The sticky residue of Darlene’s nectar clung to his body as he ascended the stairs. Each step brought him closer to reality, one which was so far removed and different from the verdant haze of her embrace.
The mundane sounds of the store above grew louder with each step, and then at last he felt light on his face, the door swinging open deftly as he leaned against it. The metal pail was heavy in his hands, and he used both hands to lug it forwards. Its weight and the coolness of the metal bit into him just enough to ground him.
As Wayne stepped out onto the shop floor it felt like waking from a dream. The heavy scent of blooming flowers was similar to the overpowering floral scent of the basement, but different enough to feel like fresh air by comparison.
A crowd of people had gathered outside the store, and eagerly looked to him as he moved with the pail, eyeing its contents eagerly. Nervously, he waved to them, and wondered why the door was closed. Spying the clock however he realised it was past midday. Darlene had probably closed the store for lunch.
Had he really been down in the basement for… three hours?
As he approached the store room his steps grew quieter, his heart racing in his chest. He knew Darlene needed this nectar. Well, she claimed she needed it so they could keep selling it, but… should he? For a moment he considered taking it to the bathroom and pouring it down the sink. Then his heart skipped a beat. It was as if the thought of her nectar going to waste, of it not being consumed by as many people as possible, was… was horrifying.
He shuddered, unsure why he had such a reaction, but gripped the pail tighter all the same.
Wayne knew what he had to do, but the thought of facing Darlene after what had just happened, after what he had been doing… he still felt so guilty. She had just confessed her love to him and he had spent hours in the basement fucking a ten foot tall plant woman.
Another shudder hit him, though this one was far more pleasurable. He shook his head and walked closer to the door.
He was so preoccupied with regaining himself, however, that his awareness dimmed. It was only when he was right outside the storeroom he noticed the door was slightly ajar. From within he could hear muffled moans, and Wayne’s body drooped. Was she crying?
As he grew closer to the door though, and put his ear to the gap, he realised those were far from moans of sorrow. Darlene’s sweet, high-pitched gasps grew clearer, and Wayne gasped in shock as he saw Darlene - his lifelong friend and newfound love - with her head rolled back in utter ecstasy. She was sat upon one of the old worn wooden chairs and was busy wearing it out even further as she ground her ass atop it, with one hand between her thighs and the other in her mouth muffling her erotic groans.
Wayne was rooted to the spot. He thought about leaving. He could try to quiet himself away without her notice, but what he saw demanded his attention as much as it took his breath.
Darlene had a look of utter, rapturous pleasure on her face. She was practically naked, her shorts around her ankles and her shirt around her neck. He could tell even from here that her body had once again changed even in the short hours he had been away. Her waist was ever so slightly thicker, her arms and calves carrying just a little more weight. As her foot stretched into mid-air, toes curled in orgasmic glee, he could see her thighs jiggling with every vigorous thrust of her fingers with newfound mass. Her breasts, already bountiful, were full and wider and hung heavier on her chest. Her stomach was now definitively pudgy, a soft belly that begged to be kissed and squeezed.
With her eyes closed, lost in throes of pleasure, she didn’t see Wayne gawking through the doorway as she worked her fingers in and out of her wet, needy pussy with an insatiable lust.
Yet Wayne’s concerns returned when he saw what else her hands were doing. Her left hand was coated in purple nectar, and she was licking it from her fingers like a dog as it dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Her other hand was just as imbued with the violet substance, her fingers painting it across and within her mons with every thrust.
It seems there had been one jar left after all, and she hadn’t been able to help herself.
Of course she was getting bigger. She had been working with the stuff all this time. She had been in contact with it every day for hours in the back room, dosing it into jars from the buckets he provided. No wonder it had begun to have such an effect on her body.
Though he did wonder why her body was getting bigger when his was…
Looking down he remarked at just how thin he was. His arms, his legs, they seemed so frail.
It was a temporary distraction. Soon enough his gaze was drawn back to the love of his life groaning as she feasted upon the nectar in more ways than one.
Wayne wanted to step away. He truly did. He wanted to pour the rest of the nectar away, take Darlene in his arms and run. Yet all he could do was stare in utter awe at the vision of sexual desire before him, his altered mind soothing his erstwhile rebellious thoughts. Indeed, despite having just spent hours in the clutches of Darlene Two, his tired, aching cock throbbed anew.
Darlene’s hand worked furiously, her fingers coated in the thick, purple substance as it shimmered in the dim light of the storeroom. Her other hand grasped at her body, seeming to revel in its softness, leaving a trail of gloss wherever it touched. She panted excitedly, revelling in her newfound weight. She loved it. She loved feeling this way.
She kept her thighs widely parted, almost inviting him to gaze upon her swollen, glistening sex. The tender, pink folds of her pussy had been stained purple by Darlene Two’s nectar, slick and puffy, practically begging to be touched.
Her moans grew louder as she brought her hand to her mouth again, tongue swirling around the nectar covered digits as she dipped them in the jar by her side. She drank deeply of that sweet, intoxicating essence, undiluted and pure. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a heart-stopping moment Wayne thought she had spotted him, but then her gaze drifted to the ceiling as she moaned wantonly, lost in a haze of pleasure.
With each movement of her fingers her plush thighs trembled more, quivering with each stroke, her hand a blur between her legs. She was so close, so incredibly close, and so beautiful in her moment of such vulnerability.
Her moans became a keening wail, barely muffled by her fingers as she suckled so needily upon the purple slime. She bucked her hips, grinding her sex against her slickened digits as her entire body seemed to swell with pleasure. She rose up higher and higher, lifting her hips off the chair, fingering herself madly as her body contorted in agonized pleasure.
She collapsed after several breathaking moments of shuddering silence to the chair, groaning in pure, unbridled ecstasy as her orgasm crashed down upon her. Heaving, she drew in ragged breaths, head rolling from side to side atop her shoulders. Not once, though, did she let her purple-coated fingers drop from her greedily sucking lips.
Wayne felt a sudden pang of guilt. He was spying on her in such an intimate moment… no matter his concerns, it was hardly as though he was rushing in to her rescue. He ducked away from the door, and ever so gently put the pail down next to it. He snuck back across the shop floor to the basement door and gently prised it open.
He coughed, loudly, and not entirely for show as the sheer eroticism of what he had just witnessed had truly gotten his body into a fix. He shui the door loudly, and then made his way to the front door, waving genially to the people crowding outside as he got their attention.
Opening the door with the latch on, he began to make small talk with the eager customers in waiting, looking up at the clock above. He answered question after question - though most of them amounted to ‘why aren’t you open yet’. Still he smiled and nodded understandingly; anything to give Darlene time to collect herself.
Wayne knew he wouldn’t get his lunch, but… well, he was far from hungry. What he had just seen was feast enough for his eyes after all. Besides, he couldn’t remember the last actual meal he’d eaten…
When there were only a few minutes left till opening, he went to the store room door and knocked gingerly, noticing it was now firmly closed.
“Hey Darlene, are you ready to open up?”
The door swung open quickly - far too quickly. Darlene was grinning innocently, straightening her clothes and her hair over and over.
“Mmm-hmm!” She quipped, nodding eagerly while wiping her lips.
“Okay, I’ll go let them in.”
“Wait Wayne, did you uh…” She began, scratching at her neck idly. “Did you get the nectar?”
“Yeah I left it…”
He looked down at the pail, which he forgot he had left there. Darlene’s eyes followed. For a long minute the pair just stared at it.
Their eyes met, and Wayne tried not to breathe.
Darlene’s smile grew broade and she beamed at him guiltily with gritted teeth. Clenching her now rounder thighs together, laughing embarrassedly.
“Thanks…” She whispered, and took the pail inside with her as she closed the door behind her.
Wayne tried his very best not to smile.
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Darlene exited the store room during a rare lull in customers. Her crop-top was so tight it could have been painted onto her body, with her now watermelon-sized breasts threatening to spill over the hem with every movement she made. Her booty shorts too had begun makking indentations in her tummy and thighs, showing just how soft and pliable her body had become in just a few short days. The way they hugged her thickened thighs and curvy ass was nothing short of scandalous.
Wayne wondered why she hadn’t noticed yet, or if she had and simply didn’t care. Not that he was complaining. The voluptuous curves of her body were simply incredible. Of course, they paled in comparison to the woman residing just a few meters below them in the basement.
Darlene put her hands on the counter as she stood behind it by Wayne’s side, not making eye contact. She drummed her hands idly, looking at anything except him.
Wayne couldn’t take his eyes off her, of course. She was simply the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“So…” She said at last.
“About earlier-”
“Wayne it’s okay.”
“I was going to say something-
“Wayne it’s fine.”
“I just didn’t know how to-”
Her lips caught his mid sentence, him still trying to mumble out an explanation as she kissed him. He could taste the sweet syrup of Darlene Two’s nectar on her lips, and it only made it better.
When at last she released his mouth from hers, she was smiling.
“It’s fine, Wayne. Do you think I’m dumb? That I haven’t seen you staring at me all these years?”
Wayne bashfully turned away, but she merely hugged him. Her breasts pressed around his arm as she nuzzled into his neck affectionately.
“Do you think I mind that the boy I love was watching?” She asked conspiratorially, interlacing her fingers with his.
She was so much larger than him now, and he felt so much smaller.
“But… I mean, what about Flynn?”
Darlene rested her elbow on the old wooden counter, squeezing his shoulder as she felt the cracked wood poke at her skin.
“Flynn was never the right guy for me.” She said, breathing a deep sigh. “He was so… demanding. So obsessed with what he wanted.”
She stood upright, nodding slowly, as if just now realising it. Walking through the store, through shelves of plants with their leaves and vines reaching down at the pair as they passed, Wayne followed her.
“He never once cared about what I wanted, he just assumed if he was happy, I was happy.” Her fingers played with her long, red ponytail, curling it around her finger. “He didn’t really care about me. Not like you do.”
Wayne felt his heart beat joyously at her words, but still couldn’t help feeling guilty.
“Thank you. I… I don’t want to be… Well, I mean he’s only been gone a day, don’t you think you need time?”
For a moment Darlene paused, furrowing her brow, but the longer she thought, the more relaxed her face became. A slight smile spread before she continued.
“Time for what? I already wasted enough time with that loser. Wayne and I were never really together, really. That wasn’t a real relationship. If I’m honest with myself he just saw me as a conquest, something to tick off his list.”
Her eyes searched his as she clutched at his shirt, pulling him aggressively up towards her, her nose pressing to his. Wayne felt like he could die happy at that moment.
“He didn’t know what love was. Not like you do, Wayne. You’ve always been there for me, always understood me. That is real love.”
Darlene’s fingers trailed down his chest, and Wayne’s cock was already screaming for attention. His blood boiled with the desire he felt for her.
The sheer power in her grip was stunning. She’d lifted him clean off the floor without even thinking about it… Yet she merely smiled, releasing him gently as she lifted a watering can and turned back to her work.
He could only admire the beautiful peachy swell of her ass as it sashayed with every step, and couldn’t deny how he felt. If anything he loved her more now than he ever had.
As she poured water on the plants, though, he noticed something that distracted him from even her beauty; the water had a distinct purple tinge to it.
“Darlene, what’s… what’s in that?”
“Hmm? Oh, right! I started mixing in some of that nectar with the water. It’s why the plants have been growing so well!” She said, airily, as if she hadn’t even thought about it, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “I tested it on a little Orchid and it bloomed so beautifully that I decided to use it on everything.”
Wayne stopped to look around at the plants on the shelves.
All of them?
“For how long?”
“Oh, pretty much all week.” She responded, smiling as she sent a stream of purple water across every shelf, every leaf, every pot.
All of them?
All week?
It dawned on him now. The plants had been growing so well because of the nectar. That was why the shop always smelled so sweet now, she’d been sprinkling Darlene Two’s nectar on everything.
That was why he was always so insanely turned on. That was why he could always smell it. That was why with every breath they took…
“Darlene-” he began, but at that moment he saw something that made his blood run cold.
There, in one of hundreds of pots on one of dozens of shelves, a little green bulb had emerged from amidst a sea of fronds.
A green bulb with big, thick, purple lips.
“Wayne, this last week has been…” Darlene said, pressing her body to his once more in a none-too-subtle way, “well, I’ve never been so happy. We’ve got all the money we’ll ever need, and now we have… each other.”
He looked between Darlene and the plant, its thick purple lips grinning at him. When he looked back to Darlene, her own purple lips betrayed her total sense of bliss.
Darlene’s soft body melted around his, and he shivered in unbridled arousal. She smiled, pulling him tighter to her. Somehow it just felt so… right. Smothering him in her body just felt so natural.
Yet as he looked to one side, barely able to see past her massive tits, he saw one purple-lipped bulb after another, dozens, hundreds poking their heads out. They were all ‘looking’ right at him with that same eyeless stare. All grinning with thick, luscious lips.
How many were there? How many had they already sold? Would the ones in people's homes be sprouting now? What if… What if…
Wayne felt himself hyperventilating. Panicking. His mind was alight with every single warning sign blaring. He had to say something, do something. It didn’t matter how good things were, it wasn’t right.
Darlene kissed him and all those worries were buried under the sweet taste of her lips. She devoured him, kissing, licking, smothering him with her kisses. With every kiss she sucked away one little worry after another until he was lying limp and dazed in her arms.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there like that, but a bell chime broke them apart at last as Darlene pulled away. She smoothed out her crop top as pearls of sweat dripped down the underside of her breasts. It was almost comical, seeing her straighten out such ludicrously skimpy garb.
“We can talk about all this later.” She said, grinning, holding on to his shirt until the last moment as she stepped away.
Wayne just stared after her, torn between explaining and gawking at her magnificent derriere. Later. They would talk later. That sounded… nice.
What had he been so worried about again?
“Wayne Tully?”
He didn’t turn for a few moments, still lost in thought. It had been important right?
“Mr Tully?” The voice insisted, more stern.
Wayne turned, smiling, and jumped at the sight of a police officer just a few feet from him.
“AH! Yes.” He swallowed, trying and failing to seem calm. “That’s me. What’s uh… the problem, officer?”
“I didn’t mean to startle you, Mr Tully.”
“It’s fine. Wayne, I’m just Wayne.”
“Mr Tully.” She repeated after a pause.
The officer gave him a wary look before taking out her notepad and looking through it.
Her voice was commanding, cold. Harsh. So unlike the dreamworld he’d been floating in for so long now. It was a harsh dose of reality hitting him like a cold shower. The officer was broad shouldered and stern, but with a hint of concern in her eyes.
“I’m Officer Castella. We’re following up a missing person’s report. Do you know the whereabouts of a Mr Flynn McDonald?”
Wayne felt like the building had just collapsed on top of him, and he shrunk before the uniformed woman before him.
He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly so very dry.
“I don’t, uh, no, sorry. The last time…uh, that I saw him, he was picking up something for Darlene, and then he uh… he left.”
“When was this?” The officer asked, making notes.
“Yesterday night. I haven’t uh… seen him since.”
Her gaze was unyielding as she studied him, eyes sharp and piercing.
“So he was here last night?”
“Uh… yes.” Wayne said at last.
“It’s important you tell me everything you know, Mr Tully.” She spoke evenly, reading his features.
“I know. I mean I am.” He added. “I don’t know what happened to him last night.”
“So you think something happened to him last night?” The officer asked, eyes narrowing.
His mind raced. He was panicking. She was seeing right through him. This was it.
Then it hit him. This was it! This was his chance. He could tell this officer everything - she might not believe him. Hell, there was no way she would believe him. But she would report back to someone, and they would send someone, and eventually - well, there had to be somebody whos job it was to deal with situations like this, right?
And after all, he hadn’t done anything wrong…
No, all he’d done was find an odd plant that leaked a thick slime that had made his cock triple in size and made his girlfriend grow to massive proportions. Then he had proceeded to have ridiculous amounts of sex with it, sell its abnormal purple slime with unknown properties to the public. Then it had grown into a ten foot tall plant woman who he had fucked every night, and then he had sent Flynn down into the basement-
“No idea, officer.” He stated, changing his mind there and then.
“Right.” She wrote quite a few things down, before eventually continuing. “So you have no idea where he could be?”
The officer adjusted her collar, the heat inside the Garden of Eden evidently getting to her. She wiped her brow as she wrote, a bead of sweat dripping onto the page as she tried to scribble around it.
“Wayne, you forgot the note!” Darlene quipped, perkily, from behind her.
The officer froze when she saw the half-naked state of the girl behind her.
“Ah, Darlene… Grange?” She asked, clearly taken aback.
“That’s me.” She replied bubbly, her giant breasts bouncing dangerously as she held a hand up in greeting.
“You said something about a note?” The officer asked, trying not to stare at the girl’s nipples poking through the sweat-sodden material. “I’d like to see it if I may.”
Darlene held it out, the paper having been meticulously un-crumpled, though the purple stains remained.
The officer read over it a few times before making some notes. “So the last one to see Flynn was you, Wayne, and you have no information about what happened to him after that?”
“Nope.”
The lie felt thick on his tongue, but he knew whatever he did he couldn’t reveal the truth. Not now. At least not yet. Not until he figured out what to do about Darlene, the nectar, Darlene Two…
“Do you like plants, Officer Castella?” Darlene asked, smiling.
“Not really. I was never much of a green thumb.” She said after a long pause, however she did stop to look up at some of the plants on the shelves.
“Neither was I as a kid.” Darlene sighed, smiling as she ran her hands through the leaves by her head. “Then I got a job here. They’ve kind of… grown on me.”
Darlene giggled, and Officer Castella looked at her quizzically.
“You seem… remarkably calm about your boyfriend being missing, Darlene.”
Darlene only spared her a passing glance, eyes on the purple-lipped bulbs around her, tracing her fingers lovingly over their lips.
“Oh, Flynn’s not my boyfriend. Wayne is.”
The officer flipped through her notebook a few times, and Wayne stared wide-eyed at Darlene.
“I have several people on record telling me you were dating, Ms Darlene, did that change recently?”
“Oh yeah. This morning. Wayne and I decided to hook up.”
Wayne gritted his teeth, sawing his hand under his neck behind the officer, but Darlene merely beamed at the law-woman as she put her notebook away.
“Ms Grange, are you telling me that you and Wayne here decided to form a relationship this morning, just hours after your previous boyfriend was declared missing?” She spoke gravely.
“Yup!” She giggled again, not facing the officer but instead reaching up to lift a plant from the shelf.
“Okay. I think I’m going to need to ask you two to come-” The officer began, but stopped when Darlene held the plant pot just in front of her face.
“Isn’t this little guy amazing?” Darlene asked, holding the purple-lipped bulb, its thick lips grinning inanely, just inches from the officer’s face. “Wayne crossbred it, it’s the most amazing little plant I’ve ever seen.”
“Ms Grange, I think you don’t realise how serious this situation… um…”
For a moment the officer stared at the plant, inhaling slowly, then again more deeply.
“Wow, it smells good…”
“I know, right?” Darlene asked, moving closer to the officer, her massive breasts bouncing under her skimpy dress.
The officer took the plant from her hands, staring at it, and inhaling deeply again. It’s thick purple lips grinned up at her.
“Wow. Wow…” She whispered, as she took one deep breath after another. “It’s…”
“Incredible.” Darlene finished her thought for her, lifting another one off the shelf and bringing it close to her own lips. “These little guys have turned our whole business around, right Wayne?”
He nearly jumped as Darlene’s eyes met his intently.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, they have.”
The officer paused as if trying to think, but found herself drawn back to the plant in her hands.
“Huh, well… Actually, my husband did say we need more plants in the house…” The officer spoke slowly, the stern edge to her voice slowly eroding away with every scented breath she took.
Wayne watched on, unsure whether to feel relief or horror as the officer’s eyes glazed over, her thighs slowly and unconsciously rubbing togetherr.
He knew this was wrong, that he should be doing something, saying something… but what could he say? What could he do that wouldn’t wind up ruining all the wonderful things that had happened?
After all, his life had never been so good. Why should that change? Why couldn’t Wayne be happy for once?
A justified sense of anger rose within him. He was finally happy, finally getting the things he wanted in life… why should he have to throw that all away?
“How much is it?” Officer Castella asked.
“For you Officer, it’s on the house.” Darlene beamed. “Good luck in your investigation. If you find Flynn, tell him he’s a jerk and I don’t want to see him again.”
Darlene sauntered over to Wayne and wrapped her arms under his, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Wayne felt his head sinking into her shoulder, her breast pressing against his cheek.
“Me too…” He mumbled dreamily.