A new meaning for ‘creeping’ plants.

A chill of sorts had run up Allen’s back, what with the girlish laughter in the background, and all these tall flower petals exciting his tiny penis. Try as he might to keep his smooth legs, cute bum, or fun-size package from brushing against the flora surrounding him, the femboy found himself only wandering into more touches… and the giggles were getting louder, almost as if those women were upon him.

Shuddering in embarrassment (and more than a little arousal) Allen had decided not to risk getting any closer to those chortling girls without a stitch to hide his semi-turgid little willy, and ran in the opposite direction— back whence he came through the flowered clearing. Unfortunately for this blushing boy, a leaf snagged firmly around his ankle stopped him mid-stride, and held his dainty body in place as yet another flower petal brushed across his shrimpy little cock and bollocks.

Allen yelped aloud as the petal seemed to actually grope his tumescent member, and just as that simpering cry left his mouth, the field around him erupted with laughter and giggles. He still couldn’t see a soul about, but voices filled the clearing regardless, “Oh my goodness, it looks like we’ve caught ourselves a cute little one, haven’t we, Geranium?”

“Indeed we ‘ave, Azalea! Hahaha! Lookit how adorable that tiny willy ‘e’s got is!”

A stem wrapped up Allen’s left wrist, and another leaf seemed to fondle his bubbly, round ass as the mortified young man called out, “H-hello there? Where are you ladies? W-why are you all hiding?”

“Ahahaha! This sweet little tart thinks we’re hiding, Poppy! Guess it’s worked jolly well for us!”

And that’s when he noticed the grinning—almost drooling—face on the oversized daisy just a couple feet away from his ensnared, naked body. These flowers… they were alive! And they were all fondling him too! The leaves on his dick just a second back were no coincidence! He tried to sprint away, but his right leg was thoroughly groped by a creeping root; until it quite nearly touched the base of his package.

“Teehee! Looks like our darling new toy’s finally found us out!” A matronly voice giggled as Allen’s final free limb was trapped in a coiled vine. The embarrassed nude boy was lifted clear off the undergrowth, and could see the devilishly beaming faces of the entire field of flower women as their petals all came in for a ‘frontal ****’. A giggle came from his mouth when leafs tickled across his bare skin, but that giggle turned into a loud moan as the rose petals stimulated his tiny, stiff dick.

“Ooaahh… h-hey, let me down! D-don’t touch me where I’m sense—ughhh—sensitive!”

“Heehee! I’m terribly sorry boy,” cooed the perverted Azalea as she cupped Allen’s balls in her leaf, “but groping, fondling and ogling adorable gentleman is what we Molesting Flowers live for!”

Molesting Flowers!? This was terribly worse of a dilemma than the blond boy had feared! He tried calling out to the fondling foliage beneath and around him, but anything other than a cry of pleasure was stamped out when a pair of these giggling women teased his oversensitive nipples.

Allen struggled hopelessly in their grasp, all his limbs and body ensnared while the giggling flowers stroked his teensy peen until it was stiffer than an oak sapling. He was at this giggling, groping geranium’s graces and un-granted mercy while the leaves and petals around him teased him so badly that a drooling smidgen of pre-cum leaked from his tip. An Azalea licked the morsel from his tiny dick, giggling as she savored the flavor of the boy caught in her bed.

Moaning loudly again as the velvet-soft tongue stroked across his undersized peen, Allen redoubled his resolve to break free from these Molesting Flowers. But try as he might, they had the shy little guy ensnared, embarrassed, fondled, aroused… and they cackled with glee as they dragged his naked body closer to their groping petals. His tiny penis was leaking a trail of pre-cum due to the pleasure he couldn’t help but voice, but his efforts to break from the Azaleas’ grasping leaves seemed futile… these flowery girls were insatiable.