"Hell no. Fuck this I'm fucking out" Thoroughly freaked out, Chris hauled himself to his feet and limped at a brisk pace back to where he had entered the clearing. Suddenly, he felt more roots worm their way out of the ground around his trainers, groping feebly at his feet. With this he picked up his pace, wanting to leave whatever weird alternate dimension he had stumbled into. When he reached the place he had entered however, he was confused to see a solid wall of hedgerow, with no obvious point of entry or exit. His skin began to crawl as he frantically began to walk up and down the hedge, searching for some way to escape whatever twisted reality he had found himself in. Suddenly he felt his pace slow, as thicker roots began to entangle his legs, slowly creeping up beneath his jeans, leaving a warm web of sticky fluid criss crossing his legs. He leant down to bat it away, but quickly found it slithering up his arms too, restricting his movement as he tried to tear them away, fighting the thick scent that rose up, making his brain fuzzy and thoughts slower.
As his brain slowed down, fogging up as he inhaled more and more of the root's aphrodisiac, his motions of resistance similarly slowed until he was only putting up a token struggle, thoughts gone entirely, robotically repeating the last motions he could remember as his energy faded into nothingness and he stood stock still in the grip of the roots, jaw slack and limbs hanging loosely by his sides. The roots slowly raised further until the catatonic Chris was hanging in the air, the feeling of the slithery, groping branches winding their way across his flesh going directly to the pleasure centre of his brain, cramming it even further with a blank desire for pleasure, so much that he began to slowly gyrate his hips.
Meanwhile, the smaller roots were slowly, agonisingly, spreading up towards his crotch, and he gasped as he felt them encircle his balls, keeping them in a tight, though only slightly painful, grip and move upwards, wrapping around his cock and bringing it to life with slow, teasing pumps, almost as if the plant knew what it was doing. The larger roots were growing around his waist, keeping him suspended, and moving across his flat, toned, chest. As they reached his nipples the tip split into quarters, almost like a mouth of some kind, and began to suckle at his teat, making him groan low under his breath.
This was swiftly silenced, though, as yet more roots grew up along his back and looped around to his mouth, splitting once again and parting his lips to dive into his mouth, dripping a warm green liquid that tasted like fresh caramel, filling his head with yet more mist, and making him gurgle around the thick invader that drove past his lips and down into his throat, vigorously fucking down into it to deliver more and more of its potent aphrodisiac. Chris' eyes rolled back in his head as a particularly thick root wound its way down past his spine and gently slipped its way past his waistband, probing tenderly between his ass for his tight hole. Starting small, it wormed its way gently inside with shallow thrusts, opening him up more and more with each pass and making his legs spasm gently with pleasure. Dimly, he could feel it penetrating deeper and deeper, making its way past his sphincter and pressing against his prostate with every push and pull. Just as he was beginning to get lost in the feeling, something huge bumped against his ass and he whined gently, not entirely sure if this could get any stranger.
His concerns however, were answered as he felt it gently push deeper, his hole widening to accommodate this strange new intruder, If Chris could think, he would have estimated it to be about the size of his fist, but as it was his mind was too far gone to think of anything but the pleasure the roots were giving him, and the seed it was slowly dripping into him.
He was an obscene sight, suspended about two feet in the air, laying over a set of roots twisted around his waist and keeping him high up. Clothes bulging to their limit and writhing as the roots beneath his boxers rubbed his erect cock up and down, milking the precum from the head, as another large root split to encircle the head and undulate around it, seeming to swallow the seed into its endless underground system. A similar story was happening above his waist, where his nipples were encircled as if the plant was trying to coax milk from him to feed itself, as it began to pick up speed, fucking itself into his throat, almost making him choke from the veritable waterfall of liquid spraying down his throat. Finally, the plant managed to get it's thick knot like structure to fully penetrate him, its thrusts becoming shallower due to it being unable to pull out any more than an inch, with the cartoonishly huge balloon of its knot keeping him plugged.
This stimulation on every part of his skin was proving too much to Chris, who was rapidly approaching the edge, so deliciously close, yet frustratingly far, due to the roots keeping his balls in a tight grip, acting like some sort of cock ring to keep him as far from the crest of pleasure as it could. He felt a root snake its way around his throat, constricting around his windpipe in a way that would have made him keen in desperation if he could possibly talk, but instead just made him thrust harder into the root snaking around his cock, desperately chasing the high that the plant finally gave to him, giving his balls one final squeeze and retracting the appendages keeping him on that delicious edge, making him howl as his cock sprayed inside his boxers, the largest orgasm he had ever had, that he swore went on for a minute straight, until eventually he felt himself hit a wall of exhaustion. Everything around him went black, and the last thing he could retain with his rapidly failing senses was the plant still wrapped around him, using his body for god knows what end.
The next morning, as dawn rose, a woman strode along the path of Brookford Park, finally relieved of her night guard duty and ready to head home to relax, when she saw a body curled up on the tarmac path. She hurried over, worried someone may be hurt, when she suddenly recognised the body of her ex, clothes torn and covered in some sort of strange, sticky liquid. His clothes were stretched and torn, especially around his genital areas and his chest, where the majority of the residue lay. Her look of concern turned into a devilish smirk as she took out her phone, snapping some quick photos, especially of his backside, where it seemed that quite a lot of the residue was leaking from. She slowly helped him up and covered him up as best she could with her jacket, thoughts going a mile a minute.
She held all the power now, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
