As Officer Castella left the store, with a cherubic purple-lipped plant in her hands, Darlene gently kissed Wayne’s cheek. Even with the blazing heat in the store, he felt where her lips had touched searing into him. A dazed smile had broken over his lips. Maybe… maybe everything was going to be okay.
Everyone seemed happy. Wasn’t that… good? He got back to work. For the first time in a long time, he was genuinely at peace. Genuinely happy.
Darlene, more voluptuous than ever, fluttered from customer to customer, like a bird from flower to flower, her voice an equally sweet songbird’s melody. Her scandalous dress did very little to dissuade customers, far from it.
Wayne couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of pride and satisfaction, seeing his once-timid and browbeaten co-worker bloom into a sexual goddess now she was free of Flynn’s constant oppressive nature. Her confidence grew with each plant she sold, and her body had transformed in such a way that it simply radiated sex appeal. No one who entered the store was untouched by her allure.
He found himself lost in thought, grinning broadly as his mind wandered to the implications of his secret. How many lives had been changed by their new product? How many relationships had been forever altered by Darlene Two’s nectar? This was the start of something incredible - perhaps more so than everything thus far could be said to have been. How could any of this be bad? How could it be wrong?
‘Look how happy everyone is…’ he sighed to himself under his breath.
The last customers of the day trickled out, arms laden with purple-lipped plants and bottles and jars of viscous purple nectar. Darlene was forced to begrudgingly close the door on people still trying to get in - almost an hour past closing time.
Wayne wiped his forehead with his shirt, a temporary relief from the oppressive heat in the store. The sun had set hours ago but he felt like he was baking directly under it.
He was sitting at the store counter rifling through notes. For the third time now he’d lost count of the money they had made. Eventually he gave up. The bank would total it up anyway, and if they charged a fee for it they could obviously now afford it.
Darlene’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her smile so wide it looked almost comical. Were she not an insurmountable beauty he could have chuckled. Instead all he could think about was how he wanted to kiss those lips of hers.
“We’ve never sold so much, have we?” He asked, voice wavering.
Wayne was uncertain how to take the results. On the one hand, they wouldn’t need to worry about money for a long time. On the other that meant they had sold a lot of plants and nectar, which would now be settling into people’s homes; and people’s lives.
He recalled what had happened with Darlene Two. What had happened to him. What was still happening to…
Nervously, he looked up at Darlene, her utterly gorgeous body practically bursting out of her skimpy attire. Darlene had changed, but not just physically, her personality was blooming too. It wasn’t just her coming out of her shell, it was something more than that.
“Wayne, I’m pretty sure we made more money today than in the last six months!” Darlene was elated, holding stacks of money in her hands.
She look at him, her smile curling slightly as she let her body dip lower. She feigned innocence as she flexed her arms, pretending to stretch, but the view of her cleavage she offered to Wayne was far from accidental.
He had to grip the table for support as he felt all the blood in his legs suddenly rush somewhere else.
She seemed taller. That wasn’t possible, right? People their age didn’t just grow overnight. Then again, Darlene had been growing in every other way for a week now, faster than should have been possible.
No, it had to just be a trick of the light. He was tired. Those and a dozen more excuses popped into his head to explain away the fact that she was now somehow half a head taller than him when for most of their lives he’d been the taller of the two.
Besides, it’s not like he could have shrunk… right?
He was more focused on what she had said earlier.
“You said we’d talk later.” He said softly, almost afraid to ask.
“Mhmm… I know something I want to ‘talk’ about.” She said, without even a hint of propriety.
“What about… what about Flynn?”
“Flynn made his choice, baby.” She gently caressed his cheek before kissing him. “He signed that note. He gave up on all this.”
With that, she gestured to the store, and the pile of cash beside them. Wayne wasn’t looking at any of that though. He was admiring the absolute bombshell Flynn had let get away.
Darlene noticed his attention.
“Oh yeah, all this too.” She giggled, running a hand down her voluptuous curves.
Her once slender, athletic body had filled out in all the right places. It was a testament to the transformative powers of the nectar that had solved all their problems. Her breasts were now so large and heavy they swayed with just the motion of her arm. Her widened hips and thickened thighs had created a delicious valley of soft flesh that he was longing to devour.
It wasn’t just her looks. The way she moved, the way she talked, it was as if she had been born to seduce. Everything about her made her that much more difficult to resist.
In their close proximity Wayne couldn’t ignore the potent scent of her arousal. When she turned back to him her nipples were determined to bore straight through her sweat-clad top. A cocktail of sweet scents and musk had him dizzy with need, and that mischievous glint in her eyes was doing things to him that he would have struggled to put into words.
Even her skin, once so pale and untouched by the sun, had taken on some colour. Indeed in the light and surrounded by so many plants, it almost looked like it had a faint green tint to it now.
She had become a living embodiment of the floral paradise around them. Her eyes were so beautiful, so difficult to look away from… and her lips sported an eternal grin.
Her thick, plush, purple lips.
“Wayne, I have never been so happy.” She kissed him again.
He held onto her like he was afraid to let her go. After a little while he realised he was.
She was different, but she was still Darlene, wasn’t she? This is just who she is when she’s not tied to that asshole Flynn. She’d been stuck with a pushy and overbearing guy for years, and now she was just expressing herself.
When she held his cheeks and kissed him again, he could have died happy. The way she looked at him now was the way he wished she always had.
Wayne knew it wasn’t right to lie to her. Or, at least, to not tell her everything. Yet the fear of losing his newfound happiness, of letting perfect be the enemy of good, kept his tongue tied.
That said, he kept telling himself he had to figure out what was going on, to get a handle on things, but that thought was getting him nowhere. That just ended with him spending time thinking and doing nothing about it.
The air around them seemed to grow thicker as he stewed discontentedly. The atmosphere felt heavier somehow, it was like a scent had been bottled and released. Suddenly his mind was back to sex, back to Darlene’s body. Fantasies of her body getting bigger, softer, smothering him underneath her mass, it all kept getting in the way. Every time he tried to push the fog of arousal aside it only seemed to come back stronger, clinging to his mind, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and telling him to just enjoy the ride.
Wayne had seen the hunger in Darlene Two’s eyes, though. The way she had spoken about ‘helping’ people. How far did she mean to go in ‘helping’ people? What would happen to Darlene if this kept going?
He looked up at her, watering the plants which she cooed to like her children with purple-tainted liquid, his eyes tracing every delicious curve of her new body. The way she interacted with the plants now, though, it was almost… intimate. She spoke to them, really spoke to them. The customers were spellbound by her every move, every giggle, every bat of her eyelashes.
No one’s mind was designed to be offered everything it had ever wanted all at once. It was more than a poor boy like Wayne could handle. His face sunk into his forearms as he crossed them in front of him, trying to block out the world.
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Darlene sensed his turmoil. She sailed closer to him, leaning over the counter once more as her breasts threatening to burst from her tiny top at any moment. The pliable, soft flesh spilled across the table in a way that practically begged him to reach out and touch them.
“What’s the matter, sweetie? See something you like?”
Her hand slid across the countertop, gently placing her fingertips on his forearm. They felt oddly cool in the sweltering heat of the store, his skin radiating warmth.
“I just…” He began, but didn’t finish.
Her other hand snuck under the counter, reaching out to find what she knew would be there. Her nails gently brushed against his crotch, and his cock - already at attention - swelled further in response to her touch begging for more. She giggled, a sound that resonated through the store, as if echoing from every one of the purple-lipped plants.
“I love you, Wayne. I know it’s sudden, but I think I’ve always loved you. Deep down. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but…” She took a deep breath, and suddenly regained her confidence. “I just want to make you happy.”
For a moment Wayne didn’t see Darlene in front of him. In his mind she was larger, thicker, green skinned and massive. Darlene Two had replaced the woman he loved as she spoke in his mind.
“You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you…” She whispered, stroking the head of his cock as it rose and rose, tenting out his garments.
He wasn’t sure who was speaking anymore. Wayne felt his resolve crumbling at her words, and not least at her maddening touch.
“How about we head into the back and I help you feel a little better, hmmm?”
His desire wrapped around him like a thick duvet, making the already boiling heat in the store almost intolerable. With a resigned nod he followed her, his legs moving of their own accord.
The store room was a sea of purple light. The glow from a neon sign outside cast everything in a seductive hue. Darlene closed the door behind them with a soft click, and suddenly everything outside was a distant memory.
The purple became a brighter shade of pink as the sign outside changed from one setting to the other.
Darlene gently pushed him down into a chair and leaned over, smiling down as she seemed to tower over him in that moment. She delicately pointed a finger down at him.
“Hello handsome.” She spoke softly. “You look lonely.”
Bathed in pink light, Wayne could only feel his lip tremble. He had wanted this, wanted her, for so long. Every part of him ached to be with her.
She was right. He was lonely. He had always been lonely.
“I can fix that.”
Now he would never be alone again.
She grasped her own cheek, sighing.
“You look like a good boy…”
He could only watch, mouth agape as Darlene began to sway her body. Every move made him thrum with desire. Her hips rolled hypnotically, gently shifting her newfound weight from one side to the other. Slowly, painfully slowly, she unbuttoned what few buttons her top had - the strings holding them fastened already at bursting point.
The fabric fell open as her breasts spilled forth from their sweaty confines. So much larger and fuller than before, now he would have struggled to hold a single one in both hands. So soft, so inviting, they bobbed gently with every move she made.
She shrugged her top off and let it fall to the floor, her fingers playing down her soft stomach towards her shorts. His cock stiffened further still, and had he not been mesmerised by her beauty, he would have been hurriedly discarding clothing as well.
In moments she had worked her thumbs under the material and leaned forward, ensuring her breasts were inches from his face as she slid them down. She kicked them aside, with no intention to retrieve them any time soon.
“Does this little boy like what he sees?” She asked smoothly, working her hands up and down her body in a gentle rhythm.
Wayne nodded, utterly unable to find his voice. Her hands glided down, guiding his gaze to her full and needy sex. Her underwear was a scandalously tiny scrap of fabric, almost transparent with moisture. They clung to her curves, outlining her swollen lips perfectly, gently indenting her prodigious thighs.
Darlene had to be taller, he realised. There was no other explanation. She took one step, then another, spreading her legs around his as she stood over him, her needy flesh inches from his face.
“Give me a hand with these…”
Wayne lifted a trembling hand, but Darlene tutted, batting it away gently.
“No no,” she admonished, “good boys use their mouths…”
Wayne’s cheeks flushed with unbridled carnal arousal as, looking up at her like a lost puppy, he leant forwards. He kissed the fabric, lips pressing into her delicate and sensitive skin, making her shiver a little.
He could taste the sweetness of her sex, thick purple nectar having infused with the heady aroma of her own arousal. As he took her panties in his lips and began to work them down she ran her fingers down the back of his head, gently but firmly gripping his hair.
Wayne’s eyes lingered on the bulbous curves of her mons, the slick flesh demanding his attention, and he released her underwear in favour of the more inviting prospect.
The moment his lips met hers, Darlene let out a moan so deep and resonant it seemed to rattle the shelves.
“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it…” She trembled, fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed her sex to his mouth. “That’s my good boy.”
It felt like such a release. As if his entire life had led to this moment, to the girl of his dreams moaning as she straddled his face. Her breathy voice whispered to him, encouraging him to drink deeply of her depths.
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She closed one of her hands over the other, intertwining them in his hair as she guided him like a teacher. Swiftly her arousal grew in bounds, and leaving one hand to gently encourage his efforts she reached up and took one of her rock-hard nipples in her finger and thumb, enjoying the almost painfully stiff resistance in the nub. Lately her nipples had taken on a very deep share of red. As she pinched it, rolling it back and forth, watching as it elongated before her eyes, becoming almost purple.
Shuddering in sheer pleasure, Darlene tugged Wayne’s face free of her cleft for a moment. Her eyes, gleaming purple in the neon light, beamed down at him in triumph. She almost came right there at the sight of the spaced out look on his face. A small rivulet of her purple girlcum was trickling from the corner of his mouth, down his cheek and onto his neck in a sticky line.
Something about this new feeling was driving her wild. She had simply never felt so sexually alive. Something about utterly dominating a boy, making him submit to her will… It was intoxicating. It was like nothing she had ever known before. Every part of her body was humming in sheer bliss.
Slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on hers the entire time, she lifted one leg up and draped her meaty thigh across his shoulder, and hooked her calf around the back of his head.
“My good little boy won’t be lonely anymore.” She grinned, and draped her lips across his, groaning in satisfaction as he immediately returned to his oral duties.
Her moans grew louder and only more demanding as she began to grind her plush nether lips against his mouth, riding his tongue as her thigh and calf tightened around his head. He was drowning in the scent of her arousal, a potent blend of the purple nectar and her own natural musk leaving him hungry for more.
Grasping his head tightly, she doubled over as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Darlene’s soft stomach pressed into his face as he reached up to grasp the swell of her ass with both hands.
“Oh fuck! I love you, Wayne!” She managed to squeak out, cupping his cheek and shuddering atop him as he ran his tongue in circles over her clit.
Her words only encouraged him further, and he drove his tongue against her with as much energy as he could. Her breathing became more ragger, her moans louder and more erratic, voicing the pleasures she was feeling freely.
Darlene’s hands grasped his hair, gripping it like it was a lifeline, until with a guttural scream she came. White hot pleasure burned through her as she nearly collapsed against Wayne, her heavy thighs weighing him down as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her lifetime.
The air grew thick with the energy of her release. All around her, the plants seemed to pulse in time with the beating waves of her climax as they crashed against her one by one. Wayne kept licking and sucking, eager to give her the pleasure she craved.
At last she loosened her grip on his head, slowly lowering herself down until her naked body was resting atop his thighs. Wayne was nuzzling her neck, wordlessly expressing an emotion there simply weren’t words for.
She kissed the top of his head, pressing his face into her breasts.
“That was amazing…” She whispered. “But I want more.”
As she shifted her weight, she felt the thickness of his massive erection smouldering against her inner thigh. She couldn’t help but bite her lip at the feeling.
“I think you do too.”
Wayne nodded into her tits. He wanted more. More of this. An eternity of this.
Her eyes never left his as she reached down and took his length in her hand, stroking him gently, nurturing the heat she felt there. She had felt his growing need from the moment she began to undress.
With a seductive smile she lifted herself, deliberately pressing her wet sex against his shaft, squeezing it between her lips and his body, as she positioned herself just above his cock. Her plump pussy hovered just over his cock, glistening and dripping absurdly with excitement.
Darlene’s newfound weight made her movements a little slower, more deliberate, but it just felt so right. So natural.
He felt her warmth as her glossy lips pressed down, the plump flesh parting. She felt his heat as she lowered herself, inch by agonising inch. The tightness of her entrance was almost unbearable, and Wayne rolled his head from side to side at the intensity of it. Darlene’s walls stretched around him, wrapping him in a velvet vice. Her eyes fluttered shut as, with a stilted gasp, she let her newfound bodyweight carry her down. For a few moments she struggled for breathe, her body struggling to adjust to his size. Despite having grown in so many ways, her pussy was so incredibly tight, her walls clenching and churning around his length as if to never let it go.
Panting giddily, her nose pressed to his as she wrapped her arms round his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“I love you Wayne, I love you so much.” She promised, voice dripping with lust.
Her pussy moulded to his cock like a glove, a warm and tight embrace that made every nerve in his throbbing organ sing. She was so wet, so ready, her slick sex aided by a steady flow of purple-tinged nectar.
When at last she began to move, gently lifting herself before allowing gravity to pull her back down atop his cock, his head rolled back and he wanted to scream. It was a torturously slow rhythm, and he began to bounce his hips, eager to pick up the pace. The feeling of her around him was driving him mad with lust, the animalistic desire to rut and thrust pushing out all other thoughts.
Darlene gasped as she felt his cock swelling inside her to ever greater proportions, throwing her head back and drooling a little, giggling inanely as she felt a level of sheer sexual satisfaction her mind simply wasn’t intended to endure.
She let her bodyweight fall forwards, nearly tipping the chair Wayne was sat on down to the floor. Her nails dug into his back as her breasts, so massive now they were each larger than his head, smothered his face as she rested her full weight atop him.
For a few moments she enjoyed the feeling of power, feeling her body pinning him to the chair, him squirming and desperately trying to thrust into her. It was electric. She was drunk on the sensation of control; something she had never known she needed, and now couldn’t get enough of.
“Good boy. Fuck me.”
She lifted her thighs, giving Wayne just enough room to buck his hips up, and he needed no further encouragement. Grasping his hands at the swell of her ass, he forced himself up and into her, breathing heavily into the smothering mass of her breasts. Reaching down, she cupped his ass in her hands, helping him thrust upwards.
“That’s it, good boy, just like that…” She drawled into his ear, goading him into even more feverish arousal. “Fuck me, fuck me like you know you’ve always wanted to.”
The room was spinning, the air almost palpable with the scent of sex. Darlene had never felt so powerful, so in command, so in control of her own agency. She liked it. No, she loved it. Feeling Wayne thrusting into her so needily, she bit her lip to drown a guttural scream of bliss.
All Wayne could focus on was her body wrapped around his. He had never felt so alive, so wanted, so needed.
His breathing became more laboured as his thrusts became more desperate, lifting himself completely off the chair, the old wood squeaking under the strain of Darlene’s added weight. The pleasure grew and grew until he was sure he could take no more. He was so close to losing himself in her.
With a final, desperate moan, she slammed down on him. Her walls tightened like a vice as she came, her pillowy thighs spilling over his own as her body quaked and quivered with the force of her orgasm.
The sudden tightness drove Wayne over the edge, the sounds of the woman he loved in the throes of orgasm playing in his ear and pushing him to climax. He grasped her tightly and began to fuck her with everything he had, pounding into her, his cock a blur of motion between her thighs.
Her first orgasm hadn’t truly finished before her second was soon encroaching upon her, her moans loud and desperate. The air around them was positively charged with sexual energy. She looked into his eyes and there he saw a deep shade of purple spreading.
“Cum for me.”
With that, he let out a bestial scream, his body feeling like it could tear itself apart with the sheer blistering force of his climax. Liquid heat filled Darlene as she felt her body twitch and shudder atop Wayne, her body milking every ounce of his love.
“Yes, good boy, cum for me…” She begged, her voice a whimper in his ear. “Give it to me. Give me all of it. Don’t try to hold back.”
For a while they just shivered against one another, Darlene draped atop Wayne, their sweat-soaked skin sticking to one another. Occasionally Darlene would clench at the aftershocks of her orgasm, or Wayne’s cock would throb inside her, and it would send the other into a shiver of pleasure.
She kissed him and slowly, shakily, got to her feet. She felt heavy, bloated. A tingle through her whole body was making her vision swim. Her skin felt alive. Everything felt incredible. She twirled her fingers in the air, marvelling at the traces they left in her view.
Giggling to herself as Wayne recovered from their ordeal, she began to slip her skimpy outfit back on. Yet Wayne’s cock stood as hard as ever. Licking her lips and still half dressed, she knelt down and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Wayne’s eyes shot open in surprise, gasping at the electric sensation of her mouth around his cock as she feverishly licked him clean.
“Mmmm, fuck…” She gasped, before devouring him once more.
Only when she was satisfied, and Wayne was desperately trying to push her off of his overly-sensitive cock, she slid her lips free with an audible pop.
She straddled his lap once more, sitting side saddle and playing with the wet hair on his forehead with a finger. Darlene kissed him again. He sighed, exhausted but happy. More than happy, he was happier than he had ever been.
She stared down into his face, a broad smile on her thick, purple lips… and he could only marvel at her glowing purple eyes.
“Such a good boy for Mommy.”
Wayne’s blood ran cold, in spite of the intense heat of the room and her body on top of his. He looked into her eyes and he saw the same hunger he had seen before.
Darlene kissed his forehead and got up, finishing dressing herself.
“Darlene…” He murmured, trying to get to his feet but stumbling back into the chair. “This isn’t right. You… there’s something wrong with you.”
“What’s the matter baby?” She asked, squeezing her own ass as she seemed to delight in her changed body whilst somehow being blissfully ignorant of any changes. “Don’t like what you see?”
She squeezed his still hard member.
“This tells me you do.”
She stood just in front of him, lording her massive body over his, exuding a new confidence and power she had never known.
“I know how much I turn you on, little boy.” She admonished, stroking her sex gaudily through her shorts as she spoke. “Don’t try to deny it.”
Wayne got to his feet at last with some effort, and she pulled him into an embrace.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She asked, a little concern in her voice now. “I’m right here. You can tell me.”
“Darlene, you’re not yourself. You’re… you’re acting like…” He began, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. How did you explain to someone, to anyone, just what he was thinking in that moment?
“Like what, sweetie?”
“Not what, who.” He mumbled, unable to stop seeing the similarities.
She squeezed him a little tighter to her body, reassuringly, but the sheer softness of her body was precisely what had him worried. With each moment, her grip became a little more possessive, and he realised he wasn’t sure if she was going to let him go.
“I just… I need some time.” He stammered, trying to ignore his cock once again hardening against her thigh.
She smiled, kissing his ear.
“You don’t need to be afraid.”
Wayne whined at that. He was afraid, and had every reason to be.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mommy is right here…” She whispered, her own voice trailing off.
She saw the look in Wayne’s eyes. Love. Passion. Yet there was more. Worry, fear even. Was he afraid for her? Or… of her?
So much had changed so quickly. She did feel different. She’d put on weight albeit in all the right places. Hell, she even felt a little taller. Her legs felt so much longer, her toned body hadn’t just filled out, it had grown.
The fact she didn’t feel concerned about that was odd. Yet for some reason she just couldn’t bring herself to consider it a problem. Even as that thought came a sudden buzz through her body pushed the thought from her mind. Purple bliss blossomed through her and her eyes swam in pleasure.
She had never really been happy before, a voice she assumed was her own told her, she had always wanted this. Flynn was never the guy for her. She wanted Wayne. It felt natural because it was natural. Nothing was wrong.
A docile grin spread across her features as she clutched Wayne a little tighter… She could take him, now, and never let him go. He’d be hers forever. She would be happy. Wayne would be happy. Everyone would be happy. Why should she let go? She loved him.
Yet the look in his eyes was heartbreaking. With more force of will than she thought it would take, she let go.
“I understand. This is a lot to take in. It’s scary for a little boy. That’s why he has his Mommy to take care of him.”
Stumbling back, Wayne tried to clear his head. Every time she said the word ‘Mommy’ his mind was flooded with graphic, carnal images.
“I’m… Darlene I need to uh, head to bed.”
She stepped closer to him, eyes reading his face as he tried not to meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to leave her if he looked at them one more time. She scrutinized his nervous disposition, that same predatory pulse within her slowly building. A smaller guy, weak and helpless in front of her… something in her instincts was telling her to claim him, take him, pin him down and fuck until the sun came up.
Yet she satisfied herself with just a delicate stroke of her cheek.
“Okay, sweet boy. I understand. I love you.”
She bent over a little and kissed him one last time. Wayne clutched at her shoulders, kissing her passionately as a tear crept from the corner of his eye.
“I love you Darlene. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Darlene squeezed his hand as he headed up to his apartment, only just letting go at the last moment.
Yet the urge between her thighs wouldn’t stop. She ground them against one another, a heat building that only had one solution.
“I’ll just… finish up down here.” She said breathily, her fingers itching in anticipation.