The Garden of Eden

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To quote Gigglinggoblin: Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story! If you feel inclined, please get in touch, I'd love to talk about my writing or any related kink stuff!

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, personality change.

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Wayne felt coolness under his back. The world was coming back to him slowly. It felt like climbing out from beneath a dozen blankets wrapped around his mind. All around him was the sensation of firm but forgiving flesh.

The room was dimly lit, and his body flinched at the touch of a droplet of purple dew that fell from the massive petals enclosing the roof above him. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of the sweet nectar of the plant and the musk of sex that seemed to permeate every surface and thicken the air. To his shock, his whole body was supported on a bed of thick green vines.

The last thing Wayne remembered was bringing Darlene Two down to the basement. That had been... well, he wasn't sure when that had been, or how long he'd been here. So why was he still here? Why hadn't he left?

His thoughts were a mess, like a hundred strings knotted together.

Wayne's cock throbbed, ached, and he reached down to grasp it... only to feel his wrists tugging gently on their fleshy, green restraints. He squirmed slightly, feeling his every joint subdued and bound.

His movement seemed to inspire movement of its own from the plant. Darlene Two's plant bulb loomed down above him from the darkness of the basement. It hovered above him and he suddenly became aware of just how large it had grown, how large it had become.

In a mix of horror and utter lurid fascination, he watched as its utterly massive lips curled into a smile. It had to be a meter wide now, and those lips were as thick as thumbs. Slowly her lips parted, revealing the soft and velvety purple depths within. Strings of purple slime connected them, curling and breaking to droop down onto his body, leaving his skin tingling everywhere it landed.

The vines around him tightened as his abdomen was lifted into the air, bending his body slightly to give Darlene Two better access to his cock. A vine slithered down, tracing a path along his chest like the touch of a lover, before it curled around the base of his cock and began to stroke it gently.

Suddenly he felt so very small. This plant had grown so large. If it got much bigger, then surely he would be but a tiny morsel in comparison. Fretting, he worried that maybe it eventually planned to eat him whole rather than settle for its sexual feedings...

Yet the tenderness of its touch reassured him. No, man-eating plants were the stuff of fiction. That was ridiculous. Though was it more ridiculous than plants that had sex with people?

As the vine stroked, lubricated by a steady flow of the plant's purple saliva, Wayne stared in awe as his cock throbbed and stiffened, and then rose. Then, with horror, he saw it just keep rising and rising. A mass of flesh, easily nine inches long, now protruded into the hot breathy air directly in front of Darlene Two's lips.

His cock. It almost didn't seem real. How had it grown so big? It was nearly double the size it had been when he'd come down here. Darlene Two's wet tongue slithered out to engulf the head, a mast of flesh now so thick he wouldn't have been able to fit his fingers around it even if they had been free.

All the while Darlene Two was savouring his cock, learning the taste of his lust. Her tongue danced and played, swirling around his shaft like it had a mind of its own. She delighted at the response she got from licking from base to tip only to lap up the precum that pooled there, before repeating the process in a torturous game. She would then retreat her tongue back down to the base of his cock and start all over, occasionally pausing to explore the sensitive spot just beneath his head.

He could practically feel the plant's hunger through the way she so primally licked and smooched at his cock, yet she was holding back.

Wayne felt his balls sagging now, heavy and weighty. Craning his neck up he saw to his shock that they had grown even more. They were like two apples in a silky purse, skin stretched taut across them due to their sheer size.

Panicking, Wayne began to pant after realising just how much his body was changing. He stared down in horror at the purple, gel-like saliva, tiny pools of which now clung to his chest, then looked at his cock which was now practically soaking in the stuff as Darlene Two ensured to slather every inch of his cock with it.

"No, please..." he murmured weakly.

Darlene Two didn't miss a beat, 'looking' up at him with a smug smile on those luscious lips before a vine began slowly but insistently pressing against his own mouth until it slipped inside and filled it. He groaned around the vine in angst, but soon felt a trickle of something warm and sweet against his tongue.

Oh god... he thought, it's feeding me that stuff too.

Soon though his worries were replaced with frustration. Why was Darlene Two holding back? Why did she keep tightening his restraints, but not dive in for the kill? Her lips came tantalisingly close to his cock, brushing against the tip or delicately suckling the head to savour the freely flowing precum mixing with her purple lubrications. Yet she never sank down, never began to suck in earnest.

Was she enjoying teasing him like this? Was this a game to her, or was she simply trying to emphasize her control over him now?

At long last she pulled back, having sculpted his cock for heavens knew how long with her purple slimy tongue to full hardness. It was throbbing desperately with need, bouncing along with his staccato heartbeat in the air.

"Give in." She whispered to him.

Another vine, leaking purple nectar began to gently circle the head of his cock, polishing it again and again, dribbling an endless stream of that slime. Her vine moved with such delicacy, such precision, that it was almost hypnotic. Her tongue teased him, tracing the contours of the veins on his cock, driving him into a frenzy of arousal.

Wayne gritted his teeth, realising what she wanted. She wanted him to want it. She wanted him to surrender to her.

Softly, delicately, she pursed her lips and kissed just the tip of his cock, sucking the precum from it. She smooched it again, and again, every time ensuring her slick lips encompassed just the tip of his cock - ever so maddeningly.

All had to do was thrust forwards, plunge his cock into her lips... but then, he'd just be trapped here until she released him, whenever that would be. If she ever would release him, he thought to himself with worry.

The vine around the base of his cock began to glacially slowly slide up to just beneath his head, and once it got there, began to ever so slowly slip up over the ridge of his glans and then back down, over and over, as her lips continued their gentle kisses on his tip.

It was simply too much for him to handle. Eventually, his resistance snapped. With a feral growl, he bucked his hips violently, plunging them into the slick wetness of her mouth. Only now did those voluptuous purple lips at last part and engulf his cock completely.

Wayne's vision went white from the sheer sensation of so much sensitive flesh being so thoroughly devoured at once. His newly enlarged cock was bombarding his mind with pleasure. He choked on his own breath until she slowly dragged her lips back up, savouring every inch of his flesh before sinking back down luxuriously.

It was like sinking into a warm, wet pool of heaven that both suckled ferociously and squeezed in just the right way; the overwhelming ensation both terrifying and intoxicating.

Her lips were simply divine, slick and soft, squeezing around his cock with the eagerness of a girl desperate to please her lover, yet with such skill that it spoke to truly countless aeons of experience at doing precisely this.

Wayne felt the muscles in her mouth contracting around his cock, pleasure rippling through him as she rhythmically bobbed up and down, drawing her tongue along his length with each pass and pressing into the underside of his cock to milk him as thoroughly as possible.

The vines grew ever tighter, never enough to hurt but just enough to ensure he was utterly helpless and immobilized. She didn't want her food source going anywhere. Her lover. Her prey.

She could sense his impending orgasm, teasing the frenulum of his cock for a moment as if gauging its proximity. Satisfied, she soon returned to the unholy milking motions which were making him writhe and scream into the vine gagging his moans.

His cock pulsed with need, his hips bucking and thrusting what little she would allow him to move within his bonds to meet her lips each time. Her lips slid down his shaft, taking him in as deeply as he could go within the wet, slippery cavern of her mouth. Its heat was intense, and her mouth felt like it was liquifying around him.

Each stroke of her lips on his cock was a masterful blend of pressure and release, a symphonic dance that was designed to demolish his self control and bring him irresistibly to orgasm. The pleasure was so intense he couldn't register any other sensation. He was simply lost in a sea of sensation, a puppet on her strings, both figuratively and literally. Her vines held his limp body aloft like a marionette.

At long last, with a triumphant growl, she sank ferociously down his cock and began to move at blistering speed. Her thick, wet lips smacked into his body again and again, leaving stringy slimy trails between him and her mouth, only for her to collapse down upon him again and squish her thick lips against him.

Her throat contracted and created a suction that could suck the soul from him. Every muscle in his body tensed for what was to come. His orgasm had his whole body wired, ready to snap. His cock throbbed even more, straining at her lips as they mercilessly sucked at him.

She was hungry. She would feed. He would feed her. He would cum.

Utterly powerless to resist, Wayne felt the first cresting of his orgasm as an almost painful burn, cum erupting from his now massively engorged cock into the depths of Darlene Two's mouth.

Her milking suddenly became all the more intense, ensuring to maximise the cum he produced for her by utterly overstimulating him. Her tongue moved in a frenetic dance as her lips squeezed as tightly as their pillowy, slick softness would allow around him.

Wayne's orgasm never waned, it merely rose and rose in intensity until he was shuddering in panic. Only after a solid minute of constant ejaculation, Darlene Two's vine vigorously milking his cock into her awaiting lips for the last drops, did he collapse back into the embrace of her vines.

His cock was still hard, aftershocks throbbing through it and making his whole body twitch. As she delicately caressed his exhausted body, he felt drowsiness returning.

Some part of him realised what was happening. She was only waking him to feed, then exhausting him back to sleep. He vaguely remembered this not being the first time. All of this had happened before... and all of this would happen again. She was like a robotic machine with a singular, beautiful, terrifying purpose. Over and over, it was an endless cycle. How long had he been here? How long would he be here?

Those questions faded into darkness as sleep consumed him once more.

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Wayne dreamed, and drifted in and out of awareness. His consciousness floated through an abyss of velvety darkness, a cocoon of warmth and wetness. He felt weightless, his body adrift in a sea of simultaneous overwhelming sensation and total sensory deprivation. It felt like being in the womb of some vast creature, surrounded by the soft caress of its insides.

Gentle lapping of liquid against his skin seemed to come from all sides, the occasional pressure stroking him from his shoulders to his toes. The darkness was a seductive balm that seemed to melt away his fears and worries.

He felt good. He felt pleasure. He was happy.

The fear of his predicament washed away. All his concerns dissolved in the warmth that wrapped around him so effortlessly.

A figure coalesced from the shadows. At first it was hard to even pinpoint in his hazy view where its figure began and the shadows ended, like seeing through mist and smoke. Yet the figure grew more familiar as it approached him, floating soundlessly through the void.

"Wayne..." Darlene whispered.

It was Darlene, but not as he knew her. She had grown. Her body was rounded, soft, her eyes filled with a gentle and nurturing warmth.

This new Darlene had a hand outstretched toward him as she grew closer. Her curves seemed to grow the closer she came. Her hips swelled to unrealistic proportions, her breasts filling until they obscured most of her body. Yet this Darlene's hair wasn't red, no... it was darkening to a shade of purple. Her skin... her skin was changing too. It was becoming a deeper shade... of green.

She held her other hand to her mouth, purple nectar coating her fingers and glowing in the gloom. With a purse of her lips, this new Darlene blew him a kiss, and a fine, shimmering mist clouded his head.

He could only stare as Darlene's body grew and grew, swelling to impossible proportions. Her breasts swelled until they became the very horizon, her vast areolae plains of purple flesh with mountainous nipples which threatened to erupt with the molten purple nectar of her form.

The darkness revealed a different world. A changed world. A landscape of endless foliage and verdant life. Buildings were encrusted in vines, streets cracked and cars lay abandoned, their doors bent open from where the occupants had been removed one by one. The cities themselves had buckled under the sheer power of her coming.

The air was filled with the scent and sounds of sex, distant moaning and cries of a hundred thousand unseen figures rapt in ecstasy.

They had come. They had risen from the soil and taken the Earth for their own. They had spread and multiplied. Massive plant pods atop thick vines stalked the streets, and within each was the voluptuous form of... a woman. In fact, they looked like the woman from his dreams. Darlene. Each looked like her, but none was quite the same. Yet all had those same, thick, purple luscious lips, whispering soundlessly - promising an eternity of bliss and unending pleasure.

Moving with a grace that seemed impossible for their unnaturally bloated and fleshy forms, they flowed across the landscape like a tide of unstoppable love and desire. Their eyes were fixed on their prey, men and women fleeing before them, each being scooped up one by one into their new Mommy's embrace.

One by one men and women were captured, taken into a pod and enslaved to the Mommy within. Her massive breasts smothering the male in her clutches. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the very earth trembled in their wake. The planet would be theirs. Reality would bend to their will.

He watched as men were milked. Their new Mommies ensured to smother them with pleasure as irresistible as their bodies. They grew, and grew, and spread, and multiplied. The last he saw as his vision darkened was a sea of pods, all sealed, and within the last of humanity was imprisoned - doomed to an eternity of ecstatic, orgasmic servitude.

Civilization ended, and the suckling began. Then everything faded to darkness once again.

All except the woman he had seen before, the green goddess who now floated just before him, holding his chin in her hand and forcing him to watch the demise of civilization as it winked out.

All that remained was the new Darlene, her hand around his neck, smiling.

"Mommy is here, Wayne. It's time to wake up."