Little Flower🌷
You've been lost in the woods for ages, shoving through bramble in a desperate attempt to climb out. Hoping that the other side will lead you to the exit... despite the fact that it hasn't every other time you've tried. Tears stream down your face as thorns leave kisses across your skin. You finally see shines of light, and when you push through the brush, you fall.
Down a small cliff you tumble, shielding your face before you land far below. When you raise your head it's a forest of flowers. Garden beds as far as you can see, roses and hibiscus, blossoms in the trees... The scent of honey carries in the air. Ropes of ivy gently push you to your feet, caressing your skin, treating you gently. You turn, and discover a naked woman made entirely of pink and green petals. She approaches, taking your hands into hers as she investigates your wounds.
In an instant she's rubbing sap along your skin, healing your injuries in seconds before she begins offering you a chute filled with water. You drink... and it's delicious. A sweetness unlike anything you've ever had before, and it leaves you insatiable once it's empty. Your thoughts are quickly muddled, the sweetness becoming your primary focus. Before you realize it, she lies you down in her field of flowers, feeding you berries and grapes whilst she pets your hair, cooing and chittering softly. She straddles you, tracing her soft fingers all along your body, before peeling away your dirty and torn clothes.
Your mind grows fuzzy, the sweetness invading your brain, spreading and covering it like a thick coat of slime. The smells, the sights, the tastes, it's like your thoughts are melting like sugar in water. Heat rises within you as you feel your loins begin to stiffen. Though the flower woman does not speak, you can hear her in your head. "That's right, my little flower, just let the water work it's magic. Listen to my voice, obey my words." She's intoxicating, leaving you panting. All you want to do is hear her, all you want to do is whatever she says.
She has you bare in moments, your garments stripped away and consumed by grass. Ivy vines then wrap around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place. "You're so good for me, just sink deeper, let the sweetness bring you peace- bring you pleasure. Let me take care of you, my little flower." She lowers a hand whilst she hums, wrapping her hand around your most tenderest of flesh before beginning to stroke. All you can do is buck your hips as you feel your mind falling away, the walls crumbling as you sink. Deeper and deeper, fucking yourself into her hand a she giggles. "Good job, my little flower. So eager, so obedient."
You feel yourself unraveling, your mouth salivating. Your mind is starting to feel like honey, malleable and liquid, warm and soft. The flower woman grins, pumping you faster, bringing you so close to heaven before she lowers herself onto you. Her cunt takes you in, swallowing all of your length before she begins to grind against your hips. It's so warm and soft, pulsating around you. You aren't going to last long.
"Can you keep being good, little flower? Can you hold on for me? Let me harness your pleasure and absorb your sweetness? Yess, that's right. Just sink deeper, just lock your mind behind my command." She moans before planting a kiss on your lips. Her grinding shifts as her pelvis moves to rise and fall, riding you gently. You begin to drool, losing control of your will and body as your head grows empty. All that there is within you is sweetness, gooey and delectable.
The flower woman's pace quickens, her soft touches hardening with need. Her ass slaps against your hips as she uses you to fuck herself. Your sounds echo all throughout the garden for anyone to hear. You feel the grass beneath you begin to grow around your limbs, almost as if you've been lying here for months, but the thoughts fall away as the sweetness pulls you back in. You don't need to pay attention to that anyway, your mind belongs to the flower woman, your sweet brain is hers. Pressure and tension is rising within you, nearly at it's breaking point as you tremble beneath her. You're going to burst. However she continues riding, and you find yourself unable to spill over the edge even though it's right there.
Her pussy is so warm around you, sucking you as if it's a second mouth. You need to cum, you need to fill her pretty womb, become part of her and tie your soul to her- but just as your hands are binded by vines, your silly little head is binded by sweetness. You couldn't cum even if you wanted to, and somehow that makes you sink deeper. She has so much control over you know, you're her sweet little servant who will cater to every need now. You belong to her...
You don't know how long your hips have been wildly thrusting into her, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let her steal your pleasure. She feels so good, the best you've ever had. You need this, you need her.
Her petals are flushing, and even her composure is beginning to unravel. She's getting close- you, her little flower, are gonna make her cum. That thought only tightens her control, her will wrapping around your neck like a dog on a leash. Her pace is quickening, her tounge is lolling out of her mouth- her eyes are glazing over. It feels so good to please the flower woman, it feels so good to be hers.
"Release yourself, my little flower. I command you to pollinate me, spread your seed, fill me up, make your goddess feel good." She whines, desperate and frantic as your hips slam into her. It's as if she snapped her fingers and your body reacted. There's no thoughts behind your pretty little gaze as you blow your load into her, your thrusts become sloppy and your rhythm breaks as she moans and clenches around you. Her heart is fluttering, you can feel it in your soul. Your fluids mix as she continues to fuck you, milking you of every last drop as grass continues to grow around your form. Fuck it feels so good to obey, to be her little flower.
Your hips slow as she catches her breath, smiling and humming to herself as her hands trace along your skin, finally coming back down to earth in the glow of aftermath. Her hips slow to a grind, embracing the stickiness binding you two together. You pant in the grass, hot and sweaty, staring at her as your vision blurs. Your brain remains sweet, melted, pliable, and viscous. Your thoughts are gone, on standby as you await the next command- but as she raises herself off of you, you realize what that next order already is. She's massive compared to you now, towering like a tree as you shrink, the grass becoming just as tall as you.
"Such a good little flower, I hope you like the garden. Now bloom nice and pretty for me."
//Inspired off of that last ask, this isn't exclusively trans but I did think that I should try a story featuring different a POV's genitalia Hope you enjoyed.//
