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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, 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.
