Symbiosis

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.