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Summary: A little shop experiences erotic plant girl horrors! It's an invasion of a plantgirl who likes to snatch bodies! Am I being obvious enough? A small plant grows until it becomes a massive plant girl. She then seduces everybody one by one and begins to spread across the globe while young struggles with the morality of being the only one in a position to do anything about it.
Contains: F/m, F/f, brief F/fm, plant sex, a giant plant girl, body growth, cock growth, breast growth, weight gain, breast feeding, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, milking.
DARK THEMES: Brainwashing, hypnosis, mind control, gaslighting, end of the world, memory manipulation, ominous consequences, trickery, rape, betraying the entire human race, emotional manipulation, breaking up a relationship.
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Deep within the recesses of space, amidst endless darkness, upon the countless worlds of the cosmos life still prevails. Infinite possibilities play out in an infinitude of ways. A once thriving planet, teeming with life, is now destroyed, becoming a thousand and more asteroids. Across the timeline of the universe, heavenly bodies form, impact, divide, and crash. Yet life still prevails upon just one such space-faring rock, upon one of such perhaps lay the seeds of life which spawned everything we see around us, and upon another such rock may come the very undoing of it all.
On the 24th of September the human race encountered a threat to its very way of life. This enemy surfaced, as they so often do, in the most innocuous of places.
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On the corner of two seldom-trodden streets, in the poorer part of a tired and dingy city, where the bricks were old and worn, there it stood. Windows caked with dust, wood splintered and rotten, the old wrought iron fittings from another more prosperous age rusting and corroded. The cement was cracked and crumbling, the lights outside broken, and to call it run down would be the kind of generosity only a retail salesman could conjure.
This was the Garden of Eden.
A small plant shop where we find Wayne Tully cleaning up the results of his most recent accident. Having dislodged an ancient wooden shelf an hour ago, he lazily moved a worn and tired broom with worn and tired hands, collecting shards of plant pot and sandy loam that lay scattered across the basement floor.
He was a mousey figure, barely over five feet, with a scruff of brown hair and little else to his name. Wayne had little to do, so in spite of his irritation the accident was in fact a welcome change of pace. In this store customers were few and sales fewer.
Outside of work he lived alone. Yet Wayne was not just alone... but lonely.
As an orphan, he had never really known acceptance. Orphanages don't dispense love and care, nor true emotional connections. Love was really the only thing he had ever wanted. Money would be nice, a nice house, a nice car. He'd eat what he wanted when he wanted.
But without love what would any of that do? He'd be just as lonely as he was now.
As a child he had only ever wanted one thing - a mother. Someone to hold him, cherish him, protect him and love him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and give him the care of another he had never had.
As he had grown older, that desire hadn't died. It had rather morphed somewhat. He still sought love, and indeed, deep down there would always be a scared little boy inside him who wanted nothing more than a mother to love him.
Yet as boys grew older, they felt a different desire, for a different kind of love. To Wayne there was only one girl like that. The only girl for him, a girl he'd known for years and a girl whom he had a crush on for every day from the moment they met. As a slight clang of metal on wood rang out from upstairs, Wayne could only huff in his dejection. She was less than six feet from him at any time, but she might as well have been on the moon for how far out of reach she was. Hell, she might as well have been from space. No matter what he did, Wayne just couldn't seem to get her to look at him as anything other than a friend.
Closer to a brother by now, he admitted.
It wasn't that she was distant. In all that time she'd been his best and closest friend, but this was the kind of loneliness a friend just couldn't fill.
Wayne had never really had much of anything or anyone in his life. He often wondered if kids who grew up with families felt as he did, as if there was an emptiness in his heart that only someone else could fill. Maybe they got used to having that unconditional love and acceptance, taking it for granted. What they were given from day one was the one thing Wayne had pined for his entire life. Someone to love, to cherish, to hold. Someone who would be there; not just physically be in the same room, but be in your life, a part of your life.
As it was all Wayne had was a great friend and a job. As an orphan he'd been lucky enough to land a job here at all, two weeks before he was kicked out of the orphanage for ageing out. When the previous shopkeep finally gave up and quit, leaving this disaster for the lost cause that it was, he had simply taken over the Garden of Eden. It paid just enough to give him a bed and keep him fed, and not a penny more.
With a familiar resignation, knowing that his luck wasn't likely to change, Wayne swept the spare soil into an old pot he wasn't using. He kept it right below the sole window in the basement that let in just enough light to let him see what he was doing. With the way things were going, Wayne could hardly afford to turn the lights on even when there were customers in the store - those being rare and solemn occasions - let alone in the basement.
Cold, moist stone walls with earth as mortar kept the basement cool even in summer. The everpresent musty smell of dirt and the background fragrance of the hundreds of plants which resided down there was the
Stumbling slightly over a mislaid box, he realized while looking out of the spotted window that the day was far darker than usual. The crackling of an old radio upstairs reminded Wayne and all the other down-on-their-luck residents for the hundredth time of the impending solar eclipse.
"Truly a historic event. Our little town is right in the path of the eclipse folks! Make sure you have eye protection and get ready. In just five minutes we'll be seeing - or rather not seeing - our sun! A dazzling astronomical display. As a special guest, I have with me Professor Andrew from Rido College. Care to explain Professor?"
"Ah, yeah. Thanks. Um, well you see the moon is going to uh... move in front of the sun."
Wayne listened to dead air for several moments, pausing his sweeping.
"Oh... uh- Well thank you for that enlightening explanation Professor. Anyone wishing to take part in his historic event should head outside now as we have only minutes to spare!"
The broom clattered against a nearby table as Wayne pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. From what little he could make out in the dimming light he still had plenty of work to do. It didn't seem to matter whether he did it now, or later, or tomorrow.
Really why even bother at all? Staring at the old stonework around him, the floorboards clearly rotting above, he wondered why he kept going with it.
"What the hell, right? It's a once in a lifetime event, and it beats sweeping." He shrugged, jogging upstairs to join the idling crowds in the street all staring up blankly at the sky.
Wayne peeked out from around a corner as he exited the basement.
"Hey Darlene, you wanna go check out the-"
Wayne's voice caught in his throat. There was Darlene, the girl he loved. Her body was a slender canvas of pure beauty. Every curve and line was a testament to nature's artistry. Long, wavy red hair cascaded down her back, hugging and framing her delicate neck and shoulders which were barely covered by the low-cut boyish green tank top she wore. The fabric clung to her in just the right way, revealing the outline of her perky, firm breasts. She never wore a bra - much to Wayne's eternal delight and equal dismay. Her hips swelled just slightly around her tight, round ass, which sat atop long, shapely legs. Everything she did, every time she moved, it was with the grace of the flora in the breeze, a silent invitation to follow her.
There was the girl he loved... in the arms of another man. As usual in his black leather jacket, and his motorbike parked only a few feet away, Flynn swooped in and wrapped his arm around her waist whilst aiming for a kiss.
