Flower

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Aven struggles in the bonds surrounding him, the vines as they curl and curve around his shoulders, around his neck, coiling around his breast, his belly. His pecs stick out with the pressure, his nipples feeling unusually sensitive as he breathes in more of the shimmering silver pollen that swirls on the air before his eyes.

The apothecary had said they would respond more aggressively if you struggled, and they do, coil around him very tightly as he shifts and moves in his place. When the first tip of the vine sinks into his arse, slick and immediate and pressing so deep into him he can’t believe it for a second, even though this is the point, even though he knew —

Aven can feel the apothecary’s eyes on him as the vines pull at his wrists and ankles and spread him wider against the wall, at the same time the two tentacles sink further into him, writhing as they find their way into his guts and at the same time thicken wider, another of them curling around his cock and squeezing at it, pulling at him. His skin is throbbing more and more, hot all over, even before two of them grasp his nipples and tug on each of them, pulling them out more. It’s making his chest throb, and he can feel his chest swelling, feel the skin stretching as his pecs plump up into tits.