The basement stairs creaked beneath Flynn’s weight, old wood pressing into soft earth below. The musty scent of plant life was soon overpowered by the sweet aroma of the nectar, an overwhelming allure that filled the close air of the stairwell.
Flynn eagerly proceeded down the stairs, but paused at the bottom when he realised he was alone. Looking back up he saw Wayne standing in the doorway, looking down on him ruefully.
“You ain’t coming buddy?”
Wayne merely shook his head. Slowly, he closed the door, and with a dull click locked it. Flynn however remained blissfully unaware of his predicament, putting Wayne’s sullen behaviour down to the late hour and big ask.
Yet as he peered into the dim light he could make out odd green growths along the walls, creeping around the edges of the basement door. Thick roots had sprouted from below, the sides and above. The door itself was just barely holding on under the strain.
“Whoa… freaky.” Flynn chuffed. “It’s a little overgrown down here pal!” He called back up the stairwell, not knowing that Wayne was no longer there to listen.
With the same cocksure smile Flynn had worn for most of his life he reached for the handle of the basement door, only for said door in front of him disappear. Before he could blink, the door was almost wrenched from its hinges by a mass of green vines. Flynn remained stood still, hand outstretched for a doorknob that was no longer there, for a moment of total blind innocence.
In the time it took him to blink once more, the vines were more than happy to take advantage of his total defencelessness and enwrapped him completely. In moments they had shredded his beloved leather coat, and left the young man utterly naked within their grasp. They were thick and robust, tightly encircling his arms, legs, waist and neck. He barely had time to let out the first croak of a shocked yelp before their vice-like grip snatched him from the ground and into the basement before slamming the door back into place behind him.
Flynn’s instinctual scream of terror was muffled by a thick vine pressing over his lips. His eyes bulged in shock a she stared into the utter dark abyss of the basement around him, the light from the stairwell now gone.
He felt himself being moved through the moist and sweltering air, panic choking off his already silenced screams. All Flynn could do was peer desperately, his eyes scanning the darkness for any hint of what was to come.
Two glowing purple eyes loomed from the gloom in answer to his frightened curiosity. The vines brought him closer, or perhaps they were closing on him, he couldnt tell, until he could feel Darlene Two’s warm breath on his skin. The light from her eyes grew and grew in his vision until it was all he could see, a neon sign spelling out his doom.
Then the light softened. It became a soothing, mellow balm. Flynn could see her beautiful face. Her beautiful, amethyst eyes twinkled, and Flynn felt an odd wave of comfort coming over him. It felt like that gentle light was washing his fears away. He felt a strange sense of belonging, like entering a childhood home after many years. The tension in his taut, bound body melted.
Her emerald green skin shone in the pale purple light, and her mouth widened in a smile as her tongue slithered out to lick her lips in anticipation - leaving a thick trail of nectar in its wake.
“My, my, what a handsome young man has entered my boudoir…” She murmured, standing upright within her pod to let Flynn see the true majesty of her new form.
Her body was simply immense, sculpted to be a sexual icon, but that wasn’t what Flynn was looking at. No, he was still staring at this massive green woman’s face… because she looked just like Darlene.
The vine over his mouth slackened and pulled back when Darlene Two was content that he had stopped screaming, his terror replaced with simple stunned shock.
“Who are you?” He muttered.
“Why, I’m Darlene.” She tittered. “But you… you will call me Mommy.”
“M-me?”
Darlene Two’s plush, thick purple lips curled evilly.
“All of you.”
Before he could speak another word her lips were on him. The heat and moisture of her mouth engulfed his as her massive lips enveloped them. The vines held him immobile, helpless, as her tongue forced its way in and coated the interior of his mouth with thick, jelly-like nectar.
The sweetness was overwhelming, flooding his mouth and his senses, drowning his very being under syrupy molasses. It was like liquid lust swiftly filling his body, and Flynn felt himself growing harder and harder as he was forced to swallow it down. She poured more and more past his vulnerable lips, feeding him from her mouth to his. His eyes rolled back in his head as soon his cock was straining against the vines that held him taut.
Flynn felt his head being gently tilted backwards, all so Darlene Two could simply drool more nectar past his now pleasure-slackened lips. His body went limp in her embrace, the nectar acting as a river of pure sensual delight that was coursing through his veins and igniting a raging lust within him.
Compared to the small doses he and Darlene had tried before this was like nothing he had ever experienced. Every part of his mind and body were flooded with pure ecstasy all at once as a heady cocktail of pleasure bypassed all higher thought and dug straight to the core of his sanity. His heart was racing as if it was trying to keep up with the sheer deluge of sensation being forced upon him.
With a final wet slurp Darlene released his mouth only for another vine to swiftly take her place, leaking a steady stream of nectar down his throat. A smooth, nectar-slick vine curled around the base of Flynn’s turgid cock, and he bucked wildly in response, trying to fuck the slippery flesh of her vine.
“Oh my, someone’s so very eager…” She cooed, lifting Flynn up so that his throbbing length was bobbing just inches from her thick, pillowy lips.
Darlene pursed them and kissed the air just in front of Flynn’s cock mockingly, which had the young man thrashing wildly in his restraints - not in an attempt to escape, but from him desperately trying to plunge his cock between them.
“Awwww, does this good little boy want to cum in my mouth? Hmmm?”
Flynn began to grunt and scream around the large vine gagging this mouth, his eyes wide in desperation to be heard.
“Such a naughty boy…” She whispered, before lavishly licking her tongue along the underside of Flynn’s cock.
His thrashing froze as a shiver ran through the trapped lad’s body. She finished by lapping her tongue around his head a single time, only to pull away and leave a string of purple slime connecting her tongue to his cock.
The young lad’s libido was now boiling over, his body in paroxysms of need as he now squirmed and begged wordlessly for more stimulation.
“Mmmm, come to momma…” She growled with relish, sinking her massive, thick lips down along his cock as the vine holding it primed for her attentions retreated, allowing her lips to envelop his base with a sickening squelch.
Flynn’s breath hitched in his throat as the seconds passed, waiting for her to continue, but it soon became clear she wouldn’t be moving.
The boy went ballistic, screaming himself hoarse around the vine in his mouth, utterly beside himself with the need to cum. Yet Darlene Two stubbornly refused, instead merely massaging his cock with her lips. Slowly she let her tongue dance across his cock, flicking up and down over the tip as the boy wept with need.
Only when his tears of frustration were coming unbidden and his thrashing had been reduced to pained, wracking sobs of need did she at last relent; dragging her thick lips back up his cock at a glacially slow pace. For a few moments she kept the tip of his cock trapped between her lips, fluttering her tongue against the frenlum, before sinking her lips back down once more and painting his cock with purple nectar, the same stuff that had gotten him into this dilemma to begin with.
The vines around his waist relented, freeing his hips just enough to let him thrust his hips into her mouth’s slimy embrace. Flynn became an animal, rutting helplessly, driven purely by instinct. Darlene Two grinned, ensuring to bob her lips up and down to meet his cock with every thrust.
Her mouth was a warm, wet vice that was unforgiving as it worked him over with masterful skill that could only come from aeons of evolutionary perfection. The vines around his neck ensured he kept his head tilted back, and they gently massaged his throat to ensure he obediently swallowed every drop of nectar he was being fed.
The chemical cocktail boiling away inside him had his orgasm rapidly approaching. Flynn felt his balls tightening, the pressure building until he was sure they’d burst. He could feel the nectar pumping through his bloodstream, demanding his seed to be spilled. Her lips moved with a mesmerizing rhythm, coating him in her sweet, sticky essence. Her wet, velvety tongue played over his shaft with inhuman precision that sent shockwaves of desire through his body. Her mouth was a warm, sweltering pocket that was the perfect fit for his aching cock.
With a chuckle of finality, Darlene Two hollowed her cheeks with the effort of sucking him, mercilessly pumping him in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head in a blur. She was the master of pleasure, and like the venus flytrap she had her prey caught between her lips. His hips bucked uncontrollably, movements guided purely by the primal need to be milked, to spill his cum, to finally obtain the release that his body was burning for.
Darlene Two’s pace quickened even further, her lips slurping and smacking around his cock as she took him as deep into the molten liquid of her mouth as she could. Her sweet torment pushed him closer and closer to the inevitable until, with a guttural roar, he came.
Flynn’s body shuddered under the strain of his inhuman ejaculation, erupting thick ropes into her waiting mouth as she hungrily lavished his cock with her tongue. Her lips continued to milk him mercilessly, squeezing rope after rope of cream from him until she had drunk down every last drop.
When finally he had nothing left to give, the vines loosened just enough to let Flynn collapse against her titanic tits. Flynn had no strength left in him, his body boneless and spent. His eyes were glassy with a cocktail of pleasure inducing nectar. He’d never felt so alive, as if this was truly living and every moment before it had simply been a lead up to this.
“Such a good boy…” Darlene Two whispered, petting his head. “I can’t wait until I get to see all of you like this. Small. Helpless. Drained. Happy.”
Flynn merely sighed contentedly. In his chemical daze the fact he was being embraced by an eight foot tall plant woman with tits bigger than his torso was hardly registering at all. All he cared about was that this feeling never stopped. He just wanted to curl into a ball and relax here forever.
“Now time for round two sweetie.” She cooed, and kissed his cheek.
“Mmmm… but… but I’m…” He murmured, about to protest, when he felt his cock throbbing to life once more. “Wait… h-how…”
“Mommy’s honey makes sure you’re always excited for her.” Darlene smugly asserted, lifting the young man up in her arms and forcing her lips on him once again, dosing his mouth with her nectar all over.
Flynn feebly struggled. His admittedly muscular form was still already outmatched from the moment Darlene Two had him in her clutches, but now he was as weak and helpless as a kitten in her arms.
The boy groaned into her lips, but her tongue swiftly silenced it, forcing his own tongue down so that he couldn’t even mumble out a muffled protest.
Darlene’s fingers, coated in nectar, began to lavishly stroke up and down his length as Flynn’s breathing became laboured once more. Every breath he took was utterly coated with the cloying aphrodisiacs of her body, her scent forcing its way into his mind and rewriting the very concept of arousal that it found there. He was a mere plaything in her hands, a mere vessel for pleasure. Whatever happened he was simply blissfully happy.
She held him with a lover’s embrace, but a wicked smile spoke to her intentions. A large pod cracked open by her side, having been embedded into the earthy wall. It was a deep shade of green, almost black, and it pulsed gently. Heat and moisture rose from within.
Suddenly Darlene Two’s hand was absent, and his once more aroused body missed the stimulation earnestly. As he fruitlessly humped the air where her milking digits had once been he was turned around to see the pod opening like an abyss just below him.
Flynn felt a thrill of terror suddenly cut through his dozey arousal as, from within, a green face emerged. It was a female face that looked similar to Darlene Two, but smaller, not quite the same.
“You’re going to be staying in here from now on.” She revealed gleefully, and slowly lowered his body towards the pod below.
In his panic Flynn was only barely able to twitch his legs, struggling like a fussy babe in its mother’s arms. From within slick tendrils reached out to encircle his ankles, pulling him in even as he was lowered to his doom.
The face grinned up at him and he looked down on it in horror. The slick green body attached to it revealed what awaited him within.
“You’ll be right by my side where I can watch over you.” Darlene cooed reassuringly, but the way she was wantonly masturbating her fatty pussy as she lowered the boy to his doom revealed her true intentions. Gloopy strings of nectar soon drooled forth from her thighs and coated her adventurous fingers.
As the smaller version of herself within the pod reached up to embrace Flynn in her arms, Darlene Two bent over and forced one of her honey-slickened fingers between his lips, sending his brain buzzing with the highly concentrated dose.
“A little taste to remember Mommy by…” She giggled, and before the pod closed for the last time, all Flynn could feel was warmth, wetness, and hear the degrading chuckles of the plant woman who had resigned him to this fate.
A gentle tickle at his ear sent the boy into shivers as the smaller version of Darlene Two coated his lobe in nectar.
Yet unseed by Flynn a small vine, with a complex purple tip, snaked its way up behind him and delicately inserted itself into his ear.
*****
He blinked… and there he was. Lying in bed with Darlene.
It had just been a dream… a terrible dream.
Flynn rubbed his eyes. What a dream, though…
“Good morning babe.” He whispered, and kissed her cheek.
The massive form of Darlene rolled over, her colossal body somehow not splintering the bed beneath her. Her green skin and purple lips were truly beautiful in the early light.
“Good morning.” She cooed to him and enveloped him in a fleshy embrace.
Flynn grinned ear to ear. He was so lucky to have her in his life. So lucky to have a Mommy like Darlene.
“Do you have work today?” He asked, feeling himself be none-too-subtly dragged over to be smothered against her massive form.
“Nope. I never ever have to be away from you ever again.”
Flynn just smiled. He didn’t question it.
“So I guess that leaves us plenty of time for…” Darlene giggled, wiggling her eyebrows as she ran one of her pillow-thick thighs up and down his leg.
“I guess it does.” Flynn chuckled, kissing her utterly massive lips, which in turn smothered half of his fade.
Darlene rolled him atop herself, her surprising strength matched only by her immense size.
“Flynn, baby… fuck me. Fuck me like you never have.”
Flynn’s ears felt hot. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and he eagerly obliged. His cock was easily enveloped in her hot depths. It just felt so amazing. Laying atop her thick, fatty body was like riding a cloud. As she enclosed her legs around him, trapping him against her and forcing his cock deeper inside her, he could only gasp in pleasure.
He couldn’t remember what he’d been worried about before. That awful dream was fading away as he felt the gut-clenching pleasure radiating from her sex.
Darlene smiled. Everything would be perfect here for Flynn. He’d be happy. It was a wonderful dream he’d never have to wake up from ever again.
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Groaning, Wayne threw the covers aside and sat up. His body was stiff and achy, a reminder of how much had changed and how much he'd been through. His cock and balls had ballooned to a size that would make him the envy of any man alive, but the nectar that had caused it had left him with a constant, unyielding erection. He had to adjust it with one hand as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the fabric of his boxers dug a little into his swollen flesh.
'Maybe I'd feel more comfortable without them'. The thought occurred in the back of his mind, sounding oddly pleasing before he banished it. Why was he thinking about being naked when he had to get dressed?
He tried to ignore the throbbing in his cock, the almost painful tightness in his overfull balls, he slid out of the covers and his feet hit the cold floor with a tiny thump. He rubbed his eyes again before walking to the bathroom with ginger steps, as even the jolt of a heavy footstep was enough to make his purple-stained appendages
Wayne had always been a bit of a wallflower, and having the spotlight of destiny bearing down on him like a police interrogation room in one of those cheesy flicks was hard to deal with. How he had wound up with a massive plant girl in the basement two floors down, and the love of his life in the arms of another-
He was out the door before his toothbrush hit the floor. Flynn. Why had he forgotten? How could he have forgotten? Tugging his pants up as he stumbled down the stairs he burst onto the shop floor, half dressed.
Nothing. The sweltering, damp, musty air was unchanged. The Garden of Eden was as quiet as ever this time of morning.
There across the shop floor was the old oak frame of the basement door. Still closed.
He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently; but there was nothing to be heard. Slowly he reached down for the brass knob, only to stop when he saw a rough sheet of paper on the ground, sticking out from underneath the door as if it had slid underneath it. As he lifted the note, a voice got his attention before he could inspect it.
“Wayne!” Someone said, hand on the glass and staring into the store.
Wayne recognised her in an instant and opened the door, catching her as Darlene fell into his arms. She pressed her face to his chest, breathing deeply. For a while she rested there, until Wayne spoke up at last.
“Darlene what… what’s going on?”
By the time she looked up he saw the redness of her eyes, her usually immaculate features tarnished by worry. Her hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush and her work clothes were wrinkled. Her hands trembled a little as she clung to Wayne’s shoulders, putting her arms around him.
“Oh Wayne, I thought… I thought something had happened to you too when I got here and the store was still closed…”
Wayne looked up to see he hadn’t just slept in, but in fact the Garden of Eden should have been open half an hour ago.
“Yeah, sorry I slept in. Sorry if I worried you.” He took in Darlene’s almost tragic appearance. She was scratching at her neck, eyes run through with obvious tears. “What would have happened to me?”
“I’ve been up all night. Flynn… he…” She squeezed Wayne tighter. “Flynn never came home last night.”
Wayne blinked in surprise, slowly embracing her in return.
He felt the heat drain from his body as, slowly, he turned to look back at the basement door.
“I don’t know where he is. I’ve been everywhere I could think of.”
Wayne looked from the basement door to the note in his hands, turning it over and starting to read it. The writing was very elegant, though the paper itself had purple stains in multiple places.
Darlene noticed what he was looking at and turned to read it in turn.
My Dearest Darlene,
Although you mean a great deal to me, I just can’t see a future between us. We are different people who want different things out of life. Tonight I saw for the first time what my true destiny was, and rest assured I have accepted it with a smile on my face.
Best Regards…
Below that, there was a messily scrawled signature. It simply read “Flynn”.
Darlene took the note from his hands, read it again, then dropped it to the floor. A few moments later, she herself sank to sit on the ground and stare out the window.
Wayne’s heart went out to her. Whatever troubles he’d had, the woman he loved was now at a loss in life, sitting in a pile on the floor. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
Wayne sat next to her, putting his hand tentatively on her back.
“I know you cared about him.” Wayne said, not sure what else to say.
“I did. But apparently he doesn’t care about me.” She spoke slowly, evenly, as if something had been shifting inside her and just settled into place at long last.
“Darlene… Darlene I’m so sorry…”
“No, Wayne. I’m sorry.” She murmured, scrunching the paper to a clump in her hands before dropping it where it was. “I’m sorry I ever let that guy into my life.”
“He didn’t love you, Darlene. He only loved one thing.” Wayne whispered, almost embarrassed to speak so candidly with her after all these years.
“I know.” Darlene hissed, dabbing her tears. “I’m sorry, Wayne.”
She turned to him after a few moments with light in her eyes.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see what was sitting right in front of me all this time.”
Wayne felt his chest tighten. She was so unspeakably beautiful. Even now, even after a night of worry, a morning of tears, sitting bowlegged on the floor - Darlene was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
“Darlene, what-”
Darlene didn’t let him finish, she didn’t want to answer the question he was about to ask. She didn’t need to.
She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his. What felt like a lifetime’s worth of longing burst from her lips as she kissed Wayne, grasping at the hair on the back of his neck and clutching at his shoulders. Why had it taken her so long to see? To realise how she truly felt?
Wayne felt his heart melt as he embraced the woman of his dreams, kissing her in the way he had always planned to in his heart. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, her curves pressing against him and squeezing his slender frame.
Her breath cascaded down his chest as she shuddered with relief.
They kissed again
Her lips tasted delicious. Incredible. Sweet.
Sweet.
Wayne opened his eyes and saw Darlene Two staring back at him, her purple lips leaking nectar down his throat, her massive body drowning him in her flesh.
He stumbled backwards as he fell away from her, feeling nothing but pure primal fear.
“Wayne?” Darlene asked, eyes glistening.
He stared at her. She was holding a hand on her chest uncertainly as she looked down on him. It was her. Darlene. His Darlene.
“I’m… I’m sorry, I…”
“No, I’m sorry. I was too forward.” Darlene choked, swallowing as she offered him a hand up and helping him to his feet.
“No! No. Really. I loved it, I just…” Wayne said, struggling to get all his thoughts out at once.
“I just… I really care about you Wayne.” She said, taking his hand in both of hers, before she looked at the clock. “I guess we should open the store huh?”
Darlene, the girl he always loved, had just kissed him. She loved him. She cared about him. Flynn was gone.
Everything Darlene Two had promised was coming true.
“Yeah. I guess we should.” Wayne grinned.
“Can you fetch some nectar for me by the way?” She said from the back room. “There’s none in here. I uh… I think I used the last of it yesterday.”
Only then did it finally hit him. Only now did Wayne see what was happening. Her lips. There was a subtle but noticeable purple stain there. Her breasts were so full, her body so supple. Her thighs, her ass, every part of her was growing.
The nectar wasn’t just changing her, it was changing her into the woman Wayne had dreamt of.
It was changing her into…
“Darlene… can you mind the shop for a while?”
“Yeah, just make sure you bring up lots of nectar. We’ll need it for the customers.” She tried to pass it off, but Wayne could hear the desperation in her voice. She wanted more for herself.
“Sure.”
He was going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. Darlene Two had been manipulating everything from the moment she arrived. Her nectar was changing everything. She was changing Darlene, changing Wayne.
He was going to confront her.
Yet as he turned back to the basement door, he froze. It was already open.