Dr. Lavery's Garden of Vore
By: HardPuc
Warning: This story contains certain imagery that some
readers may consider disturbing. Do not read any further if
you are under 18 years of age or would be offended by
reading about violent situations, M/M sex, Vore, or radical
body transformations.
"Yes," smirked Dr. Lavery, "I think you boys will do well
in my garden."
Jim, the younger of the two with sandy hair and a tight
gymnast build, smiled and nudged his partner, Tony, in the
ribs. It had been his idea to answer the ad, Jim having a
natural interest in plant life, and had heard whispers
about Dr. Lavery's experimental garden. Stories of plants
that existed nowhere else on Earth. He remembered the ad
now, WANTED: YOUNG MEN TO FEED AND WATER GARDEN...no
experience necessary. That and a phone number.
Tony asked, "What sort of garden is it?"
The gymnasium sized green house was cram filled with
varying species of plant. So much in fact that it seemed
they had wandered into a deep dark jungle. A soft mist
clung to the floor and Jim could barely see their feet.
Huge odd looking flowers gave off a deep musky scent.
"Oh, a very special garden with plants from all over the
world and a few unique breeds that I myself have
cultivated." Dr. Lavery glanced at his watch. "I must leave
you for the moment. Why don't you go explore, maybe prune
my Studeater, it's down that path just past the creek. I'll
see you for lunch." And with that, the famous biologist
left them.
Tony smiled wide. "I think I'm going to like this gig.
Thanks for bringing me along."He squeezed Jim's shoulder
with one of his huge hairy mitts and then patted him on the
back.
"No problem. On a job like this, it helps to have some
muscle to move shit around. Gardening's hard work," said
Jim. To himself he thought, I wish I had your muscles. Jim
admired Tony's physique.
Tony, an ex-football player at college, weighed 200 pounds
of solid muscle and he wasn't a shaved showoff about it
either. No, he was just a regular joe with lucky genes.
Some just grew that way. Plus, he was a hard worker. That's
what Tony kept reminding himself, I hire him cause he works
hard...it has nothing to do with his looks. Why had that
even occurred to him? he dismissed the thought.
They each picked up a pair of hedge clippers and set off
down the path Dr. Lavery had pointed out. As the trail
wound about through the thick bush, the humidity increased
and the mist rose to their knees. It got very warm. One
forgot the glass panes of the ceiling above. Tony and Jim
were in another world exploring some primeval forest. They
could hear the creek gurgling close but could not seem to
find it. They came upon a fork in the path, decided to keep
together and went toward the sounds of running water but
that path twisted still deeper into the undergrowth and
soon they were lost.
Sweat soaked through their T-shirts, so they both stripped
to their waists. Jim tried not to stare at Tony's thickly
muscled body but it was hard not to follow the trace of
black hair that covered his beefy pectorals and lead down
past his six pack abs to the top of his pants. Jim felt his
dick grow heavier and pulled his eyes away from his
partner.
"C'mon, let's try this path," said Jim, leading the way so
as not to stare at Tony's wonderfully wide, tanned back and
supple ass. Tony grunted and followed his partner where
they presently came upon a clearing of the oddest flower
patch either had ever seen.
Blossoms of varying color and size, all the same shape
though, filled the meadow.
"What sort of flowers are these?" asked Tony.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know. Must be one of Dr.
Lavery's hybrids" said Jim. "It sort of looks like an
orchard."
Tony stood close to Jim and, locking eyes with him, said,
"Look more like mouths, all opened and puckered, with their
tongues hanging out."
"Hey, you’re right," Jim laughed but, try as he might, he
could not break eye contact. Something was happening
between the two of them, something unnatural.
Tony looked away easily and sniffed at the air. "You smell
that?" he asked. It was a heady aroma, masculine, that was
strangely pleasant, almost intoxicating.
Jim answered "Yeah, I do. It smells like your armpit." Tony
gave Jim a slow lingering gaze, seemingly taking him all
in. Then he flexed his bicep and gave himself a whiff.
"Mmm...you’re right. Want to compare?" And with that he
grabbed the back of Jim's head and buried his face in his
hairy armpit. "Drink it in." he whisper in a low, deep
voice. Jim almost came in his pants. What's wrong with me,
he thought? Tony and I are friends. We work together. We're
drinking buddies. We've been on double dates together.
WE'RE STRAIGHT! Still, he thought, I could nest in that
pit.
Again Tony broke away. "It's coming from these flowers," he
said. He bent down, teasing Jim with a fine view of his
denim clad ass, and inspected a blossom.
Collecting at the bottom of each cup were little pools of
sweet nectar. Jim could almost make out the vapors it gave
off as Tony inhaled them in. Tony stood up and had the most
awesome bulge in his pants that he found increasingly
uncomfortable. Jim, in almost a trance, reached out and
gently squeezed the swell in Tony's pants. Before he could
object, Tony found himself pressing his lips to Jim's open
mouth. Their clothes quickly ripped away and their naked
bodies embraced. Tony's massive arms wrapped around Jim's
smooth waist and hoisted him close. Slow kisses followed as
their tongues explored each other's mouths whilst hips and
thighs ground, their bodies gleamed with salty sweat.
The flowers all began to slowly turn toward them as if they
were the Sun. Nectar juiced and dripped from the petals.
The buds began to pucker and inch closer to the couple,
attracted by the heat and animal scent they radiated. The
flora opened wider and in some a withering stigma stretched
out from their center.
The light rustle of vines, as soft as silk ribbon,
delicately encircled their limbs but neither Jim nor Tony
took notice, so intoxicated were they. One vine wrapped
itself gently around Tony's hard cock and then around his
meaty balls till it formed a sort of cockring. It tightened
and Tony's dick swelled larger and beet red. He moaned with
pleasure, giving his cock a hard pump with his fist. Jim
dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around Tony's
throbbing tool, taking much of it in considering it was the
first time he'd ever sucked dick but his throat was relaxed
and he found satisfaction in Tony fucking his face. Jim's
palms glided over Tony's tree trunk thighs, who kept them
in a wide stance to keep his balance.
A small floret delicately clamped onto Tony's nipple while
another rose up to suckle at Jim's asshole. A probing
stigma explored deep with in him, massaging his prostate.
Jim ground his hips back to meet it and released Tony's
cock from his mouth to groan.
Still more rose up from the misty ground, larger ones. A
particularly fleshy bloom fastened itself onto Tony's rod,
closing over the entire shaft, while another swallowed up
his balls, gently pulling them downwards. Tony moaned and
ground out his hips to Jim but the vines had separated them
so that they could no longer touch. The vines were steadily
pulling Jim's legs wide, making it easier for the stigma to
extend deeper into his hole, while the whole of the flower
covered and rimmed his ass. The blossoms now made slight
slurping and sucking sounds that went unheard over the
men's cries of gratification. Jim opened his mouth to say
something but a flower clamped onto his mouth to tongue
kiss him quiet. Again he felt a stigma extend down his
throat.
Jim's eyes grew wide with panic as a giant Flower Head rose
up behind a withering Tony, who was pumping away, fucking a
flower that slid back and forth along the glistening length
of his swollen shaft. Vines encircled Tony's wrists, his
biceps popped and strained as they were forced behind his
back and held securely there. His chest heaved forward and
another floret fastened onto his other tit, seemingly
chewing at it. Tony's massive thighs were being bond
together, no match for the many vines that tightened around
them. His thickly muscled neck rolled his head back in
ecstasy, eyes shut to the danger looming over him. Jim's
muffled screams went unheard as the giant flower opened
wide, revealing a brilliant red center that simmered like
velvet. Sweet intoxicating nectar drooled off its scarlet
petals, showering Tony's strapping physique but still he
took no notice. His pumping hips grew faster, his dimpled
muscled ass clenched rock solid and he roared as he came,
hot semen spilling out the sides of the flower that still
sucked him greedily.
The monster Flower Head closed over Tony, like the mouth of
a child over a lollipop, sealing all but his feet inside. A
great struggle ensued as he mightily fought against his
fate. Jim lost hope as Tony's feet were slowly sucked
inside till it had all of him. Then the great flower seemed
to exhale and tighten its grip on its prey. Tony's body,
every beautiful muscle, every facial feature, his six pack
stomach, even his thick cock was clearly outlined along the
petal's surface. He continued to wrestle for every now and
then, a jerk would ripple the surface. Tony's muscled
outline faded slowly away as he was devoured and consumed.
With a loud sigh, the giant flower again opened wide,
exhaling the last of Tony's man smell into Jim's face.
Jim's cock was rock hard despite himself. He grit his teeth
and fought for his life against the entangling vines. A
flower bud came sniffing toward his crotch but he batted it
away with his stiffened dick. More rose up to take its
place.
Dr. Lavery stepped into view on the far side of the flower
patch. He looked pleased. "You boys are doing marvelous,"
he said.
Oxygen was wheezing past Jim's flaring nostrils, for his
mouth was still gagged with a flower. Jim strained and
yanked his asshole free from its probing stigma but it had
left something behind. He could feel something racing
through his body, transforming his very cells as it went.
He had been raped and impregnated by a plant.
"Jim, I believe," Dr. Lavery continued, "I see my lovely
flora has chosen to pollinate you. Such an honor. You will
make a wonderful addition to my garden."
Even as the doctor spoke Jim felt the change within him.
His strength doubled and he ripped free his mouth but not
before the stigma had deposited something deep down his
throat. He felt the pollen surge through his body, merging
a new organism with his own. He howled as his smooth,
college boy physique began to alter. Still on his knees, he
felt them sink below the ground. His asshole stretched and
widened, forming a slight pool that fill with musky nectar
that he himself was secreting. Small clustered seedlings
snaked out his anus, waiting for growth and the Sun's sweet
kiss to make them bloom. Jim's head contorted inside out,
bringing such pleasure to his twisting nerve endings, his
lips stretched out and spread, two feet, three feet, five
feet! They chapped and split into petals and became an
enormous Flower Head. The last of his come exploded out his
dick, fertilizing the soil with his own seed. Then Jim
plunged his changing cock down deep, burying it in the dirt
where it grew and spread his roots, still deeper into the
black earth. His rib cage sank over it, protecting his
heart and rootbase.
It sighed, the change complete. It was no longer Jim but a
new breed of plant. A hardy creature that would survive a
long, long time provided the right growing conditions. And
was fed right.
Dr. Lavery admired his garden and said, "Yes, you boys did
very well, indeed."
THE END