“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here.” She soothed him, stroking his back reassuringly. “You don’t have to think about anything else. Just let Mommy take care of everything. You’re safe here. Safe with Mommy.”
Her gentle whispers tickled his ear as she delicately played with the hair on the back of his neck. She endlessly droned a hypnotic lullaby of sweet, reassuring words, worming their way into his mind as his vulnerable post-orgasmic psyche struggled to reassert itself.
The storm of emotions raging in him was drowning in her blissfully calm touch. Her arms tightened around him, the softness of her embrace was the cocoon of a mother’s love. Yet his cock was already throbbing to hardness once more, pressing against her tummy and gently twitching.
“Awww, I think Mommy’s sweet little boy still has more to give…” She cooed, very delicately petting his cock, careful not to overstimulate his sensitive organ.
“My sweet little boy must be thirsty. Come drink from Mama…”
With that, she once again propped his head atop her breast, gently cuddling him to her body.
Wayne could only grimace as, right before his weary eyes, the dark purple flesh of her nipple began to slowly engorge. The dark purple nub, a stark contrast to her emerald green flesh, expanded atop the dinner-plate sized areola. Its surface was delicately wrinkled, a labyrinth of contours that only grew the longer he stared.
His eyes slowly moved up and up as the mass of sensitive flesh expanded to its full size, and he was transfixed, awed by it. At full size it had now swollen to the size of sausages that hung in a store’s meat aisle. Violet nectar dribbled endlessly from the tip of her nipple, tiny beads of honey sprouting from across its tip, and every few seconds a little gout of it would spurt from within, heavily increasing the flow. With a parched swallow, he wasn’t sure it would fit in his mouth.
Darlene Two, however, seemed unconcerned about his concerns.
“Time to suckle from mama…” she cooed, gently pressing her massive nipple to his lips.
His lips struggled to encompass the mass of purple flesh as she gently but insistently pressed in deeper, her nectar helping lubricate her efforts. Even the pressure of his lips alone had heavily increased her flow of nectar. His cheeks bulged as he tried feebly to avoid swallowing it, but the sheer sweetness of it was driving him wild. He drank needily, greedily, eagerly. He was having to swallow every few seconds to prevent his mouth filling completely with thick honey.
Darlene Two’s hands delicately cradled his head to her colossal breast, keeping him firmly in place as he drank. Her expression grew more and more smug, her clutch more and more possessive with each drop that passed his lips.
“That’s it. That’s it, my sweet little boy. Drink all of Mommy’s milk. It’s all for you. Only for you. Mommy’s milk will make you so big for me… so sweet… so obedient. You’re going to love it. You’re going to love me more and more, with every mouthful you drink…”
Her dark mantra continued as her milk flow became a river, and he had to swallow fast. He barely had time to breathe between swallows let alone protest. The taste was overwhelming. A heady mix of that addictive sweetness which had reduced him to little more than a thrall to her desires.
Eyes gleaming with a sick, twisted love, Darlene Two was his entire world in that moment. He literally couldn’t see anything but her, couldn’t think of anything but the love she gave him so freely. His entire world had been narrowed down to the warm, suffocating embrace of her breasts and the sweet nectar which had become his only sustenance.
His cock swelled once more, and she noticed, her smile widening.
With a gentle push atop his shoulders, she parted her colossal meaty thighs. Thick strands of purple arousal clung to each as they opened, and she easily aligned his hardening cock with the clutching, purple lips of her sex. It beckoned to him, its churning flesh a warm invitation to his own descent into madness.
“Such a good little boy for his Mommy.” Darlene Two giggled breathlessly, her voice sounding a little disturbed. “Good little boys cum for their Mommies… just keep suckling and buck your little hips. Pump Mommy full of all that delicious cum…”
Wayne mumbled a feeble protest around her nipple, but she simply squeezed her breast in response, flooding his mouth with honey and drowning his meager resistance in her cream.
“Now… Come to Momma…” She said eagerly, licking her full lips.
She squeezed her thighs together and the pressure of her slick flesh was enough to force Wayne deeper between her thighs - his cock sliding into her waiting pussy with a sickeningly wet squelch. Purple nectar flooded across his stomach and thighs as his massive cock pressed into her, the tightness of her pussy gripping him like a vice.
“Yes! YES! That’s it… mmmm, fuck. Yes.” She groaned, her colossal body trembling as he sank deeper and deeper, his cock sliding home inch by inch. Her grin seemed almost too wide for her face, hammering home her truly inhuman nature.
Darlene Two grunted in satisfaction as his full twelve inches of hot, throbbing cock pressed as deep within her as it could go. Even with his massively enlarged cock, he still felt tiny compared to her incomprehensible mass. Each of her breasts alone was like a moon dominating the sky above him, and were she to lay atop him each one could easily smother his entire body. Her thighs, larger in circumference than tractor tires by now, were a velvety prison that trapped him in their vice - one whose force no man could replicate nor ever hope to escape from.
Wayne was a tiny creature caught in the smothering maternal embrace of a monstrous beast. He had never felt so small, so powerless, so utterly dominated by another being. Her tits seemed to crush the air around them with their weight alone. He realised now just how powerful Darlene Two had become. She could smother him effortlessly with her thighs, her breasts, her body. She could lift him with a single finger. Yet she held him with the tender care and genuine love of a mother cradling her child.
“Such a good, good boy for Mommy…”
Her eyes, a deepl and malicious purple, spoke of her depthless hunger that went beyond mere arousal. She viewed him all at once with utter adoration and a predatory gaze, her pupils dilated and her breathing ragged. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, digits shivering a little with need. The paper thin veneer, her facade of innocence that she had wrapped him in as certainly as she had her own thighs, was slipping.
“Look how hard my good boy is… you want your Mommy… you NEED your Mommy…” She spoke in that sickly sweet baby talk of hers that seemed to flow so easily past his mental barriers, a mix of endearment and covetous possessiveness. She leaned in closer, pressing his head to the wall of her flower, milk pouring down his throat. “You need to cum for Mommy. You need to fill Mommy up, feed her, feed her like only her good boy can.”
The tendrils of her desire coiled around his thoughts, worming into his mind, just as her very real tendrils had encircled his body and sunk into the earth itself. Slowly she squeezed, crushing any last remnants of resistance in his mind. He was hers. He couldn’t resist her. That knowledge sent a shiver of fear through him… and no small amount of arousal.
Her massive thighs began to squeeze tighter around him, forcing him to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that grew steadier and more demanding with each passing moment. She held him firmly in place, her hands stroking his cheek as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
“You’re going to love being Mommy’s good little boy. Trust me. Trust in me. Just in me.”
Darlene Two’s eyes, purple pools of temptation, bored into his soul. Wayne felt himself sinking into their abyss, sinking into pools of purple bliss. He found he simply couldn’t stop staring into those vast pools of light. They were the essence of temptation themselves, pulling him deeper and deeper the longer he stared, still swallowing her nectar obediently as he did so.
Wayne felt his hips rocking unconsciously, driving his cock into her with more vigour.
“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. You’ll never be alone ever again. Mommy will always be here for you.”
She slid her nipple from his mouth with an audible pop, bright lilac honey drooling down his chin as his lips remained open, his slack jawed expression fixed as he stared up into her eyes, his own reflecting the purple light that emanated from her.
Darlene Two’s massive breasts, hypnotic orbs of flesh from which her purple-tainted milk flowed freely, had become his entire world. She swayed them back and forth, jiggling them with delicate giggles. The throb of her desire resonated through her flesh and he felt it within his own as his cock throbbed inside her - much to her delight.
“Mommy’s good little boy loves his Mommy’s big boobies, hmmm?” She whispered conspiratorially as her thighs drove him in and out of her pussy, every clench of her legs driving the boy’s cock deep within her. “You’re going to love being my little boy.”
The world around him faded away, he was just a ball of pleasure trapped in the cocoon of her flesh. All that remained was the sight of her beautiful purple eyes, massive tits, and the feel of her flesh around his own.
Her hand slid down to cup his cheek, fingers under his chin as they delicately tilted his face up to stare directly into her eyes. Her thumb curled into his mouth, playing with his tongue possessively as she pumped his body into her again and again.
“Soon, my sweet little prince. Soon you’ll never have to be apart from Mommy ever again.”
She sighed a little, as if both disappointed but also relieved.
“For now, you can just give Mommy all that cum. Feed me. Feed Mommy so she can get bigger and bigger…”
Wayne’s eyes widened at her words, panting with exertion as his huge cock was forced into her sex again and again.
“You want Mommy to get bigger, don’t you? You love that Mommy is so much bigger than you…”
Every syllable she spoke was a caress to his mind, gently but insistently planting one idea after another into his vulnerable little brain. The poor boy hadn’t stood a chance from the start. His mind had been practically pickled by the constant flood of pheromones and nectar being poured into his body. It was just so easy for her to make little tweaks here and there. All to make her good little boy happier, of course.
“Mommy makes you so happy, doesn’t she? My sweet little boy?” She cooed, the pressure around his cock growing more demanding by the moment as she squeezed her thighs like a vice. “And she makes other people happy too, doesn’t she… You want to help me make people happy. You want me to grow bigger so I can make everyone happy.”
Wayne could only nod blankly, drooling vacantly as her beautiful eyes had his fixed with their gleaming power. Her eyes grew darker, hungrier. The purple light within them flickered like a candle in the darkness. He could feel the palpable force in the air that was her desire, her love, feeding into him as he in turn fed into her. A cycle of pleasure he never wanted to end.
“Cum for me. Cum. Cum inside Mommy, my good little boy.”
He obeyed without question, as any good boy would. His hips bucked and thrusted eagerly, his thick cock plunging into the tight, warm embrace of her oversized pussy. The purple, slickened flesh of her labia clung to his girth, her walls quivering with every penetration. The sticky sounds of their union echoed within the flower pod, the slimy, dripping walls closing in around them.
The soft squelch of her arousal was like depraved music, their moans of pleasure creating a symphony. Her hands held his cheeks as she whispered nonsensical words of praise to him. Perhaps he was too far gone to understand her words, or perhaps they just didn’t make sense. They didn’t have to. They were just sweet, soft sounds that spurred him on and coaxed him towards orgasm. Encouraging coos and whispers.
His cock throbbed and ached, twitching and spasming within her as she eagerly fucked herself with his tiny body and much larger cock. Sensing he was close, she sank her fingers into his shoulders, clutching at him desperately.
“Cum for Mommy baby, cum for Mommy!” She squealed in pleasure as she felt his animalistic rutting reach a fever pitch.
Wayne was a single minded entity, all he wanted to do was cum, and nothing else mattered.
He erupted within her, his cock pulsing again and again as her own orgasm quite literally crashed down atop him, her soft flesh crushing him against the flower’s walls as he twitched and throbbed, cum pouring into her greedy depths.
Darlene Two’s eyes widened, a look of pure triumph and unadulterated satisfaction on her face as she felt his liquid surrender. Her purple, slimy tongue found his ear as she squeezed his body to hers, huge breasts pinning him in place between them.
Wayne’s hips continued to buck against her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself completely, both in body and in mind. Each spurt was so intense it was almost painful, but he couldn’t stop. Her body demanded obedience without question, and his obeyed.
At last his orgasm subsided, and he slumped within the pillowy prison of her flesh. She kissed his face as his eyes glazed over, his thoughts a mess. All he could feel was pleasure and her warmth surrounding him.
Darlene stroked his hair with a gentle hand, eyes gleaming with dark intent.
“Such a good boy…” She whispered, biting her lip as his still-hard cock twitched, still lodged within her needy mons.
With a delicate kiss to his forehead, she slowly pulled back. His wrists were released at long last from the fleshy purple vines holding them. His tired form lay against her, breathing heavily, and she held him as she waited for him to recover from his ordeal.
“Mommy’s so proud of you. Mommy loves you so much… buy you have work to do. We have lots of people to make happy, don’t we?” She spoke like a mother to a young child, as if explaining the most simple thing in the world.
Her vines lifted him from her body, retrieving his clothing from nearby and delicately redressing him as he was held aloft on a bed of writhing tendrils, before lowering him to the ground. With slow, sodden movements, Wayne got back to his feet, steadying himself by resting his hands on his knees.
“Just do as Mommy says, and I promise you, soon we’ll be together forever. Just you and I, together in our little garden of love.”
Wayne struggled to straighten out his thoughts. No… There was someone else.
“Dah… Darlene…” He mumbled.
“Yes sweetie, I’m here.” She cooed, a vine gently caressing his cheek.
“No. Darlene. Real Darlene.” He murmured, regret creeping into his voice.
“Oh yes. Of course.” Darlene Two said sweetly, but with an almost imperceptibly cold edge to her voice. “Mommy knows you love her very much.”
She sighed softly, opening the basement door for Wayne.
“Mommy will have to talk to her as well.” She said softly as Wayne carried the pail of nectar upstairs.