When she heard not just the door leading to the stairwell but Wayne’s own apartment door close, she exhaled in a mix of relief and exasperation. The sheer visceral bliss she had felt when she had felt Wayne inside her… well, it felt the way people said drugs were supposed to, only so much better.
Feeling that delicious warmth pouring down her throat, filling her inside, it had felt… indescribably. For a moment she felt a considerable urge to follow Wayne upstairs. To wrench those clothes from him and suck his cock until she could feel it again, and again, and again.
She shook her head. What had gotten into her? A newly discovered assertive streak was one thing, but she and Wayne had only been dating a day.
We have so much time to make up for, though, came an unbidden thought, which she banished with a little effort.
Wayne needed space. She loved him enough she could respect that at least. Whatever had gotten into him, he deserved the time to get past it.
I’ve kept him waiting long enough, after all.
Darlene’s thighs began to grind against one another, thick, soft flesh sliding back and forth as her arousal slickened the parting.
The urge to chase him upstairs became almost overwhelming. She could picture in her mind, bending him over his own bed and riding him like the animal she knew he wanted her to be. To feel his cock stretching her, that delicious ache which only he could provide. Her pussy quivered at the thought of his seed filling her once more. Biting her lip, she clenched her thighs as a throb ran from her sex directly to her brain.
No, she needed to accept he needed time, and in time he would be ready. Until then…
Until then, she knew one other thing that could make her feel that good.
She stalked hungrily back to the store room, inhaling deeply and relishing the scent of their lovemaking. Sex, sweat, blooming lust. Her whole body shivered as she instinctively felt her fingers begin to wander. The pheromones in the air were driving her wild.
It was hot. The heat felt good against her skin. She hardly minded the sweat pouring down her back, the heat of her large breasts against her chest.
However, as she opened one box after another, she found only empty bottles.
“Damn it… where is it…” She huffed, both aroused and frustrated beyond belief. “There has to be some left.”
Darlene knew there was more in here, there had to be. She could feel it in her blood, singing to her, the urge to consume more of that sweet, heavenly liquid. Her hands trembled as she rummaged through the store room.
All around her, the plants smiled down, their purple lips curled in knowing grins. Looking up to them, she had an idea. Yet as she brought the bottle to their lips, hoping they could give her what she craved, they merely grinned at her.
To her dismay, though, their lips remained firmly closed, giving forth none of the nectar.
“Oh come on… COME ON!” She whined, trying to coax even a morsel from them, but the plant pods almost mockingly avoided her - grinning all the while.
Darlene’s desperation grew, the emptiness inside her demanded to be filled once more with the sweet nectar which had brought her so much pleasure. Her fingertips curled under her shorts, sliding down to her slippery nexus which so demanded attention.
They found the sweet spot she had so recently shared with Wayne. Her hand found her sex already sticky with arousal, her clit swollen and throbbing, begging for attention.
She stumbled, legs wobbly with lust as she circled her nub slowly with a finger, a slow and torturous rhythm that made her lips part in a silent gasp. Moments later she plunged her other fingers inside herself. With one free hand, she tried to search the shelves, but soon collapsed to her knees entirely overtaken by her arousal.
Yet as she rode her own fingers, her orgasm always remained frustratingly just out of reach. It felt like reaching up to grasp a sweet fruit from a tree whos branches always lifted it away at the last moment. Her thoughts grew more erratic in concert with her growing need.
Now she was truly panicking.
Wait… She could just go upstairs, take what she needed from Wayne. She knew he could make her cum. Then she would be happy. He would be happy. They would-
Wrenching her hand free from between her sticky thighs, she struggled to her feet and kicked over the nearby chair, screaming in frustration. She needed the nectar. She had to feel that pleasure again. Not wanted, needed. It just… didn’t feel good enough without it. Panting in slight panic, she realised she genuinely could not cum without it.
Manic, she frantically searched, tipping over the empty boxes she had already checked. She knew there was still some in the store; there had to be - she could smell it. She tugged her fingers free from between her thighs again, not having realised she was touching herself. Tears of frustration dripped down onto her massive breasts.
On shaky feet she followed her nose, resisting the urge to plunge her digits into her slick depths once more, knowing she would only be driving herself ever more insane with lust. Once on the shop floor she staggered, leaning on the shelves for support.
The plants all smiled down at her, their thick purple lips grinning inanely.
She stopped, looking up to see them all, hundreds, thousands, shelf after shelf and row after row, all staring down at her.
In unison, they all turned to look at the basement door as it slowly creaked open.
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As she entered the stairwell heat washed over her like a wave. It felt like a giant’s breath, hot and humid, thick and suffocating as it rolled across her. She took a deep breath, the scent of the nectar making her eyes flutter. It was down there. She just had to get it.
All around her small vines and leaves were sprouting from the earthen walls. The wood beams embedded into them were wrapped and entwined in greenery.
The stone under her feet was the only thing cool down here. Her breath grew ragged, the burning in her lions growing stronger by the moment. Her skin felt hot, prickling like a thousand tiny suns under the surface, but the fire raging within her was an inferno.
“Fuck. Fuck.” She whimpered, digging her nails into her palm to avoid touching herself. She knew if she did it would only make it worse.
Each step down to the basement brought her closer to the sweet land of release, and her legs carried her almost of their own accord.
The door below loomed in darkness, yet a faint light seemed to glow from the other side. As she reached the bottom step, she took a moment to steady herself. Her knees were weak. Her thighs were twitching non-stop. She had never been so close to orgasm for so long only to be denied.
“Oh God… please…” She groaned, reaching out for the door.
Before she could, however, it opened on its own. As it did, the one at the top of the stairs shut behind her. Now the only light was that coming from the basement.
Staggering inside she at first didn’t register what she was seeing. Her arousal fizzled in the back of her mind, replaced by simple awe. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sweet, cloying aroma of the purple nectar. The walls were a dense thicket of vines and leaves, the floor itself roiled with endless green fronds like veins, and the ceiling was a thick canopy of foliage. It felt like she had stepped inside one giant plant, rather than being surrounded by many.
What caught her attention most of all, though, was the giant green plant pod against the back wall surrounded by many smaller ones.
“How long… has the basement been like this?” She asked herself huskily under her breath.
Yet her voice seemed to echo in the green chamber, the air so close she could hear her own heartbeat.
“Quite a while now.” Came a voice that practically dripped satisfaction.
Darlene jumped, looking around in fright.
The faint light glowing from that massive pod grew brighter, and slowly its wet and slimy petals began to unfurl, as Darlene backed away in shock. Her eyes widened in shock as, from within it, was revealed the colossal form of Darlene Two.
Her green skin dripped thick, clingy purple nectar. Darlene struggled to take in each incomprehensible measurement one by one. Her body was like something from an adolescent’s absurd fantasy, a fever dream. She was like a Venus of Willendorf if sculpted by a madman with a penchant for the obscene.
Darlene Two’s massive breasts had swollen to a ludicrous size, each one larger than Darlene in width and height. Her nipples were like ripe purple bananas, dripping a copious flow tinted with the same purple nectar which coated her body.
Darlene was simply stunned. She wilted to the floor as her mind struggled to take in what she was seeing.
“What’s the matter, dear… didn’t you come down here for something?” Darlene Two asked in a way that was anything but innocent, her tongue rolling across her lips hungrily.
“How… how did you…” Darlene mumbled, but stopped.
The sheer absurdity of her situation made her giggle at her own question. She laughed, a mix of shock and fear bubbling inside her, as well as far less savoury emotions.
“I’ve been watching. Watching you. All this time.” Darlene Two cooed.
The massive plant woman began to idly stroke her fingers along one of her grotesquely swollen nipples, causing a gout of purple milk to spurt forth. Below, she coaxed her fingers between her thighs thicker than trees, and began to lazily finger herself as nectar poured forth. It coated her fingers and began to catch the light.
Darlene was transfixed. Suddenly she felt all reasonable thought retreating as she felt her desire, her hunger, returning like a freight train.
“Weren’t you… looking for something?” Darlene Two asked gently, probingly, as she let the thick purple gel drip down onto the slimy petal which had unfurled beneath her.
Darlene nodded dazedly, unable to look away from those massive digits as they slithered in and out of her with a hypnotic rhythm.
“Then come here, my sweet little thing. I’ll give you as much as you like. Wouldn’t that make you happy?”
Darlene Two held her fingers out temptingly, twirling them as the thick slime drooled from her digits.
Darlene felt her fingers trailing down her stomach, probing her own sex whose need was throbbing with avengeance. She felt her own fingers slip into the sticky heat of her pussy, moaning breathlessly as she stared up at the monstrous form before her.
“You know what you need. Come to Mommy.” Darlene Two’s voice was a purr, thick and sweet as honey as she began to curl her nectar-sodden digits towards herself invitingly. “You know how good it tastes. How good it feels.”
The girl staggered slowly forth, feverishly masturbating herself between steps.
“This… something isn’t right…” She murmured unconvincingly.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? I only want you to be happy. I only want to make everyone happy.”
The scent of that nectar was heavy on the air, a potent bouquet of sugary lust that was making Darlene’s legs wobble and stomach twist almost as much as her own frenetic fingering. She hardly cared that she was openly drooling at the sight of it, her eyes glued to Darlene Two’s fingers.
“Come and drink your fill, sweet girl.” Darlene Two offered, leaning closer to Darlene, all whilst keeping her fingers directly in Darlene’s eyesight.
Darlene’s hand was a blur, pumping in and out of her sex with a desperation that grew with each passing moment. She needed it. The nectar was making her body crave it, and now she had seen the source she couldn’t help but crave her too.
She was so close to that sweet, sweet release. If she could just taste it, she knew she could finally have the explosive climax that felt so unbearably close.
“Awww, such a thirsty girl…” Darlene Two drolled with relish. “Is this what you want?”
She held a fingertip glistening with her nectar just out of reach of Darlene’s lips. The girl bent closer, desperately trying to wrap her lips around it.
As her feet sank into the slick, fleshy material of the interior of one of Darlene Two’s massive plant petals, the sticky mess of nectar and juices clung to her sole. She didn’t even notice.
Darlene Two smiled, always keeping her finger just out of reach of Darlene’s open lips, her tongue stretching out desperate for even a drop of her purple arousal.
The massive plant woman grinned as Darlene took one step after another, luring her closer until the girl’s feet were simply stuck. She was so close now, so close to Darlene Two, but the girl was bent forwards as far as she could go. Try as she might she couldn’t wrench her feet free of the morass that held them. Hell, it was a struggle to stay upright, and not simply collapse to her knees and masturbate until her mind went blank.
“Here, let me help you sweetie.”
With that, the massive petal slid out from under Darlene, sending her sprawling onto her back. Instantly she felt her whole body sinking into the viscous slime that coated the interior of her petals, her arms suddenly just as trapped as the rest of her as she tried to catch her own fall.
Slowly, ominously, the petal began to lift from the flooe, curling inwards until Darlene was face to face with Darlene Two. The rest of the petals closed in around them too, until they were sealed, and Darlene was trapped within the tight enclosed space of Darlene Two's pod.
"Oh my, I seem to have caught a beautiful girl..."
"P-please..."
Darlene whimpered softly, her body trembling with a mix of unbridled lust and fear. The purple nectar was soaking into her body through every pore, the heat of it making her dizzy. The petal pressed her inwards towards Darlene Two, its sticky embrace bringing her closer and closer to Darlene Two’s body which now loomed over her.
The girl couldn’t help but be awed to silence by the monstrous form before her. She had already seemed immense from afar, but up close she was simply a giantess. The plant woman’s enormous and swollen breasts, with engorged and plump nipples, occupied much of the limited space inside the plant pod. Had she not been stuck to the wall Darlene had no doubt she would have been drowning in this giant woman’s cleavage.
Hanging from the sticky interior of the plant, even eye to eye with her, Darlene’s feet barely reached below the giant woman’s breasts and her head barely came up to the woman’s neck. Every movement the massive woman made caused her rolls of slick flesh to jiggle, a testament to the sheer mass of the plant woman who towered over the human girl held before her.
“Is this what you were looking for?” The colossal green woman asked, holding her fingers inches from Darlene’s lips, gloopy purple nectar clinging to them stubbornly. “Is this what you want? What you… need?”
Darlene felt her body react, muscles straining as she tried to lean closer to get to that delicious honey. She couldn’t help herself. Much as she tried she couldn’t hold back. She simply had to have some.
“Mmmm, such a good girl, isn’t it so sweet, so delicious. Addictively so, in fact.” Darlene Two said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Darlene whined, flexing her body as she tried to pull herself free. Not to escape, but to wrap her fingers around those devilishly tempting fingers and lick them clean. She didn’t care how desperate she looked. She didn’t care that a twelve foot tall green woman was holding her captive. All she cared about was the nectar, and the sweet, sweet orgasm it promised.
Yet cruelly, Darlene Two kept them away. She crept her hand down her own plump stomach, and Darlene followed it as it went until it disappeared between the two fleshy cliffs of her thighs. The giant plant woman leaned forward, bringing her face closer to Darlene’s as the girl looked back up.
“Mmmmm, it feels so good…” She gloated, lazily masturbating herself. Slick, wet sounds soon echoed within the tight space of the pod.
Darlene’s eyes widened in unabashed desire. She drooled, a long low groan of utter desperation leaving her.
“Poor girl, I bet you wish you could reach down and do the same.” Darlene’s fingers twitched, her hands struggling against their sticky bonds to reach down to her own pussy. She bucked her hips desperately as if just to get her lips just a little bit closer to her fingers.
With a sickening slurp, Darlene Two retrieved her fingers from below and lifted them to Darlene’s face again, the girl’s features going slack with need. Her lips begged for a taste, and she rolled her tongue out pleadingly.
Again Darlene Two denied her, greedily licking one finger clean as the poor girl looked on like someone dying of thirst.
“Awww, poor girl, do you need Mommy to feed you?” She asked, offering her finger again. “Sweet little thing… so needy for me.”
Darlene Two held a fingertip just in front of Darlene’s lips.
Maybe it was the shock of the situation wearing off. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was a moment of clarity. Darlene wasn’t sure. It took all of her willpower, every ounce of strength she had, but she turned her head away, wincing with the effort it took. She knew this was wrong. This was crazy!
“Hmmm? No? Well then, I guess it’s all for me.” Darlene Two spoke so innocently, tipping her head back and allowing the product of her arousal to drip down onto her thick, plump lips as she lavishly licked them clean.
Darlene couldn’t help but watch enviously, her breathing coming quick and fast as she felt a near-panic attack of sexual frustration hit her.
“I guess I’ll just have it all to myself. Feel free to watch, dear.” Darlene Two said, smugly, before licking her fingers clean. “You know, Wayne loves drinking my nectar… straight from the source.”
Darlene’s frustration boiled over at that. Lucidity hit her all at once as adrenaline fuelled rage pumped through her body.
“No. No! Who are you!? This is - this is wrong! This is crazy! Let me out!”
She thrashed, trying with all her might to free herself. Clingy slimy ropes stretched but refused to break as she pushed as hard as she could away from the wall, not caring that it was just bringing her closer to her captor. It was hopeless. All she was succeeding in doing was tiring herself out.
“Oh my… maybe this sweet little girl really does want some after all.” Darlene Two reached down to stroke her own lips again with her other hand, collecting nectar as she did so, before bringing her fingers back to Darlene’s face. “Here.”
Darlene’s head hung heavy, her eyes fixated on those fingers as the nectar coated them like gloss, reflecting the soft purple light as it clung to them. Thick drops slid glacially slowly down her fingers, growing fatter as they joined with others. At last, inevitably, gravity would pull a drop free. Each time one fell, it hit the growing warm pool of nectar below with a plop that echoed in Darlene’s ears. One by one they torturously dripped.
The plant woman’s face grew smug as she watched the smaller human girl’s willpower slowly eroding away.
“Why resist, darling? Don’t you want to feel good? Don’t you want to be happy?” She whispered. “Don’t you want everyone to be happy?”
Darlene whimpered as the massive woman began to finger herself again, the sounds of her sexual exploits driving the poor girl to hysterics. The girl rolled and bucked her hips, a silent beg for Darlene Two to give her the same release to which Darlene Two so lazily treated herself.
“Just open those pretty purple lips for me, and drink it all down…” Darlene Two murmured. “Then you’ll feel all better.”
Darlene’s heart raced. Every inch of her body was on fire. Every atom was screaming at her to drink, to lick, to do whatever it took to feel that feeling again.
Only then did she finally begin to piece it all together. Wayne, the nectar, the people, the plant… the plant had grown and grown until finally it had become this woman. All those plants upstairs would grow just like this one had. They would grow, and spread… and people would drink the nectar…
“No… I have to…” Darlene began, the implications setting off a cacophony of alarms in her head, but she simply felt herself leaning closer to those fingers. “I have to…”
“You have to drink. So you can grow up big and strong… like me.”
Me. My body. This is why I’m growing. I’m growing… into her.
“I… I won’t, I have to - AH!”
Darlene gasped as she felt the giant woman’s fingers delicately trace the contours of her sex, leaving a glistening trail of purple nectar in their wake.
The girl gasped, groaned, and felt her whole body freeze. She was so close, so close! She was finally going to get to cum! So close…
She looked down, waiting for the fingers to continue, but they merely retreated as Darlene Two went back to fingering herself.
Her thick, cloying slime began to leave a tingling everywhere it touched. It grew and grew, until Darlene felt like her lips were vibrating. Gritting her teeth, the heavy, thick honey slowly dripped down across her pussy like the most delicate caress. Her whole sex was buzzing, she was so close… but it wasn’t enough.
“Noooohohohoho!” She whined, thrashing her hips around, as if trying to shake the substance free as it clung to her like a greedy lover, its chemical bliss keeping her pussy so achingly close to orgasm.
“Just one little lick and you’ll feel so much better…” The woman offered, gently waving her fingers directly beneath Darlene’s nose.
The girl inhaled deeply, shuddering with need at the scent of it.
“Please… please…” Darlene sobbed, bucking her hips in an utterly lewd display.
“Awww, poor girl, are you needy? Let Mommy help…”
Darlene Two placed a single finger against Darlene’s clit, dripping with nectar, and blew Darlene a kiss.
Screaming like a banshee, Darlene began to hump and grind her clit against that digit, desperate for release. As she did so, Darlene Two was working the nectar into the flesh of her nub, and soon the heat began to build there too. It tingled, and then it burned, and soon the sensation was almost too much for Darlene to bear.
She was so close… so very, utterly, painfully close… she just needed to cum, just cum once, just get that sweet release and-
Darlene Two pulled her finger away.
Darlene stared. She felt the tingling on her clit, but now she had no way to assuage it. It just grew stronger and stronger. She panted until she began to hyperventilate.
She screamed. In that moment she would have given anything, anything to be able to touch herself. She didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to cum.
“You know you can’t resist, sweet girl. Just give in. Feel how good it feels… to obey your Mommy.”
With a final strangled cry of defeat, Darlene sank her lips around the proffered digits, and for a few moments was utterly still. Then her whole body tensed with a colossal shudder. She screamed until her throat hurt, never letting the fingers loose from her lips the entire time, as a truly mind-shattering orgasm seared the sensation of the nectar and that pleasure into her for the rest of her life.
“There we go… such a good girl… That’s it, just cum for Mommy, cum and cum and cum…”
Darlene tensed as she felt Darlene Two’s fingers enter her. Her first orgasm hadn’t even ended when the second began to build. The plant woman locked her in a fleshy kiss, those massive plush lips smothering most of the girl’s face as thick nectar was forced into her mouth by an equally colossal tongue.
The girl’s fingers and toes twitched in their sticky bonds as her brain short-circuited, an overload of pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, ever dreamed of. Her eyes rolled back as Darlene Two’s tongue explored every part of her mouth, and it felt like she was painting the girl’s brain with nectar. One orgasm after another crashed against the already crumbling walls of her mind. Eagerly, she rode the nectar-slickened digits which now so eagerly took her from one climax to the next.
Giddily, the girl grinned and drooled as she felt one little part of herself after another bubbling away in a frothy purple bliss. All she cared about was feeling good. All she wanted was to be happy… and to make everyone happy.