Wayne winced in discomfort as his eyes slowly worked themselves open. Just like before, the first thing he felt was coolness beneath him, but the air around him felt… hot. Moist. Every breath felt slightly laboured as the humidity made it difficult to draw in all the air he needed. The smell of moist earth and a sickeningly sweet scent 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, 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 as he unexpectedly found it much less supporting than expected.
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 he lifted his hand. Even the gentle purple light that pulsed around him was almost too bright. Eventually though he realised it was a leaf he was laying upon. 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 moving as the leaf crept along the earth. 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 as he faced it, the glow growing ever 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. He was once again immersed in utter black. For a minute, maybe longer, Wayne sat there in total darkness with nothing but the sound of his heartbeat and frightened breath.
Then with a wet creak, like wood bending, the light returned. Slowly, ominously, the massive leaves and petals of the pod in front of him began to unpeel themselves one by one. Dark, deep purple plant matter exposed itself as they 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 substantially large underground cellar, and she standing within it had to be easily nine feet tall, perhaps more. From his position, prostrate upon the ground, she was simply the largest woman he’d ever seen.
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 hypnotic 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 had formed around her. 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 atop it, 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 he couldn’t help but recall 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. It practically bulged from between her already blossoming thighs. Her nether 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 lower flower were much like those which had encapsulated her moments before, plump and overripe, glistening with perspiration and moisture.
As he slowly and unsteadily got to his feet Wayne could see into the pod that contained her. He chuckled absently, unsure if he was still dreaming. It was all just too much for him. He felt manic, almost. Yet soon he was forced to accept this was reality as the sweet air became even more difficult to breathe, cloying and thick as the interior of her blossom was exposed to the air. Each time he inhaled it felt like swallowing a mouthful of her essence.
He at last saw her face. The face from his dreams which until now he couldn’t bring into focus. Now she was here, in the real world, as if she had crawled from his dreams like some wet dream given corporeal form. 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, his body responded. He remembered on a deep level how it felt being rendered as little more than a mindless husk under the sucking power of those very lips. Now they pressed together 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 a mere plant no more.
She stared at him in earnest and in moments 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.” Her words made his heart crack with joy. “I love you.”
Her voice seemed to resonate through the air itself, to have no beginning or end, as the words simply entered his mind unbidden. It was a soothing tone like the twinkling melody of nature.
She reached out to him, massive breasts bouncing freely as she did so in a way that made his head swim, all the blood in his body rushing southwards. His knees grew weak as he felt his cock grow stiffer and stiffer.
Only now was he distracted from the beauty before him. His already fragile mind shattered in shock to see just how large his member had grown. Wayne didn’t know how long he had been down here, but realised to his horror that no doubt her juices had been soaking into him all this time. Now his cock was as thick as his forearm and just as long, and throbbed 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 goddess. She was the very embodiment of lust made manifest. Any semblance of sanity retreated in the face of circumstances poor Wayne’s mind simply had no hope of surviving intact.
Darlene Two deftly stroked her fingers across her curves, emphasising their sheer softness, pressing her digits into her 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 between them.
Between her thighs his gaze lingered on her bloated and fatty mons, which were leaking a steady stream of the viscous arousal. 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. Around her was a pool of that same thick, purple secretion that came up to her knees. Beneath the surface he could only guess as to what one would see. Was she a part of the plant, or merely residing within it?
Only then did it dawn on him. Her pussy juices, that was what she’d been feeding him all this time. That was what the nectar was. It came from her. That was what everyone had been…
“Come, Wayne. Join me.” She whispered.
Wayne staggered slowly closer, utterly mesmerised, too far gone to consider the implications of what he had just learned.
“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 of beauty before him made it so hard to think.
“You have given me everything, Wayne. Let me give you what you want. What you need.”
He wanted to. The heavens knew he did. Yet deep down he was torn apart by guilt.
Wayne loved Darlene. He’d loved her from the day they’d met. His sweet colleague from the shop above, the girl who had been by his side all these years, they had shared in every mundane moment of their dull yet comforting routine. She was 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 was like a sexualised 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 ensured he knew she knew that, too. It was the same grin the plant 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, as 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. He was dimly aware that his mind was focusing on mundanities as a defence mechanism, unable to contend with the sheer absurdity of it all.
Her hand found his and their fingers entwined. It felt oddly reassuring. It was grounding to feel the touch of a living thing, no matter how other worldly she may be.
“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 any of this. He should be running for his life. 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 which was the right state of mind to be in.
He took another step, both feet on the leaf now as she took his other hand in hers. Darlene Two’s massive form overshadowed him quite literally now 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, but had no chance of ever meeting her height. His face barely came up to level with her breasts, but she beamed down lovingly over the top of them.
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 somehow knew she wouldn’t harm him - that she never would. He felt his shoulders relax, releasing a lifetime of tension with a shuddering sigh.
At last he found himself stood upon the ridge of her pod, just above the pool of purple slime which loomed below.
“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. For a moment he hesitated, afraid to fall down into the pool of murky purple slime below. Yet vivid, soft, slickened green flesh soon filled his view as he momentarily panicked. Sensing his worry, Darlene Two gently nudged him from behind and sent him hurtling towards her, his face landing directly in her massive breasts as her arms wrapped around him, entrapping him completely.
“Such a 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.
Wayne opened his lips to speak, but found he no longer knew what he wanted to say. Everything he’d been so worried about seemed to have melted under the warmth of her colossal form pressing against him.
“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 idea she could envision.
Yet her innocent smile returned a moment later.
“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, such unbridled and unconditional affection, was rendering his mind more like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded.
“Would you like that? To be my happy, sweet little boy?”
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 was my little boy upset, hmmm?”
Wayne furrowed his brow in concentration, but with an even stare shee began to slowly stroke his 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. “What does my sweet little boy have to worry about, hmmm?”
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 strokes 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. He should feel guilty about Darlene… no, the other Darlene. It was 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 rid him of all those other 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, so much. And I always will.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, yet through the cavernous flesh of her cleavage it rumbled in his ears. 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 and I promise you’ll never be alone again.”
Her fervent promise spoke directly to his soul. Yet in response Wayne could only thrust more eagerly, as any other action had been robbed of him, so totally was he entombed within the fleshy prison of her body. Not only that but her baby-talk tone was driving him simply wild and lighting a fire in his blood.
“I want to give my sweet, delicate little boy what you’ve always wanted… a Mommy.”
Wayne froze mid-thrust, his arousal temporarily forgotten. How? How could she possibly know? A lifetime of regret, of heartache and loneliness, all of that welled up within him at once.
“Mommy knows. Mommy knows everything about you. She’s been watching. Listening. Paying attention to you when no one else will.” Slowly she began to squeeze her thighs around him, pressing his cock more firmly into the folds of her sex as she spoke as if to emphasize her words. “My sweet little boy, all alone with no one to pay attention to him. Mommy has been listening. Mommy has been learning everything about you. Everything my sweet baby 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. Now it all made sense.
“Oh yes. Mommy has been listening to my sweet little boy in his dreams. My good little boy was so helpful to Mommy, telling her all she needed to hear. Once I learned what my sweet little angel wanted I knew I would be the Mommy you always wanted.”
Her breathy gasps of arousal punctuated her airy promises.
“I know you’ve been so, so lonely. It was heartbreaking. To think someone so small could fit so much pain inside them.”
Darlene Two’s arms squeezed tight around her bosom, pressing him somehow even closer to her body, and he struggled to breathe amidst the claustrophobic fleshy heat.
“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. Mommy will always love 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, and was just as addictive.
“Feel Mommy’s love all around you…” She cooed, grinding her pussy against his cock for emphasis as 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 had ever desired and more. The smothering warmth of her breasts and syrupy slickness of her sex were intoxicating. Hell every sickly sweet word she spoke sent shivers down his spine. His worries, his reservations, his fears, everything was drowning in the sheer slippery mass of her body.
“Just listen to Mommy. Mommy will tell you what to think from now on. What to feel. What to do. My sweet, innocent little boy just has to listen to what Mommy says”
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. Delighted, she encouraged him with her mellifluous voice.
“That’s it. Fuck mommy. Such a good, good boy. No more thoughts. No more thinking for yourself, no more worries…”
Her mons was gushing purple nectar now, and with every thrust he felt it clinging to his skin like glue.
“You love Mommy. You want to fuck Mommy. You want to give her your cum. You’re going to love fucking Mommy, humping 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 lascivious words were the only thing that pierced through the fog in his mind and painted truly audacious images. All he could hear was his own raspy breath 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 a fiery hunger to her belittling coos and degrading babytalk. Her words were latching onto a crippling vulnerability in his psyche and spreading there just as the vines and roots of her plant had spread to envelop the basement around him.
“Don’t try to fight it, just give in. Let Mommy’s love fill you up until you can’t think of anything else…”
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 give me what I need. Be a good, obedient little boy for Mommy. Give me your cum. 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 of joy and anguished arousal 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.”
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. Her form was at even the biological level designed to 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 of her pussy melded and churned around his cock with a mind of its own.
Wayne’s mind was utterly consumed by the single-minded desire to cum. The sensation of her sweltering, slimy depths utterly consuming his cock was almost too intense to handle. With every ounce of strength his comparatively 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 goading him to orgasm, her purple saliva forming a delicate web of sticky strings around her mouth as she moaned. The sheath of her pussy tightened around his cock just as her body enveloped his.
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 velvety canal out of pure animalistic instinct. 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 the sheer power of her body… and the power she held over him.
She clutched at his body greedily, tongue buried in his ear as she devoured him body and soul, groaning amorously as her own climax rocked through her colossal form like an earthquake.
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.
She grinned down at him triumphantly. He saw hunger in those eyes. Insatiable hunger. She wanted more. She would always want more. Her delicate grip on his head as she took it in her hand felt so possessive. Reassuring, and yet 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. She was manipulating him. This wasn’t okay. 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. In moments his worries evaporated, carried away by her delicate touch.
“Sweet boy… my sweet little boy…” she cooed softly, reinforcing so much within his mind with so few words. “You will never ever be alone ever again. I will always be here for you.
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.
He croaked as tears welled in his eyes. She kissed his forehead and shushed him. With a soft touch down below she lifted him from between her sticky thighs to be sat atop her lap, still within her glistening and moist plant pod. His still-twitching and sensitive cock gently poked against the underside of her breasts as his head was just barely able to poke free of her breasts now he was perched atop her lap.
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. Yet with every maternal touch that voice got quieter and quieter.
“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 thumb tracing the line of his jaw as he rested his face in her embrace.
Then, with surprising gentleness for someone her size, she effortlessly manipulated his entire body free from her breasts with a single hand and remarkable ease, her incredible strength matched only by the sheer delicacy with which she treated his fragile form. Ominously 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, but he was. Somehow this infantile humiliation was far more daunting than the utterly audacious sex they’d had just minutes before.
“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 as the sheer mass of her breasts pinning him to the wall of her plant pod had rendered 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 touch.
“Be a good little boy for me…” she giggled, as if this was nothing more than the fussiness of a child. “Open up for Mommy’s milk…”
In front of his eyes her massive nipple became more and more engorged, thickening until it was as large as her thumb, and lengthening too. His eyes widened in shock. Soon thick, purple honey began to dribble from the tip as a 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.
With a sigh his lips parted, and 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 for all she would give.
Soon 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 any misgivings, as if his body had been programmed to seek out that sweet sustenance from her breast in defiance of anything else.
Darlene Two cooed contentedly as she felt his hot mouth sucking eagerly, her pussy quivering in response. 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 nectary 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. The feeling of a tiny being surrendering to her will whilst in her clutches gave her a sexual thrill that was almost incomprehensible.
Still, there would be time for that later. Endless time.
“Mmmm, my good little boy. Why I bet you’ll be addicted to drinking Mommy’s nectar 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.
“My, such a good boy… mmm, I know just what my good little boy would like.”
Withdrawing her sex-soaked fingers, she began to lather his cock in her aroused secretions, her churning pussy producing an endless flow of nectar. She lifted her thighs up, and with his legs spread across 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 little boy you are for Mommy… such a good boy deserves every ounce of pleasure Mommy can provide.”
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. In essence she was fucking her own tits, given it was her thighs doing the work, with him as little more than a toy for her to play with.
His second orgasm was rapidly approaching, faster than the first. Perhaps her nectar was playing some role in that, he mused, but the thought was swiftly discarded. All he cared about was how incredible it felt. His body was her plaything, and she was manipulating him expertly. The sound of her own slicks thighs slapping against the underside of her breasts, wet 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. With each flex of her powerful thighs she would push his cock up into her fist, burying it between her breasts, then she simply let gravity pull him back down with almost painful inevitability.
All the while, she muffled his pleasured groans and whines with an increasing deluge of milk, which he was now struggling to swallow. As she became more aroused her nipple swole ever larger, filling his mouth almost completely. Rivulets of violet honey poured down his chin as he simply couldn’t swallow it all, and his stomach was soon bloated 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 her seductive embrace. This plant girl had so thoroughly and completely enraptured him that if she disappeared tomorrow he would spend the rest of his life dreaming of her.
Her thighs pumped powerfully now, forcing him in and out of her breasts at breakneck pace as her milking grip moved up and down 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, though what little difference that made was indiscernable. He was just a passenger atop Mommy… no, Darlene Two’s thighs. His actions amounted to little more than 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. Yet she didn’t relax, didn’t release him. She kept his cock trapped between her tits, throbbing and aching, so close to release. Wayne struggled and squirmed pathetically as her nipple pumped more and more purple honey directly down his throat, the aphrodisiacal cream sending the poor boy wild with need as he pathetically tried to fight against her body which might as well have been solid steel for all the chance he had.
He was so close, so terribly close. He would have given anything to cum. He screamed, he begged, but it was reduced to a garbled gurgle as her nectar flooded his throat.
She took a moment to look down at him, latched onto her breast. 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 know, and she would enjoy getting to know it very well.
For a few moments more she let the sensation of her slick breasts around his cock burn into his brain. Then she began to pump. His cock ploughed into her tits with reckless abandon, just as she plunged 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. “Cum. Cum for Mommy. Cum now.”
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. 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 sickly sweet scent of her arousal soon filled the plant, saturating it if possible more than it already had. 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. “You’re Mommy’s good boy.”
Darlene…” Wayne murmured, delirious with pleasure.
“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.
“I’m Darlene.” She insisted.
He winced.
“My little boy seems worried... 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 once more.
“Oh my sweet little boy.” Darlene Two hugged him. “Tell Mommy. Mommy’s here.”
“I love her.”
“I know you love her.” 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… even if it was true.
Wayne just shook his head. Her gaze softened as she stared down at the boy in her grasp. She would never let him go.
Suddenly a wicked thought occurred, and a smile returned to Darlene Two’s plush, purple lips once more.
“I think she cares a lot about you, my sweet little boy. The problem is she doesn’t realise how much she loves you.” Darlene Two stroked his cheek. “She’s too busy wth…”
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, “maybe that boy Flynn should come down here into the basement. Then he and I could… talk.”
Darlene Two licked her lips slowly, almost subconsciously, at that thought.
“Flynn? Down here? But…”
Wayne’s mind raced. Did she really just want to talk to him? Surely when he saw her, Flynn would-
“Of course, maybe we should bring Darlene down here instead… although I don’t think she would like what she found down here, would she?” 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 as Darlene Two emphasized her words with little flicks of her finger against the swollen and sensitive head of his cock. She could find a way to bring Darlene down here instead. If Darlene found out about what he’d been doing… what they had just done. He would lose her. She would think he was insane. It would ruin everything.
“N-no! Please!”
“Awww, don’t worry my good little boy. I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret.” She cooed, kissing his forehead reassuringly.
Wayne nodded, terrified of the alternative.
“Wonderful.” She kissed his lips with such force he struggled to breathe.
“Although if you prefer, I guess you could just stay down here with Mommy. Forever.” Her eyes fixed his with an almost hypnotic glare. Her deep purple orbs bored into his. “You never ever have to leave. Then you could forget all about that silly girl once and for all, and that boy she wastes her time with.”
This was crazy. She wouldn’t keep him trapped here forever, would she? Then again 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.
Hell, spending forever trapped here in her flower was more tempting than he cared to admit. Peering up into Darlene Two’s eyes, though, she beamed back down innocently.
“No? Well, I guess I should have a talk with that boy Flynn.”
Wayne exhaled, only just realising he’d been holding his breath the whole time.
“Mommy will take care of everything sweetie, and all I ask in return…” She cooed softly, “is that you make sure as many people as possible get to try Mommy’s nectar. You’ll do that for me like a good little boy, won’t you?”
Wayne nodded dumbly. He’d say anything to get out of there, and it seemed like she was going to let him go.
“Very good.” Darlene drawled, evidently pleased. “Now, my good little boy is tired. Time for him to rest. He has a long day ahead of him tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I really need to, uh, get some sleep.” He mumbled, nodding.
Surely she wouldn’t make him sleep down here, right? If the store was empty in the morning people would come looking for him, and the basement was the first place they’d check.
Darlene had to let him go. Of course she did, he realised to his relief. He’d be out of here soon… then he could figure out what he was going to do. Then he’d be able to think straight. Then he could come up with a plan. He’d figure this all out.
Licking her lips, she began to stroke her other nipple idly, violet nectar soon spilling down over Wayne’s back and against the slick, fleshy walls of their floral den. It slid down to pool around her legs.
“Such a good boy. We’re not done yet, though… you still have another nipple to drink from…” she muttered conspiratorially, pressing it to his lips as he groaned in anguish. “My good boy can’t sleep until he’s drunk his milk, right?”
The petals of the plant pod closed in, pressing the two together.
She had to let him go soon… right?