Wayne’s diminutive 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, and recognised 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 the cellar below.
The heat in the Garden of Eden had become difficult to bear. Summers had a tendency to make the place warm, and it didn’t help that the abundance of greenery both necessitated and caused extreme humidity. Yet the heat was now 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?
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 simply didn’t fit anymore.
Wayne hoped no one would notice the difference. He hoped Darlene wouldn’t notice. No, they were baggy enough, he reassured himself yet again. He’d spent half of his morning in the mirror making sure. No one would notice the titanic bulge down there, right?
Eventually he had swept every inch of the floor twice over; 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.
He cursed under his breath. No one would know. No one was going to hear anything. He was just imagining things. There had been entire stacks of pots knocked over down there beforee and he hadn’t heard about it until Darlene had told him.
The young man swallowed hard, wiping his brow from the heat. The basement, once a neglected and dank space, now pulsed with life, and he was beginning to suspect it had something to do with the heat rising from below. Perhaps it was the sheer erotic potential that had become embedded within its cold stone walls and deep earth.
Wayne knew he couldn’t ignore it forever, that he couldn’t ignore her forever.
He didn’t have to go down there, but no doubt Darlene would notice if he hadn’t swept the floor. 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 swore he could see wisps of pink mist wafting around the cracks in the door frame, beckoning to him with their siren song. His cock throbbed mightily as it tried its best to tent 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 from where he stood now was kept the most precious and hidden secret in his life. 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 plant bulb 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 - just as his body now was. Wayne felt 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 mattered most to Darlene Two it seemed.
With every step he took his log of flesh slapped delicately against his thighs. It stretched most of the way to his knees, and rested atop a pair of grapefruit which hung oppressively from him and weighed him down not just physically but mentally. 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 just holding the weighty spheres aloft had become 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 heavy burden he was now endowed with, and the only way he had to find relief from it.
Wayne stared down as the mass of his cock tugged at his zipper with a newfound insistence. He wilted. People were going to notice…
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 him, 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 in terror, as if it might burst open at any moment, as if those green limbs of hers would snatch him off his feet and drag his fragile body into her clutches and-
Blinking, he realised his hand was hovering over the doorknob, having reached for it without thinking, without him even noticing.
He knew if he opened that door he’d be lost once more, lost to the world above and everything in it, and they would be lost to him. Everything… and everyone. What if Darlene Two decided to keep him down there longer next time? What if she decided not to let him go? The thought of never seeing Darlene again was almost too much to bear.
Still, the images came unbidden. He knew what would happen. He would be consumed entirely by the verdant embrace of Darlene Two. She was hungry. Always hungry. 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 as she helped 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. She’d come in the back entrance without Wayne hearing and he had launched it across the shop floor in fright.
“It’s fine, sorry, I’m just a bit jumpy.” Wayne reassured her for the dozenth time.
“Yeah, I can see that. What's up?”
“It’s uh… it’s…” he began, trying to sound less evasive and more impassive.
“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.
For a moment he considered telling her. Telling her everything.
Would she even believe him? Could he risk their friendship on that? How could he even prove what he was saying without leading her down there? She would never believe him if she didn’t see it for herself, and if he did that… he didn’t want to think about what would happen.
That wasn’t entirely true. One part of him very much did want to think about that. His cock strained against its confines at the blossoming fantasies that fleeting thought provided.
His mind steeled itself. He had to protect Darlene. He couldn’t let anything happen to the woman he loved. He had to protect her.
He had to protect Darlene, he corrected himself.
“You can tell me, whatever it is. After all you help us so much. 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.’
That’s what 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 of the store, eyes fixed on him. Wayne almost threw the broom again as he jumped in place, managing to clasp it tightly at the last moment before he sent it flying like a spear.
He hadn’t seen them out there. Slack smiles painted their features, their 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, whether he had left it upstairs by his bed, before realising it was no doubt somewhere down in the cellar.
No doubt currently slathered in thick, delicious, purple-
His cock bobbed against his stomach as memories of before resurged unbidden, and he bit his lip trying to force down his budding erection through will alone.
The store was supposed to be open any moment, so he gave in and just prayed no one would notice. 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 thought he was an idiot, jumping like that.
“Hi, what can I get y-”
“Is the plant here?” The woman at the front of the crowd cut him off.
Wayne blinked, taking a moment to process her words. He recognised her now, she’d been shopping in their store all week. It was odd to him to have so many customers now he didn’t instantly recognise a customer anymore.
There was a glint in her eye, and 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 she must have spent hours a day on her appearance to look this young despite her age. Her body was amazing! It was as if she’d been poured into the day dress she wore. If he hadn’t recognised her from before 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, realising at long last what she meant.
“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 determined stares beaming back at him. Now he really was starting to wonder if he hadn’t been entirely wrong in his prior concerns.
“The uh… the plant you ordered is in the back. Darlene is just getting it ready now.”
“No.” The woman said, gravely. “The plant.”
“It’s not on display by the window.” A college aged girl added, sounding almost worried.
“Where did it go?” Asked her friend, stood closely behind her and subtly rubbing her thighs together.
“It’s with uh… a specialist right now.” Wayne lied, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. He hoped that 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, and 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, and the crowd seemed to settle.
“Y-yeah. It sure is.” Wayne stammered.
For a moment, the vision of Darlene Two’s 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 after a day that felt all at once far too long and far too quick. Wayne was exhausted when he finally got to flip the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ for one precious hour. He wiped his forehead and it came away sodden. The store felt like a sauna, getting hotter as the day went on.
Retreating to the back room, Wayne tried not to notice the small queue of people forming by the door. He sat back in the old office chair they kept there and stared at the ceiling.
Darlene entered and he didn’t look down at first. He just took a moment to let the stress of the day leak out of him. He needed to relax.
Sadly for him, though, when he finally looked down to see Darlene 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 past him practically naked as if everything were normal.
Darlene was prone to showing some skin, especially on warmer days, but this was nearly pornographic. Wayne’s hands shot down and hurriedly pulled the table closer to him to cover the massive hardon that was bumping against its rough underside. 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 receipts he’d left there days before.
It wasn’t like they were scraping pennies to get by anymore though, so he hardly needed to worry.
‘Damn it, why does she have to be so beautiful!?’ He screamed inside his mind.
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 could barely contain it.
She wasn’t just beautiful. She was stunning. Moreso now than he’d ever seen 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. “Something up with our sales?”
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 closer to the table, her bare feet making tiny slapping noises against the tiles. Her breasts jiggled with each step she took, the mayonnaise drop growing larger, pooling against the fabric of the tiny crop top which barely contained her tits and threatening to dribble down onto the floor.
“I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, Wayne. Now tell me what’s wrong.” She leaned over the table, oblivious to the erotic torture she was putting him through as mayonnaise drops began to dribble to the tabletop.
“It’s… it’s…”
Wayne’s eyes followed the syrupy substance as it slowly, glacially dripped onto the table. Yet his focus wasn’t drawn entirely by lust - something about it was wrong. It wasn’t just that it was coating her tits, but something about the colour was off.
It had a distinct tinge of purple.
“Excuse me, just what are you looking at?” Darlene asked with a stern voice.
Wayne looked up in fear, realising he had essentially just been ogling her tits. He expecting to see anger or at least shock in her emerald eyes, but instead 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. “I didn’t even realise I’d spilled.”
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 lunch today?”
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 even remembering the last time he ate, he wasn’t even really hungry. His stomach groaned, but the thought of eating food felt almost… sickening.
No, Wayne was feeling an altogether different kind of hunger at that moment.
Wayne’s eyes settled on the mayonnaise drops on the table. Their purple tinge was odd enough that it was able to distract him even from the utterly pornographic show Darlene was obliviously putting on.
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 of being trapped in Darlene Two’s embrace, her feeding him an endless drip of that purple gel; and of 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 enveloped him, 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.
Then with a blink of the eye as soon as it had come that vision was gone. Darlene One was standing 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.
Now it all made sense. The nectar was changing her too. She’d been using it. That was why she was acting like this. It was with a stomach-clenching throb that his cock arched up as he saw her nipples poking straight into the tight, wet material of her shirt.
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 just before, hungrily licking out every bit of purple nectar it could find. She was like an addict. Her lips were stained with it, a deep blushing purple.
Her skin was brighter, her smile wider. She seemed happier than he could remember her being for some time. Yet that wasn’t all that had changed. 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?
He looked up at Darlene’s stunning body, terrified of what he had brought upon her.
“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 jumped in his chair when she turned to face him, not realising he’d shouted 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 like someone drinking water after days at sea. “Yeah, I think I swallowed 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 it and… mmmmfh…” She took another bite, fingers unconsciously twitching as if longing to be inside her. “It tastes incredible. Have you tried it?”
“No!” He said, a little too loud, but she barely noticed. “I mean… I mean, yeah. I did.”
Darlene was too absorbed in the damn near sexual act of eating she was performing for poor Wayne’s trapped eyes. He 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 sighed, reminiscing as if this had happened years ago.
“Flynn and I even used some for…” Her thighs clenched together as she shivered a little once more, then caught herself. “We uh… we ate some. At home.” She grinned innocently.
Wayne felt his stomach drop out from under him. Flynn had been 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 that her boyfriend loves her so much. Happy that 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, unsure he wanted her to finish that thought.
“I think we better open up.” Wayne interrupted, surreptitiously tucking his erection into his waistband as best he could before standing 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 all he could think about was what was happening to Darlene. The purple nectar Darlene Two produced was incredible - how it tasted, how it made him feel. How it seemed to have made everything in his life so much better… Even Darlene was better.
No. Wayne winced. 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. Everything Darlene Two did had become both his obsession and torment. He had to get a grip on things before he lost control altogether. He couldn’t let the plant woman’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, he thought to himself as he watched her perfect ass shimmy out the door, not when he had so much to lose.
*****************
As the bell attached to the door chimed for the last time Wayne hurriedly shut the door and locked it 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 exclaimed as she emerged from the store room, her crop top and shorts still painted to her skin with sweat.
Her skin glistened as if she’d been dancing underneath a waterfall, as her supple body bounced slightly with every step. What had once been a toned figure had softened considerably, indeed Wayne could swear she looked just a tiny bit more paunchy than she had at lunch time. Her beautiful breasts looked as if they had swelled even larger, now truly straining the limits of her barethread crop top.
“Well I better get changed and head home.” She quipped and disappeared into the bathroom to change.
What was he doing? Wayne sank his face into his hands. This wasn’t right. He had to talk to her. He had to tell Darlene everything. He had to concentrate; to ignore what his lower brain was saying and listen to the one in his head.
Yet when she emerged, to Wayne’s dismay, her new outfit was even skimpier than before. She wore a sleeveless top that looked little more than a wrap of silk around her waist, which was for all practical purposes not even containing her breasts. It barely even covered her nipples. 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. 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 felt his throat tighten. Her deliciously thick body was on full display, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped up in bed with her soft body.
Flashbacks to the night before blitzed through his mind fast enough to make him dizzy.
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 tonight. Although he did warn me 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 was only just able to turn his body aside at the last moment to prevent her feeling his truly titanic erection pressing into her abdomen.
He just couldn’t do it. Or maybe he just didn’t want to.
Instead 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 spilled across his body. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears there back. In his mind, in his dreams, Darlene looked at him the way she looked at Flynn. In his mind he could imagine her emerald eyes filled with adoration, the same he felt for her.
Yet as he felt her newly thickened body press to his, in his mind’s eye her smile broadened. Slowly her body grew further. 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. Struggling, he tried to keep the image of Darlene in his head, but she was swiftly changing into…
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 as she hurried out the door.
He took a seat, sitting behind the counter as he just stared at the floor for a while, the day’s events catching up with him.
How the hell had he gotten into this mess? How the hell was he going to fix it?
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 locked in the basement that he would be free of the constant sexual temptations she had forced upon him. Now however it seemed Darlene would be just as much of a sexual temptation. She seemed to 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. He 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 the idea of losing Darlene to Flynn made his heart feel like it would truly break.
What would Darlene Two 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 anyone 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. Mundane.
However, the stirring in his groin simply wouldn't be ignored. An entire day of the love of his life showing off her utterly stunning body had him feeling like a horny teenager backed up for a week. If he went upstairs he’d spend hours jerking off only to wind up coming back down to the basement anyway. Nothing would ever feel as good as the way Darlene Two would embrace him, devour him, milk him senseless…
And the nectar. His throat felt so dry all of a sudden. It would feel so good… so good to swallow some of her nectar. It made him feel better, feel calm. A shiver ran through him. It made everything else feel so much better. It made him so… happy.
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, mind made up. If he was going to be miserable, at least he could be happy about it.
Then a loud knock sent him halfway to the floor.
“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 abduct him and drag him down into the basement with her? Did she know the Garden of Eden was closed and had decided she would wait no longer? A million thoughts ran through his mind.
“Wayne! Buddy!”
Frustration painted across his features as Wayne heard the voice of a truly disgusting individial. Slowly he turned to the door, already knowing what he’d see. With undisguised repugnance he 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. What an absolute, unrepentant prick this man was.
“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 he forced a grin, hoping Flynn wouldn’t notice.
“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 slowly 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. A lifetime of frustration cut through his worries like a knife. He knew what he had to do.
“You know, I was just about to collect some.” Wayne spoke in a flat tone. “How about I take you down to the basement, and 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!”