Wayne’s apartment was little more than a place to eat and sleep; sporting curling wallpaper and old carpet that was flattened to the point it was a solid mass. The heat from the store below rose up so he rarely felt cold, indeed despite the heat of the store below he’d often spend as much time down there as he could in summer. That was why he’d moved the old radio downstairs years ago, he’d barely used it when he kept it up there.
The plant would sit on the table where he usually ate and he had - with much chagrin - accepted his necessary role in feeding it. He would take it upstairs with him each night, and bring it back down to display in the shopfront each morning, and as a result he was never more than a couple of feet from it. Within a few days his whole apartment was coated with a cloying, sweet saccharine smell. It felt like every breath he took was moist. Opening the windows seemingly made no difference.
Each night he had the same dream; he saw the mother he had always wanted. She was always there, but just out of reach. Yet that was a merciful reprieve from his new daily routine. 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, and doubling again the day after.
At first he had tried jerking off and simply allowing the plant to clean up the mess. However, it soon became harder and harder to keep up with the plant’s needs. There was a limit to what even a terminally single guy could accomplish when it came to masturbation.
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 everywhere he went. Hell, for some reason he found he was always sporting at least a semi-erection these days. Those lips… something about them was doing terrible things to him.
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 interrupted 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, the honey-like slime 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. That was because 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, they would inevitably be coated in the stuff in moments. He had tested the substance a few times now for safety reasons, 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. Determining anything else was proving impossible.
Realistically, given his hands were coated in the stuff most of the time, he had no way of avoiding it getting into contact with his cock as 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, and even when he managed to get semi-clean he’d always wind up touching more of it eventually and the cycle began again.
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 on his hands, deciding he couldn’t be bothered to wash them 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 really aware he was doing it, the boy would just realise time and again that he’d left his hand in the wrong place and give a not-entirely disappointed sigh.
However, once he’d tried jerking off with it he couldn’t stop himself. It felt incredible. So slick, making everything feel so much better. That soon led 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 embarrassed 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.
Wayne 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. Darlene was the expert on skin care products.
Assuming it was safe, of course. The purple stains on his cock were a testament to at least the rigorous testing he’d put it through.
Yet eventually, inevitably, he found himself exhausted. He fell back onto his bed; the human body had limits, and he had found his.
“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 reassured 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. That was probably just the endless self-abuse he’d subjected it to, though, right? 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 bedsheets 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 its 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.
Its 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.
The sight of the plant bulb bobbing up and down on his cock was hypnotic. It moved with the precision of a machine designed for a solitary purpose. 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 its 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.
Its tongue roiled as if riding a wave, until the tip flicked out to send a fleck of purple goo to land 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 its saliva before pulling them into its mouth.
He breathed deeply, savouring the sickly sweet scent that carried on the air. It felt wonderful. Tasted wonderful. Everything was wonderful.
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. Its 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 precipice 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.
Wayne didn’t question it, even if he should have.
“Yeah. Sure.” He huffed, eyes glazing in anticipation.
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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.
Perhaps as a result his dreams were changing, too. His most recent 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. She was… green.