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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 winced in discomfort as his eyes slowly worked themselves open. Just like before, the first thing he felt was coolness beneath him, but the air around him felt... hot. Moist. Every breath felt slightly laboured as the humidity made it difficult to draw in all the air he needed. The smell of moist earth and a sickeningly sweet scent invaded his senses as he lifted himself up onto his elbows.
This time, however, he wasn't bound. He could move freely. The only light came from a soft pulsing glow, but he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It would momentarily light the room just enough for Wayne to see before dimming, then pulsing once more, rhythmically, like a slow heartbeat.
He pressed his hand to the ground and felt it was soft and forgiving, as if the floor were made of velvet. As he moved he felt the ground beneath him shifting slightly, giving way, and he nearly collapsed back to the ground as he unexpectedly found it much less supporting than expected.
Experimentally, he pressed his hands down and felt them sink into loose, damp earth. All around him, in fact, the entire basement floor had been bedded with soil. He, however, was laid atop something smooth and silky that felt almost fuzzy to the touch.
Straining to keep his eyes open he lifted his hand. Even the gentle purple light that pulsed around him was almost too bright. Eventually though he realised it was a leaf he was laying upon. One single gigantic leaf, sprouting from a dark green vine which protruded through the earth like a giant tree root. The vine shifted, and once again he felt the ground beneath him moving as the leaf crept along the earth. Following it with his eyes, he at last was able to take in the massive object that now occupied half of the basement.
That was where the light was coming from. Every throb of the vine, pulsing with energy, was met with a gentle purple pulse of light from the gigantic bulk, lighting up the entire room.
Wayne fell to his side as he faced it, the glow growing ever brighter he took in what he was seeing. Like a gigantic rose bud, overlapping layers of leaves and petals curved upwards from the ground, perched upon a stalk nearly three meters thick. Vines spread out throughout the basement, having anchored themselves into the ground, the walls, everything.
A gentle waft of sweet scented air passed over him as, to his shock, he saw the entire massive blossom compress together. The gentle breeze came with a delicate, musical sound like a contented sigh.
Then it all stopped. No light. No movement. No sound. He was once again immersed in utter black. For a minute, maybe longer, Wayne sat there in total darkness with nothing but the sound of his heartbeat and frightened breath.
Then with a wet creak, like wood bending, the light returned. Slowly, ominously, the massive leaves and petals of the pod in front of him began to unpeel themselves one by one. Dark, deep purple plant matter exposed itself as they peeled apart, connected by thick, gooey, stringy strands. The light seemed now to be glowing now not all around him, but coming from within the centre of that almighty blossom.
Brighter and brighter that purple glow grew until, at last, the final petal slowly curled away to reveal...
Wayne blinked in utter amazement. It was a woman.
A woman he knew.
The woman from his dreams.
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Darlene Two ran a hand through her long, purple hair as it cascaded down across her shoulders and came to rest at the edge of the flower pod she was stood within. The pod itself stretched from the floor to the ceiling of the substantially large underground cellar, and she standing within it had to be easily nine feet tall, perhaps more. From his position, prostrate upon the ground, she was simply the largest woman he'd ever seen.
Her breasts were simply massive. Those monumental globes were the epitome of voluptuousness. They jiggled ever so slightly with even the tiniest movements she made, and their ripples made it seem almost as if she were moving in slow motion. They were an utterly hypnotic spectacle of gravity-defying beauty. Smooth green skin ended in bright purple nipples that looked obscenely engorged, surrounded by areolae the size of dinner plates. They were so vast that the very fabric of the purple flower that had encased her had been reshaped by their presence, bulging outwards within the purple petals that had formed around her. Whenever she moved, the sheer mass of her breasts would cause the entire flower to sway slightly.
Each was so vast that they alone could have easily cradled an entire human body atop it, and as they pressed together in an incomprehensible cleavage, those pillowy soft mounds of plant-flesh threatened to swallow whole any who ventured too close. The very air around them seemed to quiver in anticipation. As Wayne stared in awe at the crevice between her warm, colossal tits he couldn't help but recall his dream and how it had felt for his face to sink into them and become lost in that sea of softness.
The rest of her was no less impressive. Indeed every part of her rippled and jiggled with unbelievable softness, signalling the true extent of her unbridled sexuality. Her belly was a plump dome of emerald flesh, a potent and magnetic image of fertility. Her waist swelled outwards until it was almost as broad as her immense bust, with soft and pliable thighs that begged to be touched and which squished together deliciously. Yet beneath the soft flesh he could tell was immense strength, no doubt needed to keep her immense bulk upright.
Yet what drew Wayne's gaze most was the fleshy, fatty mound of her mons. It practically bulged from between her already blossoming thighs. Her nether lips were a rich shade of royal purple, thick and juicy, and they seemed to pulse with the same vitality as the whole plant had just moments before. The petals of her lower flower were much like those which had encapsulated her moments before, plump and overripe, glistening with perspiration and moisture.
As he slowly and unsteadily got to his feet Wayne could see into the pod that contained her. He chuckled absently, unsure if he was still dreaming. It was all just too much for him. He felt manic, almost. Yet soon he was forced to accept this was reality as the sweet air became even more difficult to breathe, cloying and thick as the interior of her blossom was exposed to the air. Each time he inhaled it felt like swallowing a mouthful of her essence.
He at last saw her face. The face from his dreams which until now he couldn't bring into focus. Now she was here, in the real world, as if she had crawled from his dreams like some wet dream given corporeal form. She looked just like Darlene. Only...
