My story starts off during a camping trip, deep in the woods, well outside of what most people would call civilization, which suited me just fine. I was lucky enough that I had an abundance of cash but nothing on which I needed to spend it on. I was one of the few that managed to make a killing in the stock market instead of losing everything during the time before the dot-com bust. Because of this, I could waste quite a lot of money on whatever I wanted.

Now, this doesn't mean I was a rich snob, or anything even remotely similar. In fact I still didn't often waste money on expensive junk that didn't do anything worthwhile. Most of my expenses went into hobbies and other things that ended up giving a satisfying pay off in the end in some way or another. My most common hobby was hiking and exploring forests that most people would never look twice at. This, combined with a love of photography, allowed me to return at least part of my costs by selling photographs of scenes of beauty in nature most people would never see otherwise.

Now, aside from hiking, camping, and various forms of adventuring in the wilderness, I also had a love of gardening. It wasn't necessarily growth of flowers and vegetables/fruit, it was for the most part collecting strange and interesting plants that were hard to find or rare. This meant that I usually carried around some equipment that would allow me to retrieve new plants on my journeys across the country.

That is how I found the vine. To this day I have no idea what the vine might do on its own in the wild, but I eventually found a use for it, or perhaps it is better to say it found a use for me. I discovered it when hiking through a small part of a dense patch of forest on the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains. I was walking along a nearly impassable area when I suddenly stumbled into a small clearing. It was surrounded by tall, ancient trees, and in the very center was the fire-blackened stump of what must have been a massive tree in its day.

This wasn't so odd, as many parts of forests this old had locations where a tree had at one time been struck by lightning, but where the forest hadn't yet had time to recover the area the old tree had dominated. What drew me into it, aside from it being an excellent area to camp for the night, was a peculiar vine growing upon the stump.

At first observation, it was just colorful, having very dark leaves almost the color of aqua, and having the rest of the growth a vibrant, almost neon green. It did not appear to have any flower growth, but it might not have been its primary growth season yet, though it was late summer and quite warm. It was of a species I had never seen before, and I decided right then that I had to make sure to bring home a cutting of it so I could see what it might turn out like.

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I struck camp early the next morning, eager to explore a bit more before returning home. Before I left, I made sure to cut a sample of the vine to place in a small sample jar that contained a nutrient mixture designed to help the cutting start new roots and grow safely during its transportation. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, I accidentally cut myself slightly when I got my sample, and the pain caused me not to notice that when my blood contacted the piece of vine I cut that the stem and undersides of the leaves glowed slightly for a brief moment.

Lucky for me I was near the other end of my hiking circuit, so it didn't take me more than a couple of hours to reach my truck. After that, it was only half a day to reach my home, which wasn't terribly far from where I'd been hiking.

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Now, as you already know, I had plenty of money, so I was able to build a house in the style that I wanted. First off, it was on a very large chunk of land, maybe a hundred acres, mostly of forest, with a nice small stream crossing very close to my house. This lent itself to naturally irrigating whatever I chose to grow, which was convenient. The house itself wasn't special, just a large single story itself parked on a single acre of lawn. It was simple but very comfortable. I had my garden to the back and a nice set of fruit trees to either side, with simple unornamented lawn to the front.

When I arrived, I put away my gear, and went into my indoor growth room. This I'd had build with the purpose in mind of my hobby. It had a glass roof with an efficient irrigation system hung from it that also conveniently doubled as a fire extinguishing system if the need arose. It had a powerful but fine tuned heating and cooling system, and was hermetically sealed so I could get things of all types growing in the quickest and most effective way possible.

I took out my sample jar and was amazed that the vine had not only fared well, but had grown very well. It had started out only about an inch long, but had grown to the entire length of the specimen jar, which was half a foot long, and was even pressing against the lid in an effort to grow more. It had certainly grown its roots out well too, which had completely filled the bottom two inches where the nutrient mixture had been. It didn't take me long to fit it into a large pot of soil, set the temperature to a level similar to what I'd found it in, and set the irrigation system to periodically water it.

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I had intended to spend the next couple of weeks relaxing, doing little but watching the vine grow. Instead, I spent the time keeping an eye on the vine's growth. The vine grew at an astonishing rate, gaining a half a foot in just the first day. It grew to around two feet on the second day, and then it didn't gain any height at all on the next 2 days. I was a bit puzzled, but decided that even though it had more vertical room to grow, it might want a larger area for its root system before it gained any more height. That day, before I went to bed, I replanted it in a foot high planter box situated beneath my window.

When I woke up the next day, having slept in till near noon because I didn't have any plans for the day, I decided to check in on the vine. When I looked out the window, I was amazed at its growth, which had increased by another half a foot in just half the day. I kept an eye on it during the day, and each time I checked it was taller still. At the end of the day, it had reached the bottom of my window.

Over the next couple days, the vine continued its growth rate, gaining about a foot each day, until on the sixth day after I'd transplanted it the growth changed when it reached the trellis I'd attached for it above my window. At that point, it started spreading out to either side, and did so for another two days. At this point, I noticed that the vine had finally started budding. Hanging from tightly coiled tendrils above my window were flower buds the size of softballs. At this time the vine had started some kind of growth out of the ground in front of its stem at about the same time the flower buds had started showing up.

It took almost a week from that point, but eventually it seemed to reach some kind of metamorphosis, and stopped growing. There were now about a dozen coiled tendrils with the flower buds hanging from above my window, and the growth at the base of the vine had gotten huge. It was at least three feet tall, and two feet wide. Unlike the rest of the vine, the growth was a bright pink, and was fairly soft to the touch, but was firm underneath. I checked it, and it was seamless, and firmly attached to the ground, so much so that I could not move it even a fraction of an inch. It was also strangely warm to the touch, though I figured it was just from the sun hitting it.

The day after the vine stopped growing, I started having vivid, indescribably erotic dreams that I could never remember. I always woke up in the morning with a massive erection, even seeming slightly larger then usual, though I figured it was simply from not getting laid in recent times. This went on for two nights, and on the third I woke in the middle of the night I woke up. For some reason, a strong, incredible smell was filling the room, which reminded me strongly of the best kind of musk a woman that was very ready for sex would emit from her pussy. It was the exact smell that was best suited to drive a man to his knees and eat the woman out for as long as she wished.

I was highly surprised to find such a smell permeating my room, and looked around for the source until I looked out my window. There, several of the flowers of the vine had opened and descended somewhat and where hanging right outside my open window. They were as wide as dinner plants and were white as snow, except in the middle where they were a dark pink color, and they had no feature other than a tiny hole in the middle. They were dripping nectar out of the hole that was giving off the powerful, intriguing scent. There was also pollen, invisible to me, floating upon the air. I reached out and pulled one to me, holding it near my face, and took a deep breath of the scent, even breathing so deeply as to accidentally get some of the nectar in my mouth.

As soon as the nectar hit my tongue I tasted something that was better than I could have possibly expected it to be. It was much like the taste of a woman's pussy in the best sense, but it was also almost sweet like honey and was invigorating and deeply intoxicating. Moments after it hit my tongue I felt a wave of heat spreading out from my mouth to my body. First it hit my head, leaving me feeling a kind of drunken high, and then it spread to the rest of my body. As it spread, my skin felt tingly and alive, and when it hit my cock, what before was just massive arousal became a nearly nymphomaniac desire to masturbate.

In fact, the urge was so strong I couldn't stop myself, so I had to run to the bathroom so I wouldn't accidentally cum all over my room. As soon as I got to the bathroom, the urge became physically impossible to resist and I immediately jacked off at lightning speed all over my tub. I came what seemed buckets of cum, over and over again, till I felt dizzy with the pleasure of it. When I finally finished, I felt drained, too tired to think properly, and staggered back to my room and collapsed onto my bed, immediately deeply asleep. Strangely, I managed to turn onto my back in my sleep, and kept stroking my cock, which hadn't gone soft at all; all the while the flowers stayed open at my window

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When I finally woke, I thought I'd just had another strange erotic dream, until I peeled my hand off of my cock, which was still sticky with last night's events. In fact, my cock was still rock hard, though I'd cum a massive amount last night. Unlike how I felt after I'd cum, I was strangely invigorated, much like I'd been before I masturbated but after I'd tasted the nectar. I looked out the window for the flowers, but found the tendrils had coiled again and the flower buds had shut tight.

Leaving my house and walking to the planter box to examine the vine, I found that unlike my earlier short term examination, I found that the vine was not the same as it had been the day before after all. Though the flower buds were in their earlier condition, the growth at the base of the vine had changed. It was still the same size, but the surface had changed into something else. At a bit below waist height, there was an indentation of three or four inches, and in the center of that was a hole a couple inches across. The hole was very slowly dripping a clear, viscous fluid, and it and the area directly surrounding it was a deep, almost blood red.

Touching the fluid to my fingers, and bringing it to my nose, I found it to be unlike the nectar. It was not quite sweet smelling, but was rather almost tart, and made the blood vessels in my skin where it touched constrict slightly. Curious, I decided to taste it, and similar to the nectar it was highly invigorating. In fact, it made me highly aroused; enough that I decided to go inside and relieve myself. For some reason, though I was aroused enough that I really wanted to cum, I found myself unable to do so. I received pleasure, but I could not achieve orgasm.

I figured it was because I was mentally tired of masturbating, and when night rolled around I decided to go into the nearby town and find a sexy lady to enjoy the company of. Luck was with me when I hit the bar; I was able to find a very beautiful brunette named Lily who was almost as eager as me to go at it. After I'd told her my name was Mike, we chatted for a while, but it didn't take long for us to move our activities to the privacy of her apartment. Almost as soon as we were in the door we were nearly ripping each other's clothes off, and we headed straight to her bedroom in between passionate bouts of kissing.

Backing up to her bed, leading me the whole while, she laid herself upon the mattress and opened her legs to my hungry eyes. Fortunately, she was shaved below, as I was a gentleman and always ate a lady out to at least one orgasm before the main course, and I hated a hairy pussy. She was already very wet, and that only increased as I gently started kissing my way round her pussy. I nibbled gently on her labia before sucking her clit into my mouth. I sucked on it a bit before driving my tongue deeply in her for a few moments, then went back to sucking on her clit. This started to drive her wild, and she was building up to a nice looking climax. I helped push her over by suddenly driving a pair of crossed fingers into her, which caused her to clamp her legs tightly onto my face as she gushed all over me.

After she calmed down a bit from her orgasm, and unclamped her legs from my face, she pulled me up her body and kissed me hard, even going so far as to lick her juices from my mouth. She then reached down to guide my rock hard cock into her wet, tight pussy. I teased her for a bit, only rubbing the head of my cock long her dripping wet slit, but soon enough I slid gently but firmly into her pussy, pushing my cock in until I was all the way in. It didn't take long before we'd gotten to a strong, slow rhythm, pulling most of the way out, and then slamming all the way in. We kept this up until she was approaching another orgasm, then I sped up so that all you could hear were the quick slap-slap-slap of our frenzied fuck, until she arched her back and screamed out another orgasm.

At this point, I was wondering what was going on, since though I was feeling a great deal of pleasure, it was still not getting to orgasm. And the strangest thing was, the whole time I was fucking her, I kept having the image of the wet hole of the vine's growth pop into my head. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and it was making me feel nervous. To make things seem all right with my "date" we went at it for a third time and when she came I made it seem as if I did as well. When she asked about my stamina, and ability to hold off cumming for so long, I told her I'd trained my body to the point that I could hold it off until I wanted it. That taken care of, we fell asleep in her bed, my still hard cock lodged into her wet pussy from behind.

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The next morning found us still connected by my always-hard cock, and we had a quickie before she dropped me off at the bar to pick my car up so she could go to work. She did make sure to give me her number, and made me promise that we'd hook up again, since she told me she hadn't had such a good fuck in a long time.

Instead of going straight home, I decided to stop by a clinic and have myself checked out. I had my blood drawn and a CT-scan done just to be safe. After getting my blood-work back, I was told by the doctor that there was nothing he could do to relieve my frustration. Apparently, he said some mysterious plant compound was in my blood, and it was causing my erection to never subside. He said there was the remains of another chemical in my blood that was from a compound that had degraded, and what was left over was going to cause me to be unable to orgasm until it wore off or I received more of the original compound.

He warned me to avoid it if possible, as it had unknown potential side effects that could be dangerous. He told me that I would just have to wait the several weeks for the secondary compound to wear away, and then I'd be able to orgasm again. He also told me that the first compound would also stay until the secondary compound wore off, as it was somehow maintaining it.

He also told me that there was evidence of higher than normal brainwave activity, and there was some kind of third compound somehow affecting the part of my brain that controlled sleep. He said that if I got more of the compound, there was no way to tell how it would affect the way I think, and even more how I would dream.

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After driving back home, I parked my car and dropped off my keys before going to the back and staring at the vine. It looked exactly as it had before, but I decided to follow the doctor's advice and stay away from it, or at least that was my plan.

Though I was constantly horny and couldn't get my erection to go away, I still managed to relax throughout the day. I paid my bills, I watched TV, and I caught up on some chores that had fallen behind. When the day was over, I went to bed, this time making sure my windows were shut.

That night, I was again plagued by the persistent, incredibly erotic dreams, though this time instead of sexy women each dream was somehow about the growth and its moist, warm hole. Halfway through the night, I woke up and looked around. I found that even though the windows were shut, the heady female arousal smell was still getting through. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the window to try to get more of the nectar that had made me orgasm so hard, even with the danger and knowledge that I wouldn't be able to orgasm when it wore off. Unfortunately, for some reason when I reached for the flower, it pulled away, the tendril it was attached to recoiling till it was out of reach. Frustrated, I reached for a different one, but to no avail. Each time I reached for one it pulled away from me.

I left the flowers alone for a few minutes, and watched as they descended and opened up again. Rushing at them to try to grab one, I was amazed as they all pulled up far faster than I could grab. Crying out in dismay, I slammed the window shut and went back to sleep, though it was a while before I could manage to do so.

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The next day, I went back to the vine to try to get at the flower, but when I stood up on a stool to reach for one, it uncoiled but upwards instead of downwards, pulling out of my reach. Next I tried a ladder, but each time I set it up a tendril without a flower would knock it over before I could begin climbing. Next, I climbed up from the other side of the house, but by the time I'd gotten there the tendrils had moved the flowers away from the house, and they would move away from my reach each time. I even tried to cut off one of the tendrils with a pair of sheers, but found that somehow the vine was even tougher than the steel tool was.

This went on for several days, the plant arousing me with the scent of the nectar during my sleep, somehow giving me dreams of the growth until I woke up, and each time not allowing me to gain access to the nectar. Waking up on the fourth day of being sexually tormented by dreams of the growth and the teasing scent of the nectar, I'd finally decided that enough was enough. Walking back to the vine, I took off all of my clothes, and slowly inserted my rock hard cock deep into the hole in the growth.

Immediately, with my cock surrounded by the hole's tight, hot warmth, being soaked with its strange lubrication, it became so hard it was almost painful, and engorged such that there was no way for me to pull it all the way out. As soon as I was all the way in, other tendrils of the vine wrapped around my wrists, ankles, and waist, chest, and even neck. It held me so that even if I was willing to risk the pain, there was no way I would be allowed to pull out. With no other choice, and with the pleasure so incredible anyway, I started pumping into the growth. It was so much tighter and hotter than any pussy I'd ever experienced, and not only was it wet enough to make my super engorged cock slide easily, it was massaging the length of it.
After a few minutes of pounding into the hole, I noticed that the tendrils holding the flowers were descending. Instead of going to my face, however, they started rubbing the nectar all over my body, which made my pleasure soar, though I was still not getting very close to orgasm. Then, I noticed that out of the leaves at face level something else was coming out. It was a much thicker tendril, holding a flower bud the size of a basketball. As it neared my face, it opened up into a massive blood red flower. This flower was almost flowing with the nectar, but it was not the same as the others. In the middle of the flower was a stamen, the female organ of flowers. It was half an inch across and as it neared me it appeared to be much longer than the part of it that was shown in the flower.

As it approached me, my fear was climbing; I felt another tendril touch at my asshole. It felt similar in size to what was in the middle of the giant flower, and it was dropping with some kind of lubricant that somehow was causing the muscles in my ass to loosen. It only had to press for a few seconds before the tip of the tendril was past my sphincter. The moment it was through, it shoved what felt like at least a foot into me.

This made me gasp out in surprise, which allowed the stamen to shove its way down my throat, deep into my stomach, and immediately start shooting forth-huge amounts of some extremely thick fluid that felt thicker than molasses. The tendril in my ass started shooting forth something that felt similar, though it felt like it was shooting a lot more of it. All the while the flower wrapped around my head and literally was drowning me in nectar. Though I couldn't breath, when I accidentally got the nectar into my lungs, something amazing happened.

Though it wasn't air, somehow it was giving me oxygen, easily enough to be fine, and the massive amount of the sexually charging compounds that went straight from my lungs into my blood made me lose control. I immediately started slamming hard into the growth, and I immediately started cumming so much harder than I ever had been before. And the best part was that once I started cumming, I didn't stop, it just kept increasing in intensity the longer it went on, so much so that all I could do is keep my cock pressed as deeply into the hole as it could go.

The pleasure was so intense that I stopped caring that the vine was raping both my mouth and ass. This went on for a solid two hours, which meant I was in one continuous orgasm for two whole hours without stop. I know for sure I would have been drooling in the first few minutes if my mouth hadn't been filled with nectar, and I know the nectar was the only thing keeping me from blacking out.

Eventually, the flower unclenched from my head, and withdrew the stamen from my stomach. The moment it was pulled all the way out of my mouth, the tendril pulled out of my ass, causing me to gasp, then immediately cough up the nectar and take a deep breath. Even then, though I wasn't being filled with nectar, I had so much in me already that I continued to orgasm for another half hour. Then the hole in the growth suddenly opened up, and the vines holding me let me go, so that I staggered back from the vine. My mind was completely disordered and mostly black, enough so that the only coherent thought I could assemble was only barely enough to get me to barely make it to my bed, where I collapsed (though backwards, since I will still massively erect), where I fell straight asleep.

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When I finally woke up, I looked at my clock and was amazed to find I'd slept nearly 20 hours, and though my erection was still huge, and actually bigger than when I'd stuffed it into the hole, I was feeling great. I tried to make myself breakfast, but I found I wasn't hungry in the slightest, and only wanted water. I was still incredibly aroused, but I was satisfied enough by the two and a half hour orgasm! I did nothing except lay down and doze, and did that till it was evening, and then I went back to sleep.

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I woke the next day, not noticing that the flowers hadn't tormented me during my sleep, but found I was feeling odd. My erection was still as hard as ever, but I found that most of my body was sore, and felt almost like when you experience growing pains as a child. It was most pronounced in my hips and nipples for some reason, but I figured that it was from being held by the vine and the massive sexual session.

Again, I couldn't make myself want to eat anything, but I did drink plenty more water. Though I wasn't hungry, I did feel drained, and my arousal was even more pronounced than before. I was even feeling a kind of headache, kind of like when you are hung over, or perhaps like you are in withdrawal. I figured it was mostly from all the weird chemicals messing with my chemistry, but I was kind of alarmed about not wanting to eat anything. For some reason, I felt reluctant to drive to town to speak to the doctor.

I did decide to call my "date" from the earlier night though, as I thought I wanted company. It turned out she had the day off, and after I'd promised to make her dinner if she came over, our next date was sealed. Later in the evening, she arrived, clad in a sexy black evening gown, and we kissed lightly before I showed her to a nicely set dinner table. We each enjoyed a fine dish of ravioli and wine, and though I ate, it didn't settle completely well.

Afterwards, we danced a bit to get into the mood, and then I led her to my room, where she dropped her dress to show she was wearing nothing underneath, which definitely got my attention. After laying her down, I ate her out to another delicious orgasm. It didn't take long for us to get our rhythm going again, and I fucked her to another couple of orgasms, though again I couldn't cum. We fell asleep with her still impaled on my ever-hard cock.

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The next morning, after a quickie, she said goodbye, but hoped that we'd do it again, and parted from me with a quick kiss on the lips.

This being the third night since I'd fucked the hole in the growth, I was feeling incredibly horny again, and I felt I really had to have an orgasm soon or I'd go crazy. I was still feeling drained, but I decided that the fuck would very likely energize me very well indeed.

Leaving my clothes in my room, I went back to the vine and approached the hole. Without preamble, I stuffed my cock deeply into the hole, which felt tighter, hotter, and wetter than before if possible, and felt my cock swell again. The vines very quickly restrained me again, but this time I struggled less, and watched as the massive flower approached my face, opening up and the stamen pointing at my mouth. Moments later, I felt the tendril push against my asshole again, but this time I unclenched the muscles myself, and felt it slide in, this time feeling kind of good, though I couldn't understand why it would. Again as soon as it was all the way in, the stamen shoved its way deep into my stomach, and the flower wrapped completely around my head, filling my mouth and lungs with nectar.

As soon as my lungs were filled, the stamen and the tendril in my ass started shooting their load into me, and I started fucking the hole in earnest. Shortly after I started my orgasm began again, and this time it was even stronger than last time. It only took a few seconds for my mind to become mostly blank, and all I could think of was fucking this incredible hole. This time I didn't even think about the stamen in my mouth or the tendril in my ass, I couldn't think of anything else but the pleasure.

My continuous orgasm went on this time for a solid three hours before the stamen and tendril were finished with me, and my orgasm lasted an hour after they pulled out. This time, like last time, all I could do was stagger to my bed and pass out on my back.

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When I finally woke up, I looked at my clock, and though it wasn't as bad as last time, I had certainly slept a lot longer than usual, since I went to bed shortly after noon and it was now eight in the morning. This time, when I stood up, I knew for sure something was wrong. Though my body wasn't as sore as it had been last time, it was definitely out of whack. I could tell for sure that my hips were slightly wider, and my nipples were much larger, and even being pushed out by two small mounds, and I was pretty sure my ass was a bit fuller than it'd ever been.

Feeling really worried, I decided to go check myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. When I arrived, I knew my worst fears were realized. Slowly, but surely, I was being feminized more each time after I'd slept after fucking the vine. I didn't know why, and really I couldn't care less, I was worried. Suddenly, I decided to check, and sure enough, my cock was still there, still huge and erect as it had been for over a week now. Strangely, though my balls felt heavier than usual, they were also being held tighter against my body than was usual, and I felt a somewhat unusual pressure underneath my lower abdomen, that couldn't be a good sign.

I decided right away to get help, but as I reached for the phone, something clouded my mind, and I couldn't remember why I wanted the phone. Once I backed away, and started walking another direction, suddenly thinking I was thirsty, I remembered what I had been doing. Stopping, and feeling nervous, I decided to drive instead of calling, and like with the phone, as soon as I got close to my keys, I suddenly decided I needed a hot shower to make me feel better. I even got as far as turning the water on before I realized what I'd been doing.

Worried, but not having anything better to do since I clearly was somehow being stopped from contacting the outside, I decided that a shower couldn't hurt, and I may as well clean up, since I hadn't bathed in days. Stepping into the warm water, I felt quite a bit better fairly quickly as the hot water cascaded over my body. It felt weird though, since my nipples were definitely more sensitive than they'd ever been, and so was my ass, which I found was bigger as I'd feared. Moreover, I also found that the water was washing all my body hair away, which I now noticed had been falling out ever since I'd woken up. Soaping my body, I found even more changes, that by themselves weren't large, but as a whole were a cause for concern.

First off, though I wasn't really any weaker, I could tell that a great deal of my muscles had changed. They were of the leaner, less defined variety found more commonly on a swimmer, and often the muscles sought by women looking to keep a toned, sleek physique. I also found that my tummy was far slimmer than it'd ever been, and my nice legs were lean and strong. Cupping my small breasts, and tweaking the nipples, I thought how nice it'll be when they get much larger, and I hoped that my ass would get fuller still, to go with my sexy widening hips. I also started shampooing my longer hair, which was lightening from my normal black to a light auburn; finally changing towards the sexy blond color I'd always wanted. Feeling my balls and my sack, I though how nice it'd be when they were gone and hopefully this annoying cock would go as well so I could get a nice pair of tight pants to go with my ripening figure, or maybe a skirt!

Catching myself, I was horrified at these thoughts that were coursing through my head, and I was able to stop them, but why were they there, and how did they get there? I was even more worried at the thoughts than the physical change, which I thought I could deal with if my mind stayed my own. Climbing out of the shower, and quickly drying off, I put on my boxers, which I found itchier than usual, and pulled on my jeans, which were alarmingly tight at the butt and hips, but were loose at the waist. Pulling on my tee shirt, and noting my nipples poking out, I moved to the living room to watch some TV, hoping something I normally liked would help me keep my mind normal, and hopefully this persistent headache would go away

Surfing through the channels, somehow I skipped over my favorite history channel shows and other shows featuring machinery and explosions, I found myself watching a fashion show. Seeing the sexy models walking down the catwalk wearing the season's stylish new clothing, I was jealous at how well the models filled out their outfits. Checking out a redhead's ass, I thought that mine will surely be nicer, and that though that brunette's face was very sexy, I figured I could top her easily. Watching a blond walk out dressed like a walking advertisement for hot, wet sex, I found myself thinking of making love to the vine again, which would certainly make me feel so very good. I found myself reaching for the door handle when I came to, and realized what I'd been thinking again.

I quickly ran to the bathroom, popped a couple of sleeping pills, and went straight to bed, quickly falling into a drug-induced dreamless sleep.

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Waking up the next morning, I found that my head was hurting so very bad, and when I went to the bathroom to take an aspirin, I found that the thought of the pills made me ill. I decided to go to the kitchen, and maybe if I could eat something I'd feel better, but the thought of food made me feel worse. All I could do was drink water, and even that didn't sit well. Every time I let my mind drift even for a second I found myself longing for the vine, and I had to stop myself several times from opening the door. After a few tries, I found myself at about ten AM at the door, and as much as I tried, I couldn't physically stop myself from opening the door, and walking to the vine, stripping the whole time.

I tried to stop, but I found myself slowly inserting my cock deep into the hole again, and feeling the wonderful sensation, I stopped resisting. I reasoned that something that feels this good just can't be bad, there just wasn't any way it could be. I saw the vines restraining me again, and I took this to mean why resist, I can't stop it, so I may as well enjoy it. When I saw the massive flower approaching me, instead of fearing it, I found myself craving it. And when I felt the tendril touch my asshole, instead of clenching it, I moaned as I unclenched my muscles. As the stamen touched my lips, instead of fighting, I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it, welcoming it home.

Even before my mouth was filled with nectar and my head wrapped, I was already slamming my hips into the growth, savoring the sensations from my cock, ass, and mouth as my lungs filled with nectar, and my orgasm began even before I felt the stamen and tendril sending their sweet loads deep into my welcoming body. This time, my orgasm started almost immediately, and I almost screamed my pleasure, and probably would have if my lungs hadn't been filled with the sweet nectar.

My orgasm lasted for almost five hours before the stamen and tendril pulled out, and I let out a soft mewl of disapproval as I felt them leave my body. I continued pumping into the hole as my orgasm continued for almost two hours, until I was finally finished. This time, when I pulled out, I bent over and kissed the growth, which pulsated strangely when my lips touched it. I walked serenely back to my bed and laid down, falling asleep with a satisfied smile upon my lips.

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I woke up the next morning feeling wonderful, and couldn't understand the strange thought that something was wrong and that I should feel worried. I figured it wasn't important, and cupped my nearly softball-sized breasts lovingly, teasing the sensitive nipples until they stood at attention. I trailed my lazy fingers down my sleek, toned tummy until they rested upon my massive erection. This brought me back to myself, and I cursed in frustrated anger and disappointment. I knew even more had changed, so I resignedly went to the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror.

I now looked almost completely different from myself, so much so that I had to look very hard to find any hints of my former life. For one, my breasts were an obvious sign, as I'd never had any as a guy, and now they were larger than I could hold in my hands, even larger than when I'd woken up, now they were a bit larger than the average softball, maybe even up to cantaloupe size. My tummy was deliciously toned and sleek, leading to my ample hips, and tight, supple ass, so very heart shaped, so very kissable and sexy. My legs were long, lean perfection that seemed to go on forever down to my sexy, petite feet. I had slender, graceful hands, and a perfect, slim neck. My face was like what supermodels dream of, with full kissable lips, perfect cheekbones, and sexy bright blue eyes, beneath a mane of thick, full, platinum blond hair. My only complain was the large, persistently erect cock above where my pussy seemed to be forming. At least my balls seemed to have disappeared, or at least are now drawn all the way into my body where they are out of sight.

Blinking, I remembered that all that is a bad thing. Damn it, I am almost one hundred percent woman, all that is left is my cock above where my balls used to be, where it looks as if a mound is forming, which my instincts tell me is what is supposed to be there, but which I know is not me thinking. Damn it, my head is starting to hurt again, and as far as I know there is only one thing that will cure it, and that is what will finish me off, or at least change me enough that I'll stop being me at all.

Looking around, I realize that I'm standing in front of the vine again, nude as has been usual. Sighing in resignation, I walk forward and stuff my cock into that hot, tight, wet heaven, and feel it swell up wonderfully. I feel the vines tenderly hold me, not restraining me any more since there is no place I'd rather be than making love with my sweet vine. I see my favorite flower approach my face, opening up to show me the tasty stamen approaching my eager lips, which are pursed is anticipation. I feel the wonderful tendril gently filling my sexy ass, slowly pushing inch after wonderful inch in, until there is at least a food of hard, thick heaven up my ass. I lean forward and take the stamen in my mouth sucking it slightly, opening up my throat and encouraging it to slip deeply into me. I feel those wonderful, nectar laden petals surrounding my face, filling me with the life and pleasure giving ambrosia, letting it give me the air I need, the sweet, sweet juice that makes life worthwhile.

Even before I start thrusting, I start having the orgasm my body has been craving, and I fell so very wonderful as the stamen and tendril start giving me what my body needs to finish becoming who I was meant to be. I start pumping vigorously, feeling heaven surrounding my cock, pulling it into where it is meant to be. My wonderful orgasm keeps going for a time stopping six hours of bliss, but then something happens I wasn't expecting.

I feel a thick, hard, bulbous headed tendril push gently against my dripping wet pussy, feel it moving up and down my hungry slit. I feel it gently push in, the head parting my nether lips in a way that I've been wanting for longer than I can remember. I feel the thick, iron hard shaft push in, inch after heavenly inch, until there is a full foot of the most wonderful thing in the world in me. Suddenly, it starts sending in load after load of a thick, warm fluid that fills me with happiness beyond words. My pleasure increases to a level beyond heaven, as I feel the shaft in my pussy become thicker, and start pushing deeper, at the same time as pressure waves start coming out of my cock.

I feel the shaft push its way deep into my womb, where it starts to push out something big, that feels warm and wonderful, I feel it somehow bonding with my womb. As it finally finishes depositing its load, I feel a blinding flash of pleasure from my cock as the stamen, and both tendrils recede from me, leaving me feeling somehow empty. I stagger back, only then realizing what has happened, my cock, the last trace of my former maleness, is finally gone, leaving only my sexy dripping pussy. Walking away from the vine with a satisfied feeling coming from every part of my body, I finally manage to stumble to my bed, were for the first time in weeks, I fall down on my front, and fall deeply asleep.
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Waking up from a stirring in my womb, I open my eyes and look between my full, heavy breasts to see my clitoris swelling outward slightly. Wondering what is happening, I reach out and rub it slightly, feeling a strange pleasure that is somehow similar to something I can't remember and somehow completely different from anything I've ever felt before. Before I can examine it thoroughly, I feel a summons from the vine, and I know that I need to see what it needs from me, and I hope that it will feed me again.

Arriving at the vine, I find that the growth, that has been there for a long time, unchanged, has finally become something else. Instead of the tall mound with a hole in it, I now find it to be kind of a cross between a saddle and a chair. The growth has increased in width away from the stem of the vine, but become narrower to the sides. Its top is now at four feet on the side away from the stem, and at three feet wide. As it goes down, it forms a saddle like seat that is fairly narrow, and goes up on the stem side again to a height of three feet. It now has two holes in the saddle section, and one in the side towards the stem. It also has three large holes on the high section towards the stem. And lastly, though the tendrils with the flowers appear to be gone, the whole growth has what appears to be the outside of a flower bud around it, mostly buried.

Knowing what is expected of me, I gently lower myself onto the saddle section, and feel wonderful, thick tendrils enter me gently, arousing me with their nectar coating. I look down when I feel my clit twitch at the stimulation, and then I see it do something I wasn't expecting. I see that from within my body what I thought to be my clit is actually a massive, thick cock, though unlike anything I've ever seen. The shaft is thicker than mine ever was, at least two inches, and the almost neon green of the vine's stems. The head is the almost aqua color of the leaves, and it is almost half an inch thicker than the shaft. My strange cock is immediately sucked into the hole waiting in front of it, and I feel my pleasure increase even further.

From the two large holes on the outside, small tendrils quickly pull out and latch onto my nipples, and start sucking and pinching them in the most wonderful way. Soon after they are latched onto, much larger tendrils come out of the big holes, tipped with the massive flower, out of which the smaller tendrils came. The flowers open up and surround my breasts, applying the most wonderful sucking and massaging sensation to both of them, simultaneously. Looking at the middle hole, I'm not disappointed to see another massive flower tendril approach my face, opening up to show me the massive flower and its tasty stamen I've been waiting for.

Opening my mouth, and moaning slightly, I greedily suck it down as the flower covers my head. I now feel rather than see the gigantic flower bud closing over the whole growth, and I can feel it filling with nectar. As my entire body is covered with nectar, from head to toe, the tendrils in my ass and pussy start moving in and out, filling me with their wonderful loads, while the front section of the growth sucks my new, sensitive green cock. The stamen in my mouth does likewise, while my breasts are being given the heavenly treatment, which causes me to start my first female orgasm. The bliss is unimaginable, on an order of magnitude greater than my old male orgasms. I can't begin to describe the wonder that my body was assaulted with. The orgasm goes on, and on, for hours, through the night, to the next day, to the next night, until time loses all meaning to me.

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Many, many hours later, I feel the tendrils releasing the various parts of my body as the gigantic flower bud lowers and absorbs the nectar within it. I stand up, somehow not tired, not sore, just wonderfully energized and satisfied. I feel so very wonderful, as if there is nothing in the world that can go wrong. I wonder why the vine released me, when I hear the doorbell. I assume that is what got the vine to release me, to find out what is bothering us, and perhaps do something about it. Not bothering to get dressed, still dripping with nectar and with my new green cock pointing the way until halfway there I retract it without a thought, I open the door.

Standing there is Lily, who is greatly shocked to find a dripping wet woman of unimaginable beauty. As she opens her mouth to speak, looking angry and shocked, I grab her and pull her in for a kiss. As my nectar covered mouth makes contact with her, and my tongue pushes a health dollop into her mouth, the anger, shock, and even any coherent thought leaves her, as she gives into the kiss, and starts kissing back hungrily. I gently lead her to my bedroom, helping her remove her silly clothes along the way. Pushing her gently back onto the bed, now in her sexy nudity, I make my thick, green cock sprout from the top of my sexy pussy.

Seeing her eyes widen, and seeing that she is about to change her mind, I gently but firmly stuff my cock deep into her pussy. As she gasps in pleasure, I capture her lips with mine, and proceed to fuck her deeply and thoroughly. Every thrust into her wet, receptive pussy, I shoot a load deep into her womb. After every load, I see her eyes glazing over more and more, losing her control. Picking her up, while still fucking her vigorously, I walk out the door to the vine. Knowing what will happen, the saddle had changed a bit, spreading out so that she could have pleasure as well.

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Sitting down, and feeling the tendril enter me, as I see it enter her, I tell her to be ready for heaven. She gasps as it enters her, and starts pumping load after load into her, from the sides come the tendrils with the massive flowers, which quickly cover and start making love to our breasts. After those, the ones with the tasty stamen come, and I greedily suck one down as another gently inserts itself into her. As I feel the gigantic blossom covering us both, and I plan on how best to spread the vine, I know that it is only a matter of time, until everyone joins us in heaven...