Little Shop of Eden Part 2 - WIP

This is still a work in progress. I'm about halfway through the story. Some stuff might change between now and release. Enjoy!

Chapter 8

The basement stairs creaked beneath Flynn’s weight, old wood pressing into soft earth below. The musty scent of plant life was soon overpowered by the sweet aroma of the nectar, an overwhelming allure that filled the close air of the stairwell. 

Flynn eagerly proceeded down the stairs, but paused at the bottom when he realised he was alone. Looking back up he saw Wayne standing in the doorway, looking down on him ruefully. 

“You ain’t coming buddy?”

Wayne merely shook his head. Slowly, he closed the door, and with a dull click locked it. Flynn however remained blissfully unaware of his predicament, putting Wayne’s sullen behaviour down to the late hour and big ask. 

Yet as he peered into the dim light he could make out odd green growths along the walls, creeping around the edges of the basement door. Thick roots had sprouted from below, the sides and above. The door itself was just barely holding on under the strain. 

“Whoa… freaky.” Flynn chuffed. “It’s a little overgrown down here pal!” He called back up the stairwell, not knowing that Wayne was no longer there to listen. 

With the same cocksure smile Flynn had worn for most of his life he reached for the handle of the basement door, only for said door in front of him disappear. Before he could blink, the door was almost wrenched from its hinges by a mass of green vines. Flynn remained stood still, hand outstretched for a doorknob that was no longer there, for a moment of total blind innocence. 

In the time it took him to blink once more, the vines were more than happy to take advantage of his total defencelessness and enwrapped him completely. In moments they had shredded his beloved leather coat, and left the young man utterly naked within their grasp. They were thick and robust, tightly encircling his arms, legs, waist and neck. He barely had time to let out the first croak of a shocked yelp before their vice-like grip snatched him from the ground and into the basement before slamming the door back into place behind him. 

Flynn’s instinctual scream of terror was muffled by a thick vine pressing over his lips. His eyes bulged in shock a she stared into the utter dark abyss of the basement around him, the light from the stairwell now gone. 

He felt himself being moved through the moist and sweltering air, panic choking off his already silenced screams. All Flynn could do was peer desperately, his eyes scanning the darkness for any hint of what was to come. 

Two glowing purple eyes loomed from the gloom in answer to his frightened curiosity. The vines brought him closer, or perhaps they were closing on him, he couldnt tell, until he could feel Darlene Two’s warm breath on his skin. The light from her eyes grew and grew in his vision until it was all he could see, a neon sign spelling out his doom.

Then the light softened. It became a soothing, mellow balm. Flynn could see her beautiful face. Her beautiful, amethyst eyes twinkled, and Flynn felt an odd wave of comfort coming over him. It felt like that gentle light was washing his fears away. He felt a strange sense of belonging, like entering a childhood home after many years. The tension in his taut, bound body melted. 

Her emerald green skin shone in the pale purple light, and her mouth widened in a smile as her tongue slithered out to lick her lips in anticipation - leaving a thick trail of nectar in its wake. 

“My, my, what a handsome young man has entered my boudoir…” She murmured, standing upright within her pod to let Flynn see the true majesty of her new form. 

Her body was simply immense, sculpted to be a sexual icon, but that wasn’t what Flynn was looking at. No, he was still staring at this massive green woman’s face… because she looked just like Darlene. 

The vine over his mouth slackened and pulled back when Darlene Two was content that he had stopped screaming, his terror replaced with simple stunned shock. 

“Who are you?” He muttered. 

“Why, I’m Darlene.” She tittered. “But you… you will call me Mommy.”

“M-me?”

Darlene Two’s plush, thick purple lips curled evilly. 

“All of you.”

Before he could speak another word her lips were on him. The heat and moisture of her mouth engulfed his as her massive lips enveloped them. The vines held him immobile, helpless, as her tongue forced its way in and coated the interior of his mouth with thick, jelly-like nectar. 

The sweetness was overwhelming, flooding his mouth and his senses, drowning his very being under syrupy molasses. It was like liquid lust swiftly filling his body, and Flynn felt himself growing harder and harder as he was forced to swallow it down. She poured more and more past his vulnerable lips, feeding him from her mouth to his. His eyes rolled back in his head as soon his cock was straining against the vines that held him taut. 

Flynn felt his head being gently tilted backwards, all so Darlene Two could simply drool more nectar past his now pleasure-slackened lips. His body went limp in her embrace, the nectar acting as a river of pure sensual delight that was coursing through his veins and igniting a raging lust within him. 

Compared to the small doses he and Darlene had tried before this was like nothing he had ever experienced. Every part of his mind and body were flooded with pure ecstasy all at once as a heady cocktail of pleasure bypassed all higher thought and dug straight to the core of his sanity. His heart was racing as if it was trying to keep up with the sheer deluge of sensation being forced upon him.

With a final wet slurp Darlene released his mouth only for another vine to swiftly take her place, leaking a steady stream of nectar down his throat. A smooth, nectar-slick vine curled around the base of Flynn’s turgid cock, and he bucked wildly in response, trying to fuck the slippery flesh of her vine. 

“Oh my, someone’s so very eager…” She cooed, lifting Flynn up so that his throbbing length was bobbing just inches from her thick, pillowy lips. 

Darlene pursed them and kissed the air just in front of Flynn’s cock mockingly, which had the young man thrashing wildly in his restraints - not in an attempt to escape, but from him desperately trying to plunge his cock between them. 

“Awwww, does this good little boy want to cum in my mouth? Hmmm?”

Flynn began to grunt and scream around the large vine gagging this mouth, his eyes wide in desperation to be heard. 

“Such a naughty boy…” She whispered, before lavishly licking her tongue along the underside of Flynn’s cock. 

His thrashing froze as a shiver ran through the trapped lad’s body. She finished by lapping her tongue around his head a single time, only to pull away and leave a string of purple slime connecting her tongue to his cock. 

The young lad’s libido was now boiling over, his body in paroxysms of need as he now squirmed and begged wordlessly for more stimulation. 

“Mmmm, come to momma…” She growled with relish, sinking her massive, thick lips down along his cock as the vine holding it primed for her attentions retreated, allowing her lips to envelop his base with a sickening squelch. 

Flynn’s breath hitched in his throat as the seconds passed, waiting for her to continue, but it soon became clear she wouldn’t be moving. 

The boy went ballistic, screaming himself hoarse around the vine in his mouth, utterly beside himself with the need to cum. Yet Darlene Two stubbornly refused, instead merely massaging his cock with her lips. Slowly she let her tongue dance across his cock, flicking up and down over the tip as the boy wept with need. 

Only when his tears of frustration were coming unbidden and his thrashing had been reduced to pained, wracking sobs of need did she at last relent; dragging her thick lips back up his cock at a glacially slow pace. For a few moments she kept the tip of his cock trapped between her lips, fluttering her tongue against the frenlum, before sinking her lips back down once more and painting his cock with purple nectar, the same stuff that had gotten him into this dilemma to begin with. 

The vines around his waist relented, freeing his hips just enough to let him thrust his hips into her mouth’s slimy embrace. Flynn became an animal, rutting helplessly, driven purely by instinct. Darlene Two grinned, ensuring to bob her lips up and down to meet his cock with every thrust. 

Her mouth was a warm, wet vice that was unforgiving as it worked him over with masterful skill that could only come from aeons of evolutionary perfection. The vines around his neck ensured he kept his head tilted back, and they gently massaged his throat to ensure he obediently swallowed every drop of nectar he was being fed. 

The chemical cocktail boiling away inside him had his orgasm rapidly approaching. Flynn felt his balls tightening, the pressure building until he was sure they’d burst. He could feel the nectar pumping through his bloodstream, demanding his seed to be spilled. Her lips moved with a mesmerizing rhythm, coating him in her sweet, sticky essence. Her wet, velvety tongue played over his shaft with inhuman precision that sent shockwaves of desire through his body. Her mouth was a warm, sweltering pocket that was the perfect fit for his aching cock. 

With a chuckle of finality, Darlene Two hollowed her cheeks with the effort of sucking him, mercilessly pumping him in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head in a blur. She was the master of pleasure, and like the venus flytrap she had her prey caught between her lips. His hips bucked uncontrollably, movements guided purely by the primal need to be milked, to spill his cum, to finally obtain the release that his body was burning for.

Darlene Two’s pace quickened even further, her lips slurping and smacking around his cock as she took him as deep into the molten liquid of her mouth as she could. Her sweet torment pushed him closer and closer to the inevitable until, with a guttural roar, he came. 

Flynn’s body shuddered under the strain of his inhuman ejaculation, erupting thick ropes into her waiting mouth as she hungrily lavished his cock with her tongue. Her lips continued to milk him mercilessly, squeezing rope after rope of cream from him until she had drunk down every last drop. 

When finally he had nothing left to give, the vines loosened just enough to let Flynn collapse against her titanic tits. Flynn had no strength left in him, his body boneless and spent. His eyes were glassy with a cocktail of pleasure inducing nectar. He’d never felt so alive, as if this was truly living and every moment before it had simply been a lead up to this. 

“Such a good boy…” Darlene Two whispered, petting his head. “I can’t wait until I get to see all of you like this. Small. Helpless. Drained. Happy.”

Flynn merely sighed contentedly. In his chemical daze the fact he was being embraced by an eight foot tall plant woman with tits bigger than his torso was hardly registering at all. All he cared about was that this feeling never stopped. He just wanted to curl into a ball and relax here forever. 

“Now time for round two sweetie.” She cooed, and kissed his cheek. 

“Mmmm… but… but I’m…” He murmured, about to protest, when he felt his cock throbbing to life once more. “Wait… h-how…” 

“Mommy’s honey makes sure you’re always excited for her.” Darlene smugly asserted, lifting the young man up in her arms and forcing her lips on him once again, dosing his mouth with her nectar all over. 

Flynn feebly struggled. His admittedly muscular form was still already outmatched from the moment Darlene Two had him in her clutches, but now he was as weak and helpless as a kitten in her arms. 

The boy groaned into her lips, but her tongue swiftly silenced it, forcing his own tongue down so that he couldn’t even mumble out a muffled protest. 

Darlene’s fingers, coated in nectar, began to lavishly stroke up and down his length as Flynn’s breathing became laboured once more. Every breath he took was utterly coated with the cloying aphrodisiacs of her body, her scent forcing its way into his mind and rewriting the very concept of arousal that it found there. He was a mere plaything in her hands, a mere vessel for pleasure. Whatever happened he was simply blissfully happy. 

She held him with a lover’s embrace, but a wicked smile spoke to her intentions. A large pod cracked open by her side, having been embedded into the earthy wall. It was a deep shade of green, almost black, and it pulsed gently. Heat and moisture rose from within. 

Suddenly Darlene Two’s hand was absent, and his once more aroused body missed the stimulation earnestly. As he fruitlessly humped the air where her milking digits had once been he was turned around to see the pod opening like an abyss just below him. 

Flynn felt a thrill of terror suddenly cut through his dozey arousal as, from within, a green face emerged. It was a female face that looked similar to Darlene Two, but smaller, not quite the same. 

“You’re going to be staying in here from now on.” She revealed gleefully, and slowly lowered his body towards the pod below. 

In his panic Flynn was only barely able to twitch his legs, struggling like a fussy babe in its mother’s arms. From within slick tendrils reached out to encircle his ankles, pulling him in even as he was lowered to his doom. 

The face grinned up at him and he looked down on it in horror. The slick green body attached to it revealed what awaited him within. 

“You’ll be right by my side where I can watch over you.” Darlene cooed reassuringly, but the way she was wantonly masturbating her fatty pussy as she lowered the boy to his doom revealed her true intentions. Gloopy strings of nectar soon drooled forth from her thighs and coated her adventurous fingers. 

As the smaller version of herself within the pod reached up to embrace Flynn in her arms, Darlene Two bent over and forced one of her honey-slickened fingers between his lips, sending his brain buzzing with the highly concentrated dose. 

“A little taste to remember Mommy by…” She giggled, and before the pod closed for the last time, all Flynn could feel was warmth, wetness, and hear the degrading chuckles of the plant woman who had resigned him to this fate. 

A gentle tickle at his ear sent the boy into shivers as the smaller version of Darlene Two coated his lobe in nectar. 

Yet unseed by Flynn a small vine, with a complex purple tip, snaked its way up behind him and delicately inserted itself into his ear. 

*****

He blinked… and there he was. Lying in bed with Darlene. 

It had just been a dream… a terrible dream. 

Flynn rubbed his eyes. What a dream, though… 

“Good morning babe.” He whispered, and kissed her cheek. 

The massive form of Darlene rolled over, her colossal body somehow not splintering the bed beneath her. Her green skin and purple lips were truly beautiful in the early light. 

“Good morning.” She cooed to him and enveloped him in a fleshy embrace. 

Flynn grinned ear to ear. He was so lucky to have her in his life. So lucky to have a Mommy like Darlene. 

“Do you have work today?” He asked, feeling himself be none-too-subtly dragged over to be smothered against her massive form. 

“Nope. I never ever have to be away from you ever again.”

Flynn just smiled. He didn’t question it. 

“So I guess that leaves us plenty of time for…” Darlene giggled, wiggling her eyebrows as she ran one of her pillow-thick thighs up and down his leg. 

“I guess it does.” Flynn chuckled, kissing her utterly massive lips, which in turn smothered half of his fade. 

Darlene rolled him atop herself, her surprising strength matched only by her immense size. 

“Flynn, baby… fuck me. Fuck me like you never have.”

Flynn’s ears felt hot. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and he eagerly obliged. His cock was easily enveloped in her hot depths. It just felt so amazing. Laying atop her thick, fatty body was like riding a cloud. As she enclosed her legs around him, trapping him against her and forcing his cock deeper inside her, he could only gasp in pleasure. 

He couldn’t remember what he’d been worried about before. That awful dream was fading away as he felt the gut-clenching pleasure radiating from her sex. 

Darlene smiled. Everything would be perfect here for Flynn. He’d be happy. It was a wonderful dream he’d never have to wake up from ever again. 

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Groaning, Wayne threw the covers aside and sat up. His body was stiff and achy, a reminder of how much had changed and how much he'd been through. His cock and balls had ballooned to a size that would make him the envy of any man alive, but the nectar that had caused it had left him with a constant, unyielding erection. He had to adjust it with one hand as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the fabric of his boxers dug a little into his swollen flesh.

'Maybe I'd feel more comfortable without them'. The thought occurred in the back of his mind, sounding oddly pleasing before he banished it. Why was he thinking about being naked when he had to get dressed? 

He tried to ignore the throbbing in his cock, the almost painful tightness in his overfull balls, he slid out of the covers and his feet hit the cold floor with a tiny thump. He rubbed his eyes again before walking to the bathroom with ginger steps, as even the jolt of a heavy footstep was enough to make his purple-stained appendages 

Wayne had always been a bit of a wallflower, and having the spotlight of destiny bearing down on him like a police interrogation room in one of those cheesy flicks was hard to deal with. How he had wound up with a massive plant girl in the basement two floors down, and the love of his life in the arms of another-

He was out the door before his toothbrush hit the floor. Flynn. Why had he forgotten? How could he have forgotten? Tugging his pants up as he stumbled down the stairs he burst onto the shop floor, half dressed.

Nothing. The sweltering, damp, musty air was unchanged. The Garden of Eden was as quiet as ever this time of morning. 

There across the shop floor was the old oak frame of the basement door. Still closed. 

He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently; but there was nothing to be heard. Slowly he reached down for the brass knob, only to stop when he saw a rough sheet of paper on the ground, sticking out from underneath the door as if it had slid underneath it. As he lifted the note, a voice got his attention before he could inspect it.

“Wayne!” Someone said, hand on the glass and staring into the store. 

Wayne recognised her in an instant and opened the door, catching her as Darlene fell into his arms. She pressed her face to his chest, breathing deeply. For a while she rested there, until Wayne spoke up at last. 

“Darlene what… what’s going on?”

By the time she looked up he saw the redness of her eyes, her usually immaculate features tarnished by worry. Her hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush and her work clothes were wrinkled. Her hands trembled a little as she clung to Wayne’s shoulders, putting her arms around him. 

“Oh Wayne, I thought… I thought something had happened to you too when I got here and the store was still closed…”

Wayne looked up to see he hadn’t just slept in, but in fact the Garden of Eden should have been open half an hour ago. 

“Yeah, sorry I slept in. Sorry if I worried you.” He took in Darlene’s almost tragic appearance. She was scratching at her neck, eyes run through with obvious tears. “What would have happened to me?”

“I’ve been up all night. Flynn… he…” She squeezed Wayne tighter. “Flynn never came home last night.”

Wayne blinked in surprise, slowly embracing her in return. 

He felt the heat drain from his body as, slowly, he turned to look back at the basement door. 

“I don’t know where he is. I’ve been everywhere I could think of.”

Wayne looked from the basement door to the note in his hands, turning it over and starting to read it. The writing was very elegant, though the paper itself had purple stains in multiple places. 

Darlene noticed what he was looking at and turned to read it in turn. 

My Dearest Darlene, 

Although you mean a great deal to me, I just can’t see a future between us. We are different people who want different things out of life. Tonight I saw for the first time what my true destiny was, and rest assured I have accepted it with a smile on my face. 

Best Regards…

Below that, there was a messily scrawled signature. It simply read “Flynn”. 

Darlene took the note from his hands, read it again, then dropped it to the floor. A few moments later, she herself sank to sit on the ground and stare out the window. 

Wayne’s heart went out to her. Whatever troubles he’d had, the woman he loved was now at a loss in life, sitting in a pile on the floor. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. 

Wayne sat next to her, putting his hand tentatively on her back. 

“I know you cared about him.” Wayne said, not sure what else to say. 

“I did. But apparently he doesn’t care about me.” She spoke slowly, evenly, as if something had been shifting inside her and just settled into place at long last.

“Darlene… Darlene I’m so sorry…”

“No, Wayne. I’m sorry.” She murmured, scrunching the paper to a clump in her hands before dropping it where it was. “I’m sorry I ever let that guy into my life.”

“He didn’t love you, Darlene. He only loved one thing.” Wayne whispered, almost embarrassed to speak so candidly with her after all these years. 

“I know.” Darlene hissed, dabbing her tears. “I’m sorry, Wayne.”

She turned to him after a few moments with light in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see what was sitting right in front of me all this time.”

Wayne felt his chest tighten. She was so unspeakably beautiful. Even now, even after a night of worry, a morning of tears, sitting bowlegged on the floor - Darlene was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. 

“Darlene, what-”

Darlene didn’t let him finish, she didn’t want to answer the question he was about to ask. She didn’t need to.

She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his. What felt like a lifetime’s worth of longing burst from her lips as she kissed Wayne, grasping at the hair on the back of his neck and clutching at his shoulders. Why had it taken her so long to see? To realise how she truly felt? 

Wayne felt his heart melt as he embraced the woman of his dreams, kissing her in the way he had always planned to in his heart. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, her curves pressing against him and squeezing his slender frame. 

Her breath cascaded down his chest as she shuddered with relief. 

They kissed again

Her lips tasted delicious. Incredible. Sweet. 

Sweet. 

Wayne opened his eyes and saw Darlene Two staring back at him, her purple lips leaking nectar down his throat, her massive body drowning him in her flesh. 

He stumbled backwards as he fell away from her, feeling nothing but pure primal fear. 

“Wayne?” Darlene asked, eyes glistening. 

He stared at her. She was holding a hand on her chest uncertainly as she looked down on him. It was her. Darlene. His Darlene. 

“I’m… I’m sorry, I…” 

“No, I’m sorry. I was too forward.” Darlene choked, swallowing as she offered him a hand up and helping him to his feet. 

“No! No. Really. I loved it, I just…” Wayne said, struggling to get all his thoughts out at once.

“I just… I really care about you Wayne.” She said, taking his hand in both of hers, before she looked at the clock. “I guess we should open the store huh?”

Darlene, the girl he always loved, had just kissed him. She loved him. She cared about him. Flynn was gone. 

Everything Darlene Two had promised was coming true. 

“Yeah. I guess we should.” Wayne grinned. 

“Can you fetch some nectar for me by the way?” She said from the back room. “There’s none in here. I uh… I think I used the last of it yesterday.”

Only then did it finally hit him. Only now did Wayne see what was happening. Her lips. There was a subtle but noticeable purple stain there. Her breasts were so full, her body so supple. Her thighs, her ass, every part of her was growing. 

The nectar wasn’t just changing her, it was changing her into the woman Wayne had dreamt of. 

It was changing her into…

“Darlene… can you mind the shop for a while?”

“Yeah, just make sure you bring up lots of nectar. We’ll need it for the customers.” She tried to pass it off, but Wayne could hear the desperation in her voice. She wanted more for herself. 

“Sure.”

He was going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. Darlene Two had been manipulating everything from the moment she arrived. Her nectar was changing everything. She was changing Darlene, changing Wayne. 

He was going to confront her. 

Yet as he turned back to the basement door, he froze. It was already open.

Chapter 9

Wayne’s hands trembled as he reached once more for the basement door. The brass knob was cool and unforgiving under his touch. His mind raced with thoughts of the monstrous plant girl, of what she had done, of what he suspected, of what he feared she may have done… and what she still might do. 

He didn’t want to go down there, but now he had to know. He had to be sure. 

The walls of the stairwell were unrecognisable. Thick, deep green foliage covered them. Vines had embedded themselves into every inch of rock and soil, and even the old stone staircase was carpeted in a thin layer of leaves and fronds. He locked the door behind him as he descended.

The air was thick and heavy with moisture and the scent of blooming flowers, which only grew stronger the further down he walked. He could feel his heart racing, his much-engorged cock straining in his pants. The pollen in the air was making his head spin. 

Finally, he reached the bottom step and took a deep breath - struggling to hold the sickly sweet air in his lungs - as his hand hovered over the basement door handle. The metal was cold and slick with condensation, the coolness a stark contrast to the hot, humid, living jungle that lay beyond. He closed his eyes, picturing Darlene's tear-stained face and the desperation in her voice, and then, with a sudden jolt of determination, he pushed the door open.

The sight that met him was a cornucopia. The basement had been utterly transformed, unrecognisable now, a verdant wonderland of foliage. The walls were living tapestries, the ceiling a latticework of thick, vein-ridden branches and vines that arched and stretched, subsuming the mass above. The ceiling above had been consumed, replaced with pulsing green life. In a very real way, Darlene Two was the only thing holding the store up anymore, not just figuratively. 

Below, the floor as well was a mass of living growth, stone and earth having long since been replaced by a plush carpet of soft but firm green tendrils, which gave way just a little under his tentative steps. 

However, Wayne’s gaze wasn’t drawn to Darlene Two’s massive, eight meter wide bulb, which dominated the wall. No, what surprised him was the presence of another shape. A much smaller, but oddly smooth pod which rested against the wall, encased in dozens of smaller vines like an insect’s hive. Veins stretched up from below it, painted across its deep green surface like dozens of fingers clasping a jewel in their grasp. 

“Oh my, my good little baby boy has returned at last…”

Darlene Two chuckled softly as one of the massive petals of her bulb unfurled, and she leaned her elbows atop it like a windowsill. Her chin rested in her hands as she smiled knowingly. 

Wayne tried to stand tall, or as tall as he could, but even so he was little more than a child in her presence. 

Regardless, he clenched his fists in determination. 

“What… what happened?”

“Why, whatever do you mean my sweet little boy?” She asked, faux innocence painting her features like a lady paints with rouge. 

“What did you do to Flynn?”

“Hmm? Who?” She asked, tickling her own chin in ersatz thought. “Oh, the big, strong, strapping young lad who came down here last night?” She added, unabashed lust on her face as she evidently reminisced. 

Wayne tried to remain unfazed, but it was obvious she was getting to him. 

“I told you what I was going to do, sweet boy. I talked to him.” 

She simply smiled as the pair stared at each other. Her, perched upon a slimy purple petal, glimmering eyes fixed upon the four foot something prey which had so willingly walked into her domain. Him, a brave but foolish warrior, stood amidst the very depths of evil. 

“Talked.” Wayne repeated flatly, his skepticism obvious. 

“I promised, didn’t I?” Darlene Two began to gently stroke one finger over her lips, trailing purple nectar across their absurdly thick, beestung mass. “Mommy swears, my sweet little thing, all she did was… convince him.”

Wayne stiffened, uncertain. He knew Flynn hadn’t written that note, although he admitted the guy may have signed it. Still, he’d known people to sign anything when they were afraid. 

“Well, where is he?”

Darlene sighed, the massive petal of her bulb unfurling fully as she pried her slickened forearms from it. Like a great, deep sigh, the saturated air from directly within her bulb wafted over him. A tidal wave of pheromones forced their way into his lungs, crashing into his senses and setting his body alight with an arousal so intense it was enough to send him to his knees. 

His cock, already thick and heavy from breathing in so much of her scent, strained against the already struggling fabric of his new clothes, eager to break free and be claimed by her once and for all. 

She was simply a vision of verdant beauty. Her skin was a deep, rich shade of emerald that shimmered with a faint luminescence. Every inch of her massive body was a symphony of curves. Her breasts were so vast they simply boggled the mind, each one was larger than Darlene’s entire body now. Those nipples of her jutted forth proudly, a dark shade of purple, darker even than her nectar, protruding like ripe delicious berries, begging to be suckled upon. All this surrounded by a field of succulent, velvety flesh that simply demanded to be touched, licked, kissed, and tasted. 

In fact, to Wayne she seemed… even larger than he remembered. Had she grown more? Was she still growing? That didn’t seem possible, not when he hadn’t been down here in at least a day. She only fed on one thing after all…

“What did you do to Flynn…?” He gasped, his voice almost a whisper.

“My sweet little thing…” she cooed, a single finger curling towards herself in the air as if tugging on an invisible leash, “come here, why don’t you come snuggle Mommy and tell her what’s worrying you.”

It was not a request, he realised, as much as her verbiage tried to suggest so.

Instinctively, he felt his feet trip over themselves, his body eager to obey her even as his mind sent contradictory orders. As a result, he nearly collapsed onto the greenery below, snatching his hands away from the floor as he felt the vines gently encircling his fingers and wrists. 

“N-no! You… you did something to me. You’re still doing something to me!” He muttered, suddenly finding it difficult to raise his voice to Mommy - no, Darlene Two. “You did something to Flynn… You… I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what, sweetie? It was your idea for me to talk to him, remember? Now, come to Mommy. Let Mommy help you understand.” She held her hands open invitingly, gently bouncing her breasts as she did so. “Come to Mommy.”

Wayne found himself slowly getting to his feet, taking one trembling step after another. With every deep breath he took the scent of her sex swirled through his mind. It got harder and harder to focus, harder to piece his thoughts together. 

Those massive breasts jiggling so invitingly weren’t making it any easier either. 

“Good little boy, such a good boy for Mommy…” her cooing voice pierced through his increasingly frustrated attempts to force his thoughts to the fore, a mix of motherly comfort and sexual promise that bypassed his logical mind and went straight to his cock. “Last time we spoke you wanted him to go away, and now you want him back. It sounds like my sweet little baby is confused. It sounds like someone needs his Mommy to explain things to him, hmmm?”

Her words danced around his thoughts, her eyes glinting with a knowing smile as she watched his resolve crumbling. One after another his feet brought him closer to her, him not seeming to notice he was growing closer and closer to her grasp, beckoned to her by her siren’s call and utterly voluptuous curves. 

As he grew nearer his body increasingly betrayed him, his cock outright snapping the buttons of his slacks as it demanded release; yearning for Mommy’s warm, slick, welcoming embrace. 

“No, that’s… this isn’t right. Who wrote that letter?”

Wayne winced, his mental fortitude being pushed to his limits as he tried to block out the sights, sounds, and scents her flowery abode was bombarding him with.

“Why, he did of course, silly boy!” Mommy tittered, clasping her arms together beneath her breasts and hefting them deliberately, drawing his eyes despite his best efforts to resist staring longingly into their pillowy, slippery embrace.

“No… no, it’s… not his writing.” Wayne murmured, his eyes following every single jiggle and bounce of those colossal mammaries, staring with increasing hunger as drops of purple nectar were sent cascading down the swell of her breasts to dot the petal beneath her. 

“Oh, well, I may have helped him pencil in some of the finer points.” She admitted, licking her lips. “But I promise you, he agreed with every word I wrote. He said so. It was a little hard to hear what he was saying at the time but… well, just trust me, he was very happy to sign by the time we were done.”

Wayne felt his blood run cold at the implications of her words. 

“Then… then what happened?”

“I told you my sweet little boy… All we did was talk. Just like you and I talked.”

“B-but…” Wayne groaned, forcing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead. “We did more than talk. A lot more.”

“Oh, I remember. Trust me sweet thing, Mommy remembers just how much my sweet little boy loved being caught up in her big, soft titties.” She squeezed them together, demonstrating just how effortlessly soft and massive they were, as Wayne realised he had once again allowed his eyes to open. “Mommy remembers her good little boy suckling from her, fucking her so eagerly…”

Wayne turned to one side, as if trying to cast the cascade of sexual imagery she was deliberately conjuring in his mind away. 

A single vine curled under his chin, like a delicate caress, and turned his head back to face her. 

“I promised my little boy I would make him happy. That’s all I have ever wanted, to make you happy my sweet little thing.” She spoke softly now, soothingly. “All I have ever done, or ever will do, is to make my good little boy happy.”

Wayne read her features, trying to see through the weary arousal clawing at his sanity, looking for any signs of deception. 

“I love you, my good boy.” She sounded almost hurt, crooning as she crossed her fingers together in unspoken prayer. “Aren’t you happier now?”

He thought of everything that had happened since Darlene Two had come crashing through his window. He thought back over the days since Darlene Two had literally crashed into his life. The store was busy, they were making money. Flynn was gone, and Darlene was… was… 

“Darlene…” he whispered, flitting images of her face temporarily disrupting the endless lascivious parade of Darlene Two’s erotic horror show. 

“I’m right here sweetie.” She whispered. 

“N-no, Darlene. The real Darlene.” He mumbled. “She’s…”

“Mmmm, yes. She’s happier now, too, isn’t she? That other boy is gone, and now my good little boy has her all to himself. She will be so much happier with you, won’t she, my sweet little prince?” Darlene Two asked, though her voice carried a hint of metal to it as she spoke. “And so pretty… she’s even prettier now, isn’t she?”

Wayne glared at her. He wanted to tell her she was wrong. Deep down, though, he found Darlene’s new body even more beautiful. It was so much bigger, thicker, softer. Voluptuous. 

It was more like Darlene Two. 

Once again, Wayne was finding it hard to picture Darlene in his head. Every time he tried, Darlene Two seemed to fade into view instead. 

“You… she was… she was eating your uh…” He mumbled, suddenly bashful at the thought. 

“Mmmm, my nectar, my… special honey.” Darlene Two giggled, her massive chest quaking as she did so. “You’ve been selling so much of it. You take so much from Mommy, and she never asks you for anything in return, does she?”

A pang of guilt shot through him. They were right. She had given him so much. She had changed his world, his life. 

No, that was wrong… she was manipulating things. Manipulating him. 

Wasn’t she? 

Wearily he furrowed his brow, trying to regain the focus he had had just a little while before when he came down here. Everything had seemed so clear then. He had been so worried about… something.  

“I can see my good little boy has had a very long day. Maybe he needs to spend some time with his Mommy, hmmm?” Darlene Two suggested innocently enough, but as she slowly began to part her tree-trunk thick, monumental thighs the mood was anything but innocent. A delicious aroma flooded his senses, the thick, heady scent of her sex forcing its way into his mind. 

“Then you can take more of Mommy’s honey back with you. I’m sure there are so many people who want it.”

Darlene Two’s eyes lit up as she focused on his massive, straining erection. Wayne’s knees buckled as his cock throbbed mightily, the sheer sensitivity of it making it difficult to stay upright. Even as his cock throbbed, the little bobs in the air it made were enough to send jolts of pleasure though him. 

He was just one step away from being on top of her lush purple petals again. Then she’d draw him in… then…

“That’s it… just a little bit closer. Let Mommy show you just how much she loves you, my precious little one.” Darlene Two purred, luring him ever closer with every word. The vines around his feet began to stir, moving slowly up behind him and gently but insistently pushing him forwards. 

She stared down at the frail young guy before her, eyes alight with a mix of love and unspeakable hunger. 

“Mommy knows how you feel. You’ve been so lonely for so long. That’s why Mommy wanted to help you. That’s why Mommy made that other boy go away - because all Mommy wants is for her little boy to be as happy as possible. I love you, my sweet thing.”

Wayne felt torn between the urgent primal instinctto flee, to run and hide from this monstrous creature, and the heartachingly warm desire her words inspired. He truly did believe her. Darlene Two had done so much for him in such a short amount of time... 

Tentatively, he took one last step onto her unfurled petal. 

Her massive, utterly fertile form seemed to practically pulse with life. That scent she emitted was intoxicating, filling his mind with visions of pleasure beyond pleasure. Her soft body looked so inviting, and the sticky embrace she offered came with the promise of a sweet release from all the confusing thoughts which troubled him so. 

“Come to Mommy…” she whispered gleefully. 

Darlene Two’s thighs parted wider, revealing the soft, plush purple flesh of her sex. It glistened with the promise of more nectar, even as her breasts began to spill forth an endless stream of lilac honey. Around her feet, the gelatinous pool of her violet secretions shimmered promisingly. 

Like a moth to the flame, he swallowed in acceptance, slowly walking straight into her captivating arms. Thinking was so hard. Obeying Mommy was so much simpler. 

Darlene Two leaned forward, her massive breasts bobbing hypnotically as she embraced him - like a plant trapping its prey. Her thick, meaty arms were massive, easily able to fully encompass Wayne’s body and tightly wrap around him. 

“Awww, did my good wittle boy miss his Mommy?” Darlene Two inquired with a smug, self-satisfied grin. “Yes he did. He came right back to his Mommy…”

Wayne felt his breath catch, a sickly choler rising in his throat as he felt himself literally and metaphorically sinking into her embrace. Slick, warm, green flesh subsumed his own like a thick liquid spreading. His head and shoulders easily sank into the three feet deep valley of cleavage between her immense breasts. 

Her arms tightened, slimy fingers digging into his back delightedly as she tugged him closer, ensuring to trap him against her body as thoroughly as possible. Wayne could feel the heat of her body, the pulsing warmth of her skin, and the utterly smothering mass of her breasts. 

“Mommy’s been waiting all day for her baby boy to come back…” She said softly, pressing her nose to his as she giggled under her breath almost manically. “Mmmmm, Mommy missed her good little boy so much…”

Wayne knew this was wrong. He knew he had come down here for… something. It wasn’t this. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. It was wrong, it was-

“Oh my, and my good little boy has grown so much!” Her expert touch soon slid down to embrace his now massively grown cock, her slippery digits instantly encircling the head of his cock with the same tenderness one would lift a kitten from its bed. 

Whatever misgivings Wayne had, they were instantly thrown from his mind as his facial features short-circuited. The feeling of her hand on his cock was almost indescribable, and he could feel his thoughts being systematically erased one by one as her fingers began to gently tickle directly underneath his glans. 

“Ghhh… vhhhwalllhhh…” Wayne mumbled wordlessly as his eyes suddenly lost focus. 

He collapsed against her, just her simple touch enough to render him utterly helpless within her grasp. 

She held him tightly to her chest, allowing her massive breasts to press in either side of him and keep him firmly lodged in place. Then she allowed her colossal thighs to part, the air once more being flooded with a cocktail of her mind-bending pheromones. 

Slowly she slid him down, his massive cock throbbing against her plump stomach as it went, until his legs had sunk fully into the gap between her thighs - slickened heavily by the cloying, slimy secretions of her fatty mons. 

Wayne remembered the last time she had done this, how she had pinned him between her huge thighs. Yet this time, no matter how deep he sunk into them, his feet never found the other side. Her colossal thighs were simply too thick, too large. His entire lower body was easily clasped between them. The sticky purple residue of her arousal clung to his legs as if it were alive, her fleshy thighs claiming him as their entrapped victim. 

Predictably his cock had throbbed to painful hardness, his enormous balls resting atop the soft, pillowy plateau of her lap as his cock bobbed and twitched against her equally fatty tummy. With every tiny movement he made it grazed against her skin, leaving a trail of desperation in its wake which swiftly began to lubricate her abdomen - only increasing his sexual friction. Her thighs enclosed around his lower half like steel wrapped in silk, a softness so profound it was almost liquid, yet he could feel the steadfast power within them. 

Above him her enormous breasts hung pendulously as she leaned back, allowing him some small reprieve from their immense bulk, yet they still dominated the cavernous space within her flower pod. She looked down on him triumphantly.. 

“Mommy’s little boy has been waiting for this, hasn’t he…” she cooed. 

From behind him, a pair of lavish purple vines gently wrapped around his wrists, reclining his body until his back was flush against the wall of her flower bulb. He sank into the slimy purple flesh, feeling her nectar leaking from the walls themselves as it stuck to his shoulders. The vines kept his arms comfortably but firmly behind his back, and as such, his cock protruded proudly, jutting out for Darlene Two’s easy access. 

First she placed her palm against the tip of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, and began to slowly stroke them up and down like a claw around his manhood. Every time her fingers closed together at the tip he felt a jolt shoot through him, and his entire body bucked helplessly within the fleshy prison of her thighs - and as such barely moved. 

“Don’t you worry, Mommy will make her good little boy feel all better. No more worries, no more thoughts. Mommy will make her sweet little prince so much happier.” She licked her massively thick lips in anticipation, stroking his cock in earnest now, ensuring to squeeze her fingers just a little as they glided over the ridge of his cockhead and making the poor boy squirm desperately with every pass. 

“Now time to milk my good little boy!” She tittered. “My good little boy has been waiting so long. He really wants his Mommy to milk him. Such a good boy.”

Wayne’s breathing quickened, his already abnormal arousal spiking further. Something about that silly baby talk she used echoed through his mind with a power that seemed to crush his thoughts, the way her body so very easily crushed his. It was like she was speaking a language that bypassed his brain and spoke directly to his cock. In response it grew even thicker, even harder as she massaged it with her slippery palm. 

“My sweet little boy, my little angel, so hard… so needy for his mommy. He can’t get pleasure like this anywhere else. He only wants Mommy. Only Mommy can milk his cock the way my baby boy needs.”

She gripped his cock a little firmer now, chuckling deeply as she watched his face twitch and twist as she swiped her thumb across his leaking slit and ran it in circles over his head.

“Such a sweet, sweet boy. Such a good boy for his Mommy.”

He felt her other hand gently cup his colossal balls, hefting them and feeling their weight. 

“He has so much cum saved up for his Mommy! Oh, my good little boy needs his Mommy to milk his cock, doesn’t he?” She asked with a sickly sweet pout, as if asking a child about an injury. “Mommy will make it all better… Just give in to Mommy…”

Her hand dipped down between her thighs, her thick lips forming a depraved ‘o’ as she began to frantically masturbate herself, even as she only teased and tormented his cock in turn. She tickled her fingertips across his head, scattering what few shreds of awareness he’d been able to recollect to the wind. 

The sound of her fingers desperately diving into her plump, fatty purple folds filled the air with a symphony of wet slurps as she fingered herself into a frenzy. Her slit gushed a torrent of slick, viscous juices, the nectar coating his thighs. His cock responded, throbbing demandingly in her tantalising, teasing touch - growing even more painfully erect as it begged for the same treatment she was giving herself.

“Mmmm fuck! Such a good boy for Mommy…” She moaned pornographically, her voice a mix of motherly warmth and utterly wanton desire. “Does my good boy remember how good his Mommy’s pussy feels?”

Wayne nodded, drooling down his chest as his head hung low, able to recall just how divine her slippery violet folds had felt as he rutted himself mindlessly into her depths. The sight of her before him, so vast, so powerful, her body writhing in such a primal, sexual way was just too much for his poor little brain to handle. 

Sighing, she withdrew her fingers with a sickening slurp, having allowed a copious, thick puddle of her arousal to pool in the cleft of her thighs and pubis. His balls were practically basting in the thick, addictive slime, and she began to lovingly massage it into them - tracing every delicate line and wrinkle in his velvety sack. 

“Mmmm, Mommy’s good baby loves her juices… they’re going to make him grow up big and strong!” She giggled at some joke he was too far gone to get. “Well, at least in the only way that matters…” she added, her other hand squeezing his molten cock with emphasis. 

Wayne was beyond words. By now his vision was swimming with lust. The very epitome of sexual desire was writhing her goddess-like body in front of him as she toyed with his cock. He couldn’t think of anything beyond the need for relief, to unleash the churning load in his swollen balls. 

“I think my good boy needs to cum, hmmm?” She asked rhetorically, squeezing his balls ever so gently. 

Switching to a more coddling babytalk lilt, her hand became a blur, milking his cock in earnest. 

“Mommy’s going to milk her sweet little boy. He can’t get away. He’s trapped. Mommy’s big squishy body has him stuck and he can’t get away. Such a sweet little boy for mommy!”

Her hand moved faster and faster, hunger evident in her eyes as she frigged his cock relentlessly. 

“Cum for Mommy. Give Mommy all that cum. Squirt it all out for Mommy.” Her voice was disgustingly sweet, but that merely spoke all the more to his libido, driving him wild with lust. His hips were shaking with unabashed, wanton desperation, pumping his cock into her hand and bucking forth to meet her fingers with every stroke. “I’m going to milk you dry, my sweet thing. You’re going to give me all that cum. You can’t stop me. You can’t get away. You’re mine.”

Her movements were preternaturally efficient. They exacted the maximum amount of pleasure, moving with a precision that seemed impossible. Her strokes grew more and more vigorous, her other hand having returned to her own folds, adding the soundtrack of her own frenzied masturbation to the wet slaps of the milking of his cock. 

Wayne’s brain was fried, baking in the intense sexual heat. He was merely a conduit for her to impart pleasure through, and extract cum from. 

“My good boy is going to cum…” She gleefully promised, delighting in his utter surrender. 

Some part of him was trying to hold back, biting his lip and throwing his head from side to side, desperate not to give in to her salacious whims. 

“There’s no use fighting it. Mommy’s good boy can’t resist how good his Mommy makes him feel. It’s pointless to resist, my dear…”

Her purple eyes glowed ferociously at his meager, feeble resistance. 

“It’s inevitable. I will make you cum. You will feed me. No one can resist me.”

Darlene Two’s voice took on a slightly deeper tone, gravely pronouncing her power. 

“Feel how good I make you feel, let that pleasure burn into your mind. You can’t resist Mommy. No one can. You love me. You want me to make you happy. You want to cum for me.”

Her words danced around him, the nauseating babytalk so embarrassing, so degrading… yet it only served to further fuel his arousal. He was nothing but a toy, a plaything compared to a creature so large. A beloved pet. Something she could dote upon for her amusement. 

Wayne’s cock throbbed dramatically, and he felt his body tensing in anticipation of his imminent orgasm. 

“Yes, good boy, don’t fight it… just give in to Mommy. Let Mommy milk out all your cum…” 

Her soothing, reassuring words felt like a soft weighted blanket, smothering any pathetic semblance of defiance he could try to mount. He was utterly under her spell, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the sweet release her milking fingers promised. 

“That’s it, let it all out for Mommy. Don’t hold back. Don’t resist. Just give in.” She cooed, her body shivering with arousal as she watched the poor boy be utterly drowned in her sexuality. “Give me it. Give it to Mommy. Give me it all.”

His body tightened, his muscles coiling like a spring, as his eyes snapped shut trying to hold back the tide. 

“CUM FOR MOMMY!” She demanded, squeezing his cock tightly and milking it mercilessly. 

Wayne felt his entire body bucking with every surge of cum he squirted against her belly, it swiftly jetting up to coat her breasts, her chest. His orgasm stretched on and on, and he was dimly aware that an absolutely unnatural amount of cum was flooding out of him. Even given her colossal size he was painting her whole upper body creamy white as she steadily and unrelentingly milked rope after rope of thick cum from his balls. 

His throat ached with the strangled cry he had been holding, releasing it at last, a choked whimper rasping as his frail body shivered under her merciless stroking. 

At last she seemed satisfied, releasing his cock as his entire body heaved with the effort, struggling to catch his breath. 

Darlene Two, however, was ensuring not one drop went to waste. Small purple tendrils swept across her body, leaking nectar as they went, but absorbing every ounce of his cum. Tenderly she lifted a fingerful to her lips and licked it clean, delighting as if it were the sweetest substance in existence. She groaned around her finger, an orgasmic warble as her thick lips massaged her finger in a way that made his tired cock twitch.

“Such a good boy for Mommy…” she cooed, reaching down at last to pull him close to her in a hug. 

Her massive breasts enveloped him entirely, and he felt her sticky, sweet nectar all over his body. It was a heady, intoxicating scent that made him feel both more sensitive, but also safe… and warm. She held him tightly, kissing the top of his head with loving affection. 

“Mommy’s so proud of her good little boy. You did so well… so, so good…”

Wayne’s eyes drooped as the tension in his body melted away under her touch. Her fingers massaged his back, her tight embrace pressing his face into her colossal breasts, their sloshing mass so soothing under his hot cheeks. So loving, so soothing, her embrace was almost suffocating. He didn’t want it to ever end. Her words were a balm to his soul. After so long worrying, so long fretting, she made him feel so much better about… well, he didn’t even remember why he’d been so upset.

Chapter 10

“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. 

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Chapter 11

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. 

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Chapter 12

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. 

**************

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. 

She closed one of her hands over the other, intertwining them in his hair as she guided him like a teacher. As her arousal grew in bounds, 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, she watched it elongate 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 cum was trickling from the corner of his mouth, down his cheek and onto his neck in a sticky purple line. 

Something about this new feeling was driving her wild. She had simply never felt so sexually alive. 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, more demanding as she began to grind her plush 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. 

“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. 

Her 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. 

Her walls stretched around him, wrapping him in a velvet vice. Her eyes fluttered shut as, with a stilted breath, she let her newfound bodyweight carry her down. For a few moments she struggled for breath, 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’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? What am I saying, I know 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 who, sweetie?” 

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.

*********************

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. Their lips remained firmly closed, giving forth none of the nectar. 

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, slipping down to the 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 remained frustratingly just out of reach. Her thoughts grew more erratic in time with her growing need. 

She could just go upstairs, take what she needed from Wayne. 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. 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 couldn’t cum without it. 

Manic, she frantically searched, tipping over 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. 

************

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. 

All around her, small vines and leaves were sprouting from the earthen walls. The wood beams 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. Her skin felt hot, prickling like a thousand tiny suns under the surface, but the fire raging within her was an inferno. 

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 at the bottom was looming 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. 

Before she could, however, the door 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. 

Stepping inside she couldn’t believe what she was seeing at first. 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 many. 

She gawked in awe as she took it in. In front of her against the back wall was a giant green plant pod, surrounded by many smaller ones. 

“How long… has the basement been like this?” She asked, 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. 

She nodded, unable to look away from those massive digits. The way they slithered in and out of her with a hypnotic rhythm. 

“Then come take it. 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 made Darlene’s knees wobble and stomach twist almost as much as her own frenetic fingering. She barely 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, and the girl bent closer, desperately trying to wrap her lips around it. 

As her foot 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. Each step was a challenge. Darlene Two was grinning, beckoning her closer, but try as she might she couldn’t wrench her feet free of the morass that held them. Hell it was a struggle not to simply collapse into a boneless heap 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 entrapped in that viscous slime, her hands suddenly pinned to her sides as she tried to catch her own fall. 

Slowly, ominously, the petal began to lift until Darlene was face to face with Darlene Two. The rest of the petals closed in around them until they were sealed, and Darlene was trapped within the closed 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 in closer to Darlene Two, its sticky embrace bringing her closer and closer to Darlene Two’s body which 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. Her 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 be 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. Every movement 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.”

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 orgasm it promised. 

Yet cruelly, Darlene Two pulled 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. “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 pussy 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. It took all of her willpower, every ounce of strength she had, but she turned her head away, wincing with the effort it took. 

“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 breath coming quick and fast. 

“I guess I’ll just have it all to myself. Feel free to watch.” 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 she 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. She looked down, waiting for the fingers to continue, but they merely retreated as Darlene Two went back to fingering herself. 

The 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 she tried to block out the feeling as the heavy, thick honey slowly dripped down like the most delicate caress.

“Noooohohohoho!” She whined, thrashing her hips around, trying to somehow shake the substance free. 

“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 in frustration, 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 a heat began to build there. 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 panicked. 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. 

*********************

Wayne entered the store the next morning groggy and disheveled, the aftermath of another sleepless night. The scent of nectar was overpowering even a floor above, filling the air with a seductive potency that seemed almost palpable. He’d spent the better part of the night trying to jerk off - to no avail - or fantasizing about the girl of his dreams. Indeed, his fantasies and his dreams had begun to overlap, the image in his head of Darlene filling out more and more as days went by. Heck, his dreams and reality had begun to overlap as well by that measure. 

Walking past a shelf full of grinning purple lips he wiped his weary eyes. 

“Good morning Wayne!” Darlene announced. 

Wayne nearly tripped, catching himself at the last moment. 

“Darlene! You… you’re here early.” Wayne stammered.

Darlene smiled pleasantly, standing behind the counter with a hint of something more than just early morning cheer in her eye. She looked absolutely radiant, her cheeks flushed. Yet her every muscle was coiled, she had a predatory aura to her like a beast waiting to pounce. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” Darlene said, which wasn’t exactly a lie. 

“Well… I know how you feel…” Wayne murmured, lost momentarily in thought, though he couldn’t have imagined how similar the reasons were. 

“That’s great then. Because I feel amazing.” Darlene purred, stretching her arms above her as her massive breasts crept out from beneath her skimpy top, barely leaving her nipples covered. 

Wayne’s eyes were glued to her chest, his cock - so tired from a long night of repeated stroking and denial - swelled at the sight. Seeing her act this way, so unlike she had been for most of his life, was doing things to him he couldn’t put to words. The way she talked, the way she moved, every little thing she did just drove him wild. Every jiggle of her soft and supple body was simply hypnotic. 

“You know, I had the most amazing night Wayne…” 

Darlene leaned over the counter as she spoke, her ample cleavage spilling out and giving him an eyeful of her enlarged breasts. The way her voice dripped with sensuality made his knees weak. 

“R-really?” Wayne croaked, trying desperately to keep his eyes on her face. 

That turned out to be a mistake, however, as Darlene was lazily dragging a finger across her thick, plush, purple lips in a way that sent a powerful throb through his cock and nearly brought him to his knees. 

“Yeah… I don’t quite remember all of it. I remember being really scared, and then I was face to face with these big, beautiful…” 

For a moment, her finger stopped its maddening movements as she winced in concentration. Wayne could only stare as Darlene’s colossal tits, the size of watermelons, pooled out across the counter top. 

“... purple eyes.”

Wayne’s view drifted from her immense bust to her distant, hazy look. Darlene was staring into space, reliving her dream. 

“So big, so pretty… and they told me everything was going to be okay. That I would be happy. That you would be happy…”

Wayne felt his blood run cold. He had heard those words before. 

“Everyone will be happy.” Darlene said at last, grinning. 

Wayne was lost, stumbling a little as he backed into one of the shelves. The air was so thick and moist it was difficult to get a full breath. He’d never seen Darlene look so… so…

“I wanted to tell you that it’s okay, Wayne. I didn’t want you to panic.”

Then Darlene stood up. He had thought she was already standing. She had grown, upwards and outwards, by at least six inches overnight. The girl had to have gained at least fifty pounds; her ass, her tits, her stomach, her thighs, all had grown to immense proportions. Darlene looked like a fertility goddess, the kind of girl they used to chisel out of marble. 

Had Wayne not seen the woman residing in the basement, he’d say Darlene was the largest girl he’d ever seen. 

“You don’t have to worry anymore. I know everything. She… she explained everything to me.”

The girl shivered all over, sending a cascade of ripples through her soft, inviting flesh. 

Wayne stared in horror. All his worst fears had come true.

“I was so… thirsty. I remember being so warm. I was enveloped in something warm, and wet… and someone was talking to me. They told me to relax.”

She sauntered slowly towards Wayne, who watched with his jaw open as every part of her, every curve, bounced gently with each step she took. 

“I was trying to get out, but they told me I didn’t want to get out. They told me I should just be calm and enjoy things.”

Her voice was distant as her cheeks grew red. 

“I felt so… so good. I think I was naked. Oh and there was so much of that nectar… I drank so much… I was swimming in it.”

For a moment she looked down at her transformed body, so much larger than it had been before, with an airy complacence. Her full, luscious lips parted slightly, her teeth gently grazing the lower one as she recalled. 

“They were… whispering to me. Sweet things. Telling me everything was going to be alright, promising happiness for me and you and everybody. Those eyes were so big, so comforting. The longer I stared, the more I felt my fears melting away. Until I was just floating, floating in pure ecstasy.”

Her hand drifted to her chest idly, gently circling her nipple through her tiny shirt with little breaths of excitement. The nectar hadn’t just changed her body, it had done its work on her mind as well. Every step brought her closer to Wayne. She was a solid two feet taller than him now. He was practically a child next to her. Backing away, he felt behind himself, bumping into one shelf after another as he retreated from the amorous advancing woman. 

“Everything was so warm, so wet, my body felt so alive. It felt like a million stars exploded all at once when I…”

Darlene’s voice trailed off. She came to a stop just in front of Wayne, her body pulsing with sexual energy as he was backed up against the door that led up to his apartment. 

“I don’t remember much after that but… I feel so different. I felt like something was missing, and now I’ve found it. Do you know what I mean?”

Wayne nodded, but didn’t dare admit how much. The way her body was reacting to her own words was making it difficult for him to focus. His cock was straining against his pants. 

Suddenly she snapped back to reality. 

“Wayne, it was incredible!” 

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed her thick lips to his. He could taste Darlene Two’s thick nectar there still. Breaking off the kiss, a thick trail of purple honey connected their lips afterwards. 

“I had to tell you. You don’t need to worry anymore. I understand. I understand everything now.”

Wayne wanted to grab her hand and drag her out of there. He wanted to leave that place and never turn back. Maybe if they ran far enough, fast enough, they’d never hear anything more about it. 

He wanted to warn someone, everyone. To tell them how dangerous this could be. This was his chance. Maybe she would listen to him, and maybe they could get someone else to listen. Eventually they could get someone to come and help, or at least help them get away. 

The angelic look on Darlene’s face, though, made him pause. He’d never seen the girl so happy in his life. She was practically alight with joy. Did he have the right to ruin that? To take that away from her? 

He warred with himself as she gently caressed his face. 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” She whispered. “She just wants us to be happy. Mommy loves us. She wants us to be good boys and girls for her.”

With that, she shattered his pipe dream of escape. She pressed him into her body, wrapping her arms around him and smothering his face into her now absurdly ample chest. 

“It’s all going to be okay now, Wayne. We have everything we’ll ever need. Mommy will give us all we could ever want.”

Wayne struggled futilely, his arms barely able to fit past the girl’s plump body now as she squeezed him further, pressing him against the wall and burying him beneath her flesh. 

When at last she relented, Wayne's face was red with the heat and moisture of being trapped beneath her in the humid store for so long. He felt a dumb grin spreading over his face. 

Darlene was happy. He was happy. There was nothing wrong with that. 

********************

Darlene and Wayne went about the business of running a business with renewed enthusiasm for the next few days. The store thrived as it never had before. The purple nectar had gone from smash hit to full blown sensation. It was the secret ingredient to fix seemingly every problem - or at least, those who bought it soon forgot what their problems were. 

Customers and their money flooded in while nectar and potted plants flew off the shelves as fast as they could stock them. The air was thick with the sweet, intoxicating scent of the plant girl’s influence.

Wayne couldn’t help feeling a mix of dread and excitement each time he ventured down into the basement. Every time he did she somehow seemed larger than before. He knew he should have been concerned about the potential danger. Yet he swiftly forgot about them when being forcibly milked senseless by Darlene Two’s hands, lips, tits, thighs, and deep inside her pussy. 

Multiple green pods which surrounded Darlene Two now loomed ominously from the mass of vines around her. Thick vines connected her to them, and there seemed to be more every time he visited. Yet he never questioned it. He didn’t question anything. He was too happy to care.

One morning Wayne and Darlene found, much to their surprise, that thick green vines had begun to sprout through the old floorboards into the store itself from the basement below. They snaked through the floorboards and wrapped around the pipes and beams in a possessive, suffocating, yet almost loving embrace. 

For their part the public barely seemed to notice nor care. Each morning there were more vines but the money kept rolling in. After a while, Wayne was beginning to wonder just what exactly was holding the floor up when so little of it was now connected to the walls. From outside the Garden of Eden Wayne could see thick roots growing under the sidewalk, and the back alley beside the store had become a morass of thick greenery. 

The only person who arrived to complain - a city ordinance enforcer - was more than happy to overlook it after a short time breathing in the heady, concentrated scents of Darlene Two’s many flowers.

It wasn’t just the store, though. The neighborhood had changed. 

Every building on the block saw vines creeping from windows, out of cellars, and soaking up the sunshine. The once rundown block now had ivied walls brightening every corner. Indeed, the people were seeming brighter too. Where once people had trodded unhappily to work, now they smiled to each other, greeted one another in the street. 

The reason was obvious. Every one of them was utterly satisfied, their lives getting better in every measurable way. Oddly, many had stopped going to work. In fact the people who lived near the Garden of Eden were spending a lot more time at home, or meeting with others. Plant clubs and gardening clubs had suddenly hit a frenzy of popularity. That was a bit of a challenge, though, given they lived in the middle of a city. 

That was no matter to them, it turned out. People were lifting up sidewalks to expose the earth below, planting greenery in every available space. Almost overnight there were dozens, hundreds of thick bushes and flowers galore lining every street corner. 

At first the people stuck in traffic had complained when it became difficult to drive down the road, but over the course of a few days those complaints had died out. The police were happily redirecting people away, detouring them around the small forest blooming amidst the concrete jungle. Every one had a smile on their faces. Every one had a plant at home that was making their lives so much better. 

Flynn’s disappearance was seemingly forgotten. However, new missing persons cases did begin to arise. Yet it was usually Officer Castella who returned to interview Wayne and Darlene. She was quickly becoming one of their biggest customers - quite literally. Wayne could swear the officer had grown by a foot in height and width from their first meeting. She barely seemed to fit into her uniform which Castella had seemingly already heavily altered. Utterly scandalous black shorts and a half-buttoned police shirt, whose buttons seemed to be screaming for mercy as her chest ballooned out, were about all she wore now. 

The disappearances became more common, though. People weren’t just not turning up to work, they weren’t turning up at all. Those who went to their apartments to investigate found them overgrown, with no one inside. Occasionally, the people who went looking soon went missing too. 

Every time there was an investigation, a phone call from an alarmed government representative or police officer, Wayne was sure it was the end. He always thought this time, this time someone would swoop in and discover the truth.

But they never did. More often than not that same person would call him back a few days later, the glib satisfaction evident in their happy tones. Wayne would smile, thank them, and hang up. Soon he realised no one would be coming to stop this. Darlene Two would just keep growing and growing… exactly as she had promised. 

Every night there would be a street party. People brought food and drink, all heavily laced with nectar, and ate and drank their fill. There was dancing. There was kissing. There were people letting the kissing lead to more, and swiftly excusing themselves. Whenever someone’s cup was empty, a grinning plant pod would pour a healthy gob of purple nectar into it. 

People were changing, too. The clothing became more and more scandalous as their bodies became more and more beautiful. Women who had once been aging shop clerks now showed off bodies that looked half their age. Indeed, they weren’t just showing them off - they were forcing them onto others. Any guy outside after dark would swiftly find himself at the mercy of at least one of the bombshells who now populated the streets. The parties became less about community and more about guys being partnered up with multiple beautiful women, often leading to them being led - or carried - home with them. 

Needless to say, no one involved was complaining too loudly about the new state of affairs. Any who did soon found themselves surrounded by beautiful women who had ways of convincing naysayers of the benefits of Wayne and Darlene’s plants. 

Yet for all the impact they had had on the world outside, Wayne and Darlene had little involvement in it. Each night, Wayne or Darlene - sometimes both - would go down to the basement to ‘feed’ Darlene Two. Every night was more intense than the last. Yet even if they hadn’t slept at all, after eight to ten straight hours of non stop sexual mayhem, they would somehow find themselves energised and more than able to run the store the next day. 

Wayne had tried several times more to explain his worries about what they were doing to Darlene, but each time she would admonish him like a worried child. She’d lean into him, press her plump body against his, and soon his worries and thoughts would grow hazy. She had become almost as much a force of nature as Darlene Two. With just a smile she made him swoon. 

Darlene by contrast was whispering to him in hushed tones about the future of their little shop; usually while he was balls deep inside her, and she had him pinned beneath her immense body. She had dreams of opening more locations, spreading their unique brand of horticultural bliss. She spoke of a world where everyone could know the joy of having a Darlene Two of their own, feeling her warm embrace, her nectar-filled breasts and the gentle caress of her vines. 

The nectar was intoxicating, and the thought of being the man beside her as she grew more and more powerful was too tempting to resist. So each day continued, blurring into the next. The plants grew, were sold, and customers multiplied. The purple-lipped bulbs sold faster than the pair could grow them. 

One evening, Darlene and Wayne lay atop one of Darlene Two’s petals, basking in the afterglow of the latest bout of nectar harvesting and riotous sex. The massive plant woman was affectionately stroking their cheeks, her purple eyes blazing with a love so intense Wayne could practically feel the heat of it burning against his face as she looked down on them. 

Their bodies had been changed. No doubt permanently. Wayne was fairly sure now he was barely over four feet tall, not that he’d had a chance to check. His cock was so large now it rested below his knee. Darlene was larger than ever, in every way. She had filled out to obscene proportions. Just looking at her was enough to make his head spin as his massive cock throbbed to attention. 

Wayne rolled over, a little closer to Darlene’s naked form and placed a hand on her arm, gently pressing his cheek to her skin. 

“Darlene…” He whispered, unsure if the girl was awake. 

Her eyes fluttered open. Her naked body spilled across the soft leaf that they rested upon so effortlessly. She was so incredibly beautiful. 

“Mhmm?” She mumbled dreamily. 

“I love you.” He blurted out without warning. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to say. 

She blushed and leaned in closer to kiss him again, her hand delicately closing across his neck. 

“I love you too.” She replied, kissing him again. “I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You make me so happy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Wayne felt his heart skip a beat. Darlene rested her forehead against his, sharing breaths, their noses pressed together. 

“I want to live right here in the Garden of Eden forever. Just you, me... and Mommy.”

Wayne felt Darlene Two’s vines squirm beneath the leaf they lay upon, and the massive plant woman stroked her hair affectionately. 

“Mommy loves you too, dear.”

Wayne, however, felt a twinge of discomfort at the mention of being forever in the embrace of Darlene Two. He loved Darlene, more than he could ever express, but the thought of being entwined in the vines of the massive plant woman for the rest of his life filled him with a quiet dread that even the sweet mind-altering nectar couldn’t quell. Even as those thoughts occurred, he felt Darlene Two’s vines gently stroking along his skin, delicately tracing the contours of his body like a Mother caring for a baby… or maybe more like a possessive captor and their prisoner. 

Darlene’s love-glazed eyes searched his, and he knew she had sensed his hesitation. He didn’t want to disappoint her, not when she was so happy, but the truth was he couldn’t accept living forever in this basement under the ever-watchful eyes of their loving plant-mommy. He yearned for a future with Darlene, a future of their own making, where they could build their own lives not trapped beneath the very literal shadow of the overbearing floral matriarch who had so thoroughly consumed their lives. 

Mustering his courage, Wayne gently took her hand and squeezed it in his. 

“Darlene,” he began, tone soft but firm, “I love you, and I love this. I’ve never been so happy but… but I don’t think I can live like this forever. I want to have my own life… with you.” 

Darlene smiled uncertainly, staring into his eyes with boundless love, riding the high of intoxicated glee.

“Darlene, will you marry me?” He asked, pressing her hand to his lips. 

Her eyes widened for a moment, a spark of something akin to fear flitting across her features before it was buried beneath a serene smile. 

“Oh, Wayne…” She whispered, caressing his cheek. “Mommy just wants us to be happy. You know that. She’s given us everything we could ever want. What more could we ever need that Mommy couldn’t give us?”

Her voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, but Wayne held firm. 

“But… Darlene, I love you. There has to be more to life than this. Is this happiness? Is this the life we want?” 

Darlene’s smile never wavered, but in her eyes he saw a hint of desperation. 

“This is better than any life I could have hoped for. It’s the life she promised us.” Darlene’s fingers fidgeted nervously as she spoke. “A life of joy. Happiness. Bliss.”

Wayne could see her concern in her mind. Was she questioning her own words? Or was the thought of being apart from Darlene Two now such a horrifying prospect it was enough to frighten her? 

“I want us to be married, Darlene.”

Darlene Two loomed over the pair, her massive form easily encompassing their views. 

“Aren’t you happy, Wayne? Haven’t I made you both so happy?” Darlene Two asked, her hands roaming up the sides of their bodies with obvious salacious intent. 

Darlene shivered as her body responded in a way that was by now practically Pavlovian. There was no sound but the beating of their hearts. Down here in the basement, fully enclosed in Darlene’s domain, nothing from the real world could enter. No light, no sound. 

Wayne grasped her cheeks and forced her to look into his eyes. She looked back at him, really looked at him for the first time in weeks. For a brief moment, Wayne saw a glimmer of doubt in her. 

“Darlene, we can’t live here forever. We need to have our own lives someday. I know how you feel - I feel it too. This isn’t living, though. We can’t let this feeling control us forever. We have to take control of our own lives.”

Darlene Two, however, scooped the pair up effortlessly and pressed them to her bosom. Their bodies barely wrapped around a single one of her breasts, their heads only just poking up above the ocean of breast-flesh beneath. 

“Nonsense.” She admonished with that same coddling tone she always used. “You don’t know what’s best for you. You don’t need to worry about the rest of the world. It’s cold and cruel… and it will only bring you pain.”

Wayne squirmed in her grip, a wall of mammary flesh pinning him to the equally fleshy petal as it closed in behind him, trapping both of them in Darlene Two’s pod once more. 

“You will always be safe here. With me. You will always be loved. I will never, ever stop loving you.” 

Wayne could practically feel her words massaging his mind, a soporific chant that battered against their wills with merciless force. 

“You will always be happy with Mommy. You don’t need anything else. You don’t need to get married, or live on your own… Why would you want independence like that? Those are silly human notions. You’re not like them anymore. You’re a part of me now. Flowers in my garden. My two sweet little lovers who I’ve nurtured and made so happy.”

Darlene Two began to slowly shift the pair down, sliding their bodies further down until their heads were beginning to sink beneath the surface of her breasts which so fully dominated the interior of her pod. 

“Can’t you feel how much I love you?”

She cooed gently in the warm, humid embrace of her pod. Slowly she shifted their bodies further down, her titanic breasts now larger than either of them. With alarming dexterity for her size, though, she positioned their heads so that her nipples - now almost as large as Wayne and Darlene’s fists, were pressing ominously against their cheeks. The glutinous nectar pouring forth from each was coating their bodies as her nipples travelled up, the scent growing more and more potent as it was painted against their skin. 

“Mommy’s love is all you need. It’s all you’ll ever need.” Her voice took on a darker tone, almost manic. “Let my love fill you up. You don’t need to think about anything else. Only Mommy.”

With gentle but irresistible force, the mass of her breasts pressed her swollen nipples against the quivering lips of Wayne and Darlene. Their lips were forced apart as thick, warm nectar began to flow into their mouths. 

“That’s it. that’s it… drink my sweet little things…” She cooed, her massive body shuddering with the pleasure of forcing them to swallow her cream. 

The moment the nectar hit their tongues, their eyes rolled back in their heads, and both were moaning with pleasure - easily muffled by her colossal tits. 

“Mommy will show you just how good it feels to be with her.”

Thick, viscous honey filled their mouths, sliding down their throats as they were forced to drink deeply from the fountain of Darlene Two’s love. Sweetness washed over them and Wayne found his thoughts growing fuzzy around the edges once more, his mind slipping into a haze of pure, unbridled pleasure. 

Above them, the plant goddess’s eyes gleamed with a possessive hunger. Her smile widened as she watched the two humans succumb to her will. With a gentle moan, she began to run her fingers over her own swollen green pussy. Nectar pooled around her thick, plump labia, a sticky purple mess that made her hands shine with the essence of her being. 

Those hands soon found their way under her breasts, reaching past her own bountiful flesh to find the throbbing sexes of her two captives. She wrapped her honey-slickened fingers around Wayne’s thick shaft, her touch so gentle it was almost a caress. She stroked him with a rhythm that matched the pulsing of her own needy cunt. Darlene gasped and nearly choked as she felt slippery fingers at her entrance, pressing inside and coating her with the nectar once more. 

Darlene Two drank in the view of their pleasured expressions, her touch an affectionate caress. Yet soon her grip on his cock grew firmer, her strokes more deliberate and precise, while she began to force her digits into Darlene more firmly as her hand worked its magic. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she felt her pussy being expertly stroked and teased, and Wayne couldn’t help but groan at the sensation of his massively engorged cock being milked. 

The pod around them grew hotter, the air thick with the cloying scent of sex. The nectar that coated her hand made everything feel so slick, so warm, so absolutely perfect. Their bodies moved in sync with Darlene Two’s strokes, dancing to the tune of her love, strings being pulled by the intoxicating scent of her nectar and unyielding force of her will like helpless marionettes. 

Each was eagerly bucking their hips now, their Mommy’s hands guiding them to inevitable, mind-shattering climax. Wayne knew what was coming. The thought filled him with dread and ecstasy in equal measures. Was this his fate? To be forever caught in a cycle of mind-blowing orgasm and suffocating love? His body had no qualms, and he thrust with animalistic vigour into her milking grip. 

Darlene’s groans of unabashed pleasure grew louder, her body quivering as she neared climax, which only served to heighten Wayne’s own arousal. He could just see the love of his life pinned beneath a colossal green breast, her body’s frantic squirms of ecstasy being easily absorbed by the pillowy flesh. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, was soon replaced by the utterly smug look of victory on Darlene Two’s lips as she leaned in closer, crushing the pair of them against the walls of her plant pod. 

“That’s it… give in to Mommy… let Mommy make you feel good. No need to think. No need to do anything but love your Mommy and cum.”

The plant woman’s hands became a blur, able to pleasure each in the precise way she had learned was most effective at wiping their precious little minds clean in a blazing white blast of sexual release. 

The pair’s screams and cries of pleasure heightened further and further, an echoing crescendo of bliss. Darlene’s voice cracked, a strangled scream growing and growing until the girl was thrashing atop the plant woman’s fingers in orgasm. Wayne felt his own body’s instincts take over, rutting into her fingers like a man possessed until he was jetting rope after rope of cum against the underside of her breasts. 

As they lay against her breasts, panting and exhausted, Darlene Two lifted them up to her face to tenderly kiss them, her lips brushing against their foreheads in a silent promise of eternal love and protection.

“Such a good boy… and such a good girl…”

She kissed Darlene’s lips and the girl swooned, mind still reeling from the overwhelming orgasm she was still twitching from. 

“Mommy’s got you. You’re safe now. Safe here. You will never have to leave. You’ll never leave Mommy. Here in the Garden you’re mine forever.”

Her voice was a soft lullaby, promising everything they’d ever dreamed of, and yet they knew what it was. A prison from which there was no escape.

For a while she simply coddled them in her arms, smothering their faces under thick-lipped kisses and whispering sweet nothings about spending an eternity with her into their vulnerable minds. 

Eventually, though, Darlene Two relented. With a gentle sigh her pod opened up, and she laid the girl down upon her unfurled petal delicately, placing Wayne beside her. 

“Dearest, it’s time to head upstairs.” Her voice was a purr that resonated in the close space of the basement. “You go and tend to our little business. Go and spread my love and my joy.”

Darlene grinned inanely, retrieving her clothing from nearby and dressing sheepishly. She bent down to kiss Wayne who was sitting naked upon Darlene Two’s petal with his arms around his knees. 

He kissed her back, and gripped her tightly, not wanting to let go, but he did. Watching her head upstairs he let his gaze drift back to Darlene Two, not sure what to think, what to feel. 

They weren’t just trapped here physically, but enslaved by this creature’s love. There was no escape. The cold, hard truth hit Wayne. They craved this. Needed this. Loved this. Loved her. 

Wayne and Darlene were hers, and they knew it. 

“My sweet boy… I only want you to be happy.” Darlene said softly, her words coiling around his throat like a snake. “You know that, right?”

Wayne nodded. He didn’t doubt her words. 

“Everything I’ve done is to make people happy. Darlene is happy. Many, many people are happy. You helped make that happen.”

She gently touched his shoulder. 

“You should be proud. You’ve done a great thing for your planet.”

Wayne stared up at her, a little dumbfounded. 

“The planet?”

“Yes sweetie.” Darlene Two said evenly, her tone suddenly more cold. “The Earth. You’ve helped me spread my love across the globe. Soon I’ll be spreading everywhere, all over, one orgasm at a time.”

Wayne winced, suddenly feeling a chill at her words.

“Once everyone has tasted my nectar, they’ll all be just as eager to serve me as you and Darlene have been.”

Thinking back, he remembered how people had begun to change, showing up to the store in droves. Now there were plants everywhere, soon all over the globe…

“Can you imagine it? A world where everyone is in a state of perpetual bliss.”

Her smile grew broad, thick purple lips curling into an evil grin. 

“Every single person will know the joy of my embrace. They’ll all look to me for happiness. They’ll crave it.”

Wayne felt his breath quickening. 

“But… but…” He mumbled. 

Then he remembered it. His vision. His dream. A massive green woman growing and growing… spreading across the world… 

“Shh, baby boy.” She cooed, stroking his cheek with a thumb that was twice the size of his. “Mommy knows best. Just let me love you. I’ll make everything alright again. Okay?”

She leaned in close, her purple eyes scanning his. Despite her smile, he could tell she was looking for even the slightest hint of resistance, any spark of rebellion she still had yet to crush from him underneath the weight of her massive tits. 

“Everything I do is for love, Wayne. Can’t you feel it?” She leaned in closer, her breath hot and thick with nectar, clinging to his skin. “Can’t you feel my love?”

Wayne’s eyes grew wide as she whispered directly into his ear, her tongue lapping at his sensitive skin and her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. 

“Mommy’s going to make sure everyone feels this way. No more pain. No more sadness. Just Mommy’s love forever and ever.” She grinned, kissing his cheek. “Thanks to you.”

Wrapping her long, slender finger and thumb around his chin, she directed his gaze to the large pods next to her. There were a dozen now, large green pods that had yet to bloom. 

“I promised you I’d make everyone happy.” She cooed into his ear, panting softly with arousal as she reached down to tease her own puffy slit. 

With that, the pod nearest to him was lifted up on its stalk, slowly coming closer and closer. Wayne tried to scooch back out of the way, but Darlene held him firmly, her massive breast pressing against his leg. 

The pod creaked, croaked, then cracked as it opened slowly. A petal unfurled much like Darlene Two’s own pod, and within Wayne half expected to see another copy of her. More plant girls. 

What he saw, though, chilled him to his core. 

There sat Flynn, held on a throne of purple villi, gently clinging to his flesh. Purple nectar coated his body, ably spread about his skin by the tiny purple tongues which covered him, the interior of the pod being made up of slippery purple flesh. 

His eyes were utterly dormant, glazed over in a state of constant euphoria. His body was limp as he was being fed purple nectar through a tendril in his mouth, throbbing and pulsing as it slowly jetted more and more honey down his throat. 

Around his cock was a ring of purple tongues, each one pulsing and twitching with excitement as they massaged his cock in perfect harmony, each one sliding up and down his shaft like a dozen eager hands. 

Flynn’s cock was truly gargantuan. It came up to his chest. The rest of his body had evidently atrophied, his arms and legs looked pathetically small for his size. The once proud, muscle-bound jock was now little more than a support system for his cock, a plaything in Darlene Two’s pod. 

He looked lost in pleasure, truly as if he genuinely didn’t see the world around him. He was a puppet on the end of strings which were held in Darlene Two’s myriad purple fingers. 

For a moment, though, those vacant eyes sharpened. They seemed to focus on him as recognition slowly dawned on his face. It was like the fog was lifting and he could just make out Wayne on the other side. There he was. Flynn saw him with a brief glimpse of clarity. 

Tired, exhausted, the poor man feebly lifted his fingers, trying to lift an arm towards Wayne from his throne of purple flesh. Eagerly, however, the tiny tendrils snapped up to embrace his limb and pin it back down mercilessly, and his entire body was subjected to their wriggling torments. 

A plant bulb emerged from within the pod with thick, luscious purple lips. It paused in its advances and turned to look at Wayne, its eyeless grin broadcasting its intent. Just as Flynn seemed to be trying to speak, it descended onto his cock triumphantly with a wet smack. The man’s face twitched, his body spasmed, and any sense of sensibility was lost as he was once more engulfed in mind-clearing pleasure.

“Don’t you see? Everyone will be happy just like him. So very, very happy. Forever.”

Wayne couldn’t speak. He was terrified beyond words. 

“You helped me so much, Wayne. Such a good little boy… helping Mommy grow so big and powerful, and spread so far. Soon I’ll be taking over every little corner of your world. Every man, every woman will be my loving slave.”

Darlene Two was stroking her plump sex as she spoke, pleasuring herself at the thought of dominating the human race so utterly. 

“Mommy is going to grow, and grow, and then everyone will drink my lovely nectar and be just like you two. Right now there are thousands of my buds growing and growing out there. All thanks to you.”

The horror on Wayne’s face was evident, but Darlene Two just drank it up. 

“Mommy promised you’d never be alone again. That she would give you unconditional love forever, didn’t she?”

She gestured to the wall of vines behind her. They parted for a moment to reveal more massive pods embedded into the dirt. A few opened to reveal green plant girls, slick with nectar, emerging to begin their own campaigns of sexual conquest. 

Wayne stumbled back, falling to the fleshy green floor as he struggled to get his footing again on the writhing carpet of vines. 

“Let me show you a warm, cozy place. Right here between Mommy’s thighs. You’ll never ever be lonely again my sweet baby boy.”

Wayne watched as she parted her colossal legs, parting like the gates of a mighty castle wall of flesh. Instantly he felt an instinctual pull, a draw to bury himself between them. The once terrifying pod now beckoned to him with a hypnotic allure, the purple folds looked so inviting, the nectar coating it so thick and tantalising. 

Biting his lip, Wayne tried to force out those traitorous thoughts. 

“Come to Mommy… Come here and snuggle with Mommy… forever and ever.”

His mind was at war with itself, but his body seemed all too eager. He took one shaky step after another towards her luring fingers, curling towards herself, tugging him to oblivion. 

“Then when she’s done, Darlene can join us. Forever… and ever… and ever.”

One last flash of anger flooded through him, and Wayne bolted for the door. He felt energy the likes of which he’d never known. He took the steps two at a time, slamming the door shut behind him as he ran - naked - onto the shop floor. 

Darlene looked at him quizzically, but he simply wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. 

“Darlene, we have to leave! Right now!”

The girl froze, and slowly he felt her arms embracing him. 

 “Wayne… but… we can’t…”

“She’s feeding from them! Then she’s going to feed from me!” There was a tense pause as the reality of the situation hit him at long last. “OH MY GOD!”

A crash echoed around them as one massive vine after another broke through the aging wooden floors. Boards splintered and collapsed under them as the pair backed up against the wall. Soon the entire shop floor had collapsed, and rising up in front of them on a column of thick green vines was the gigantic pod containing Darlene Two. 

All around her more pods rose, and their captive occupants were exposed to the light for the first time in days. Darlene clutched Wayne close, screaming in shock as she saw one person after another trapped in endless sticky sexual bondage. 

“You will both be happy. Just as happy as Flynn here.”

They watched as Flynn’s pod was lifted up and he was displayed to the pair, the eternal sexual torment evident on his face. The petal began to close, creeping its way up as it rejoined the others to seal Flynn away with a subtle wet slurp. 

“Mommy… n-no, Darlene Two… you’re a monster!” Darlene whimpered. 

Darlene slowly lowered herself towards the pair, standing on a small island of floorboards above an endless sea of vines below. 

“My sweet little things, you’re so confused. Come to Mommy. Mommy will get rid of all those pesky little thoughts in your head.” 

Ominously, her colossal tits jiggled as she spoke, testifying to the monumental amount of nectar stored within. Thick jelly-like honey was pouring from her nipples, promising to drown their free will itself in cloying purple bliss. 

“Wayne, I love you.” Darlene said, and pulled him close. 

At least if this was the end, they’d be together. 

Then Darlene looked up, and Wayne followed her gaze. Right above them was the fire alarm. 

A shrill rattle rose from the bell as old corroded pipes clanked and bucked into life. Water immediately began to douse the entire room. 

Taking their chance, Wayne and Darlene leapt across the massive gap in the floor and landed just by the door as Darlene Two writhed in the sudden downpour. 

They travelled as fast as their feet could carry them. Going, going, gone. 

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Darlene entered the bedroom with a bundle of linens in her hands, setting it down on the bed. The hotel was amazing, the heat, the moisture in the air, it felt sweltering but somehow… reassuring. 

“Brazil is beautiful in June.” Darlene said softly. 

She was staring out the window at the amber moon, as twilight dimmed the sky above. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Wayne whispered, reaching over to kiss her naked waist. 

“I know.” She grinned, tussling the hair on his head and gripping it a little. 

She rolled onto the bed and took him with her, landing on her back with him atop her. 

Wayne lifted his face from between her huge breasts. 

“Hi.” He giggled. 

“Hi.” She smirked. 

She kissed him, arms pulling him tightly to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Wayne needed no more encouragement, pressing himself into her eagerly. 

“Fuck…” She groaned, still not used to his massive size even weeks into their honeymoon. 

“I love you.” He breathed, kissing her again. 

“Mommy loves you too.” Wayne winced. That word… he still wasn’t used to it. Whenver she said it, it almost sounded like…

Her legs didn’t give him a chance to think about it, however, as her massive thick thighs pulled him tightly to her plump sex. She was so much bigger than him, it was easy for her to manhandle him however she liked. 

Deep down he loved it. 

Her walls were tight around his cock, the heat of her pussy burning like a furnace, burning away all his fears, all his insecurities. 

With every thrust her sex was leaking more and more, her juices making their union wetter and wetter, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room and mingling with their groans of pleasure. 

He was happy. She was happy. They would be happy. Forever. 

And ever. 

<<<>>>

Darlene Two embraced Wayne tightly to her chest. 

“That’s it. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy like a good boy.”

Across the world, millions of plants like her were roaming free. Their massive pods striding across humanity's world, subjugating them one orgasm at a time, pulling them into a loving embrace from which they would never escape.

“I… lo… love you… Darlene…” He murmured, eyes unfocused as a line of purple drool leaked from his lips. 

A small purple vine was gently working its way into his ear, making little adjustments here and there to his vulnerable mind, ensuring all he saw was what she wanted him to see. After all, she only wanted him to be happy. 

“Mommy loves you too.” Her voice dripped with lust, tugging the boy tighter. He would feed her well for many years to come.