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 received, 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, taking 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 sounded genuinely delighted, but didn’t take her 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 as the vine moved a little closer to her mouth. “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 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 at Wayne as he 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 its 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.” He muttered, wiping as much of the sticky substance from his lips as he could.
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 as she did so.
Shivering with arousal at the touch of her fleshy organ once more he nearly stumbled down the last few steps. He gave a disapproving look but the plant merely grinned innocently.
Wayne 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 its glistening lips purse as if beckoning him. However he was exhausted; it had been a long day and 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 like the hope of salvation itself.
“Feed me.”
He rested his hand on the wall, panting, as his traitorous cock throbbed in response to its words. It 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 and, in spite of everything, Wayne felt himself turning to look back at it. He was torn between explaining to the plant that he was too tired, and the absurdity of having that conversation with a plant.
“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, then took one step more as warring thoughts raged in his mind. Yet beneath it all 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, he’d been imagining something far from the wholesome friendship he feigned with Darlene.
Just once. Just one time. To take the edge off, he lied to himself.
Slowly he unbuckled his pants and his cock roared free of its confines in moments, throbbing in mid air and radiating heat. Pulling over a chair, he sat down directly in front of Darlene Two as she nestled into her new earthy 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. As they closed around his finger it felt utterly heavenly. 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 the plant eagerly obliged. Its lips swiftly wrapped around his now thoroughly engorged cock in earnest and drew him in, slurping and sucking until its lips had suckled their way down to the base. He groaned in blissful satisfaction at finally feeling something on his cock again just for Darlene Two to begin 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 in a way that was both incredible yet entirely unnatural.
Wayne lost himself to the symphony of sensation as Darlene Two sucked ferociously, and as he slumped into his chair he thrust his hips into her mouth. With a sigh he closed his eyes, allowing himself to dream, allowing himself to believe he was making love to the woman he had loved since they first met. The woman he dreamed about every night.
He frowned. No, the woman in his dreams… that wasn’t Darlene. He had dreamed of someone more motherly. In his dreams she was different. Bigger. Thicker. Taller. Well, it was Darlene… and it wasn’t. It was complicated, and he winced, the complex thought disturbing his sexual bliss.
Yet the air was thick and cloying with Darlene Two’s scent now, and 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.
Soon his disconcertion was lost in the symphony of lascivious, wet sucking noises echoing in the basement. 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 the feeling of 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 oral embrace grew distant, a fuzzy blur of green leaves was all he saw as they closed in around him from behind. To Wayne the only thing that mattered were the honey-slick lips which were sucking him for all they were worth.
His cock jetted forth rope after rope of his cum, leaving him unable to breathe as his body finally freed itself of its heavy burden. 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 as his overly-sensitive body thrashed in its bonds.
After hours of nonstop sexual torment he felt nothing but the most sublime release. A vine encircled the base of his cock and slid up and down the slickened length, milking him as if he were a cow and prolonging his orgasm far past what should have been possible. 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.