Wayne’s hands trembled as he reached once more for the basement door. The brass knob was cool and unforgiving under his touch. His mind raced with thoughts of the monstrous plant girl, of what she had done, of what he suspected, of what he feared she may have done… and what she still might do.
He didn’t want to go down there, but now he had to know. He had to be sure.
The walls of the stairwell were unrecognisable. Thick, deep green foliage covered them. Vines had embedded themselves into every inch of rock and soil, and even the old stone staircase was carpeted in a thin layer of leaves and fronds. He locked the door behind him as he descended.
The air was thick and heavy with moisture and the scent of blooming flowers, which only grew stronger the further down he walked. He could feel his heart racing, his much-engorged cock straining in his pants. The pollen in the air was making his head spin.
Finally, he reached the bottom step and took a deep breath - struggling to hold the sickly sweet air in his lungs - as his hand hovered over the basement door handle. The metal was cold and slick with condensation, the coolness a stark contrast to the hot, humid, living jungle that lay beyond. He closed his eyes, picturing Darlene's tear-stained face and the desperation in her voice, and then, with a sudden jolt of determination, he pushed the door open.
The sight that met him was a cornucopia. The basement had been utterly transformed, unrecognisable now, a verdant wonderland of foliage. The walls were living tapestries, the ceiling a latticework of thick, vein-ridden branches and vines that arched and stretched, subsuming the mass above. The ceiling above had been consumed, replaced with pulsing green life. In a very real way, Darlene Two was the only thing holding the store up anymore, not just figuratively.
Below, the floor as well was a mass of living growth, stone and earth having long since been replaced by a plush carpet of soft but firm green tendrils, which gave way just a little under his tentative steps.
However, Wayne’s gaze wasn’t drawn to Darlene Two’s massive, eight meter wide bulb, which dominated the wall. No, what surprised him was the presence of another shape. A much smaller, but oddly smooth pod which rested against the wall, encased in dozens of smaller vines like an insect’s hive. Veins stretched up from below it, painted across its deep green surface like dozens of fingers clasping a jewel in their grasp.
“Oh my, my good little baby boy has returned at last…”
Darlene Two chuckled softly as one of the massive petals of her bulb unfurled, and she leaned her elbows atop it like a windowsill. Her chin rested in her hands as she smiled knowingly.
Wayne tried to stand tall, or as tall as he could, but even so he was little more than a child in her presence.
Regardless, he clenched his fists in determination.
“What… what happened?”
“Why, whatever do you mean my sweet little boy?” She asked, faux innocence painting her features like a lady paints with rouge.
“What did you do to Flynn?”
“Hmm? Who?” She asked, tickling her own chin in ersatz thought. “Oh, the big, strong, strapping young lad who came down here last night?” She added, unabashed lust on her face as she evidently reminisced.
Wayne tried to remain unfazed, but it was obvious she was getting to him.
“I told you what I was going to do, sweet boy. I talked to him.”
She simply smiled as the pair stared at each other. Her, perched upon a slimy purple petal, glimmering eyes fixed upon the four foot something prey which had so willingly walked into her domain. Him, a brave but foolish warrior, stood amidst the very depths of evil.
“Talked.” Wayne repeated flatly, his skepticism obvious.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Darlene Two began to gently stroke one finger over her lips, trailing purple nectar across their absurdly thick, beestung mass. “Mommy swears, my sweet little thing, all she did was… convince him.”
Wayne stiffened, uncertain. He knew Flynn hadn’t written that note, although he admitted the guy may have signed it. Still, he’d known people to sign anything when they were afraid.
“Well, where is he?”
Darlene sighed, the massive petal of her bulb unfurling fully as she pried her slickened forearms from it. Like a great, deep sigh, the saturated air from directly within her bulb wafted over him. A tidal wave of pheromones forced their way into his lungs, crashing into his senses and setting his body alight with an arousal so intense it was enough to send him to his knees.
His cock, already thick and heavy from breathing in so much of her scent, strained against the already struggling fabric of his new clothes, eager to break free and be claimed by her once and for all.
She was simply a vision of verdant beauty. Her skin was a deep, rich shade of emerald that shimmered with a faint luminescence. Every inch of her massive body was a symphony of curves. Her breasts were so vast they simply boggled the mind, each one was larger than Darlene’s entire body now. Those nipples of her jutted forth proudly, a dark shade of purple, darker even than her nectar, protruding like ripe delicious berries, begging to be suckled upon. All this surrounded by a field of succulent, velvety flesh that simply demanded to be touched, licked, kissed, and tasted.
In fact, to Wayne she seemed… even larger than he remembered. Had she grown more? Was she still growing? That didn’t seem possible, not when he hadn’t been down here in at least a day. She only fed on one thing after all…
“What did you do to Flynn…?” He gasped, his voice almost a whisper.
“My sweet little thing…” she cooed, a single finger curling towards herself in the air as if tugging on an invisible leash, “come here, why don’t you come snuggle Mommy and tell her what’s worrying you.”
It was not a request, he realised, as much as her verbiage tried to suggest so.
Instinctively, he felt his feet trip over themselves, his body eager to obey her even as his mind sent contradictory orders. As a result, he nearly collapsed onto the greenery below, snatching his hands away from the floor as he felt the vines gently encircling his fingers and wrists.
“N-no! You… you did something to me. You’re still doing something to me!” He muttered, suddenly finding it difficult to raise his voice to Mommy - no, Darlene Two. “You did something to Flynn… You… I didn’t…”
“Didn’t what, sweetie? It was your idea for me to talk to him, remember? Now, come to Mommy. Let Mommy help you understand.” She held her hands open invitingly, gently bouncing her breasts as she did so. “Come to Mommy.”
Wayne found himself slowly getting to his feet, taking one trembling step after another. With every deep breath he took the scent of her sex swirled through his mind. It got harder and harder to focus, harder to piece his thoughts together.
Those massive breasts jiggling so invitingly weren’t making it any easier either.
“Good little boy, such a good boy for Mommy…” her cooing voice pierced through his increasingly frustrated attempts to force his thoughts to the fore, a mix of motherly comfort and sexual promise that bypassed his logical mind and went straight to his cock. “Last time we spoke you wanted him to go away, and now you want him back. It sounds like my sweet little baby is confused. It sounds like someone needs his Mommy to explain things to him, hmmm?”
Her words danced around his thoughts, her eyes glinting with a knowing smile as she watched his resolve crumbling. One after another his feet brought him closer to her, him not seeming to notice he was growing closer and closer to her grasp, beckoned to her by her siren’s call and utterly voluptuous curves.
As he grew nearer his body increasingly betrayed him, his cock outright snapping the buttons of his slacks as it demanded release; yearning for Mommy’s warm, slick, welcoming embrace.
“No, that’s… this isn’t right. Who wrote that letter?”
Wayne winced, his mental fortitude being pushed to his limits as he tried to block out the sights, sounds, and scents her flowery abode was bombarding him with.
“Why, he did of course, silly boy!” Mommy tittered, clasping her arms together beneath her breasts and hefting them deliberately, drawing his eyes despite his best efforts to resist staring longingly into their pillowy, slippery embrace.
“No… no, it’s… not his writing.” Wayne murmured, his eyes following every single jiggle and bounce of those colossal mammaries, staring with increasing hunger as drops of purple nectar were sent cascading down the swell of her breasts to dot the petal beneath her.
“Oh, well, I may have helped him pencil in some of the finer points.” She admitted, licking her lips. “But I promise you, he agreed with every word I wrote. He said so. It was a little hard to hear what he was saying at the time but… well, just trust me, he was very happy to sign by the time we were done.”
Wayne felt his blood run cold at the implications of her words.
“Then… then what happened?”
“I told you my sweet little boy… All we did was talk. Just like you and I talked.”
“B-but…” Wayne groaned, forcing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead. “We did more than talk. A lot more.”
“Oh, I remember. Trust me sweet thing, Mommy remembers just how much my sweet little boy loved being caught up in her big, soft titties.” She squeezed them together, demonstrating just how effortlessly soft and massive they were, as Wayne realised he had once again allowed his eyes to open. “Mommy remembers her good little boy suckling from her, fucking her so eagerly…”
Wayne turned to one side, as if trying to cast the cascade of sexual imagery she was deliberately conjuring in his mind away.
A single vine curled under his chin, like a delicate caress, and turned his head back to face her.
“I promised my little boy I would make him happy. That’s all I have ever wanted, to make you happy my sweet little thing.” She spoke softly now, soothingly. “All I have ever done, or ever will do, is to make my good little boy happy.”
Wayne read her features, trying to see through the weary arousal clawing at his sanity, looking for any signs of deception.
“I love you, my good boy.” She sounded almost hurt, crooning as she crossed her fingers together in unspoken prayer. “Aren’t you happier now?”
He thought of everything that had happened since Darlene Two had come crashing through his window. He thought back over the days since Darlene Two had literally crashed into his life. The store was busy, they were making money. Flynn was gone, and Darlene was… was…
“Darlene…” he whispered, flitting images of her face temporarily disrupting the endless lascivious parade of Darlene Two’s erotic horror show.
“I’m right here sweetie.” She whispered.
“N-no, Darlene. The real Darlene.” He mumbled. “She’s…”
“Mmmm, yes. She’s happier now, too, isn’t she? That other boy is gone, and now my good little boy has her all to himself. She will be so much happier with you, won’t she, my sweet little prince?” Darlene Two asked, though her voice carried a hint of metal to it as she spoke. “And so pretty… she’s even prettier now, isn’t she?”
Wayne glared at her. He wanted to tell her she was wrong. Deep down, though, he found Darlene’s new body even more beautiful. It was so much bigger, thicker, softer. Voluptuous.
It was more like Darlene Two.
Once again, Wayne was finding it hard to picture Darlene in his head. Every time he tried, Darlene Two seemed to fade into view instead.
“You… she was… she was eating your uh…” He mumbled, suddenly bashful at the thought.
“Mmmm, my nectar, my… special honey.” Darlene Two giggled, her massive chest quaking as she did so. “You’ve been selling so much of it. You take so much from Mommy, and she never asks you for anything in return, does she?”
A pang of guilt shot through him. They were right. She had given him so much. She had changed his world, his life.
No, that was wrong… she was manipulating things. Manipulating him.
Wasn’t she?
Wearily he furrowed his brow, trying to regain the focus he had had just a little while before when he came down here. Everything had seemed so clear then. He had been so worried about… something.
“I can see my good little boy has had a very long day. Maybe he needs to spend some time with his Mommy, hmmm?” Darlene Two suggested innocently enough, but as she slowly began to part her tree-trunk thick, monumental thighs the mood was anything but innocent. A delicious aroma flooded his senses, the thick, heady scent of her sex forcing its way into his mind.
“Then you can take more of Mommy’s honey back with you. I’m sure there are so many people who want it.”
Darlene Two’s eyes lit up as she focused on his massive, straining erection. Wayne’s knees buckled as his cock throbbed mightily, the sheer sensitivity of it making it difficult to stay upright. Even as his cock throbbed, the little bobs in the air it made were enough to send jolts of pleasure though him.
He was just one step away from being on top of her lush purple petals again. Then she’d draw him in… then…
“That’s it… just a little bit closer. Let Mommy show you just how much she loves you, my precious little one.” Darlene Two purred, luring him ever closer with every word. The vines around his feet began to stir, moving slowly up behind him and gently but insistently pushing him forwards.
She stared down at the frail young guy before her, eyes alight with a mix of love and unspeakable hunger.
“Mommy knows how you feel. You’ve been so lonely for so long. That’s why Mommy wanted to help you. That’s why Mommy made that other boy go away - because all Mommy wants is for her little boy to be as happy as possible. I love you, my sweet thing.”
Wayne felt torn between the urgent primal instinctto flee, to run and hide from this monstrous creature, and the heartachingly warm desire her words inspired. He truly did believe her. Darlene Two had done so much for him in such a short amount of time...
Tentatively, he took one last step onto her unfurled petal.
Her massive, utterly fertile form seemed to practically pulse with life. That scent she emitted was intoxicating, filling his mind with visions of pleasure beyond pleasure. Her soft body looked so inviting, and the sticky embrace she offered came with the promise of a sweet release from all the confusing thoughts which troubled him so.
“Come to Mommy…” she whispered gleefully.
Darlene Two’s thighs parted wider, revealing the soft, plush purple flesh of her sex. It glistened with the promise of more nectar, even as her breasts began to spill forth an endless stream of lilac honey. Around her feet, the gelatinous pool of her violet secretions shimmered promisingly.
Like a moth to the flame, he swallowed in acceptance, slowly walking straight into her captivating arms. Thinking was so hard. Obeying Mommy was so much simpler.
Darlene Two leaned forward, her massive breasts bobbing hypnotically as she embraced him - like a plant trapping its prey. Her thick, meaty arms were massive, easily able to fully encompass Wayne’s body and tightly wrap around him.
“Awww, did my good wittle boy miss his Mommy?” Darlene Two inquired with a smug, self-satisfied grin. “Yes he did. He came right back to his Mommy…”
Wayne felt his breath catch, a sickly choler rising in his throat as he felt himself literally and metaphorically sinking into her embrace. Slick, warm, green flesh subsumed his own like a thick liquid spreading. His head and shoulders easily sank into the three feet deep valley of cleavage between her immense breasts.
Her arms tightened, slimy fingers digging into his back delightedly as she tugged him closer, ensuring to trap him against her body as thoroughly as possible. Wayne could feel the heat of her body, the pulsing warmth of her skin, and the utterly smothering mass of her breasts.
“Mommy’s been waiting all day for her baby boy to come back…” She said softly, pressing her nose to his as she giggled under her breath almost manically. “Mmmmm, Mommy missed her good little boy so much…”
Wayne knew this was wrong. He knew he had come down here for… something. It wasn’t this. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. It was wrong, it was-
“Oh my, and my good little boy has grown so much!” Her expert touch soon slid down to embrace his now massively grown cock, her slippery digits instantly encircling the head of his cock with the same tenderness one would lift a kitten from its bed.
Whatever misgivings Wayne had, they were instantly thrown from his mind as his facial features short-circuited. The feeling of her hand on his cock was almost indescribable, and he could feel his thoughts being systematically erased one by one as her fingers began to gently tickle directly underneath his glans.
“Ghhh… vhhhwalllhhh…” Wayne mumbled wordlessly as his eyes suddenly lost focus.
He collapsed against her, just her simple touch enough to render him utterly helpless within her grasp.
She held him tightly to her chest, allowing her massive breasts to press in either side of him and keep him firmly lodged in place. Then she allowed her colossal thighs to part, the air once more being flooded with a cocktail of her mind-bending pheromones.
Slowly she slid him down, his massive cock throbbing against her plump stomach as it went, until his legs had sunk fully into the gap between her thighs - slickened heavily by the cloying, slimy secretions of her fatty mons.
Wayne remembered the last time she had done this, how she had pinned him between her huge thighs. Yet this time, no matter how deep he sunk into them, his feet never found the other side. Her colossal thighs were simply too thick, too large. His entire lower body was easily clasped between them. The sticky purple residue of her arousal clung to his legs as if it were alive, her fleshy thighs claiming him as their entrapped victim.
Predictably his cock had throbbed to painful hardness, his enormous balls resting atop the soft, pillowy plateau of her lap as his cock bobbed and twitched against her equally fatty tummy. With every tiny movement he made it grazed against her skin, leaving a trail of desperation in its wake which swiftly began to lubricate her abdomen - only increasing his sexual friction. Her thighs enclosed around his lower half like steel wrapped in silk, a softness so profound it was almost liquid, yet he could feel the steadfast power within them.
Above him her enormous breasts hung pendulously as she leaned back, allowing him some small reprieve from their immense bulk, yet they still dominated the cavernous space within her flower pod. She looked down on him triumphantly..
“Mommy’s little boy has been waiting for this, hasn’t he…” she cooed.
From behind him, a pair of lavish purple vines gently wrapped around his wrists, reclining his body until his back was flush against the wall of her flower bulb. He sank into the slimy purple flesh, feeling her nectar leaking from the walls themselves as it stuck to his shoulders. The vines kept his arms comfortably but firmly behind his back, and as such, his cock protruded proudly, jutting out for Darlene Two’s easy access.
First she placed her palm against the tip of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, and began to slowly stroke them up and down like a claw around his manhood. Every time her fingers closed together at the tip he felt a jolt shoot through him, and his entire body bucked helplessly within the fleshy prison of her thighs - and as such barely moved.
“Don’t you worry, Mommy will make her good little boy feel all better. No more worries, no more thoughts. Mommy will make her sweet little prince so much happier.” She licked her massively thick lips in anticipation, stroking his cock in earnest now, ensuring to squeeze her fingers just a little as they glided over the ridge of his cockhead and making the poor boy squirm desperately with every pass.
“Now time to milk my good little boy!” She tittered. “My good little boy has been waiting so long. He really wants his Mommy to milk him. Such a good boy.”
Wayne’s breathing quickened, his already abnormal arousal spiking further. Something about that silly baby talk she used echoed through his mind with a power that seemed to crush his thoughts, the way her body so very easily crushed his. It was like she was speaking a language that bypassed his brain and spoke directly to his cock. In response it grew even thicker, even harder as she massaged it with her slippery palm.
“My sweet little boy, my little angel, so hard… so needy for his mommy. He can’t get pleasure like this anywhere else. He only wants Mommy. Only Mommy can milk his cock the way my baby boy needs.”
She gripped his cock a little firmer now, chuckling deeply as she watched his face twitch and twist as she swiped her thumb across his leaking slit and ran it in circles over his head.
“Such a sweet, sweet boy. Such a good boy for his Mommy.”
He felt her other hand gently cup his colossal balls, hefting them and feeling their weight.
“He has so much cum saved up for his Mommy! Oh, my good little boy needs his Mommy to milk his cock, doesn’t he?” She asked with a sickly sweet pout, as if asking a child about an injury. “Mommy will make it all better… Just give in to Mommy…”
Her hand dipped down between her thighs, her thick lips forming a depraved ‘o’ as she began to frantically masturbate herself, even as she only teased and tormented his cock in turn. She tickled her fingertips across his head, scattering what few shreds of awareness he’d been able to recollect to the wind.
The sound of her fingers desperately diving into her plump, fatty purple folds filled the air with a symphony of wet slurps as she fingered herself into a frenzy. Her slit gushed a torrent of slick, viscous juices, the nectar coating his thighs. His cock responded, throbbing demandingly in her tantalising, teasing touch - growing even more painfully erect as it begged for the same treatment she was giving herself.
“Mmmm fuck! Such a good boy for Mommy…” She moaned pornographically, her voice a mix of motherly warmth and utterly wanton desire. “Does my good boy remember how good his Mommy’s pussy feels?”
Wayne nodded, drooling down his chest as his head hung low, able to recall just how divine her slippery violet folds had felt as he rutted himself mindlessly into her depths. The sight of her before him, so vast, so powerful, her body writhing in such a primal, sexual way was just too much for his poor little brain to handle.
Sighing, she withdrew her fingers with a sickening slurp, having allowed a copious, thick puddle of her arousal to pool in the cleft of her thighs and pubis. His balls were practically basting in the thick, addictive slime, and she began to lovingly massage it into them - tracing every delicate line and wrinkle in his velvety sack.
“Mmmm, Mommy’s good baby loves her juices… they’re going to make him grow up big and strong!” She giggled at some joke he was too far gone to get. “Well, at least in the only way that matters…” she added, her other hand squeezing his molten cock with emphasis.
Wayne was beyond words. By now his vision was swimming with lust. The very epitome of sexual desire was writhing her goddess-like body in front of him as she toyed with his cock. He couldn’t think of anything beyond the need for relief, to unleash the churning load in his swollen balls.
“I think my good boy needs to cum, hmmm?” She asked rhetorically, squeezing his balls ever so gently.
Switching to a more coddling babytalk lilt, her hand became a blur, milking his cock in earnest.
“Mommy’s going to milk her sweet little boy. He can’t get away. He’s trapped. Mommy’s big squishy body has him stuck and he can’t get away. Such a sweet little boy for mommy!”
Her hand moved faster and faster, hunger evident in her eyes as she frigged his cock relentlessly.
“Cum for Mommy. Give Mommy all that cum. Squirt it all out for Mommy.” Her voice was disgustingly sweet, but that merely spoke all the more to his libido, driving him wild with lust. His hips were shaking with unabashed, wanton desperation, pumping his cock into her hand and bucking forth to meet her fingers with every stroke. “I’m going to milk you dry, my sweet thing. You’re going to give me all that cum. You can’t stop me. You can’t get away. You’re mine.”
Her movements were preternaturally efficient. They exacted the maximum amount of pleasure, moving with a precision that seemed impossible. Her strokes grew more and more vigorous, her other hand having returned to her own folds, adding the soundtrack of her own frenzied masturbation to the wet slaps of the milking of his cock.
Wayne’s brain was fried, baking in the intense sexual heat. He was merely a conduit for her to impart pleasure through, and extract cum from.
“My good boy is going to cum…” She gleefully promised, delighting in his utter surrender.
Some part of him was trying to hold back, biting his lip and throwing his head from side to side, desperate not to give in to her salacious whims.
“There’s no use fighting it. Mommy’s good boy can’t resist how good his Mommy makes him feel. It’s pointless to resist, my dear…”
Her purple eyes glowed ferociously at his meager, feeble resistance.
“It’s inevitable. I will make you cum. You will feed me. No one can resist me.”
Darlene Two’s voice took on a slightly deeper tone, gravely pronouncing her power.
“Feel how good I make you feel, let that pleasure burn into your mind. You can’t resist Mommy. No one can. You love me. You want me to make you happy. You want to cum for me.”
Her words danced around him, the nauseating babytalk so embarrassing, so degrading… yet it only served to further fuel his arousal. He was nothing but a toy, a plaything compared to a creature so large. A beloved pet. Something she could dote upon for her amusement.
Wayne’s cock throbbed dramatically, and he felt his body tensing in anticipation of his imminent orgasm.
“Yes, good boy, don’t fight it… just give in to Mommy. Let Mommy milk out all your cum…”
Her soothing, reassuring words felt like a soft weighted blanket, smothering any pathetic semblance of defiance he could try to mount. He was utterly under her spell, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the sweet release her milking fingers promised.
“That’s it, let it all out for Mommy. Don’t hold back. Don’t resist. Just give in.” She cooed, her body shivering with arousal as she watched the poor boy be utterly drowned in her sexuality. “Give me it. Give it to Mommy. Give me it all.”
His body tightened, his muscles coiling like a spring, as his eyes snapped shut trying to hold back the tide.
“CUM FOR MOMMY!” She demanded, squeezing his cock tightly and milking it mercilessly.
Wayne felt his entire body bucking with every surge of cum he squirted against her belly, it swiftly jetting up to coat her breasts, her chest. His orgasm stretched on and on, and he was dimly aware that an absolutely unnatural amount of cum was flooding out of him. Even given her colossal size he was painting her whole upper body creamy white as she steadily and unrelentingly milked rope after rope of thick cum from his balls.
His throat ached with the strangled cry he had been holding, releasing it at last, a choked whimper rasping as his frail body shivered under her merciless stroking.
At last she seemed satisfied, releasing his cock as his entire body heaved with the effort, struggling to catch his breath.
Darlene Two, however, was ensuring not one drop went to waste. Small purple tendrils swept across her body, leaking nectar as they went, but absorbing every ounce of his cum. Tenderly she lifted a fingerful to her lips and licked it clean, delighting as if it were the sweetest substance in existence. She groaned around her finger, an orgasmic warble as her thick lips massaged her finger in a way that made his tired cock twitch.
“Such a good boy for Mommy…” she cooed, reaching down at last to pull him close to her in a hug.
Her massive breasts enveloped him entirely, and he felt her sticky, sweet nectar all over his body. It was a heady, intoxicating scent that made him feel both more sensitive, but also safe… and warm. She held him tightly, kissing the top of his head with loving affection.
“Mommy’s so proud of her good little boy. You did so well… so, so good…”
Wayne’s eyes drooped as the tension in his body melted away under her touch. Her fingers massaged his back, her tight embrace pressing his face into her colossal breasts, their sloshing mass so soothing under his hot cheeks. So loving, so soothing, her embrace was almost suffocating. He didn’t want it to ever end. Her words were a balm to his soul. After so long worrying, so long fretting, she made him feel so much better about… well, he didn’t even remember why he’d been so upset.