous overwhelming sensation and total sensory deprivation. It felt like being in the womb of some vast creature, surrounded by the soft caress of its insides.

Gentle lapping of liquid against his skin seemed to come from all sides, the occasional pressure stroking him from his shoulders to his toes. The darkness was a seductive balm that seemed to melt away his fears and worries. 

He felt good. He felt pleasure. He was happy.

The fear of his predicament washed away. All his concerns dissolved in the warmth that wrapped around him so effortlessly. 

A figure coalesced from the shadows. At first it was hard to even pinpoint in his hazy view where its figure began and the shadows ended, like seeing through mist and smoke. Yet the figure grew more familiar as it approached him, floating soundlessly through the void. 

“Wayne…” Darlene whispered. 

It was Darlene, but not as he knew her. She had grown. Her body was rounded, soft, her eyes filled with a gentle and nurturing warmth. 

This new Darlene had a hand outstretched toward him as she grew closer. Her curves seemed to grow the closer she came. Her hips swelled to unrealistic proportions, her breasts filling until they obscured most of her body. Yet this Darlene’s hair wasn’t red, no… it was darkening to a shade of purple. Her skin… her skin was changing too. It was becoming a deeper shade… of green. 

She held her other hand to her mouth, purple nectar coating her fingers and glowing in the gloom. With a purse of her lips, this new Darlene blew him a kiss, and a fine, shimmering mist clouded his head. 

He could only stare as Darlene’s body grew and grew, swelling to impossible proportions. Her breasts swelled until they became the very horizon, her vast areolae plains of purple flesh with mountainous nipples which threatened to erupt with the molten purple nectar of her form. 

The darkness revealed a different world. A changed world. A landscape of endless foliage and verdant life. Buildings were encrusted in vines, streets cracked and cars lay abandoned, their doors bent open from where the occupants had been removed one by one. The cities themselves had buckled under the sheer power of her coming. 

The air was filled with the scent and sounds of sex, distant moaning and cries of a hundred thousand unseen figures rapt in ecstasy. 

They had come. They had risen and taken the Earth for their own. They had spread and multiplied. Massive plant pods atop hundreds of thick vines stalked the streets, and within each was the voluptuous form of… the woman from his dreams. Darlene. Each looked like her but none was quite the same. Yet all had those same, thick, purple luscious lips, which whispered soundlessly - but promised an eternity of bliss and unending pleasure. 

Moving with a grace that seemed impossible for their unnatural, bloated, fleshy forms, they flowed across the landscape like a tide of unstoppable love and desire. Their eyes were fixed on their prey, fleeing before them, being scooped up one by one into their new Mommy’s embrace. 

All except the woman he had seen before, who now floated just before him, holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to watch. 

One by one men were captured, taken into a pod and enslaved to the Mommy within. Her massive breasts smothering the male in her clutches. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the very earth trembled in their wake. The planet would be theirs. Reality would bend to their will. 

He watched as men were milked. Their new Mommies ensuring to smother them with pleasure as irresistible as their bodies. They grew, and grew, and spread, and multiplied. The last he saw as his vision darkened was a sea of pods, all sealed, and within the last of humanity was imprisoned - doomed to an eternity of ecstatic, orgasmic servitude. 

Civilization ended, and the suckling began. Then it faded to darkness once again. 

All that remained was the new Darlene, her hand around his neck, smiling. 

“Mommy is here, Wayne. Wake up.”

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Chapter 6

Wayne winced in discomfort as his eyes slowly worked themselves open. Just like before, first thing he felt was coolness beneath him, but the air around him felt… hot. Moist. Every breath he took felt slightly laboured, the humidity making it difficult to draw in the air he needed. The scent of moist earth invaded his senses as he lifted himself up onto his elbows.

This time, however, he wasn’t bound. He could move freely. The only light came from a soft pulsing glow, but he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It would momentarily light the room just enough for Wayne to see before dimming, then pulsing once more, rhythmically, like a slow heartbeat. 

He pressed his hand to the ground and felt it was soft and forgiving, pliable, as if the floor were made of velvet. As he moved he felt the ground beneath him shifting slightly, giving way, and he nearly collapsed back to the ground. 

Experimentally, he pressed his hands down and felt them sink into loose, damp earth. All around him, in fact, the entire basement floor had been bedded with soil. He, however, was laid atop something smooth and silky that felt almost fuzzy to the touch. 

Straining to keep his eyes open as the gentle purple light pulsed and glowed, he realised it was a leaf. One single gigantic leaf, sprouting from a dark green vine which protruded through the earth like a giant tree root. The vine shifted, and once again he felt the ground beneath him move again. Following it with his eyes, he at last was able to take in the massive object that now occupied half of the basement. 

That was where the light was coming from. Every throb of the vine, pulsing with energy, was met with a gentle purple pulse of light from the gigantic bulk, lighting up the entire room. 

Wayne fell to his side, now facing it, and as the glow grew brighter he took in what he was seeing. Like a gigantic rose bud, overlapping layers of leaves and petals curved upwards from the ground, perched upon a stalk nearly three meters thick. Vines spread out throughout the basement, having anchored themselves into the ground, the walls, everything. 

A gentle waft of sweet scented air passed over him as, to his shock, he saw the entire massive blossom compress together. The gentle breeze came with a delicate, musical sound like a contented sigh. 

Then it all stopped. No light. No movement. No sound. 

For a minute, maybe longer, Wayne couldn’t tell how long he sat there in total darkness, the sound of his heartbeat and frightened breath all he could hear. 

Then with a wet creak, like wood bending, the light returned. Slowly, ominously, the massive leaves and petals began to unpeel themselves one by one. Dark, deep purple plant matter exposed itself as the leaves peeled apart, connected by thick, gooey, stringy strands. The light seemed now to be glowing now not all around him, but coming from within the centre of that almighty blossom. 

Brighter and brighter that purple glow grew until, at last, the final petal slowly curled away to reveal… 

Wayne blinked in utter amazement. It was a woman. 

A woman he knew. 

The woman from his dreams. 

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Darlene Two ran a hand through her long, purple hair as it cascaded down across her shoulders and came to rest at the edge of the flower pod she was stood within. The pod itself stretched from the floor to the ceiling of the massive underground cellar, and she standing within it had to be easily nine feet tall, perhaps more. From his position, prostrate upon the ground, it was hard to tell. 

Her breasts were simply massive. Those monumental globes were the epitome of voluptuousness. They jiggled ever so slightly with even the tiniest movements she made, and their ripples made it seem almost as if she were moving in slow motion. They were an utterly hypntoic spectacle of gravity-defying beauty. Smooth green skin ended in bright purple nipples that looked obscenely engorged, surrounded by areolae the size of dinner plates. They were so vast that the very fabric of the purple flower that had encased her had been reshaped by their presence, bulging outwards within the purple petals that formed her boudoir. Whenever she moved, the sheer mass of her breasts would cause the entire flower to sway slightly. 

Each was so vast that they alone could have easily cradled an entire human body, and as they pressed together in an incomprehensible cleavage, those pillowy soft mounds of plant-flesh threatened to swallow whole any who ventured too close. The very air around them seemed to quiver in anticipation. As Wayne stared in awe at the crevice between her warm, colossal tits, remembering his dream and how it had felt for his face to sink into them and become lost in that sea of softness. 

The rest of her was no less impressive. Indeed every part of her rippled and jiggled with unbelievable softness, signalling the true extent of her unbridled sexuality. Her belly was a plump dome of emerald flesh, a potent and magnetic image of fertility. Her waist swelled outwards until it was almost as broad as her immense bust, with soft and pliable thighs that begged to be touched and which squished together deliciously. Yet beneath the soft flesh he could tell was immense strength, no doubt needed to keep her immense bulk upright. 

Yet what drew Wayne’s gaze most was the fleshy, fatty mound of her mons, which practically bulged from between her already blossoming thighs. Her lips were a rich shade of royal purple, thick and juicy, and they seemed to pulse with the same vitality as the whole plant had just moments before. The petals of her flower were plump and overripe, glistening with perspiration and moisture. Her folds were slick with the same slimy purple dew that coated the interior of her pod, and from where he now realised the substance came. 

As he slowly and unsteadily got to his feet Wayne could see that around her was a pool of that same thick, purple secretion that came up to her knees. Beneath the surface he could only venture a guess as to what he would see. Was she a part of the plant, or merely residing within it? 

The sweet air became even more difficult to breathe, cloying and thick as the interior of her blossom was exposed to the air. Each breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of her essence. 

Last of all, as he looked up, he at last saw her face. The face from his dreams which until now he couldn’t bring into focus. She looked just like Darlene. Only… 

Only that Darlene Two, having grown and bloomed to full size at last, was so much more of a woman than Darlene could ever be. The moment he saw those lips, those same swollen purple lips which had now enveloped his cock so many times and sucked the very life from him, he remembered being rendered little more than a mindless husk under their power. They pressed together now in such a tantalising way, an all at once innocent yet obscenely tempting pout. They formed the very gateway to carnality from which no mere mortal could return. 

Yet Darlene Two was was no mere plant anymore. 

She stared at him in earnest and he was lost in her beautiful, terrifying eyes. Deep and rich like the radiant colours of the evening sky, glistening with the sparks of the cosmos. Within those purple orbs galaxies swirled, stars collided, worlds were born and died in a silent ecstasy. They drew him in as even her irresistible body could not. They were the eyes of a creature that had seen far more than a mortal could glimpse without instantly falling to utter madness. They had seen the secrets of the universe, they looked upon the language of the stars and whispers of the winds with equal understanding and disdain. 

They were eyes that could pierce one’s very soul, and see to the heart of man - as they did now. 

“Wayne…” 

Her voice was like the softest caress of the late summer breeze, deftly stroking your cheek on a hot night. 

“You have done so much for me, Wayne. I love you.”

As she spoke her voice seemed to resonate through the air itself, to have no beginning or end. It was hard to tell when her voice began and when it stopped. A soothing tone that was like the twinkling melody of nature. 

She reached her arms out, massive breasts bouncing freely as she did so in a way that made his head swim, as all the blood in his body rushed southwards. 

In fact, his knees grew weak as he felt his cock grow stiffer and stiffer. He looked down in shock to see just how large his member had grown. For however long Wayne had been down here her juices had been soaking into him all this time. Now his cock was as thick as his forearm and just as long, throbbing with a dull, needy ache at the sight of Darlene Two’s body. 

Wayne felt utterly consumed just by being in the same room as this living, breathing sex goddess. She was the very embodiment of lust made manifest. 

Darlene Two deftly stroked her fingers across her curves, emphasising their sheer softness, the forgiving plush flesh and silky skin. With every little motion her massive breasts were sent jiggling in ways that mortal flesh simply couldn’t, and physics said they shouldn’t. Similarly, her massive thighs quivered, and Wayne could only imagine how heavenly it would feel to be wrapped in them. Of course, between them her bloated and fatty mons was leaking a steady stream of the viscous arousal she’d been feeding him all this time, soaking her thighs and pooling around her feet. 

“Come, Wayne. Join me.” She whispered.

Wayne staggered slowly closer, utterly mesmerised. 

“I know what it is you desire. I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and then everything your mind can’t even imagine.”

Wayne’s mind was a jumbled mess. The blooming vision before him made it so hard to think. 

“You have given me everything, Wayne. Let me give you what you want. What you need.”

Yet deep down he was torn apart by guilt.

He loved Darlene. He’d loved her from the day they’d met. His sweet colleage from the shop above, the girl who had been by his side all these years, sharing in every mundane moment of their dull yet comforting routine. The girl whose touch he had longed for, and whose smile had brought his heart still every time he saw it. 

Darlene Two’s smile now was like a sexual parody of the original. Twisted, thick lips pressing together in ways that sent the adolescent part of his mind berserk with sexual desire. A smug, knowing grin. The same one she had worn from the moment Wayne had first breathed in her scent. 

“I… can’t.”

“Can’t what, sweet thing?” Darlene Two asked with faux sincerity, her voice a crooning pout. 

“Darlene. I love her.” 

“Oh, sweet boy. I know that.” She said softly, hushing him. “Come here.”

Her finger curled in the air before her, beckoning him like a siren’s song, and he slowly stepped towards her. 

“Come to me.” Darlene Two urged him, her vines slowly closing in behind him, leaving him nowhere to turn back to. 

“B-but-” he murmured, but didn’t finish the thought. 

His massive cock throbbed to attention as he grew closer, and each moist, sickly sweet breath filled his lungs. Her hands beckoned to him, stroking in the air as if reeling in an invisible leash around his cock. 

Wayne whimpered defeatedly. He wasn’t sure why any of this was happening. He wasn’t sure how he had wound up like this. His whole world had been inverted and everything had come crashing to the floor. 

Right and wrong, love, passion, everything was just too much for him. It was too big, the emotions swirling in his head just too overwhelming for him to cope with. 

He took a step onto one of the massive petals that had unfolded and felt the silky soft purple flesh within, slick but not slippery - a little sticky actually. His mind was focusing on mundanities, unable to contend with the sheer absurdity of it all. Her hand found his and their fingers entwined. 

“Come here, my sweet baby boy.” She cooed softly, her slick, slimy digits closing around his with the softness of a mother’s love. “Come tell me all about it.”

Wayne knew on some level that none of this was right. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, any of this. He should be feeling a hundred things, but one by one those feelings were melting away as he grew closer to her. He knew he wasn’t in his right mind - but that didn’t help him know the right way his mind should be. 

He took another step, both feet on the leaf now as he took her other hand in his. Her massive form overshadowed him quite literally, as she blocked out what little light was left. Even as he stepped up the slope of the unfurled leaves around her he was simply getting closer, with no chance of ever meeting her height. As he stepped up to the top ridge, just above the pool of purple slime which loomed below, his face barely came up to level with her breasts. 

With every shaky step he took, she supported him with her hands, holding his and keeping him upright. The sheer strength he felt in them was soothing, yet he couldn’t help but be worried. This creature, this woman… she was so huge. So strong. If she wanted to she could snap him like a twig. Yet as he breathed in the syrupy, honeyed air of her emanating sex, such worries evaporated. He felt his shoulders relax, releasing a lifetime of tension with a shuddering sigh.

“There we go… good boy…” she whispered reassuringly. “One last step, into my arms…”

Now Darlene two wrapped one arm behind his back and, with gentle pressure, pulled him towards her. Vivid, soft, slickened green flesh filled his view as he looked down with momentary panic. 

Sensing this, Darlene Two gently nudged him from behind and sent him hurtling forwards, his face landing directly in her massive breasts as her arms wrapped around him, entrapping him completely. 

“Such good boy for me!” She quipped sweetly, kissing the top of his head.

Wayne struggled to right himself, finding no purchase against her slimy green flesh. Were it not for her arms around him he was sure he would have slid down into the pit of slime beneath her. 

“Now, my sweet little boy, let’s talk.”

With one deft hand she easily manipulated his feet into sliding home between her thick thighs. Wayne looked up at her with fright, but her pouty violet grin didn’t waver. Slowly she lowered herself down into the slippery depths of her pod, her thick legs sinking into the lavender scented mire below. Wayne’s body slid down too, between her thick thighs, until he felt his feet poking out beneath their massive bulk. 

Darlene Two kept his head poking out just above her breasts, but the rest of him was sandwiched between them or her thighs. Her oily flesh, warm and inviting enveloped his entire body from ankle to neck. 

“I’ve grown so big thanks to you, Wayne. So big… but I can grow bigger. So, so much bigger…”

Her voice grew husky at that idea, as if the idea of getting larger was the most arousing thought she could envision. 

“I just want you to be happy. I only want my good little boy to be happy… a happy little boy…”

Her maternal voice dripped into his ear like honeyed poison, whispering the sweet words he’d never heard before. His mind, having endured so much over the years was like a fortress. Yet the motherly love and kindness she was showing him, this unconditional affection, made it so that his mind was more like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded. 

Wayne felt his panicked breathing slowing. His heartbeat came to a steady rhythm and with a deep shiver he felt his body relaxing. 

Well, all except one part, of course. Pressed against her soft, lubricated stomach his cock was throbbing with unadulterated need. Darlene Two giggled, reaching a hand underneath her massive bosom, sliding between the underside of her gargantuan breast and her plateauing thighs, to gently encircle his massive erection with her slick fingers. 

“Such a good boy for me… so excited.” She cooed, leaning in closer to pucker her lips in his face as she spoke. “Now why is my little boy upset, hmmm?” 

At that, she began to slowly stroke his now massively engorged cock. Wayne gasped as her lurid touch stole the breath from him. 

“Doesn’t my good little boy have everything he needs right here?” Darlene offered, pressing her massive breasts around his neck, their pillowy softness threatening to smother him in their seductive warmth. 

Wayne felt his face being swallowed by her voluminous tits, the heat of her body slowly enveloping his head as he sunk deeper and deeper into her cleavage. The overpowering smell of her sex grew stronger, mingling with that same sweetness which had soaked into every surface. Desperately he fought to hold on to the shrinking window of light above him as he was being swallowed by the velvet darkness of her cleavage. 

Darlene Two’s storkes grew more insistent as her grip tightened around his cock, hoping to coax him into submission. Her other hand played with the hairs on the back of his neck, circling a finger there as one might with a newborn. 

“Don’t you love me?” She asked, a little quieter, sending a shard of guilt through him. 

He lost focus for a moment. No, why did he feel guilty? She was doing this to him somehow. He should feel guilty about Darlene… no, the other Darlene. Why was it so hard to focus!?

Wayne sank a little further into her tits, feeling his cheeks grow slick and warm as her flesh began to subsume them. 

“It’s- it’s not-” he sputtered, struggling like a child who couldn’t swim in the ocean of her immensely voluptuous body. 

Darlene Two darted forwards, interrupting his thoughts with a nectar-laden kiss as she planted her purple lips firmly on his. The sheer mass of her thick lips was enough to weigh him down, the force of her kiss pushing him further and further into the quicksand trap of her breasts. 

When she at last pulled back, having thoroughly stained his lips - and much of his face - purple with her saliva, he had almost entirely been consumed by her ravenous mammaries. 

“Please…” he whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing needily, already close to painting the underside of her breasts white with the contents of his now overactive balls. 

“You know, I think my good little boy just needs to feel how good I can make him feel. Maybe that’ll help him forget all those silly little thoughts in his head.”

With an innocent giggle, she tickled the tip of his nose with a finger before she pushed him down - the tiny window through which his face poked out of her cleavage disappearing at last as the slick flesh enveloped him once and for all. 

Darlene Two’s stroking slowed as she parted her thighs slightly, just enough to maneuver the tiny form of Wayne so that his now massively oversized cock was pressed up against the plump, puffy mound of her sex. She didn’t allow him to slip inside her, not quite yet. She would save that for later. Instead her thickened and slickened pussy lips enveloped his soda-can thick cock the way her breasts had his head, wrapping around it deliciously. 

“Why don’t you show me what a good little boy you can be for me…” her sugared voice danced around the edges of his fractured mind, filling in the cracks with her honeyed promises. 

Wayne’s body instinctively began to thrust, responding to her words as his cock strained against the warm, velvety embrace of her lower petals, even as the larger ones which made up the flower pod began to close in around above them. 

“Such a sweet little boy, I love you so much…” 

Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it rumbled in his ears through the cavernous flesh of her cleavage which like two colossal fleshy walls had entrapped him from his waist up. It made her voice sound as if it came from everywhere at once, rattling around his head until it was echoing in his mind. 

“I know what my sweet little boy has always wanted.” She cooed softly. “I know what this sweet little boy needs, more than anything in the world.”

Wayne’s hips began to rock, rutting what little he could within the slippery confines of her thighs. His turgid cock slid through the slick folds of her pussy, being drenched in her liquid arousal as his cock laboured against her moistened flesh. Her folds went into overdrive, thick honey gushing from her excited lips to saturate the pool around her legs with fresh fluids. 

“My sweet little boy has been so lonely. But I’m here now. You’ll never be alone again.” She spoke more fervently now. 

In response Wayne could only thrust more eagerly. Any other action had been robbed of him, so totally was he entombed within the fleshy prison of her body. Her babytalk tone was sending his mind wild and his blood aflame. 

“What my sweet, delicate little boy has always wanted… is a Mommy.”

Wayne’s heart froze, his body coming to a standstill. How? How could she possibly know? A lifetime of regret, of heartache, of loneliness, all of that swelled up within him at once. 

“Mommy knows. Mommy knows everything about you. She’s been watching. Listening. Paying attention.” Slowly she began to squeeze her thighs around him, pressing his cock more firmly into the folds of her sex. “My sweet little boy, with no one to pay attention to him. Mommy has been listening. Mommy has been learning everything about him. Everything he does, everything he says… even in his sleep.”

A chill ran down him, a shiver which made his cock throb mightily in response, much to Darlene Two’s delight. 

“Oh yes. Mommy has been listening to my sweet little boy in his dreams. My good little boy, so lonely. It was heartbreaking. To think someone so small could fit so much pain inside them.”

Her arms squeezed tight around her bosom, pressing him even closer to her body. 

“You never ever have to worry about being lonely ever again. Mommy will always be here for you. Mommy loves you. Mommy has always loved you.”

Her voice settled into a singsong rhythm, like a lullaby, luring him deeper and deeper into her embrace. The sickly sweet tone was a treacle of seduction that dripped into his ears and coated his mind in the same honey which now coated his cock. 

“Feel Mommy’s love all around you…” She cooed, grinding her pussy against his cock for emphasis, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. 

His body was a battleground of conflicting fears and desires. This woman knew everything about him. She had peered directly into his soul, and promised to give him everything his heart desired and more. The smothering warmth of her breasts, and the syrupy slickness of her sex, were intoxicating. Every sickly sweet word she spoke sent shivers down his spine. His worries, his reservations, his fears, everything was drowning in the scent of her body. 

“Just listen to Mommy. Mommy will tell you what to think from now on. What to feel. What to do. Just listen to Mommy.”

As his hips began to buck once more, his cock eagerly slipping into the slick space between the swollen folds of her sex and the fleshy softness of her thighs, she encouraged him with her mellifluous voice. 

“Such a good, good boy. You love Mommy. You want to fuck Mommy. You want to give her your cum. You love to hump Mommy’s hand, her thighs, her tits, her pussy…” 

Wayne’s breath came in shallow little gasps, each one saturated with the miasma of her carnality. Her voice, her words, were the only thing that could pierce through the fog in his mind. When all he could hear was his own raspy breath claustrophobially in his ears, all he could feel was her soft flesh enveloping his until it felt like he was melting into her, the only thing concrete was the sound of her voice and the irresistible caress of her pussy on his cock. 

“That’s it, sweet boy. Fuck Mommy’s pussy. Just let go and give in to Mommy. Give Mommy what she needs. Be Mommy’s good boy. ”

Her slithering tongue danced around the words ‘good boy’, making it sound like the most cherished endearment. 

Wayne’s body responded with fiery hunger to her belittling coos and degrading babytalk. Her words were latching onto a crippling vulnerability in his psyche and spreading just as the vines and roots of her plant had spread to envelop the world around him. 

Her grip on his waist tightened, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through him that made his cockhead buck and throb against her stomach as his cock burst forth from her thighs with blistering speed. 

“Now you know what to do. You know what good little boys do. Such a good, obedient little boy for Mommy. Give me what I need. Feed me. Feed Mommy.”

Her voice became a narcotic rasp, hungry and demanding. 

“Cum for Mommy. Cum for Mommy my sweet little boy.”

Whimpering, tears streamed down his face and soaked into her breasts as pleasure beyond anything the human mind was designed for seared her warped views into his brain with irreversible aplomb. 

Darlene Two’s grin broadened in satisfaction, feeling his surrender growing imminent with each throb and pulse of his cockhead against her pussy. With a deft shift of her thighs, she parted them for a moment, grasping his cock and sliding it home within her sex at long last. She groaned in gluttonous satisfaction as his cock filled her needy depths, pinning her thick thighs around him in a covetous embrace. 

“Now. Cum for Mommy. Cum for Mommy my good little boy. Fuck Mommy.”

The walls of her pussy were a maze of ridges and bumps, each one designed with the sole intent to coax, tease and milk cocks, and draw out as much cum as possible. The softness of her flesh belied the sheer strength of her body, which tightened and flexed with alarming strength. The deep, lush, purple flesh melded around his cock as if designed solely for him. 

Wayne’s mind was utterly consumed by the single-minded desire to cum, feeling her sweltering, slimy depths utterly consuming his cock. With every ounce of strength his comparitively tiny body could muster he plunged himself into the folds of her sex, feeling her walls squeeze tightly around his length like a predator clutching its prey. 

“Cum for Mommy.” 

With one final, desperate thrust, Wayne felt his whole body ache as it braced for the inevitable. His eyes rolled back in his head, still buried between her colossal green tits, as he buried his cock in his Mommy’s welcoming pussy. 

“CUM FOR MOMMY.”

Her voice was a liquid flood of arousal as she goaded him into orgasm, purple saliva forming a delicate web of sticky strings around her mouth as she moaned. The sheathe of her pussy tightened around his cock as her body enveloped his, a symphony of pleasure reaching its crescendo. 

Heat built on heat as his loins erupted, jets of hot seed being buried deep within her clutching, slick depths as his cum flowed endlessly. His body kept pumping, rutting into her soft yet tight velvet canal. Sweet purple nectar coated his cock, strings clinging to him as he withdrew from her sex like hands grasping out and begging for its return. 

As his cock throbbed within her, each contraction of her arousal sent a shiver through his over-sensitive body. Laying within her grasp, limp and spent, he could feel her pussy tightening once more as if it didn’t want to let him go. The walls of her sex gripped him like a vice, a reminder of she sheer power of her body… and the power she held over him. 

Even as his cock slipped free from her, the sticky embrace of her folds clung on til the last moment. The aftermath of their coitus was a fluid mess, her juices having created a thick, viscous liquid that coated everything in a glossy sheen. As she parted her breasts, allowing the poor boy some fresh air, the scent of her sex and the heady perfume of her flower invaded his senses once more. 

He saw hunger in those eyes. Insatiable hunger. She wanted more. She would always want more. A delicate grip on his head as she took it in her hand felt so possessive. So controlling. 

Suddenly, as if a spell had been broken, his clarity began to return. For a moment he felt fear swelling in him, adrenaline surging as he experienced a moment of awareness. Darlene Two was… manipulating him somehow. Right? Everything was fine. No. None of this was fine! This was crazy! This was-

Darlene Two gently stroked his hair like a loving mother’s touch, and he felt a shiver run through him. 

“Sweet boy… my sweet little boy…” she cooed softly, reinforcing so much within his mind with so few words. 

Her fingers traced soft circles atop his scalp, a soothing sensation that combined with the suffocating softness of her breasts. Her touch was so gentle, so maternal, that it was calming the raging storm of emotions within him. 

“Don’t be afraid, my sweet boy. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s got you. Just relax and let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Darlene Two’s words wrapped around his mind like a warm blanket, doing to his thoughts what her breasts were doing to his body. Her tender ministrations were almost plucking his worries directly from his mind one by one, replacing them with a cloying feeling of belonging and safety. 

With a soft touch down below she lifted him from between her sticky thighs to be sat atop her lap, his still-twitching and sensitive cock gently poking against the underside of her breasts as his head was just barely able to poke free of her breasts. 

Now her hand caressed the back of his head, and he couldn’t help but lean into her touch. Some part of him was still screaming, telling him this was a trick, a ploy, a trap to keep him here giving her what she wanted. 

“You’re such a good little boy. Mommy will give you all the love you never had. More love than you can handle.”

Her hand slid down to cup his cheek, her thmb tracing the line of his jaw as he rested his face in her embrace. 

“Darlene…” Wayne murmured. 

“Yes, baby. I’m right here.” Darlene Two cooed. 

“Nnnh…” he winced, something about that wasn’t right. “No…”

Darlene Two’s smile faded, ever so slightly. Wayne’s eyes remained closed from exhaustion, and didn’t notice the change. 

“My little boy is still so upset. What’s the matter…” she inquired, stroking his head like a beloved pet. 

“I… I…” he began, but tears began to well in his eyes. 

“Oh my sweet little boy.” Darlene Two hugged him to her. “Tell Mommy. Mommy’s here.”

“I love her.”

“I know.” Darlene Two said, quietly. 

For a while she just held him by the back of the neck, feeling his sobs, until they died out at last. When he was still, his tears tracing little silvery trails down the colossal orbs of her breasts, she stroked his neck reassuringly, encouraging him to keep going. 

“I love her. B-but…” 

“But she doesn’t love you.” Darlene Two finished for him. “Not like Mommy does.”

Wayne felt his throat tighten, guilt mixing with fear. That wasn’t what he was going to say. 

Mom- No, Darlene Two, wasn’t wrong though. She cut right through what he was trying to say to the heart of it. 

Wayne just shook his head. 

A smile returned to Darlene Two’s plush, purple lips. It curled, her eyes distant as she stared down at the boy in her grasp. She would never let him go. 

“I think she cares a lot about you, my sweet little boy. The problem is she doesn’t know how much she loves you.” Darlene Two stroked his cheek. “She’s too busy…” 

She feigned reluctance, pretending she had said it by mistake. 

“Forget it. Mommy isn’t too busy for her good little boy. Mommy will always have time for him. My sweet little boy doesn’t want to hear these harsh truths. He doesn’t want to know what Mommy thinks he could do to fix things.”

Wayne cracked his eyes open, seeing Darlene Two adopting the most innocent smile she could. 

“Whah…” he mumbled, furrowing his brow. 

“Well, maybe she wouldn’t be too busy to notice my good little boy if… well, if that guy she spends so much time with wasn’t around.”

Wayne felt her grip on him tighten a little, and he squirmed uncomfortably. 

“What… what do you mean?”

“I mean,” she whispered, leaning in close to his face, her green skin radiating warmth as he saw himself reflected in the pools of her massive eyes, “that boy Flynn could find his way into the basement. Then he and I could… talk.”

Darlene Two licked her lips slowly, almost subconsciously at that thought. 

“Of course, then Darlene might come down and find him and I talking.” Darlene’s fingertips reached down underneath her breasts to start walking up the length of his cock. “My my, can you imagine what a girl like her would think if she saw a boy talking to a big, beautiful girl like me?”

Slowly the pieces clicked into place, Darlene Two emphasizing her words with little flicks of her finger against the swollen and sensitive head of his cock. 

Suddenly her words took on a far darker meaning. What if Darlene… what if she found out about… 

“Awww, don’t worry my good little boy.” She cooed, kissing his forehead reassuringly. “You can just stay here with Mommy. Forever. You never ever have to leave.”

He winced at the implication, but part of him felt that spending forever trapped here in her flower was more tempting than he cared to admit. 

Peering up into Darlene Two’s eyes she beamed back down innocently. She wouldn’t… No, there’s no way she could. That would be crazy. There’s no way she could tell Darlene about…

Even so, she had already done so many things Wayne thought was impossible. Wayne didn’t much fancy the idea of testing her resolve, or seeing just what she truly was capable of. 

“Now, my good little boy is tired.” Darlene Two insisted. “Time for him to rest. He has a long day ahead of him tomorrow.”

This was crazy. All of it was crazy. However it sounded like she was going to let him go. It made sense. If the store was empty no doubt people would come looking for him. She had to let him to back to work… right? 

Then he could figure out what he was going to do. Then he could come up with a plan.

“Just one thing first.”

At that she again she easily manipulated his entire body with just a single hand and remarkable ease, her incredible strength matched only by the sheer delicacy with which she treated his fragile body. She brought him face to face with her breasts.

“Is Mommy’s good boy thirsty?” She asked, and tittered as his face turned bright red. “Awww, is my little baby shy?”

He knew how ridiculous it was, given what they had just done. However he started to squirm uncertainly as he realised what she meant. 

“N-no, I’m-mmmfh!” 

Her thumb found his lips and began to coax them open, delicately tracing around them so softly it almost tickled. His lips tingled furiously but he simply couldn’t get his arms free to reach up and do anything about it. She sheer mass of her breasts was rendering him helpless. 

“Open up for Mommy…” she cooed, but he remained stubbornly indignant. 

“Nnnnh!” He groaned, struggling feebly to move his lips away from her incessant, infernal fingertip. 

“Be a good little boy for me…” she giggled, as to her this was nothing more than the fussiness of a child. 

In front of his eyes her massive nipple became more and more engorged, thickening until it was as large as her thumb, then larger, lengthening too. His eyes widened in shock. Soon creamy purple-tinged milk began to dribble from the tip as her free finger began to circle her nipple invitingly, almost hypnotically. 

“That’s it, open up for me…” She soothed as her thumb tried to pry his lips apart while he was distracted. “Such a thirsty boy… why don’t you just open up for Mama?”

He winced, he whined, but her thumb was insistent. The pressure gave way and he felt her honey-slickened thumb coating the inside of his mouth with her love juices. 

“That’s it. That’s a good boy. Now suckle for Mommy…”

Things got a little hazy as her nectar worked its way into his mind, giving his tired body new life and restarting his libido. Below him his cock throbbed once more, pressing up into the underside of her breasts. 

Her massive, turgid nipple found easy purchase between his lips, and as she stroked the back of his neck lovingly he found himself instinctually latching on. The fleshy nub filled his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and ensuring his throat was open and that all he could taste was her sweetness. She looked down on him with a smug grin as his eyes fluttered, moaning around her massive purple nipple. He felt a magnetic pull, an urge to suckle from her that was strong enough to overpower his misgivings, as if his body had been programmed to seek out that sweet sustenance from her breast. 

Darlene Two sighed contentedly as she felt his hot mouth sucking eagerly, her pussy quivering as her free hand reached down to curl a pair of fingers within her own hot depths. Gout after gout of her thick, heady cream filled the boy’s mouth as he was forced - albeit eagerly - to swallow down her milk. 

“Oh my good little boy…” she muttered breathily, “so thirsty… S-so thirsty for Mommy…”

She shivered a little at the feeling of him submitting to her so openly. Having a human surrender to her like this was almost as pleasurable as the sex itself. 

“Mmmm, my good little boy. Why I bet you’ll be addicted to drinking Mommy’s milk soon…”

She chuckled at that, her fingers curling in his hair possessively. Below, she felt his cock pressing into the underside of her breasts with need. 

“Oh my, is Mommy’s little boy still excited? Does he love Mommy’s boobies that much?”

She bit her thick, plush lip at a sudden naughty thought. 

“S-such a good boy… mmm, let’s make it nice and wet for you.”

Withdrawing her sex-soaked fingers, she began to lather his cock in her aroused secretions, her churning pussy producing ever more nectar. Then she simply lifted her thighs up, and with his legs spread around her waist, his cock easily slid up into the pillowy cleft of her breasts. 

Wayne groaned anxiously into her nipple, her massive breasts now enveloping his cock even as he was feasting upon them. 

“Mmmm, what a sweet, obedient little boy you are for Mommy…”

Her thighs began to move in earnest now, lifting and dropping with a steady rhythm that pushed his cock up and down through the warm, tight, sloppy valley of her breasts. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, a different but equally enjoyable pleasure to her pussy. The soft, squishy flesh of her breasts surrounded him, the warmth and wetness of her skin creating a perfect masturbatory channel. Her juices coated his cock, making every movement smooth and slick, as if he was fucking a warm, living pillow.

His second orgasm was approaching, faster than the first. Perhaps her milk was playing some role in that, he mused, but could hardly find the strength to care. His body was her plaything, and she was manipulating him expertly. The sound of her thighs slapping against the underside of her breasts, wet, slick flesh colliding as he was caught between them, was like a metronome. Slap after slap echoed in his mind, his engorged cock being thrust unwillingly into her jiggling, bouncing bosom. 

Darlene Two wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, holding it in place so that as his cock moved in and out of her breasts it was also being milked by her grip. She would thrust his cock up into her fist with her powerful thighs, burying it between her breasts, then let his cock fall back down and allowing gravity to let him fall back with almost painful inevitability. 

All the while she muffled his groans and whines with an increasing deluge of milk, which he was struggling to swallow. As her nipples became ever more aroused they swelled even larger, filling his mouth almost completely. Rivulets of violet milk poured down his chin as his stomach swelled with her maternal feeding. 

Darlene Two fingered herself frantically now, adding the scent of her hot and needy sex to his already overwhelmed senses. 

“Mmmm, such a good boy. Mommy’s going to milk him dry. My boy loves fucking Mommy’s titties doesn’t he…?”

Wayne knew, deep down, that there was no escape from the seductive embrace of this plantgirl who had so thoroughly and completely enraptured him. 

Her thighs pumped powerfully now, forcing him in and out of her breasts and milking grip with frenetic fervor. 

“Cum for me. Cum like a good boy. Squirt all that cum into Mommy’s tits.”

Wayne struggled to thrust his hips, what little difference that made, in time with Mom- Darlene Two’s thighs. A vain attempt to retain a shred of agency. 

His cock felt hot, an itch in the tip spelling the imminence of his climax. Darlene Two felt his cock throbbing, twitching in her grip, and pressed her thighs upwards dramatically. She held him here, his cock trapped between her thighs, throbbing needily and begging for more. 

Wayne struggled and squirmed pathetically as her nipple pumped more and more milk directly down his throat, the aphrodisiacal cream sending the poor boy wild with need. 

She took a moment to look down at him, latched onto her breast and helpless beneath her. Her sex twitched and throbbed at the sight of a human so helpless beneath her, begging her for more, begging for more of what she had to give. 

This was the greatest pleasure she could have known. 

For a few moments more she let the feeling of her slick breasts burn the sensation into his brain, before she began to pump his cock with her thighs with reckless abandon, plunging her fingers into her own depths with the same rhythm.

“Cum for me. Cum. Cum. Cum.” She demanded, her voice taking on a hungry, almost manic quality. 

Her body was doubling over on itself to milk his cock into her breasts, and the sheer exertion had popped her nipple from his mouth with a wet slurp. Wayne gasped for breath as his orgasm felt like it would tear him apart. 

“Cum. Cum. Cum for Mommy.” It was a hypnotic mantra she hoped to soon implant deep within his mind. 

With that she threw her head back, her body convulsing as a tremendously powerful orgasm ripped through her. The enclosed plant pod was filled with her screams of delight, and the sickle sweet scent of her arousal soon filled the plant, saturating it if possible more than it already had. 

Wayne’s cock pulsed and twitched within the confines of her cleavage, rope after rope of cum flooding their fleshy cleft and soon bubbling to the surface. Milky white cum, thick and potent, dripped down her stomach and pooled atop her breasts as she breathily shuddered, her long, serpent-like purple tongue lapping up his ejaculate greedily as she shivered in orgasmic release. 

Slowly she pulled him closer to her, trapping him against her breasts once more as she cuddled him possessively. 

“Such a good boy…” she whispered, and he could only whine softly in response. 

Licking her lips, she began to stroke her other nipple idly, cream soon spilling down over Wayne’s back and against the slick, fleshy walls of their floral den. 

“But you still have another nipple to feed from…” she muttered conspiratorially, pressing it to his lips as he groaned in sexual anguish. 

The petals of the plant pod closed in, pressing the two together. Wayne wouldn’t be leaving it until she decided he could. 

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Chapter 7

Wayne’s diminuitive form slowly shuffled around the shop floor, his broom moving in delicate strokes, as if afraid for even his tiny movements to be heard. He didn’t remember leaving the basement, but at some point he’d realised he was dressing himself upstairs in his apartment. He was too terrified to question it, just glad to be on his own at last, free to move. Not so… confined. 

As he methodically moved around the room, between shelves brimming with bright green foliage and pot stacks waiting for new occupants, he tried not to focus on listening. Yet as he swept with no other distraction it was difficult not to catch himself straining to hear if there was movement coming from… below. 

His throat was as dry as the desert sands as he stole a glance down once more at the new pair of slacks he’d had to buy - his old trousers didn’t fit anymore. He hoped no one would notice the difference. He hoped Darlene wouldn’t notice what was different about him. No, they were baggy enough, he reassured himself yet again. He’d spent half an hour in the mirror making sure. 

The heat in the Garden of Eden had become difficult to bear. Summers had a tendency to make the place warm, and the abundance of greenery both necessitated and caused extreme humidity. Yet this was beyond anything he could remember. It was always hotter inside the store than out but half of his sweeping was now catching the drops of sweat he left in his wake. It was still early in the morning, so why was it so unbearably warm?

Eventually he had swept every inch of the floor twice over, and all in service of avoiding the corner of the shop he was afraid to even look at now. There in the morning light, the knob of the door leading to the basement gleamed, its brass shine a solitary jewel in the otherwise muted palette of the Garden of Eden. 

Down there, down in the basement, something lay in wait. No, someone. Once again he tensed, certain he’d heard a sound from beneath him. A rustle. Something. Cursing himself again, he whispered under his breath that no one would know. No one was going to hear anything. He was imagining things. There had been entire stacks of pots knocked over down there in the past and he hadn’t known about it until Darlene had told him. 

He swallowed hard, wiping his brow from the heat. The basement, once a neglected and dank space, now pulsed with life. The energy of sheer erotic potential had become practically embedded within its cold stone walls and deep earth. 

Wayne knew he couldn’t ignore it forever. Slowly, carefully, he made his way over to the basement door; broom in hand. Even through the thick oak doors he could swear the air was sweeter, thicker here. He could almost imagine wisps of pink mist wafting around the cracks in the door frame, beckoning to him with their siren song.His cock throbbed mightily in his new attire and he had to lean on his broom for support. Just the thought of being down there again was making his already beating heart race faster. 

Not far below where he stood now was kept the most precious and hidden secret. Darlene Two’s pod, encircled by thick vines and shrouds, was a bastion of otherworldly beauty and delights. Only he knew of her existence, her pod nestled deep within the earthy embrace of the basement. The mere memory of her tendrils caressing his swollen cock and balls made his skin tingle with anticipation. His otherwise mundane existence had been so thoroughly upended as to be unrecognisable to the man he was before, as was his body. 

Wayne felt smaller, weaker, more frail. He’d never been a large guy, but now he felt… slight. Thin. His entire body seemed to have lost a little tone here and there. Everywhere except the one place that seemed to matter most. 

With every step he took a log of flesh slapped delicately against his thighs. It stretched most of the way to his knees, and rested atop the pair of grapefruit which hung oppressively from him. The fleshy orbs were a testament to the sheer impact Darlene Two had had on his life. The silken smooth skin that stretched over them was taut and shiny. They were tinged a deep purple due to so much exposure to her nectar, and hung low, his body holding the weighty spheres in a delicious form of torture. With every movement now he was reminded of their weight, forcing him to walk bow-legged. They too were, like his cock, perpetually slick from the constant dribbling stream of precum his massively engorged prick now produced nonstop. 

They were a constant reminder of what awaited him; of the only way he could relieve his heavy burden, if only for a short while. 

Wayne stared down as the mass of his cock tugged at his zipper with a newfound insistence. He wilted. People were going to notice this at least. 

His hand trembled as he pushed the broom across the floor half-heartedly, the bristles barely registering against the tiles over the sound of his thundering heartbeat. The thought that she was down there, waiting for hhim, the anticipation of her touch… it had his knees feeling like jelly. It was hard enough keeping upright with so much extra weight to carry, and so much less muscle to carry it with. 

Another noise from below, this time he swore he heard it. It sounded like a voice. No, a giggle. 

His eyes locked onto the brass doorknob again. His hand hovered over it, having reached for it without thinking, without him even noticing. If he opened that door he’d be lost once more, lost to the world above and everything and everyone in it. They would be lost to him. He would be consumed entirely by the verdant embrace of Darlene Two. She was hungry. Always hungry, and always hungry for him… 

Wincing, he looked back to the store’s front door. The bell hanging over it was a silent, mocking sentinel, proclaiming his impending mundane responsibilities. Any moment he expected it to ring as a customer walked in. He felt his body tensing at the thought of another entire day trapped in this cage. 

“Good morning Wayne!” 

*****

Darlene apologised again, helping him sweep up the remnants of an Algaonema plant which - ironically - had been utterly obliterated by the very broom they were now using to clean it up after it had been launched across the shop floor. She’d come in the back entrance without him hearing it. 

“It’s fine, sorry, I’m just a bit jumpy.” Wayne reassured her. 

She fixed him with a stare. 

“Yeah, I can see that. Whats up?” 

“It’s uh… it’s…” he began, trying to sound less evasive and more impassive. 

“Hey, Wayne, you can tell me. We’ve known each other for so long. You can tell me anything.”

Wayne looked at her, no longer avoiding her gaze. He searched her emerald eyes for any hint of judgement, but found none. The way she looked at him was filled with genuine concern. No, more than that. Care. Love. 

But would she even believe him? Could he risk their friendship? How could he even prove what he was saying without leading her down there? If he did that… he didn’t want to think about what would happen. 

Well, a part of him very much did want to think about that. His cock strained against its confines at the blossoming fantasies that provided. 

He had to protect Darlene. He couldn’t let anything happen to the girl he loved. 

“You know, whenever Flynn and I have a problem, I come to you.” She said, chuckling. “Because when I talk to you about our problems they always have a way of sorting themselves out.”

The colour faded from his face as he felt his heart break all over again. 

“Yeah.” Wayne swallowed, sweeping again. “You guys are so great together.”

“Aw is that it? Lamenting being single?” She patted his shoulder in a way he tried to tell himself wasn’t intended to be condescending. “I’ve told you Wayne, there’s someone out there for you. In fact, she might not be so far away. She might be closer than you think right now.” 

Wayne stared into her eyes once more, soaking in her oh-so-genuine smile. 

‘She is, Darlene.’ He wanted to say. 

A definite rustle came from the basement door, but only Wayne seemed to hear it. 

She really is. 

“I better get started! Looks like we’ve got an early rush!” 

Darlene’s words echoed in his mind as he watched her saunter away to the back room. She had orders to prepare for collection that day, but what did she mean by-

A crowd of people were stood outside the store, eyes fixed on him. Wayne almost threw the broom again as he jumped in place. He hadn’t seen them out there. Slack smiles painted their features, eyes wide. They were waiting for the Garden of Eden to open. Waiting to come inside. 

Wayne looked down at his watch only to see it was gone. For a moment he wondered where it could be before realising it was no doubt in the slimy clutches of… 

His cock bobbed against his stomach. 

Checking the clock he saw there was only one minute until the Garden of Eden was supposed to open. Walking slowly, now more alarmed by what lay outside the store than beneath it, he cautiously unlocked the door - the large ring of keys jingling like a jailor’s. 

For a moment he braced himself, expecting them to rush inside like a horde of zombies. Instead they calmly and politely lined up at the till, and Wayne admonished himself for his ridiculous thoughts. 

They probably though he was an idiot, jumping like that. 

“Hi, what can I get y-”

“Is the plant here?” The woman in front asked.

Wayne blinked, taking a moment to process her words. He recognised her now, she’d been shopping there all week. It was odd to him to have so many customers now he didn’t know their faces, let alone their names. There was a glint in her eye. Something that told him she knew more than she let on. The woman’s voice was a low purr, like a cat in heat. Her middle aged body was a tapestry of experience, but her skin seemed… vibrant. Shiny. Her loose, wavy brown hair was lush in the store’s lights. No doubt this woman must have spent hours a day on her appearance to look this young despite her age. Her body was amazing, as if she’d been poured into the day dress she wore. If he hadn’t known she was the same middle aged woman who’d been shopping there all week, he’d have sworn it was her younger sister instead… maybe even an older daughter. 

With a deep breath, the woman’s eyes turned to the basement door. 

“Oh, the plant.” Wayne said suddenly, getting her attention. 

“Yeah, the plant.” A man behind her said, a younger guy. 

“Is it here?” A woman at the back asked. “Can we see it?”

Wayne looked from face to face, seeing the determined stares and starting to wonder if his concerns hadn’t been entirely misplaced before. 

“The uh… the plant you ordered is in the back. Darlene is just getting it ready now.”

“Not those.” The woman said, gravely. “The plant.”

“It’s not on display by the window.” A college aged girl added.

“Where did it go?” Asked her friend, stood closely behind her. 

“It’s with a specialist right now.” Wayne lied, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. He hoped that the lie would be enough to dissuade them. “We had to send it off for a few days. It’s nothing to worry about. Just a regular check-up. It’s quite the rare specimen, you know?”

The customers never took their eyes off him. The longer they stared, the more disconcerting it became. 

“Well, I’m glad it’s getting the care it needs. It’s such a… beautiful specimen.” The woman in front said at last. 

“Y-yeah. It sure is.” Wayne stammered. 

For a moment, the vision of her beauty flashed through his mind once more. Verdant green breasts burst into his vision and smothered him whole. 

“Now what’s the maximum amount of that purple jelly I can buy…” The woman asked, as he shakily took the money she held outstretched. 

*****

Lunch time came and Wayne flipped the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’. He wiped his forehead. The store felt felt like a sauna, getting hotter as the day went on. 

Retreating to the back room, Wayne tried not to notice the small queue forming by the door. He sat back in the office chair and stared at the ceiling. When Darlene entered, however, he nearly knocked over the table.

She was wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts that hugged her every curve, and a skimpy crop top that clung to her sweat-soaked torso like a second skin. Her long red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, beads of sweat glinting on her forehead as she used a towel to dab her face dry. Her breasts bounced freely with each step she took, the fabric of her shirt barely containing those delicate orbs, and her slightly pudgy midriff was on full display - pale skin and freckles begging to be kissed. 

“God it’s warm today!” She exclaimed, sauntering in as if everything were normal. 

Darlene was prone to showing some skin, especially on warmer days, but she was practically naked. Wayne’s hands shot down, pulling the table closer to him to cover the sudden tenting of his pants. Even so, he was worried the turgid pole would soon start tilting the heavy wooden furniture over. Desperate to look at anything except her, he suddenly took an extreme interest in the pile of reciepts he’d left there days before. 

It wasn’t like they were scraping pennies anymore, he hardly needed to worry. 

Damn it, why did she have to be so beautiful!? He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back as she arched her toned calves, bending over the counter top as she fished through her bag. Her supple peachy ass was clenching around the tight material that barely contained it. 

In fact, she wasn’t just beautiful. She was stunning. Moreso than he’d ever seen her as before. Something about her was just… different.

Darlene fetched a sandwich from her bag and made her way over to the table, but paused when she saw Wayne’s eyes shoot back down to the receipts. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked innocently, holding the sandwich atop her sweat-soaked half-naked breasts as a thin bead of mayonnaise began to drop down onto her cleavage. 

Wayne coughed, trying to ignore the sudden ache in his loins. 

“Uh, nothing. Nothing. Just… happy to see how much we made last week.” He managed to squeak out, his eyes glued firmly downwards. 

Darlene’s smile grew wider. She sauntered over to him, her bare feet making soft slapping noises against the tiles. Her breasts jiggled with each step she took, the mayonnaise drop growing larger, pooling against the fabric of her top which barely contained her tits, threatening to dribble down onto the floor. 

“I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, Wayne. Tell me what’s wrong.” She leaned over the table now, mayonnaise drops falling from her chest as she remained oblivious. 

“It’s… it’s…” 

Wayne’s eyes followed the mayonnaise as it slowly, glacially dripped onto the table. Something about it was wrong. Not just that it was coating his best friend’s tits, but something about the colour. 

It had a tinge of purple. 

“Excuse me, what are you looking at?” Darlene asked. 

Wayne looked up at her face, expecting to see annoyance or confusion in her emerald eyes, but instead he found something entirely different. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink that spread down her neck and into her chest. The way her breaths grew shallow and quick suggested she was anything but upset. Her fiery red hair clashed with her rosy, creamy skin, her breathing a little quicker than it needed to be. She was so flushed, her eyes fluttering. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was… 

“Beautiful.” He whispered. 

Darlene giggled, a sound like music. 

“Oh Wayne. Stop it!” She spoke softly. “You shouldn’t say things like that, you know I think of you as a brother.”

Wayne’s heart froze at those words, but in contrast to her words her fingers played with the hem of her top, tugging it down slightly and threatening the already precariously withheld flesh of her bosom from spilling forth. 

As she did so, she felt the slick, slimy substance pooling there. 

“Oh. Oh! How silly of me!” She stared down at her own supple breasts, taking in the scale of the spill, before she reached down with a fingertip. 

Slowly, luxuriously, she scooped up as much of the creamy, ever-so-slightly purple dressing as she could - and lavishly licked it from her finger. Wayne almost felt his heart stop as his massive cock bumped against the underside of the table.

“I guess that’s why you were staring.” She tittered, oblivious. “Not eating anything?” 

Her question hit him a few moments later as he was still processing what had just happened. 

“Uh… no.” 

He felt out his hunger, and despite not remembering the last time he ate, he wasn’t starving. He wasn’t even really hungry. His stomach groaned, but the thought of eating food felt almost… sickening. 

No, he wasn’t hungry, he was… 

Wayne’s eyes settled on the mayonnaise drops on the table. Their purple tinge captivated him. Slowly, slowly, he put the pieces together. 

Reaching out, he scooped up one with his finger and - tentatively - licked it clean. 

Instantly, he felt the chemical rush on his tongue. Moments later, memories flooded through his mind. Him trapped in Darlene Two’s embrace, her feeding him an endless drip of that purple gel - and constant, never ending bliss. 

Darlene Two’s thick, beautiful body, so round, so soft, so plush. Every part of her screamed to be touched, licked, kissed, fucked, and worshipped. 

He saw in his mind’s eye as Darlene Two had leaned over him, her colossal breasts dominating his body with their sheer inescapable mass. Purple saliva had painted him with ecstasy, the memory of her tendrils wrapped around his shaft, milking him of his cum over and over was almost too much to bear. A landscape of soft curves and sharp angles, a living embodiment of the concept of sexuality. Darlene Two presented the most alluring and forbidden of delights. Those massive thighs of hers had cradled him as she milked him, holding him in place as she’d lowered herself to meet him, her pussy engulfing him in a tight, wet embrace that had almost overloaded his mind. That soft, velvety green skin, slick with her aphrodisiac juices, had held him so tenderly as she lecherously abused his body. Every touch had felt like heaven, as she had loomed there, a goddess in her element. 

Now with a blink that vision was gone. Darlene One was in her place. Standing over him, a beacon of desire. Everything he had ever wanted…

Yet in her eyes, something was different. Something had changed. She had changed. 

As Darlene took another bite, he saw how her mouth moved, how her lips reached out to grasp for it… but her tongue dove in, hungrily licking out every bit of purple nectar it could find. Her lips were stained with it, a deep blushing purple. Her skin was brighter, her smile wider. 

With a stomach-clenching throb, his cock arched up as he saw her nipples poking straight into the soft, wet material of her shirt. Her normally toned stomach was now just a little softer, her hips doughier than he remembered. 

Wayne tried to reconcile the implications of what he was seeing. The purple nectar had transformed his body, in the space of days bringing about changes he never could have imagined. If it had done that to him, what might it be doing to Darlene?

“Hmmm, I can’t figure out the name on this order label…” Darlene mused. 

She held up the thin, transparent wax paper to the light. As she did so, she absent mindedly reached down for the second half of her sandwich, purple mayonnaise drooling from every crease as she lifted it. 

“B - I - L… N - O - G.” She murmured, then blinked, turning the paper over. “Oh, right.” 

She chuckled and left her sandwich atop her tits, mayonnaise dripping down into her cleavage again, as she began fetching a few things from the cupboards around them for Mr Gonlib’s order. 

“Darlene!” Wayne surprised himself when she turned to face him, not realiisng he’d said it out loud.

“What’s up?” she asked, reaching down to lift the sandwich from her bosom for a bite. 

“You’ve been… been eating that stuff?”

“Huh?” 

For a moment she stared at the sandwich in her hands, as if confused. For a moment she stared at the mayonnaise on her finger with its obvious purple tint. Tasting it experimentally, a sudden shiver came over her and - Wayne couldn’t help but notice - her thighs began to grind together. 

“Oh… yeahhh…” she groaned softly, as if having just drank water after days at sea. “Yeah, I think I ate some by mistake when I was mixing it in the back.”

She slowly trailed her fingers up and down down her soft, forgiving stomach as she spoke, fingers creeping a little lower each time. 

“I didn’t notice until I’d already eaten some and… mmmmfh…” She took another bite, fingers unconsciously squeezing her soft flesh as she did so. “It tastes incredible. Have you tried it?”

“No!” He said, a little too loud. “I mean… I mean, yeah. I did.”

Darlene didn’t seem to notice his misstep, too absorbed in the damn near sexual act of eating she was performing for poor Wayne’s trapped eyes. Wayne wanted to scream. Wanted to be anywhere but there. Something had changed about Darlene, she wasn’t herself. It had to be the nectar. It was doing something to her. 

“Mmmm, I took some home with me. It’s incredible. It does everything. It smells amazing, it makes your skin so soft…”

She blushed. 

“Flynn and I even used some for um…” Her thighs clenched together as she shivered a little once more. “We uh… we ate some. At home.”

Wayne felt his stomach drop out from under him. Flynn had been using it too. Wayne felt his thighs barely able to close around the monstrous cock that now weighed him down. 

Flynn was using it too. 

“I was too harsh on Flynn.” She said, barely able to contain the arousal in her voice. “Any girl should be happy her boyfriend loves her so much. So much he wants to spend… so much time with her.”

Darlene’s hips were rocking slightly now, swaying as she stood in place. 

“Mmmm, Flynn is just so…”

Wayne grimaced. 

“So…”

“I think we better open the shop.” Wayne interrupted, surreptitiously tucking his erection into his waistband as best he could as he stood quickly, hoping to be out of the room before Darlene could notice. 

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I lost track of time.” Darlene began to slowly wipe the lilac-stained mayonnaise from her breasts once again as Wayne ducked around the corner. 

Wayne leaned against the counter, trying to steady his breathing. The aroma of the plants around him did nothing to calm his racing heart. Right outside the window, a steady queue of customers had formed, a stark reminder of the very reality he was trying to escape. 

Yet his thoughts weren’t on the outside, but rather on the troubles inside. He couldn’t help it. The purple nectar Darlene Two produced was all he could think about. How it tasted, how it made him feel. How it seemed to have made everything in his life so much better… 

He knew that wasn’t true. So why was he thinking it? He shook his head, trying to shake free of the cottony, fluffy thoughts that clouded his mind. Darlene Two, and everything she had done, had become both his obsession and torment. He had to get a grip on things before he lost total control. He couldn’t let the plant girl’s influence seep into every corner of his life. 

Wayne stared longingly as Darlene passed him, practically naked, walking back into the store room to continue working.

He couldn’t give in, not when he had so much to lose. 

*****************

As the bell chimed for the last time, Wayne locked the door tightly before any more customers could show up, demanding more of the very product Wayne was worried was working its way into wrecking his life. 

“Whew! All done!” 

Darlene emerged from the store room, crop top and shorts still painted to her skin with sweat. Her skin glistened as if she’d been dancing underneath a waterfall. Her supple body bounced slightly with every step, her toned figure having softened, indeed Wayne could swear she looked just a tiny bit more paunchy from just the hours she’d spent in the back. Her beautiful breasts seemed like they’d swelled even larger, now truly straining the limits of her loose top. 

She disappeared for a minute or so to the bathroom to change, before emerging once more. To Wayne’s dismay, her new outfit was scarcely more suitable than before. She wore a sleeveless top that looked little more than a wrap of silk around her waist, which was struggling to contain the swelling bust of her breasts. The material stretched and shimmered with every breath she took, and her plunging neckline exposed the swell of her cleavage, the valley of her breasts on near full display. 

Wayne felt his throat tighten. It was purple. Purple, smooth and velvety. Flashbacks to the night before blitzed through his mind fast enough to make him dizzy. 

Below she wore a skirt that barely covered her ass, which lifted effortlessly to reveal her hot pink panties with every step and turn. 

Wayne had never seen her dress like this. She’d never exactly been modest, but this was practically garish. No, it was provocative in the extreme. There was only one reason you’d wear an outfit like that. 

“Well, I’m headed home to meet Flynn! We’re heading out to night. Although he did say we might not make it out the door.”

Darlene laughed, rushing over to give Wayne a hug. As she moved, her breasts bounced wildly, coming dangerously close to slipping free of her silky smooth top. Wayne turned his body at the last moment to prevent her feeling the truly titanic erection he was sporting now. 

He wrapped his arms around her. His chest felt tight as she leaned into him, and he inhaled the scent of her hair, her skin, her sweat. Everything about her was everything he’d ever wanted. 

Wayne couldn’t help but let out a small groan as her breasts pushed against him, their softness spilling out across his chest. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears there. In his mind, in his dreams, Darlene looked at him the way she looked at Flynn. Her emerald eyes were filled with adoration, the same he felt for her. 

Then in his mind her smile broadened. Her lips thickened, swelling, turning a deeper shade of red… then purple. Her breasts, her body, her stomach, her thighs, her ass… everything grew. She grew, and grew, her skin tinging blue, then green. 

He winced as his fantasy swiftly grew out of control, figuratively and literally. 

Darlene sighed and pulled away, placing a tiny kiss on his cheek. 

“See you tomorrow, Wayne!”

For a while he just stood there, stunned, and reached up to feel the spot she’d kissed. Sitting behind the counter he just stared at the floor for a while, the day’s events catching up with him. 

Then he heard it. A sound like wind. A tiny rustle. 

He looked to his right darkly and saw the door to the basement. It was shifting ever so slightly, back and forth. It throbbed, almost imperceptibly, as if some great, mighty beast slumbered below. 

Wayne felt his cock practically trying to rip its way out of his pants. He had hoped, with Darlene Two in the basement, that he would be free of the constant sexual temptations she had presented. However now it seemed Darlene would be doing everything in her power to drive him insane with lust without even realising she was doing it. 

Wayne got to his feet. He remembered what Darlene Two had said. About Flynn. Her offer to ‘talk’ to him. 

Yet Wayne wasn’t sure he liked how that conversation might go. What if Flynn reported what was going on here to… well, he wasn’t sure who you reported something like this to. No doubt the government would have something to say about it. The idea of losing Darlene Two made his chest ache. 

But… losing Darlene made his heart feel like it would truly break. 

What would she say? What would she do to change Flynn’s mind? The guy seemed obsessed with Darlene - or at least obsessed with fucking her. Wayne wasn’t sure what Darlene could do to change the mind of a man like that. 

Dejected, Wayne looked between the stairs to his left - leading to his apartment - and the basement door to his right. Part of him wanted to just go to bed, to sleep, to pretend for a little while that none of this was happening. He wanted to pretend his life was as it had been just a little over a week ago. Boring. Mundande. 

The stirring in his groin simply wouldnt be ignored. Somehow he knew if he went upstairs he’d spend hours jerking off only to wind up coming back down to the basement anyway. He didn’t know how he knew, but he just did, that nothing would ever feel as good as the way Darlene Two would embrace him, devour him, milk him senseless…

The heat built and built. He felt his ears burning, neck chafing as pricks of sweat dotted his brow. His whole body felt hot, too hot. With every breath he took, he felt his body building and building. It was too much. All too much. 

He turned towards the basement door. 

Then a knock took him off guard. 

“Hello?” He asked, terrified, taking a step closer to the basement door. 

Had she grown up the stairs? Spread so far? Was she coming to collect him? Did she know the Garden of Eden was closed and had decided she would wait no longer?

“Wayne! Buddy!” 

Frustration painted across his features as Wayne regarded the tall, burly figure of Flynn at the shop’s front door. 

“Hey man, let me in!”

Wayne walked up to the front door and slid the latch before unlocking it and opening it slightly. 

“Sorry, you missed Darlene. She’s probably home by now.”

“I know, dude, sorry. I was supposed to pick something up for her. I was going to get her a gift and… well, I forgot.”

Wayne simmered, unadulterated rage building. 

“It’s just, this last week, she and I have been… ya know. So hot and heavy. It’s like, it’s like lately all she can think about is sex! It’s amazing! Man this has been the best week of my life!”

A sharp pain in his mouth confirmed to Wayne that he had bitten through his own lip. 

“But then I remembered the stuff! You know, the uh… the uh plant stuff. That purple shit you guys have been selling. Man! I don’t know what you put in that shit but it’s incredible, man. I don’t usually go for this holistic crap, but, like-”

Wayne shook his head in disbelief. 

“You wouldn’t believe it. Darlene’s just been insatiable ever since!”

Wayne felt something cool drop into his stomach, like a block of ice. Suddenly his entire body felt chill, calm. Every muscle relaxed. Suddenly, he wasn’t confused anymore. Suddenly he wasn’t worried. 

“You know, I was just about to collect some.” Wayne spoke in a flat tone. “How about I take you down to the basement, you can get a fresh batch.”

“Aw, my dude!” Flynn gleefully grinned as Wayne opened the door, locking it behind him. “You are the man!”

Chapter 8

Groaning, wayne threw the covers aside and sat up. His body was stiff and achy, a reminder of how much had changed and how much he'd been through. His cock and balls had ballooned to a size that would make him the envy of any man aliv, but the nectar that had caused it had left him with a constant, unyielding erection. He had to adjust it with one hand as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the fabric of his boxers dug a little into his swollen flesh.

'Maybe I'd feel more comfortable without them'. The thought occurred in the back of his mind, sounding oddly pleasing before he banished it. Why was he thinking about being naked when he had to get dressed? 

He tried to ignore the throbbing in his cock, the almost painful tightness in his overfull balls, he slid out of the covers and his feet hit the cold floor with a tiny thump. He rubbed his eyes again before walking to the bathroom with ginger steps, as even the jolt of a heavy footstep was enough to make his purple-stained appendages 

Wayne had always been a bit of a wallflower, and having the spotlight of destiny bearing down on him like a police interrogation room in one of those cheesy flicks was hard to deal with. How he had wound up with a massive plantgirl in the basement two floors down, and the love of his life in the arms of another-

He was out the door before his toothbrush hit the floor. Flynn. Why had he forgotten? How could he have forgotten? Tugging his pants up as he stumbled down the stairs he burst onto the shop floor, half dressed.

Nothing. The sweltering, damp, musty air was unchaged. The Garden of Eden was as quiet as ever this time of morning. 

There across the shop floor was the old oak frame of the basement door. Still closed. 

He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently; but there was nothing to be heard. Slowly he reached down for the brass knob, only to stop when he saw a rough sheet of paper on the ground, sticking out from underneath the door as if it has been slid underneath it. As he lifted the note, a voice got his attention before he could inspect it.

“Wayne!” Someone said, hand on the glass and staring into the store. 

Wayne recognised her in an instant and opened the door, catching her as Darlene fell into his arms. She pressed her face to his chest, breathing deeply. For a while she rested there, until Wayne spoke up at last. 

“Darlene what… what’s going on?”

By the time she looked up he saw the redness of her eyes, her usually immaculate features tarnished by worry. Her hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush and her work clothes were wrinkled. Her hands trembled a little as she clung to Wayne’s shoulders, putting her arms around him. 

“Oh Wayne, I thought… I thought something had happened to you too when I got here and the store was still closed…”

Wayne looked up to see he hadn’t just slept in, but in fact the Garden of Eden should have been open half an hour ago. 

“Yeah, sorry I slept in. Sorry if I worried you.” He took in Darlene’s almost tragic appearance. She was scratching at her neck, eyes run through with obvious tears. “What would have happened to me?”

“I’ve been up all night. Flynn… he…” She squeezed Wayne tighter. “Flynn never came home last night.”

Wayne blinked in surprise, slowly embracing her in return. 

He felt the heat drain from his body as, slowly, he turned to look back at the basement door. 

“I don’t know where he is. I’ve been everywhere I could think of.”

Wayne looked from the basement door to the note in his hands, turning it over and starting to read it. The writing was very elegant, though the paper itself had purple stains in multiple places. 

Darlene noticed what he was looking at and turned to read it in turn. 

My Dearest Darlene, 

Although you mean a great deal to me, I just can’t see a future between us. We are different people who want different things out of life. Tonight I saw for the first time what my true destiny was, and rest assured I have accepted it with a smile on my face. 

Best Regards…

Below that, there was a messily scrawled signature. It simply read “Flynn”. 

Darlene took the note from his hands, read it again, then dropped it to the floor. A few moments later, she herself sank to sit on the ground and stare out the window. 

Wayne’s heart went out to her. Whatever troubles he’d had, the woman he loved was now at a loss in life, sitting in a pile on the floor. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. 

Wayne sat next to her, putting his hand tentatively on her back. 

“I know you cared about him.” Wayne said, not sure what else to say. 

“Well, apparently he doesn’t care about me.” She spoke slowly, evenly, as if something had been shifting in side her and just settled into place at long last.

“Darlene… Darlene I’m so sorry…”

“No, Wayne. I’m sorry.” She murmured, scrunching the paper to a clump in her hands before dropping it where it was. “I’m sorry I ever let that guy into my life.”

“He didn’t love you, Darlene. He only loved one thing.” Wayne whispered, almost embarrassed to speak so candidly.

“I know.” Darlene hissed, dabbing her tears. 

She turned to him after a few moments with light in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see what was sitting right in front of me all this time. Staring me in the face.”

Wayne felt his chest tighten. She was so unspeakably beautiful. Even now, even after a night of worry, a morning of tears, here on the floor - Darlene was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. 

“Darlene, what-”

Darlene didn’t let him finish, didn’t want to answer the question he was about to ask. She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his, her breath cascading down his chest as she shuddered with relief. 

What felt like a lifetime’s worth of longing burst from her lips as she kissed Wayne, grasping at the hair on the back of his neck and clutching at his shoulders. Why had it taken her so long to see? To realise how she truly felt? 

Wayne felt his heart melt as he embraced the woman of his dreams, kissing her in the way he had always planned to in his heart. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, her curves pressing against him and squeezing his slender frame. 

And her lips tasted delicious. Incredible. Sweet. 

Sweet. 

Wayne opened his eyes to see Darlene Two staring him in the face, her purple lips leaking nectar down his throat, her massive body drowning him in her flesh. 

He stumbled on his wrists, falling back, in that moment feeling nothing but pure primal passion… and fear. 

“Wayne?” Darlene asked, eyes glistening. 

He stared at her, holding a hand on her chest uncertainly. It was her. Darlene. His Darlene. 

“I’m… I’m sorry, I…” 

“No, I’m sorry, I was too forward.” Darlene choked, swallowing as she offered him a hand up. 

“No! No. Really. I loved it, I just…” Wayne said, struggling to get all his thoughts out at once.

Then he saw it. Her lips. There was a subtle but noticable purple stain. Her breasts were so full, her body so supple. This place, that stuff, he knew what it was doing to her. What Darlene Two was doing. 

“I just… I really care about you Wayne.” She said, taking his hand in both of hers, before she looked at the clock. “I guess we should open the store huh?”

“Yeah. I guess we should.” Wayne grinned. 

“Can you fetch some nectar for me by the way?” She said from the back room. “There’s none in here. I uh… I think I used the last of it yesterday.”

“Oh… right.” Wayne said slowly, feeling reality set back in. “Darlene… can you mind the shop while im down there?”

“Sure just uh… I just need some. Soon please.”

He turned back to the door. It was time to get to the bottom of this.

Chapter 9

Wayne’s hands trembled as he reached once more for the basement door. The brass knob was cool and unforgiving under his touch. His mind raced with thoughts of the monstrous plantgirl, of what she had done, of what he suspected, of what he feared she may have done… and what she still might do. 

He didn’t want to go down there, but now he had to know. He had to be sure. 

The walls of the stairwell were unrecognisable. Thick, deep green foliage covered them. Vines had embedded themselves into every inch of rock and soil, and even the old stone staircase was carpeted in a thin layer of leaves and fronds. He locked the door behind him as he descended.

The air was thick and heavy with moisture and the scent of blooming flowers, which only grew stronger the further down he walked. He could feel his heart racing, his much-engorged cock straining in his pants. The pollen in the air was making his head spin. 

Finally, he reached the bottom step and took a deep breath - struggling to hold the sickly sweet air in his lungs - as his hand hovered over the basement door handle. The metal was cold and slick with condensation, the coolness a stark contrast to the hot, humid, living jungle that lay beyond. He closed his eyes, picturing Darlene's tear-stained face and the desperation in her voice, and then, with a sudden jolt of determination, he pushed the door open.

The sight that met him was a cornucopia. The basement had been utterly transformed, unrecognisable now, a verdant wonderland of foliage. The walls were living tapestries, the ceiling a latticework of thick, vein-ridden branches and vines that arched and stretched, subsuming the mass above. The ceiling above had been consumed, replaced with pulsing green life. In a very real way, Darlene Two was the only thing holding the store up anymore, not just figuratively. 

Below, the floor as well was a mass of living growth, stone and earth having long since been replaced by a plush carpet of soft but firm green tendrils, which gave way just a little under his tentative steps. 

However, Wayne’s gaze wasn’t drawn to Darlene Two’s massive, eight meter wide bulb, which dominated the wall. No, what surprised him was the presence of another shape. A much smaller, but oddly smooth pod which rested against the wall, encased in dozens of smaller vines like an insect’s hive. Veins stretched up from below it, painted across its deep green surface like dozens of fingers clasping a jewel in their grasp. 

“Oh my, my good little baby boy has returned at last…”

Darlene Two chuckled softly as one of the massive petals of her bulb unfurled, and she leaned her elbows atop it, chin in her hands as she smiled knowingly. 

Wayne tried to stand tall, or as tall as his now slightly shrunken form could, but he was little more than a child in her presence. 

He clenched his fists in determination. 

“What… what happened?”

“Why, whatever do you mean my sweet little boy?” She asked, faux innocence painting her features like a lady paints with rouge. 

“What did you do to Flynn?”

“Hmm? Who?” She asked, tickling her own chin in ersatz thought. “Oh, the big, strong, strapping young lad who came down here last night?” She added, unabashed lust on her face as she evidently reminisced. 

Wayne tried to remain unfazed, but it was obvious she was getting to him. 

“I told you, Wayne. I talked to him.” 

She simply smiled as the pair stared at each other. Her, perched upon a slimy purple petal, glimmering eyes fixed upon the four foot something prey which had so willingly walked into her domain. Him, a brave but foolish warrior, stood amidst the very bowels of evil. 

“Talked.” Wayne stated, his skepticism obvious. 

“I promised, didn’t I?” Darlene Two began to gently stroke one finger over her lips, trailing purple nectar across their absurdly thick, beestung mass. “Mommy promises, my sweet little thing, all she did was… convince him.”

Wayne stiffened, uncertain. He knew Flynn hadn’t written that note, although he admitted the guy may have signed it. Still, he’d known people to sign anything when they were afraid. 

“Well, where is he?”

Darlene sighed, the massive petal of her bulb unfurling fully as she pried her slickened forearms from it. Like a great, deep sigh, the saturated air from directly within her bulb wafted over him. A tidal wave of pheromones forced their way into his lungs, crashing into his senses and setting his body alight with an arousal so intense it was enough to send him to his knees. 

His cock, already thick and heavy from breathing in so much of her scent, strained against the already struggling fabric of his new clothes, eager to break free and be claimed by her once and for all. 

She was simply a vision of verdant beauty. Her skin a deep, rich shade of emerald that shimmered with a faint luminescence. Every inch of her massive body was a symphony of curves. Her breasts were so vast they simply boggled the mind, each one was larger than Darlene’s entire body now. Those nipples of her jutted forth proudly, a dark shade of purple, darker even than her nectar, protruding like ripe delicious berries, begging to be suckled upon. All this surroudned by a field of succulent, velvety flesh that simply demanded to be touched, licked, kissed, and tasted. 

In fact, to Wayne she seemed… even larger than he remembered. Had she grown more? Was she still growing? That didn’t seem possible, not when he hadn’t been down here in… 

“What did you do to Flynn…?” He gasped, his voice almost a whisper.

“My sweet little thing…” she cooed, a single finger curling towards herself in the air as if tugging on an invisible leash, “come here, why don’t you come snuggle Mommy and tell her what’s worrying you.”

It was not a request, he realised, as much as her verbiage tried to suggest so.

Instinctively, he felt his feet trip over themselves, his body so eager to obey her even as his mind sent contradictory orders. As a result he nearly collapsed onto the greenery below, snatching his hands away from the floor as he felt the vines gently encircling his fingers and wrists. 

“N-no! You… you did something to me. You’re still doing something to me!” He muttered, suddenly finding it difficult to raise his voice to Mommy - no, Darlene Two. “You… I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what, sweetie? It was your idea for me to talk to him, remember? Now, come to Mommy. Let Mommy help you understand.” She held her hands open invitingly, gently bouncing her breasts as she did so. “Come to Mommy.”

Wayne found himself slowly getting to his feet, taking one trembling step after another. With every deep breath he took, the scent of her sex swirling through his mind, it got harder and harder to focus, harder to piece his thoughts together. 

Those massive breasts jiggling so invitingly weren’t making it any easier either. 

“Good little boy, such a good boy for Mommy…” her cooing voice pierced through his increasingly frustrated attempts to force his thoughts to the fore, a mix of motherly comfort and sexual promise that bypassed his logical mind and went straight to his cock. “Last time we spoke you wanted him to go away, and now you want him back. It sounds like my sweet little baby is confused. It sounds like someone needs his Mommy to explain things to him, hmmm?”

Her words danced around his thoughts, her eyes glinting with a knowing smile as she watched his resolve crumbling. One after another his feet brought him closer to her, him not seeming to notice he was growing closer and closer to her grasp, beckoned to her by her siren’s call and utterly voluptuous curves. 

As he grew nearer his body increasingly betrayed him, his cock outright snapping the buttons of his slacks as it demanded release; yearning for Mommy’s warm, slick, welcoming embrace. 

“No, that’s… this isn’t right. Who wrote that letter?”

Wayne winced, his mental fortitude being pushed to his limits as he tried to block out the sights, sounds, and scents her flowery abode was bombarding him with.

“Why, he did of course, silly boy!” Mommy tittered, clasping her arms together beneath her breasts and hefting them deliberately, drawing his eyes despite his best efforts to resist staring longingly into their pillowy, slippery embrace. 

“No… no, it’s… not his writing.” Wayne murmured, his eyes following every single jiggle and bounce of those colossal mammaries, staring with increasing hunger as drops of purple milk were sent cascading down the swell of her breasts to dot the petal beneath her. 

“Oh, well, I may have helped him pencil in some of the finer points.” She admitted, licking her lips. “But I promise you, he agreed with every word I wrote. He said so. It was a little hard to hear what he was saying at the time but… well, just trust me, he was very happy to sign by the time we were done.”

Wayne felt his blood run cold at the implications of her words. 

“Then… then what happened?”

“I told you my sweet little boy… all we did was talk. Just like you and I talked.”

“B-but…” Wayne groaned, forcing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead. “We did more than talk. A lot more.”

“Oh, I remember. Trust me sweet thing, Mommy remembers just how much my sweet little boy loved being caught up in her big, soft titties.” She squeezed them together, demonstrating just how effortlessly soft and massive they were, as Wayne realised he had once again allowed his eyes to open. “Mommy remembers her good little boy suckling from her, fucking her so eagerly…”

Wayne turned to one side, as if trying to cast the cascade of sexual imagery she was deliberately conjuring in his mind away. 

A single vine curled under his chin, like a delicate caress, and turned his head back to face her. 

“I promised my little boy I would make him happy. That all I ever wanted was to make him happy.” She spoke softly now, soothingly. “All I have ever done, or ever will do, is to make my good little boy happy.”

Wayne read her features, trying to see through the weary arousal clawing at his sanity. Yet she seemed entirely genuine. He didn’t see even a hint of deception as she spoke. 

“I love you, my good boy.” She sounded almost hurt, crooning as she crossed her fingers together in unspoken prayer. “Aren’t you happier now? Think about everything that has happened.”

He did. He thought back over the days since Darlene Two had literally crashed into his life. The store was busy, they were making money. Flynn was gone, and Darlene was… was… 

“Darlene…” he whispered, flitting images of her face temporarily disrupting the endless lascivious parade of Darlene Two’s erotic horror show. 

“Mmmm, yes. The girl. She’s happier now, too, isn’t she? That other boy is gone, and now my good little boy has her all to himself. She will be so much happier with you, my sweet little prince.” Darlene Two asked, though her voice carried a hint of metal to it as she spoke. “And so pretty… she’s even prettier now, isn’t she?”

Wayne glared at her. He wanted to tell her she was wrong… but he couldn’t deny, he found Darlene’s body so irresistible, so… so… 

Voluptuous. 

Once again, Wayne found it hard to picture Darlene in his head, as Darlene Two seemed to fade into his view no matter how he tried. 

“You… she was… she was eating your uh…” He mumbled, suddenly bashful at the thought. 

“Mmmm, my nectar, my… special honey.” Darlene Two giggled, her massive chest quaking as she did so. “You’ve been selling so much of it. You take so much from Mommy, and she never asks you for anything in return.”

A pang of guilt shot through him. She had given him so much. She had changed his world, his life. 

No, that was wrong… she was manipulating things. Manipulating him. 

Wasn’t she? 

“I can see my good little boy has had a very long day. Maybe he needs to spend some time with his Mommy, hmmm?” Darlene Two suggested innocently enough, but slowly began to part her tree-trunk thick, monumental thighs. A delicious aroma flooded his senses anew as she did so. “Then you can take more of Mommy’s honey back with you. I’m sure there are so many people who want more of it.”

Darlene Two’s eyes lit up as she focused on his straining erection. Wayne’s knees buckled as his cock throbbed mightily, the sheer sensitivity of it making it difficult to stay upright. He was just one step away from being on top of her lush purple petals again. 

“That’s it… just a little bit closer. Let Mommy show you just how much she loves you, my precious little one.” Darlene Two purred, luring him ever closer with every word. The vines around his feet began to stir, moving slowly up behind him and gently but insistently pushing him forwards. 

She stared down at the frail young guy before her, eyes alight with a mix of love and unspeakable hunger. 

“Mommy knows how you feel. You’ve been so lonely for so long. That’s why Mommy wanted to help you. That’s why Mommy made that other boy go away - because all Mommy wants is for her little boy to be as happy as possible. I love you, my sweet thing.”

Wayne felt torn between the urgent call within him to flee, to run and hide from this monstrous creature, and the heartachingly warm desire her words inspired. He truly did believe her. Darlene Two had done so much for him in such a short amount of time... 

Tentatively, he took a step closer. 

Her massive, utterly fertile form seemed to practically pulse with life. That scent she emitted was intoxicating, filling his mind with visions of pleasure beyond pleasure. Her soft body looked so inviting, and the sticky embrace she offered came with the promise of a sweet release from all the confusing thoughts which troubled him so. 

“Come to Mommy…” she whispered, yet the words hit him with the force of a command. “Let me show you just how much I love you. How you are all I could ever want. How all I want is my sweet little boy to be happy in this world…”

Every thought she provoked was a symphony of comfort and temptation. Wayne’s eyes glazed over as he took one last shaky step, the vines beneath his feet lifting up as if eager to bring him closer. 

Darlene Two’s thighs parted wider, revealing the soft, plush purple flesh of her sex. It glistened with the promise of more nectar, even as her breasts began to spill forth an endless stream of lilac milk. Around her feet, the gelatinous pool of her violet secretions shimmered promisingly. 

Like a moth to the flame, he swallowed in acceptance, slowly walking straight into her captivating arms. Thinking was so hard. Obeying Mommy was so much simpler. 

Darlene Two leaned forward, her massive breasts bobbing hypnotically as she embraced him - like a plant trapping its prey. Her thick, meaty arms were massive, easily able to fully encompass Wayne’s body and tightly wrap around him. 

“Awww, did my good wittle boy miss his Mommy?” Darlene Two inquired with a smug, self-satisfied grin. “Yes he did. He came right back to his Mommy…”

Wayne felt his breath catch, a sickly choler rising in his throat as he felt himself literally and metaphorically sinking into her embrace. Slick, warm, green flesh subsumed his own like a thick liquid spreading. His head, his shoulders, both easily sank into the three feet deep valley of cleavage between her immense breasts. 

Her arms tightened, slimy fingers digging into his back delightedly as she tugged him closer, ensuring to trap him against her body as thoroughly as possible. Wayne could feel the heat of her body, the pulsing warmth of her skin, and the utterly smothering mass of her breasts. 

“Mommy’s been waiting all day for her baby boy to come back…” She said softly, pressing her nose to his as she giggled under her breath almost manically. “Mmmmm, Mommy missed her good little boy so much…”

Wayne knew this was wrong. He knew he had come down here for… something. It wasn’t this. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. It was wrong, it was-

“Oh my, my good little boy has grown so much!” Her expert touch soon slid down to embrace his now massively grown cock, her slippery digits instantly encircling the head of his cock with the same tenderness one would lift a kitten from its bed. 

Whatever misgivings Wayne had, they were instantly flung from his mind as his facial features short-circuited. The feeling of her hand on his cock was almost indescribable, and he could practically feel his thoughts being systematically erased one by one as her fingers began to gently tickle directly underneath his glans. 

“Ghhh… vhhhwalllhhh…” Wayne mumbled wordlessly as his eyes suddenly lost focus. 

He collapsed against her, just her simple touch enough to render him utterly helpless within her grasp. 

She held him tightly to her chest, allowing her massive breasts to press in either side of him and keep him firmly lodged in place. Then she allowed her colossal thighs to part, the air once more being flooded with a cocktail of her mind-bending pheromones. 

Slowly she slid him down, his massive cock throbbing against her plump stomach as it went, until his legs had sunk fully into the gap between her thighs - slickened heavily by the cloying, slimy secretions of her fatty mons. 

Wayne remembered the last time she had done this, how she had pinned him between her huge thighs. Yet this time, no matter how deep he sunk into them, his feet never found the other side. Her colossal thighs were simply too thick, too large. His entire lower body was easily clasped between them. The sticky purple residue of her arousal clung to his legs as if it were alive, her fleshy thighs claiming him as their entrapped victim. 

Predictably, his cock had throbbed to painful hardness, his enormous balls resting atop the soft, pillowy plateau of her lap as his cock bobbed and twitched against her equally fatty tummy. With every tiny movement he made, it grazed against her skin, leaving a trail of desperation in its wake which swiftly began to lubricate her abdomen - only increasing his sexual friction. Her thighs enclosed around his lower half like steel wrapped in silk, a softness so profound it was almost liquid, yet he could feel the steadfast power within them. 

Above him her enormous breasts hung pendulously as she leaned back, allowing him some small reprieve from their immense bulk, yet they still dominated the cavernous space within her flower pod. She looked down on him triumphantly, yet affectionately. 

“Mommy’s little boy has been waiting for this, hasn’t he…” she cooed. 

From behind him, a pair of lavish purple vines gently wrapped around his wrists, reclining his body until his back was flush against the wall of her flower bulb. He sank into the slimy purple flesh, feeling her nectar leaking from the walls themselves as it stuck to his shoulders. The vines kept his arms comfortably but firmly behind his back, and as such, his cock protruded proudly, jutting out for Darlene Two’s easy access. 

First she placed her palm against the tip of his cock, reaching her fingers down around it, and began to slowly stroke them up and down like a claw around his manhood. Every time her fingers closed together at the tip he felt a jolt shoot through him, and his entire body bucked helplessly within the fleshy prison of her thighs - and as such, barely moved. 

“Don’t you worry, Mommy will make her good little boy feel all better. No more worries, no more thoughts. Mommy will make her sweet little prince so much happier.” She licked her massively thick lips in anticipation, stroking his cock in earnest now, ensuring to squeeze her fingers just a little as they glided over the ridge of his cockhead and making the poor boy squirm desperately with every pass. 

“Now time to milk my good little boy!” She tittered. “My good little boy has been waiting so long. He really wants his Mommy to milk him. Such a good boy.”

Wayne’s breathing quickened, his already abnormal arousal spiking further. Something about that silly baby talk she used echoed through his mind with a power that seemed to crush his thoughts, the way her body so very easily crushed his. It was like she was speaking a language that bypassed his brain and spoke directly to his cock. In response it grew even thicker, even harder as she massaged it with her slippery palm. 

“My sweet little boy, my little angel, so hard… so needy for his mommy. He can’t get pleasure like this anywhere else. He only wants Mommy. Only Mommy can milk his cock the way my baby boy needs.”

She gripped his cock a little firmer now, chuckling deeply as she watched his face twitch and twist as she swiped her thumb across his leaking slit and ran it in circles over his head.

“Such a sweet, sweet boy. Such a good boy for his Mommy.”

He felt her other hand gently cup his colossal balls, hefting them and feeling their weight. 

“He has so much cum saved up for his Mommy! Oh, my good little boy needs his Mommy to milk his cock, doesn’t he?” She asked with a sickly sweet pout, as if asking a child about an injury. “Mommy will make it all better… Just give in to Mommy…”

Her hand dipped down between her thighs, her thick lips forming a depraved ‘o’ as she began to frantically masturbate herself, even as she only teased and tormented his cock in turn. She tickled her fingertips across his head, scattering what few shreds of awareness he’d been able to recollect to the wind. 

The sound of her fingers desperately diving into her plump, fatty purple folds filled the air with a symphony of wet slurps as she fingered herself into a frenzy. Her slit gushed a torrent of slick, viscous juices, the nectar coating his thighs. His cock responded, throbbing demandingly in her tantalising, teasing touch - growing even more painfully erect as it begged for the same treatment she was giving herself.

“Mmmm fuck! Such a good boy for Mommy…” She moaned pornographically, her voice a mix of motherly warmth and utterly wanton desire. “Does my good boy remember how good his Mommy’s pussy feels?”

Wayne nodded, drooling down his chest as his head hung low, able to recall just how divine her slippery violet folds had felt as he rutted himself mindlessly into her depths. The sight of her before him, so vast, so powerful, her body writhing in such a primal, sexual way was just too much for his poor little brain to handle. 

Sighing, she withdrew her fingers with a sickening slurp, having allowed a copious, thick puddle of her arousal to pool in the cleft of her thighs and pubis. His balls were practically basting in the thick, addictive slime, and she began to lovingly massage it into them - tracing every delicate line and wrinkle in his velvety sack. 

“Mmmm, Mommy’s good baby loves her juices… they’re going to make him grow up big and strong!” She giggled at some joke he was too far gone to get. “Well, at least in the only way that matters…” she added, her other hand squeezing his molten cock with emphasis. 

Wayne was beyond words. By now his vision was swimming with lust. The very epitomy of sexual desire was writhing her goddess-like body in front of him as she toyed with his cock. He couldn’t think of anything beyond the need for relief, to unleash the churning load in his swollen balls. 

“I think my good boy needs to cum, hmmm?” She asked rhetorically, squeezing his balls ever so gently. 

Switching to a more coddling babytalk lilt, her hand became a blur, milking his cock in earnest. 

“Mommy’s going to milk her sweet little boy. He can’t get away. He’s trapped. Mommy’s big squishy body has him stuck and he can’t get away. Such a sweet little boy for mommy!”

Her hand moved faster and faster, hunger evident in her eyes as she frigged his cock relentlessly. 

“Cum for Mommy. Give Mommy all that cum. Squirt it all out for Mommy.” Her voice was disgustingly sweet, but that merely spoke all the more to his libido, driving him wild with lust. His hips were shaking with unabashed, wanton desperation, pumping his cock into her hand and bucking forth to meet her every stroke. “I’m going to milk you dry, my sweet thing. You’re going to give me all that cum. You can’t stop me. You can’t get away. You’re mine.”

Her movements were preternaturally efficient. They exacted the maximum amount of pleasure, moving with a precision that seemed impossible. Her strokes grew more and more vigorous, her other hand having returned to her own folds, adding the soundtrack of her own frenzied masturbation to the wet slaps of the milking of his cock. 

Wayne’s brain was fried, baking in the intense sexual heat. He was merely a conduit for her to impart pleasure through, and extract cum from. 

“My good boy is going to cum…” She gleefully promised, delighting in his utter surrender. 

Some part of him was trying to hold back, biting his lip and throwing his head from side to side, desperate not to give in to her salacious whims. 

“There’s no use fighting it. Mommy’s good boy can’t resist how good his Mommy makes him feel. It’s pointless to resist, my dear…”

Her purple eyes glowed ferociously at his meager, feeble resistance. 

“It’s inevitable. I will make you cum. You will feed me. No one can resist me.”

Darlene Two’s voice took on a slightly deeper tone, gravely pronouncing her power. 

“Feel how good I make you feel, let that pleasure burn into your mind. You can’t resist Mommy. No one can. You love me. You want me to make you happy. You want to cum for me.”

Her words danced around him, the nauseating babytalk so embarrassing, so degrading… yet it only served to further fuel his arousal. He was nothing but a toy, a plaything compared to a creature so large. A beloved pet. Something she could dote upon for her amusement. 

Wayne’s cock throbbed dramatically, and he felt his body tensing in anticipation of his imminent orgasm. 

“Yes, good boy, don’t fight it… just give in to Mommy. Let Mommy milk out all your cum…” 

Her soothing, reassuring words felt like a soft weighted blanket, smothering any pathetic semblance of defiance he could try to mount. He was utterly under her spell, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the sweet release her milking fingers promised. 

“That’s it, let it all out for Mommy. Don’t hold back. Don’t resist. Just give in.” She cooed, her body shivering with arousal as she watched the poor boy be utterly drowned in her sexuality. “Give me it. Give it to Mommy. Give me it all.”

His body tightened, his muscles coiling like a spring, as his eyes snapped shut trying to hold back the tide. 

“CUM FOR MOMMY!” She demanded, squeezing his cock tightly and milking it mercilessly. 

Wayne felt his entire body bucking with every surge of cum he squirted against her belly, it swiftly jetting up to coat her breasts, her chest. His orgasm stretched on and on, and he was dimly aware that an absolutely unnatural amount of cum was flooding out of him. Even given her colossal size he was painting her whole upper body creamy white as she steadily and unrelentingly milked rope after rope of thick cum from his balls. 

His throat ached with the strangled cry he had been holding, releasing it at last, a choked whimper rasping as his frail body shivered under her merciless stroking. 

At last she seemed satisfied, releasing his cock as his entire body heaved with the effort, struggling to catch his breath. 

Darlene Two, however, was ensuring not one drop went to waste. Small purple tendrils swept across her body, leaking nectar as they went, but absorbing every ounce of his cum. Tenderly she lifted a fingerful to her lips and licked it clean, delighting as if it were the sweetest substance in existence. She groaned around her finger, an orgasmic warble as her thick lips massaged her finger in a way that made his tired cock twitch.

“Such a good boy for Mommy…” she cooed, reaching down at last to pull him close to her in a hug. 

Her massive breasts enveloped him entirely, and he felt her sticky, sweet nectar all over his body. It was a heady, intoxicating scent that made him feel both more sensitive, but also safe… and warm. She held him tightly, kissing the top of his head with loving affection. 

“Mommy’s so proud of her good little boy. You did so well… so, so good…”

Wayne’s eyes drooped as the tension in his body melted away under her touch. Her fingers massaged his back, her tight embrace pressing his face into her colossal breasts, their sloshing mass so soothing under his hot cheeks. So loving, so soothing, her embrace was almost suffocating. He didn’t want it to ever end. Her words were a balm to his soul. After so long worrying, so long fretting, she made him feel so much better about… well, he didn’t even remember why he’d been so upset.

Chapter 10

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here.” She soothed him, stroking his back reassuringly. “You don’t have to think about anything else. Just let Mommy take care of everything. You’re safe here. Safe with Mommy.”

Her gentle whispers tickled his ear as she delicately played with the hair on the back of his neck. She endlessly droned a hypnotic lullably of sweet, reassuring words, worming their way into his mind as his vulnerable post-orgasmic psyche struggled to reassert itself. 

The storm of emotions raging in him was drowning in her blissfully calm touch. Her arms tightened around him, the softness of her embrace was the cocoon of a mother’s love. Yet his cock was already throbbing to hardness once more, pressing against her tummy and gently twitching. 

“Awww, I think Mommy’s sweet little boy still has more to give…” She cooed, very delicately petting his cock, careful not to overstimulate his sensitive organ. 

“My sweet little boy must be thirsty. Come drink from Mama…”

With that, she once again propped his head atop her breast, gently cuddling him to her body.

Wayne could only grimace as, right before his weary eyes, the dark purple flesh of her nipple began to slowly engorge. The dark purple nub, a stark contrast to her emerald green flesh, expanded atop the dinner-plate sized areola. Its surface was delicately wrinkled, a labyrinth of contours that only grew the longer he stared.

His eyes slowly moved up and up as the mass of sensitive flesh expanded to its full size, and he was transfixed, awed by it. At full size it had now swollen to the size of sausages that hung in a store’s meat aisle. Violet milk dribbled endlessly from the tip of her nipple, tiny beads of milk sprouting from across its tip, and every few seconds a little gout of milk would spurt from within, heavily increasing the flow. With a parched swallow, he wasn’t sure it would fit in is mouth.

Darlene Two, however, seemed unconcerned about his concerns. 

“Time to suckle from mama…” she cooed, gently pressing her massive nipple to his lips. 

His lips struggled to encompass the mass of purple flesh as she gently but insistently pressed in deeper, her milk helping lubricate her efforts. Even the pressure of his lips alone had heavily increased her flow of milk. His cheeks bulged as he tried feebly to avoid swallowing it, but the sheer sweetness of it was driving him wild. He drank needily, greedily, eagerly. He was having to swallow every few seconds to prevent his mouth filling completely. 

Darlene Two’s hands delicately cradled his head to her colossal breast, keeping him firmly in place as he drank. Her expression grew more and more smug, her clutch more and more possessive with each drop that passed his lips. 

“That’s it. That’s it my sweet little boy. Drink all of Mommy’s milk. It’s all for you. Only for you. Mommy’s milk will make you so big for me… so sweet… so obedient. You’re going to love it. You’re going to love me, more and more, with every mouthful you drink…”

Her dark mantra continued as her milk flow became a river, and he had to swallow fast. He barely had time to breathe between swallows let alone protest. The taste was overwhelming. A heady mix of that addictive sweetness which had reduced him to little more than a thrall to her desires. 

Eyes gleaming with a sick, twisted love, Darlene Two was his entire world in that moment. He literally couldn’t see anything but her, couldn’t think of anything but the love she gave him so freely. His entire world had been narrowed down to the warm, suffocating embrace of her breasts and the sweet nectar which had become his only sustenance. 

His cock swelled once more, and she noticed, her smile widening. 

With a gentle push atop his shoulders, she parted her colossal meaty thighs. Thick strands of purple arousal clung to each as they opened, and she easily aligned his hardening cock with the clutching, purple lips of her sex. It beckoned to him, its churning flesh a warm invitation to his own descent into madness. 

“Such a good little boy for his Mommy.” Darlene Two giggled breathlessly, her voice sounding a little disturbed. “Good little boys cum for their Mommies… just keep suckling and buck your little hips. Pump Mommy full of all that delicious cum…”

Wayne mumbled a feeble protest around her nipple, but she simply squeezed her breast in response, flooding his mouth with milk and drowning his meager resistance in her cream. 

“Now… Come to Momma…” She said eagerly, licking her full lips. 

She squeezed her thighs together and the pressure of her slick flesh was enough to force Wayne deeper between her thighs - his cock sliding into her waiting pussy with a sickeningly wet squelch. Purple nectar flooded across his stomach and thighs as his massive cock pressed into her, the tightness of her pussy gripping him like a vice.

“Yes! YES! That’s it… mmmm, fuck. Yes.” She groaned, her colossal body trembling as he sank deeper and deeper, his cock sliding home inch by inch. Her grin seemed almost too wide for her face, hammering home her truly inhuman nature. 

Darlene Two grunted in satisfaction as his full twelve inches of hot, throbbing cock pressed as deep within her as it could go. Even with his massively enlarged cock, he still felt tiny compared to her incomprehensible mass. Each of her breasts alone was like a moon dominating the sky above him, and were she to lay atop him each one could easily smother his entire body. Her thighs, larger in circumference than tractor tires by now, were a velvety prison that trapped him in their vice - one whose force no man could replicate nor ever hope to escape from. 

Wayne was a tiny creature caught in the smothering maternal embrace of a monstrous beast. He had never felt so small, so powerless, so utterly dominated by another being. Her tits seemed to crush the air around them with their weight alone. He realised now just how powerful Darlene Two had become. She could smother him effortlessly with her thighs, her breasts, her body. She could lift him with a single finger. Yet she held him with the tender care and genuine love of a mother cradling her child. 

“Such a good, good boy for Mommy…” 

Her eyes, a deepl and malicious purple, spoke of her depthless hunger that went beyond mere arousal. She viewed him all at once with utter adoration and a predatory gaze, her pupils dilated and her breathing ragged. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, digits shivering a little with need. The paper thin veneer, her facade of innocence that she had wrapped him in as certainly as she had her own thighs, was slipping. 

“Look how hard my good boy is… you want your Mommy… you NEED your Mommy…” She spoke in that sickly sweet baby talk of hers that seemed to flow so easily past his mental barriers, a mix of endearment and covetous possessiveness. She leaned in closer, pressing his head to the wall of her flower, milk pouring down his throat. “You need to cum for Mommy. You need to fill Mommy up, feed her, feed her like only her good boy can.”

The tendrils of her desire coiled around his thoughts, worming into his mind, just as her very real tendrils had encircled his body and sunk into the earth itself. Slowly she squeezed, crushing any last remnants of resistance in his mind. He was hers. He couldn’t resist her. That knowledge sent a shiver of fear through him… and no small amount of arousal. 

Her massive thighs began to squeeze tighter around him, forcing him to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that grew steadier and more demanding with each passing moment. She held him firmly in place, her hands stroking his cheek as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

“You’re going to love being Mommy’s good little boy. Trust me. Trust in me. Just in me.”

Darlene Two’s eyes, purple pools of temptation, bored into his soul. Wayne felt himself sinking into their abyss, sinking into pools of purple bliss. He found he simply couldn’t stop staring into those vast pools of light. They were the essence of temptation themselves, pulling him deeper and deeper the longer he stared, still swallowing her milk obediently as he did so.

Wayne felt his hips rocking unconsciously, driving his cock into her with more vigour. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. You’ll never be alone every again. Mommy will always be here for you.”

She slid her nipple from his mouth with an audible pop, bright lilac milk drooling down his chin as his lips remained open, his slackjawed expression fixed as he stared up into her eyes, his own reflecting the purple light that emanated from her. 

Darlene Two’s massive breasts, hypnotic orbs of flesh from which her purple-tainted milk flowed freely, had become his entire world. She swayed them back and forth, jiggling them with delicate giggles. The throb of her desire resonated through her flesh and he felt it within his own as his cock throbbed inside her - much to her delight. 

“Mommy’s good little boy loves his Mommy’s big boobies, hmmm?” She whispered conspiratorially as her thighs drove him in and out of her pussy, every clench of her legs driving the boy’s cock deep within her. “You’re going to love being my little boy.”

The world around him faded away, he was just a ball of pleasure trapped in the cocoon of her flesh. All that remained was the sight of her beautiful purple eyes, massive tits, and the feel of her flesh around his own. 

Her hand slid down to cup his cheek, fingers under his chin as they delicately tilted his face up to stare directly into her eyes. Her thumb curled into his mouth, playing with his tongue possessively as she pumped his body into her again and again.

“Soon, my sweet little prince. Soon you’ll never have to be apart from Mommy ever again.”

She sighed a little, as if both dissappointed but also relieved. 

“For now, give Mommy all that cum. Feed me. Feed Mommy so she can get bigger and bigger…”

Wayne’s eyes widened at her words, panting with exertion has his huge cock was forced into her sex again and again. 

“You want Mommy to get bigger, don’t you? You love that Mommy is so much bigger than you…”

Every syllable she spoke was a caress to his mind, gently but insistently planting one idea after another into his vulnerable little brain. The poor boy hadn’t stood a chance from the start. His mind had been practically pickled by the constant flood of pheromones and nectar being poured into his body. It was just so easy for her to make little tweaks here and there. All to make her good little boy happier, of course. 

“Mommy makes you so happy, doesn’t she? My sweet little boy?” She cooed, the pressure around his cock growing more demanding by the moment as she squeezer her thighs like a vice. “And she makes other people happy too, doesn’t she… You want to help me make people happy. You want me to grow bigger so I can make everyone happy.”

Wayne could only nod blankly, drooling vacantly as her beautiful eyes had his fixed with their gleaming power. Her eyes grew darker, hungrier. The purple light within them flickered like a candle in the darkness. He could feel the palpable force in the air that was her desire, her love, feeding into him as he in turn fed into her. A cycle of pleasure he never wanted to end. 

“Cum for me. Cum. Cum inside Mommy, my good little boy.”

He obeyed without question, as any good boy would. His hips bucked and thrusted eagerly, his thick cock plunging into the tight, warm embrace of her oversized pussy. The purple, slickened flesh of her labia clung to his girth, her walls quivering with every peentration. The sticky sounds of their union echoed within the flower pod, the slimy, dripping walls closing in around them. 

The soft squelch of her arousal was like depraved music, their moans of pleasure creating a symphony. Her hands held his cheeks as she whispered nonsensical words of praise to him. Perhaps he was too far gone to understand her words, or perhaps they just didn’t make sense. They didn’t have to. They were just sweet, soft sounds that spurred him on and coaxed him towards orgasm. Encouraging coos and whispers. 

His cock throbbed and ached, twitching and spasming within her as she eagely fucked herself with his tiny body and much larger cock. Sensing he was close, she sank her fingers into his shoulders, clutching at him desperately. 

“Cum for Mommy baby, cum for Mommy!” She squealed in pleasure as she felt his animalistic rutting reach a fever pitch. 

Wayne was a single minded entity, all he wanted to do was cum, and nothing else mattered. 

He erupted within her, his cock pulsing again and again as her own orgasm quite literally crashed down atop him, her soft flesh crushing him against the flower’s walls as he twitched and throbbed, cum pouring into her greedy depths. 

Darlene Two’s eyes widened, a look of pure triumph and unadulterated satisfaction on her face as she felt his liquid surrender. Her purple, slimy tongue found his ear as she squeezed his body to hers, huge breasts pinning him in place between them. 

Wayne’s hips continued to buck against her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself completely, both in body and in mind. Each spurt was so intense it was almost painful, but he couldn’t stop. Her body demanded obedience without question, and his obeyed. 

At last his orgasm subsided, and he slumped within the pillowy prison of her flesh. She kissed his face as his eyes glazed over, his thoughts a mess. All he could feel was pleasure and her warmth surrounding him.

Darlene stroked his hair with a gentle hand, eyes gleaming with dark intent. 

“Such a good boy…” She whispered, biting her lip as his still-hard cock twitched, still lodged within her needy mons. 

With a delicate kiss to his forehead, she slowly pulled back. His wrists were released at long last from the fleshy purple vines holding them. His tired form lay against her, breathing heavily, and she held him as she waited for him to recover from his ordeal. 

“Mommy’s so proud of you. Mommy loves you so much. Now, though, you have work to do. We have lots of people to make happy.”

Her vines lifted him from her body, retrieving his clothing from nearby and delicately redressing him as he was held aloft on a bed of writhing tendrils, before lowering him to the ground. With slow, sodden movements, Wayne got back to his feet, steadying himself by resting his hands on his knees. 

“Just do as Mommy says, and I promise you, soon we’ll be together forever. Just you and I, together in our little garden of love.”

Wayne struggled to straighten out his thoughts. No… There was someone else. 

“Dah… Darlene…” He mumbled. 

“Yes sweetie, I’m here.” She cooed, a vine gently caressing his cheek. 

“No. Darlene. The real… Real Darlene.” He murmured, regret creeping into his voice. 

“Oh yes. Of course.” Darlene Two said sweetly, but with a tiny edge to her voice. “Mommy knows you love her very much.”

She sighed softly, opening the basement door for Wayne. 

“Mommy will have to talk to her as well.” She said softly, as Wayne struggled to lift a metal pail full of her nectar which she had left for him. 

Wayne looked back at Darlene Two at those words, fearfully, but she simply smiled innocently at him. 

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Chapter 11

As Wayne exited the basement, it felt like re-entering the real world from a dream. The heavy scent of blooming flowers from above was familiar to the overpowering floral scent he had just left, but different… at least, different enough to feel like fresh air. 

The sticky residue of Darlene’s nectar clung to his body as he ascended the stairs. Each step brought him closer to reality, one which was so far removed and different from the verdant haze of her embrace. 

The mundane sounds of the store above grew louder with each step, and then at last he felt light on his face, the door swinging open deftly as he leaned against it. The metal pail was heavy in his hands, and he used both hands to lug it forwards. Its weight and the coolness of the metal bit into him just enough to ground him. 

A crowd of people had gathered outside the store, and they eagerly looked in as he moved with the pail, eyeing its contents eagerly. Nervously, he waved to them, and wondered why the door was closed. Spying the clock however he realised it was past midday. Darlene had probably closed the store for lunch. 

Had he really been down in the basement for… three hours? 

As he approached the store room his steps grew quieter, his heart racing in his chest. He knew Darlene needed this nectar, needed it so they could keep selling it, but… should he? For a moment he considered taking it to the bathroom and pouring it down the sink. Then his heart skipped a beat. It was as if the thought of her nectar going to waste, of it not being consumed by as many people as possible, was… was horrifying. 

He shuddered, unsure why he had such a reaction, but gripped the pail tighter all the same. 

Wayne knew what he had to do, but the thought of facing Darlene after what had just happened, after what he had been doing… he still felt so guilty. She had just confessed her love to him and he had… 

Another shudder, as he walked closer to the door. 

He was so preoccupied with regaining himself, however, that his awareness dimmed. It was only when he was right outside the storeroom he noticed the door was slightly ajar. From within he could hear muffled moans, and Wayne’s body drooped. Was she crying?

As he closed with the door, though, putting his ear to the gap, he realised those were far from moans of sorrow. Darlene’s sweet, high-pitched gasps grew clearer, and Wayne gasped in shock as he saw Darlene - his lifelong friend and newfound love - with her head rolled back in utter ecstasy. She was sat upon one of the worn wooden chairs, one hand between her thighs and the other in her mouth, muffling her erotic groans. 

Wayne was about to duck away, to try to quiet himself away without her notice, but what he saw demanded his attention as it took his breath. She had a look of utter, rapturous pleasure on her face. She was practically naked, her shorts around her ankles and her shirt around her neck. He could tell, even from here, that she had changed even in the short hours he had been away. Her body was ever so slightly thicker, her arms and calves carried a little more weight. As her foot stretched into mid-air, toes curled in orgasmic glee, he could see her thighs jiggling with every vigorous thrust of her fingers with newfound mass. Her breasts, already bountiful, were full and wider. Her once toned, flat stomach was now definitively pudgy, a soft belly that begged to be kissed and squeezed. 

Her eyes were closed, lost in throes of pleasure, and as such didn’t see Wayne gawking through the doorway as she worked her fingers in and out of her wet, needy pussy with an insatiable lust. 

What truly worried Wayne, however, was what else she was doing. Her hand was coated in purple nectar, and she was licking it from her fingers like a dog as it dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Her other hand was just as imbued with the violet substance, her fingers driving it into her lips with gusto. 

It seems there had been one jar left, and she had used it all for herself.

How long had this been going on for? He wondered. 

Of course. She had been working with the stuff all this time. She had been in contact with it every day for hours. No wonder it had begun to have such an affect on her body. 

Wayne wanted to step away. He truly did. He wanted to pour the rest of the nectar away and take Darlene in his arms, spirit her away from that place. 

But all he could do was stare in utter awe at the vision of sexual desire before him, his altered mind soothing his erstwhile rebellious thoughts. His tired, aching cock throbbed anew. 

Darlene’s hand worked furiously, her fingers coated in the thick, purple substance as it shimmered in the dim light of the storeroom. Her other hand grasped at her body, seeming to revel in its softness, leaving a trail of gloss wherever it touched.

She kept her thighs widely parted, almost inviting him to gaze upon her swollen, glistening sex. The tender, pink folds of her pussy had been stained purple by Darlene Two’s touch, slick and puffy, practically begging to be touched. 

Her moans grew louder as she brought her hand to her mouth again, tongue swirling around the nectar covered digits. She drank deeply of the sweet, intoxicating essence, undiluted, which had already changed her so much. For a moment her eyes fluttered open, and for a heart-stopping moment Wayne thought he saw her, but then her gaze drifted away lost in a haze of pleasure. 

With each movement of her fingers her plush thighs trembled more, quivering with each stroke, her hand a blur between her legs. She was so close, so incredibly close, and so beautiful in her moment of such vulnerability. 

Her moans became a keening wail, barely muffled by her fist as she suckled so needily upon the purple slime. She bucked her hips, grinding her sex against her slick fingers, as her entire body seemed to swell with pleasure. She rose up higher and higher, lifting her hips off the chair, fingering herself madly as her body contorted in agonized pleasure. 

She collapsed to the chair, groaning in pure, unbridled ecstasy as her orgasm crashed down upon her. Heaving, she drew in ragged breaths, head rolling from side to side atop her shoulders, but she never let her purple fingers drop from her greedily sucking lips. 

Wayne felt a sudden pang of guilt. He ducked away from the door frame, and ever so gently put the pail down next to the store room’s door. He snuck back across the shop floor to the basement door, and opened it with a loud creak. 

He coughed, loudly, and not entirely for show as the sheer eroticism of what he had just witnessed was still impressing itself on him. His cock, somehow, was once again ready to go. 

He slammed the door shut again, and then made his way to the front door, waving genially to the people crowding outside as he got their attention; anything to give her time, he told himself. 

Opening the door with the latch on, he began to make small talk with the eager customers in waiting, looking up at the clock above. 

Wayne knew he wouldn’t get his lunch, but… well, he was far from hungry. Besides, he couldn’t remember the last actual meal he’d eaten. 

When it was a few minutes left til opening, he went to the store room door and knocked. He noticed the door was now firmly closed. 

“Hey Darlene, are you ready to open up?”

The door swung open quickly, far too quickly. Darlene was grinning innocently, straightening her clothes over and over. 

“Mmm-hmm!” She quipped, nodding eagerly. 

“Okay, I’ll go let them in.” 

“Wayne, uh…” She began, scratching at her neck nervously. “Did you get the nectar?”

“Yeah I left it…”

He looked down at the pail, which he forgot he had already left by the door before, and Darlene’s eyes followed. For a long minute the pair just stared at it. 

Their eyes met, and Wayne tried not to breathe. 

Darlene’s smile grew broader, guiltily, and she beamed at him. She smiled with gritted teeth, clenching her now rounder thighs together, laughing embarrassedly as she slowly closed the door again. 

Wayne winced in sympathy. 

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Darlene exited the store room during a rare lull in customers. Her crop-top was so tight it could have been painted onto her body, with her breasts threatening to spill over the hem with every movement she made. Her bootyshorts too made indentations in her tummy and thighs, showing just how soft and pliable her body had become in just a few short days. The way they hugged her thickened thighs and curvy ass was nothing short of scandalous. 

Wayne wondered why she hadn’t noticed yet, not that he was complaining. The voluptuous curves of her body were simply incredible. Of course, they paled in comparison to the woman residing just a few meters below them in the basement. 

Darlene put her hands on the counter as she stood behind it next to Wayne, not making eye contact. She drummed her hands idly, looking at anything except him. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, of course. She was simply the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

“So…” She said at last. 

“About earlier-”

“Wayne, it’s okay.”

“I was going to say something-

“Wayne, it’s fine.”

“I just didn’t know how to-”

Her lips caught his mid sentence, him still trying to mumble out an explanation as she kissed him. He could taste the sweet, syrup of Darlene Two’s nectar on her lips, and it only made it better. 

When at last she released his mouth from hers, she was smiling. 

“It’s fine, Wayne. Do you think I’m dumb? That I haven’t seen you staring at me all these years?”

Wayne bashfully turned away, but she merely hugged him. Her breasts pressed around his arm as she nuzzled into his neck affectionately. 

“But… I mean, what about Flynn?” He asked, features dark. 

Darlene rested her elbow on the old wooden counter, feeling the cracked wood poke at her skin. 

“Flynn was never the right guy for me.” She said, breathing a deep sigh. “He was so… demanding. So obsessed with what he wanted.”

She stood upright, nodding slowly, as if just now realising it. Walking through the store, through shelves of plants with their leaves and vines reaching down at the pair as they passed, Wayne followed her. 

“He never once cared about what I wanted, he just assumed if he was happy, I was happy.” Her fingers played with her long, red ponytail, curling it around her finger. “He didn’t really care about me. Not like you do.”

Wayne felt his heart beat joyously at her words, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty. 

“Thank you. I… I don’t want to be… Well, I mean he’s only been gone a day, don’t you think you need time?”

For a moment Darlene paused, furrowing her brow, but the longer she thought, the more relaxed her face became. A slight smile spread before she continued. 

“No, I don’t think so. Time for what? Wayne and I were never really together. That wasn’t a real relationship, if I’m honest with myself. He just saw me as a conquest, something to tick off his list. He didn’t know what love was.”

Her eyes searched his as she clutched at his shirt. Wayne felt like he could die happy at that moment. 

“Not like you do, Wayne. You’ve always been there for me, always understood me.”

Darlene’s fingers trailed down his chest, and Wayne felt his cock screaming for attention. His blood boiled with the desire he felt for her. 

Wayne watched her as she lifted a watering can, admiring the beautiful peachy swell of her ass as it sashayed with every step. He couldn’t deny how he felt. If anything he loved her more now than he ever had. 

As she poured water on the plants, though, he noticed something that distracted him from even her beauty; the water had a distinct purple tinge to it. 

“Darlene… the water…”

“Hmm? Oh, right! I started mixing in some of that nectar with the water. It’s why the plants have been growing so well!” She said, airily, as if she hadn’t even thought about it, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “I tested it on a little Orchid and it bloomed so beautifully that I decided to use it on everything.”

Wayne stopped to look around at the plants on the shelves. All of them? 

“For how long?”

“Oh, pretty much all week.” She responded, smiling as she sent a stream of purple water across every shelf, every leaf, every pot. 

It dawned on him now. The plants had been growing so well because of the nectar. That was why the shop always smelled so sweet now, she’d been sprinkling Darlene Two’s nectar on everything. 

“Darlene-” he began, but saw something that made his blood run cold. 

There, in one of the pots, a little purple bulb had emerged from amidst a sea of fronds.

With big, thick lips. 

“Wayne, this last week has been…” Darlene said, pressing her body to his in a none-too-subtle way, “well, I’ve never been so happy. We’ve got all the money we’ll ever need, and now we have… each other.”

He looked between Darlene and the plant, its thick purple lips grinning at him. When he looked back to Darlene, he saw her own lips stained purple… and just as happy. 

Yet as he looked down the aisles, he began to see one purple bulb after another, dozens, hundreds, poking their heads out. They were all looking right at him. All grinning with thick, luscious lips. 

How many were there? How many had they already sold? Would the ones in peoples homes be sprouting now? What if… what if… 

It was all too much for him. He had to say something, do something. It didn’t matter how good things were, it wasn’t right. He had to-

A bell chime dashed his thoughts, and Darlene pulled away, smoothing out her crop top as pearls of sweat dripped down the underside of her breasts. 

“We can talk about all this later.” She said, grinning, holding on to his shirt until the last moment as she stepped away. 

Wayne just stared after her, torn between going after her to explain everything, and gawking at her magnificent derriere. Later. They would talk later. That sounded nice. 

“Wayne Tully?”

He didn’t turn for a few moments, still lost in thought. 

“Mr Tully?” The voice insisted, more stern. 

Wayne jumped at the sight of a police officer just a few feet from him. 

“AH! Yes.” He tried to sound as normal as possible. “That’s me. What’s uh… the problem, officer?”

“I didn’t mean to startle you, Mr Tully.”

“It’s fine. Wayne, I’m just Wayne.”

“Wayne.” The officer gave him a wary look before taking out her notepad and looking through it. 

Her voice was commanding, cold. Harsh. So unlike the dreamworld he’d been floating in for so long now. It was a harsh dose of reality, hitting him like a cold shower. The officer was broad shouldered, stern, but with a hint of concern in her eyes. 

“I’m Officer Castella. We’re following up a missing person’s report. Do you know the whereabouts of a Mr Flynn McDonald?”

Wayne felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he shrunk before the uniformed woman before him. Reality hit like a ton of bricks. 

He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly so dry. 

“I don’t, uh, no sorry. The last time I saw him he was picking up something for Darlene, and then he uh… he left.”

“When was this?” The officer asked, making notes. 

“Yesterday night. I haven’t uh… seen him since.”

Her gaze was unyielding as she studied him, eyes sharp and piercing.

“It’s important you tell me everything you know Mr Tully.” She spoke evenly, reading his features.

“I know. I mean I am.” He added. “I don’t know what happened to him last night.”

“But you think something happened to him last night?” The officer asked, eyes narrowing. 

His mind raced. What should he say?

For a moment he felt a burst of energy in his soul. This was it. This was his chance. He could tell this officer everything - she might not believe him, but she would at least send someone who would eventually. He hadn’t done anything wrong… had he? 

No, all he’d done was find an odd plant, have ridiculous amounts of sex with it, sell its abormal purple slime with unknown properties to the public, send Flynn down into the basement-

“No idea, officer.” He stated, changing his mind. 

“Right.” She wrote quite a few things down, before eventually continuing. “So you have no idea where he could be?”

The officer adjusted her collar, the heat inside the Garden of Eden evidently getting to her. She wiped her brow as she wrote, a bead of sweat dripping onto the page as she tried to scribble around it.

“Wayne, you forgot the note!” Darlene quipped, perkily, from behind her. 

“Ah, Darlene Grange?” The officer asked, turning, and freezing when she saw the half-naked state of the girl. 

“That’s me.” She replied bubbily, breasts bouncing a little as she held a hand up in greeting. 

“You said something about a note?” The officer asked, trying not to stare at the girl’s nipples poking through the sweat-sodden material. 

Darlene held it out, the paper having been meticulously un-crumpled, though the purple stains remained. 

“I see.” The officer said, reading over it a few times before making some notes. “So the last one to see Flynn was you, Wayne, and you have no information about what happened to him?”

“Nope.” 

The lie felt thick on his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t reveal the truth. Not yet. Not until he figured out what to do about Darlene, the nectar, Darlene Two… 

“Do you like plants, Officer Castella?” Darlene asked, smiling. 

“Uh, not really, sorry. I was never much of a green thumb.” She said, however she did stop to look up at some of the plants on the shelves. For a moment her eyes seemed a little misty. 

“Neither was I as a kid.” Darlene said, smiling, running her hands through the leaves by her head. “Then I got a job here. I still didn’t really like plants, but they’ve kind of… grown on me.”

Darlene giggled, and Officer Castella shook herself free of her momentary daze, looking at her quizzically. 

“You seem… remarkably calm about your boyfriend being missing, Darlene.”

Darlene only spared her a passing glance, eyes on the purple bulbs around her, tracing her fingers lovingly over their lips. 

“Oh, Flynn’s not my boyfriend. Wayne is.”

The officer flipped through her notebook a few times, and Wayne stared in wide eyed amazement at Darlene. What was she thinking!?

“I have several people on record telling me you were dating, Ms Darlene, did that change recently?”

“Oh yeah. This morning. Wayne and I decided to hook up.”

Wayne gritted his teeth, sawing his hand under his neck behind the officer, but Darlene merely beamed at the law-woman as she put her notebook away. 

“So, you and Wayne here decided to form a relationship just hours after your previous boyfriend was declared missing.” She spoke gravely. 

“Yup!” She giggled again, and reached up to lift a plant from the shelf. 

“Okay, I think I’m going to need to-” The officer began, but stopped when Darlene held the plant pot just in front of her face. 

“Isn’t this little guy amazing?” Darlene asked, holding the purple bulb, its thick lips grinning inanely, just inches from the officer’s face. “Wayne crossbred it, it’s the most amazing little plant I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s very nice, Ms Grange, but I think I’m going to…” For a moment the officer stared at the plant, inhaling slowly, then more deeply. “Wow, it smells good…”

“I know, right?” Darlene asked, moving closer to the officer, her massive breasts bouncing under her skimpy dress. 

The officer took the plant from her hands, staring at it, and inhaling deeply again. 

“Wow. Wow…” She said, as she took one deep breath after another. “It’s…”

“Incredible, right?” Darlene said, lifting another one off the shelf and bringing it close to her own lips. “These little guys have turned our whole business around, right Wayne?”

He nearly jumped as Darlene’s eyes met his intently. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, they have.”

The officer paused, looking back and forth between Wayne and Darlene, but found her eyes drawn back to the plant in her hands. 

“Huh, well… my husband says we need a plant in the house…” The officer spoke slowly, the stern edge to her voice slowly being worn away with every moment she spent. 

Wayne felt guilt creeping into him. On some level he knew this was wrong, that he should be doing something, saying something… but what could he say? What could he do that wouldn’t wind up ruining all the wonderful things that had happened? 

His life had never been so good. Why should that change? Why couldn’t Wayne be happy?

“How much is it?” Officer Castella asked. 

“For you Officer, it’s on the house. Good luck in your investigation. If you find Flynn, tell him he’s a jerk and I don’t want to see him again.”

Darlene sauntered over to Wayne and wrapped her arms under his, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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Chapter 12

As Officer Castella left the store, a cherubic purple-lipped plant in her hands, Darlene gently kissed Wayne’s cheek. Even with the blazing heat in the store, he felt where her lips had touched searing into him. A dazed smile had broken over his lips. Maybe… maybe everything was going to be okay. 

Everyone seemed happy. Wasn’t that… good? He got back to work. For the first time in a long time, he was genuinely at peace. Genuinely happy. 

Darlene, more voluptuous than ever, fluttered from customer to customer, like a bird from flower to flower, her voice an equally sweet songbird’s melody. Her scandalous dress did very little to dissuade customers, far from it. 

Wayne couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of pride and satisfaction, seeing his once-timid and browbeaten co-worker bloom into a sexual goddess now she was free of Flynn’s constant oppressive nature. Her confidence grew with each plant she sold, and her body had transformed in such a way that it simply radiated sex appeal. No one who entered the store was untouched by her allure. 

He found himself lost in thought, grinning broadly as his mind wandering to the implications of his secret. How many lives had been changed by their new product? How many relationships changed forever by Darlene Two’s nectar? This was perhaps the start of something incredible - moreso than everything thus far could be said to have been. How could any of this be bad? How could it be wrong?

‘Look how happy everyone is…’ he sighed to himself under his breath. 

The last customers of the day trickled out, arms laden with purple-lipped plants and bottles and jars of viscous purple nectar. Darlene was forced to begrudgingly close the door on people still trying to get in - almost an hour past closing time. 

Wayne was sat at the store counter, rifling through notes. For the third time, he lost count of the money they had made. Eventually he gave up. The bank would total it up anyway, and if they charged a fee for it they could afford it. 

Darlene’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her smile so wide it looked almost comical. Were she not an insurmountable beauty he could have chuckled. Instead all he could think about was how he wanted to kiss those lips of hers. 

“We’ve never sold so much, have we?” He asked, voice wavering. 

Wayne was uncertain how to take the results. On the one hand, they wouldn’t need to worry about money for a long time. On the other… he swallowed, wiping his forehead with his shirt for temporary relief from the oppressive heat in the store. The sun had set hours ago and yet it felt like he was baking directly underneath it. 

He recalled what had happened with Darlene Two. What had happened to him. Nervously, he looked up at Darlene, her utterly gorgeous body practically bursting out of her skimpy attire. Not just physically, but mentally. Darlene had changed. It was hard to say in exactly what way. Some could have said she had just come out of her shell, but he had known her too long. It was more than that. 

“Wayne, I’m pretty sure we made more money today than the previous year combined.” 

Darlene grinned at him, her smile curling slightly as she let her body dip lower. She pretended to stretch innocently, flexing her arms, but the view directly into her cleavage she offered to Wayne was far from accidental. 

Wayne had to grip the table for support as he felt all the blood in his legs suddenly rush somewhere else. 

Did Darlene seem… taller? That wasn’t possible, right? People their age didn’t just grow overnight. Then again, Darlene had been growing in every other way for a week now, faster than should have been possible .

No, it had to just be a trick of the light. He was tired. A dozen more excuses popped into his head to explain away the fact that she was now somehow half a head above him when for most of their lives he’d been the taller of the two. 

Even so, he still couldn’t shake the guilt. Not just about what was happening to her, but also…

“You said we’d talk later.”

“Mhmm… I know something I want to ‘talk’ about.” She said, without even a hint of propriety. 

“What about… what about Flynn?” He asked, softly. 

“Flynn made his choice, baby.” She gently caressed his cheek before kissing him. “He signed that note. He gave up on all this.”

With that, she gestured to the store, and the pile of cash beside them. Wayne wasn’t looking at any of that though. He was admiring the absolute bombshell Flynn had let get away.

Her once slender, athletic body had filled out in all the right places. The curves she sported were a testament to the transformative powers of the nectar that had solved all their problems. Her breasts were now so large and heavy they swayed with the motion of her arm. Widened hips and thickened thighs had created a delicious valley of soft flesh that he was longing to devour. 

It wasn’t just her looks. The way she moved, the way she talked, it was as if she had been born to seduce. Everything about her made her that much more difficult to resist. 

In their close proximity Wayne couldn’t ignore the potent scent of her arousal. When she turned back to him her nipples were determined to bore straight through her sweat-clad top. A cocktail of sweet scents and musk had him dizzy with need, and that mischievous glint in her eyes was doing things to him that he would have struggled to put into words. 

Even her skin, once so pale and untouched by the sun, had taken on some colour. Indeed in the light and surrounded by so many plants, it almost looked like it had a faint green tint to it now. 

She had become a living embodiment of the floral paradise around them. Her eyes were so beautiful, so difficult to look away from… and her lips sported an eternal grin. 

Her thick, plush, purple lips. 

“Wayne, I have never been so happy.” She kissed him again. 

Suddenly Wayne had a moment of clarity. Seeing the woman he had loved for so long be within his reach… and yet now she was different. It was like he was losing her all over again. 

She was still Darlene, though, wasn’t she? His mind argued back. This is just who she is when she’s not tied to that asshole Flynn. The girl has been stuck with a pushy and overbearing guy for years, she’s just expressing herself, finding herself. The way she looked at him now was the way he wished she always had. 

The way she interacted with the plants now, though, it was almost… intimate. She spoke to them, really spoke to them. The customers were spellbound by her every move, every giggle, every bat of her eyelashes. 

Yet the fear of losing his newfound happiness, of letting perfect be the enemy of good, kept his tongue tied. The knot in his stomach telling him something was wrong was as much a buoy to his silence as to his worries. 

Wayne kept telling himself he had to figure out what was going on, to get a handle on things, but that thought was getting him nowhere. He spent time thinking and doing nothing. 

However the air around them seemed to grow thicker as he stewed discontentedly. The atmosphere felt heavier, the leaves lusher and fuller. It was like a scent had been bottled and released from her very pores, as intoxicating as… as… 

Every time he tried to push the fog of arousal aside it seemed to come back stronger, clinging to his mind, whispering sweet nothings into his hear and telling him to just enjoy the ride. 

Wayne had seen the hunger in Darlene Two’s eyes, though. The way she had spoken about ‘helping’ people. How far did she mean to go in ‘helping’ people? What would happen to Darlene if this kept going?

He looked up at her, watering the plants which she cooed to like her children with purple-tainted liquid, his eyes tracing every delicious curve of her new body. 

No one’s mind was designed to be offered everything it had ever wanted all at once. It was more than a poor boy like Wayne could handle. His face sunk into his forearms as he crossed them in front of him, trying to block out the world. 

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Darlene sensed his turmoil. She sailed closer to him and leaned over the counter once more, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt at any moment, the pliable, soft flesh spilling across the table in a way that practically begged him to reach out and touch them. 

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

Her hand slid across the countertop, gently placing her fingertips on his forearm. They felt oddly cool in the sweltering heat of the store, his skin radiating warmth. 

“I just…” He began, but didn’t finish. 

Her other hand snuck under the counter, reaching out to find what she knew would be there. Her nails gently brushed against his crotch, and his cock - already at attention - swelled further in response to her touch begging for more. She giggled, a sound that resonated through the store, as if echoing from every one of the purple-lipped plants. 

“I love you, Wayne. I know it’s sudden but I think I’ve always loved you. Deep down. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but…” She took a deep breath, and suddenly regained her confidence. “I just want to make you happy.”

For a moment Wayne didn’t see Darlene in front of him. In his mind she was larger, thicker, green skinned and massive. Darlene Two replaced the woman he loved as she spoke. 

“You’ve been wanting this a long time, haven’t you…” She whispered, stroking the head of his cock as it rose and rose, tenting out his garments. 

Wayne felt his resolve crumbling at her words, and not least at her maddening touch. 

“How about we head into the back and make you feel a little better, hmmm?” 

His desire wrapped around him like a thick duvet, making the already boiling heat in the store almost intolerable. With a resigned nod he followed her, his legs moving of their own accord. 

The store room was a sea of purple light. The glow from a neon sign outside cast everything in a seductive hue. Darlene closed the door behind them with a soft click, and suddenly everything outside was a distant memory. 

The purple became a brighter shade of pink as the sign outside changed from one setting to the other. 

Darlene gently pushed him down into a chair and leaned over, smiling down as she seemed to tower over him in that moment. 

“Hello handsome.” She spoke softly. “You look lonely.” 

Bathed in pink light, Wayne could only feel his lip tremble. He had wanted this, wanted her, for so long. Every part of him ached to be with her.

She was right. He was lonely. He had always been lonely. 

“I can fix that.”

Now he would never be alone again. 

She grasped her own cheek, sighing. 

“You look like a good boy…”

He could only watch, mouth agape as Darlene began to sway her body. Every move made him thrum with desire. Her hips rolled hypnotically, gently shifting her newfound weight from one side to the other. Slowly, painfully slowly, she unbuttoned what few buttons her top had - the strings holding them fastened already at bursting point. 

The fabric fell open as her breasts spilled forth from their sweaty confines. So much larger and fuller than before, now he would have struggled to hold a single one in both hands. So soft, so inviting, they bobbed gently with every move she made. 

She shrugged her top off and let it fall to the floor, her fingers playing down her soft stomach towards her shorts. His cock stiffened further still, and had he not been mesmerised by her beauty, he would have been hurriedly discarding clothing aswell. 

In moments she had worked her thumbs under the material and leaned forward, ensuring her breasts were inches from his face as she slid them down. She kicked them aside, with no intention to retrieve them any time soon. 

“Does this little boy like what he sees?” She asked smoothly, working her hands up and down her body in a gentle rhythm. 

Wayne nodded, utterly unable to find his voice. Her hands glided down, guiding his gaze to her full and needy sex. Her underwear was a scandalously tiny scrap of fabric, almost transparent with moisture. They clung to her curves, outlining her swollen lips perfectly, gently indenting her prodigious thighs.

Darlene had to be taller, he realised. There was no other explanation. She took one step, then another, spreading her legs around his as she stood over him, her needy flesh inches from his face. 

“Give me a hand with these…”

Wayne lifted a trembling hand, but Darlene tutted, batting it away gently. 

“No no, good boys use their mouths…”

Wayne’s cheeks flushed with unbridled carnal arousal as, looking up at her like a lost puppy, he leant fowards. He kissed the fabric, lips pressing into her delicate and sensitive skin, making her shiver a little. 

He could taste the sweetness of her sex, the thick purple nectar having infused with the heady aroma of her own. As he took her panties in his lips and began to work them down, she ran her fingers down the back of his head, gently but firmly gripping his hair. 

Wayne’s eyes lingered on the bulbous curves of her mons, the slick flesh demanding his attention, and he released his charge in favour of the more inviting prospect.  

The moment his lips met hers, Darlene let out a moan so deep and resonant it seemed to rattle the shelves. 

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it…” She trembled, fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed her sex to his mouth. “That’s a good boy.”

It felt like such a release. As if his entire life had led to this moment, to the girl of his dreams moaning as she straddled his face. Her breathy voice whispered to him, encouraging him to drink deeply of her depths. 

She closed one of her hands over the other, intertwining them in his hair as she guided him like a teacher. As her arousal grew in bounds, she reached up and took one of her rock-hard nipples in her finger and thumb, enjoying the almost painfully stiff resistance in the nub. Lately her nipples had taken on a very deep share of red. As she pinched it, rolling it back and forth, she watched it elongate before her eyes, becoming almost purple.

Shuddering in sheer pleasure, Darlene tugged Wayne’s face free of her cleft for a moment. Her eyes, gleaming purple in the neon light, beamed down at him in triumph. She almost came right there at the sight of the spaced out look on his face. A small rivulet of her cum was trickling from the corner of his mouth, down his cheek and onto his neck in a sticky purple line. 

Something about this new feeling was driving her wild. She had simply never felt so sexually alive. dominating a boy, making him submit to her will… it was intoxicating. It was like nothing she had ever known before. Every part of her body was humming in sheer bliss. 

Slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on hers the entire time, she lifted one leg up and draped her meaty thigh across his shoulder, and hooked her calf around the back of his head. 

“My good little boy won’t be lonely anymore.” She grinned, and draped her lips across his, groaning in satisfaction as he immediately returned to his oral duties. 

Her moans grew louder, more demanding as she began to grind her plush lips against his mouth, riding his tongue as her thigh and calf tightened around his head. He was drowning in the scent of her arousal, a potent blend of the purple nectar and her own natural musk, leaving him hungry for more. 

Grasping his head tightly, she doubled over as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Darlene’s soft stomach pressed into his face as he reached up to grasp the swell of her ass with both hands. 

“I love you, Wayne.” 

She managed to squeak out, cupping his cheek and shuddering atop him as he ran his tongue in circles over her clit. Her words only encouraged him further, and he drove his tongue against her with as much energy as he could. Her breathing became more ragger, her moans louder and more erratic, voicing the pleasures she was feeling freely. 

Her hands grasped his hair, gripping it like it was a lifeline, until with a guttural scream she came. White hot pleasure burned through her as she nearly collapsed against Wayne, her heavy thigh weighing him down as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her lifetime. 

The air grew thick with the energy of her release. All around her, the plants seemed to pulse in time with the beating waves of her climax as they crashed against her one by one. Wayne kept licking and sucking, eager to give her the pleasure she craved. 

At last she loosened her grip on his head, slowly lowering herself down until her naked body was resting atop his thighs. Wayne was nuzzling her neck, wordlessly expressing an emotion there weren’t words for. 

She kissed the top of his head, pressing his face into her breasts. 

“That was amazing…” She whispered. “But I want more.”

As she shifted her weight, she felt the thickness of his erection smouldering against her inner thigh. She couldn’t help but bite her lip at the feeling. 

“I think you do too.”

Wayne nodded into her tits. He wanted more. More of this. An eternity of this. 

Her eyes never left his as she reached down and took his length in her hand, stroking him gently, nurturing the heat she felt there. She had felt his growing need from the moment she began to undress. 

With a seductive smile she lifted herself, deliberately pressing her wet sex against his shaft, squeezing it between her lips and his body, as she positioned herself just above his cock. Her plump pussy hovered just over his cock, glistening and dripping absurdly with excitement. 

Darlene’s newfound weight made her movements a little slower, more deliberate, but it just felt so right. So natural. 

He felt her warmth as her glossy lips pressed down, the plump flesh parting. She felt his heat as she lowered herself, inch by agonising inch. The tightness of her entrance was almost unbearable, and Wayne rolled his head from side to side at the intensity. 

Her walls stretched around him, wrapping him in a velvet vice. Her eyes fluttered shut as, with a stilted breath, she let her newfound bodyweight carry her down. For a few moments she struggled for breath, her body struggling to adjust to his size. Despite having grown in so many ways, her pussy remained tight, her walls clenching and churning around his length as if to never let it go. 

Panting giddily, her nose pressed to his as she wrapped her arms round his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. 

“I love you Wayne, I love you so much.” She promised, voice dripping with lust. 

Her pussy moulded to his cock like a glove, a warm and tight embrace that made every nerve in his throbbing organ sing. She was so wet, so ready, her slick sex aided by a steady flow of purple-tinged nectar. 

When at last she began to move, gently lifting herself before allowing gravity to pull her back down atop his cock, his head rolled back and he wanted to scream. It was a torturously slow rhythm, and he began to bounce his hips, eager to pick up the pace. The feeling of her around him was driving him mad with lust, the animalistic desire to rut and thrust pushing out all other thoughts. 

Darlene gasped as she felt his cock swelling inside her to ever greater proportions, throwing her head back and drooling a little, giggling inanely as she felt a level of sheer sexual satisfaction her mind simply wasn’t intended to endure. 

She let her bodyweight fall forwards, nearly tipping the chair Wayne was sat on down to the floor. Her nails dug into his back as her breasts, so massive now they were each larger than his head, smothered his face as she rested her full weight atop him. 

For a few moments she enjoyed the feeling of power, feeling her body pinning him to the chair, him squirming and desperately trying to thrust into her. It was electric. She was drunk on the sensation of control. Something she had never known she needed, and now couldn’t get enough of. 

“Good boy. Fuck me.”

She lifted her thighs, giving Wayne just enough room to buck his hips up, and he needed no further encouragement. Grasping his hands at the swell of her ass, he forced himself up and into her, breathing heavily into the smothering mass of her breasts. Reaching down, she cupped his ass in her hands, helping him thrust upwards. 

“That’s it, good boy, just like that…” She drawled into his ear, goading him into even more feverish arousal. “Fuck me, fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”

The room was spinning, the air almost palpable with the scent of sex. Darlene had never felt so powerful, so in command, so in control of her own agency. She liked it. No, she loved it. Feeling Wayne thrusting into her so needily, she bit her lip to drown a guttural scream of bliss. 

All Wayne could focus on was her body wrapped around his. He had never felt so alive, so wanted, so needed. 

His breathing became more laboured as his thrusts became more desperate, lifting himself completely off the chair, the old wood squeaking under the strain of Darlene’s added weight. The pleasure grew and grew until he was sure he could take no more. He was so close to losing himself in her.  

With a final, desperate moan, she slammed down on him. Her walls tightened like a vice as she came, her pillowy thighs spilling over his own as her body quaked and quivered with the force of her orgasm. 

The sudden tightness drove Wayne over the edge, the sounds of the woman he loved in the throes of orgasm playing in his ear and pushing him to climax. He grasped her tightly and began to fuck her with everything he had, pounding into her, his cock a blur of motion between her thighs.

Her first orgasm hadn’t truly finished before her second was soon encroaching upon her, her moans loud and desperate. The air aroun them was positively charged with sexual energy. She looked into his eyes and there he saw a deep shade of purple spreading. 

“Cum for me.”

With that, he let out a bestial scream, his body feeling like it could tear itself apart with the sheer blistering force of his climax. Liquid heat filled Darlene as she felt her body twitch and shudder atop Wayne, her body milking every ounce of his love. 

“Yes, good boy, cum for me…” She begged, her voice a whimper in his ear. “Give it to me. Give me all of it. Don’t try to hold back.”

For a while they just shivered against one another, Darlene draped atop Wayne, their sweat-soaked skin sticking to one another. Occasionally Darlene would clench at the aftershocks of her orgasm, or Wayne’s cock would throb inside her, and it would send the other into a shiver of pleasure. 

She kissed him and slowly, shakily, got to her feet. She felt heavy, bloated. A tingle through her whole body was making her vision swim. Her skin felt alive. Everything felt incredible. She twirled her fingers in the air, marvelling at the traces they left in her view. 

Giggling to herself as Wayne recovered from their ordeal, she began to slip her skimpy outfit back on. Yet Wayne’s cock stood as hard as ever. Licking her lips and still half dressed, she knelt down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. 

Wayne’s eyes shot open in surprise, gasping at the electric sensation of her mouth around his cock as she feverishly licked him clean. 

“Mmmm, fuck…” She gasped, before devouring him once more. 

Only when she was satisfied, and Wayne was desperately trying to push her off of his overly-sensitive cock, she slid her lips free with an audible pop.

She straddled his lap once more, sitting side saddle and playing with the wet hair on his forehead with a finger. Darlene kissed him again. He sighed, exhausted but happy. More than happy, he was happier than he had ever been. 

She stared down into his face, a broad smile on her thick, purple lips… and he could only marvel at her glowing purple eyes. 

“Such a good boy for Mommy.”

Wayne’s blood ran cold, in spite of the intense heat of the room and her body on top of his. He looked into her eyes and he saw the same hunger he had seen before.

Darlene kissed his forehead and got up, finishing dressing herself. 

“Darlene…” He murmured, trying to get to his feet but stumbling back into the chair. “This isn’t right. You… there’s something wrong with you.”

“What’s the matter baby?” She asked, squeezing her own ass as she seemed to delight in her changed body whilst somehow being blissfully ignorant of any changes. “Don’t like what you see? What am I saying, I know you do.”

She stood just in front of him, lording her massive body over his, exuding a new confidence and power she had never known. 

“I know how much I turn you on, little boy.” She admonished, stroking her sex gaudily through her shorts as she spoke. “Don’t try to deny it.”

Wayne got to his feet at last with some effort, and she pulled him into an embrace. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She asked, a little concern in her voice now. “I’m right here. You can tell me.”

“Darlene, you’re not…” He began, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. How did you tell someone what he was thinking in that moment?

“Not what, sweetie?” She squeezed him a little tighter to her body, reassuringly, but the sheer softness of her body was precisely what had him worried. 

“I just… I need some time.” He stammered, trying to ignore his cock once again hardening against her thigh.

She smiled, kissing his ear. 

“You don’t need to be afraid.”

Wayne whined at that. He was afraid. 

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mommy is right here…” She whispered, her own voice trailing off. 

For a moment she wondered why she was taking it all so easily. So much had changed so quickly. She felt… different. She’d put on weight, in all the right places admittedly, but still… Why wasn’t she worried? The fact she wasn’t was almost a concern of its own. 

A sudden buzz through her body pushed the thought from her mind, though. Purple bliss blossomed through her and her eyes swam in pleasure. 

She had never really been happy, a voice she assumed was her own told her, she had always wanted this. Flynn was never the guy for her. She wanted Wayne. It felt natural because it was natural. 

A docile grin spread across her features as she clutched Wayne a little tighter… but let go in the end.

“I understand. This is a lot to take in. It’s scary for a little boy. That’s why he has his Mommy to take care of him.”

Stumbling back, Wayne tried to clear his head. Every time she said the word ‘Mommy’ his mind was a flood of graphic, carnal images. 

“I’m… Darlene I need to uh, head to bed.”

She stepped closer to him, eyes reading his face as he tried not to meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to leave her if he looked at them one more time. She scrutinized his nervous disposition, a predatory pulse within her slowly building. A smaller guy, weak and helpless in front of her… something in her instincts was telling her to claim him, take him, pin him down. 

Yet she satisfied herself with just a delicate stroke of her cheek. 

“Okay, sweet boy. I understand. I love you.”

She bent over a little and kissed him one last time. Wayne clutched at her shoulders, kissing her passionately as a tear crept from the corner of his eye. 

“I love you Darlene. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Darlene squeezed his hand as he headed up to his apartment. 

Yet the urge between her thighs wouldn’t stop. She ground them against one another, a heat building that only had one solution. 

“I’ll just… finish up down here.” She said breathily, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

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