Anthony begins to blossom

Anthony felt really, really warm. His dick and balls, both of which were encompassed by red flowers, burned, but not in a bad way. His chest burned too, and itched like crazy. The itchy feeling was driving him nuts, especially since it felt as if it were coming from under his skin.

The vine thrust into Anthony's ass. The boy let out a soft moan that sounded strange to his ears. It was way too high. Sure, Anthony didn't have the deepest voice. Oftentimes, he felt as if puberty had passed him by. Still, his voice wasn't that soft, was it? Christ, he sounded like a girl!

The vine thrust again and Anthony moaned again. It wasn't a moan of pain. The pain had long since disappeared, replaced with an oddly pleasant fullness.

Anthony's mind began to wander. He thought of Bonnie. Sweet, sweet Bonnie. God, he wanted to kiss her. He was sure she tasted as good as she smelled. Vanilla and mint and cream. Goddamn, Bonnie smelled like a full bakery.

The flowers attached to Anthony's body glowed as a surge of arousal washed over the young man.

Anthony's thoughts drifted to Mack. Recently, Mack had taken a weightlifting class and it showed. Anthony had begun to feel jealous of his friend's new muscles. Now Anthony thought of the boy's bulging biceps and broad shoulders and felt a forbidden tingle of pleasure.

What the hell? I can't possibly feel that way about Mack.

However, the more Anthony thought about Mack's new physique, the more aroused he got. He began to grind his shrinking penis against the flower that held it. More small, girly moans escaped his lips as his weird, forbidden desires took him over.

Mack was bigger, but still not as big as Buck. Jesus, that guy was an asshole. A hot asshole. He had those huge biceps that seemed to be ripped straight from the pages of a comic book. Anthony wondered how big Buck's dick was.

What the fuck? Why does it matter how big his dick is?

The flowers sensed that Anthony was fighting against them and responded by pumping more of their essence into him. Anthony squealed as he suddenly imagined Buck pumping that monster cock into him. The thought made him deliriously horny for some godforsaken reason.

Steadily, Anthony began to change. What little facial and body hair he possessed fell off of him as his skin became soft as silk. His butt cheeks started to swell around the invading vine, growing plumper while his hips widened.

The thrusts grew faster now, as did the flowery ministrations on Anthony's cock, which was now considerably smaller than it had been a half hour prior. The boy mewled and whimpered, his voice soft and feminine. It felt good to be taken from behind. It made him feel desired.

Oh God, this feels so weird! I love it!

Anthony imagined Buck fucking him from behind while he licked Bonnie's pussy. He imagined her musky scent and horny moans. He imagined the hot surge as Buck came inside of him.

I'm so fucked up!

The changes to Anthony's body began to accelerate. His insides began to shift as organs transformed and reshaped themselves. A hollow sensation opened in his core. In that space, Anthony imagined a point of limitless potential. The blessing of motherhood, the capacity to carry new life, was steadily being pumped into the young man.

With each passing minute, Anthony became less and less recognizable. His chest began to swell outwards, developing into a lovely pair of breasts. His lips plumped up. The bones of his face reshaped to give him softer, sweeter features. His dick shrank even more, paradoxically growing more sensitive as it decreased in size.

Within the protective confines of the cocoon, Anthony's femininity blossomed like a crimson rose. His desire burned like a flame. A new goddess was about to be born.