You jump awake, eyes suddenly wide - wait, you've done this before!
You blink, gasping at the recollection of your fingers and thumbs gently pressing your nipples, creating a sudden rush of sensation so intense you, you - you fainted? You don't feel like you fainted, you feel wide awake, more so with every breath you take. The air smells sweet, chemically so, a slightly saccharine acidity filling your nostrils, each breath in coursing electric energy through your mind.
You look down, and see before you the bulb-ended tendril, still open like a pink flower. But instead of spitting green neurotoxin or pink chemicals, it's breathing out a thick, golden-orange mist, tendrils of it wafting up and into your nostrils and rousing you to full alertness with its sweet scent.
Without thinking you swipe at it, the tendril darting back out of reach. Your heart is hammering, as much from panic as from the effects of the new chemical. Everything looks a little brighter and sharper, your eyes wide awake and whole body tingling with keen alertness - and the bulb seems satisfied with this, staying coiled overhead, furling back together with a last wisp of smoke.
You're so fixated on the bulb, dreading what new chemical torment it'll bring, that you don't notice the two other tendrils reaching around your sides.
"GHAAAA!" you cry out, arching fiercely into the familiar cradling of your breasts. Your hands reach out to grab the bulb around you, skittering across it, your palms still too sensitive to touch - your hands... you realize that you're not the one holding your breasts.
You look down, seeing two purple tendrils reached around your sides, their ends lighting to pink and flaring out into fleshy, rounded leaves, each about the size of a hand. And like your two hands did, the fleshy leaves cup your breasts, contracting to squeeze another moan out of you, and another, making you whimper a little as they let go. You gasp lightly as they touch their tips to your skin again, dragging their touch in slow, tingling circles around your breasts, feeling just like - just like when you touched them. It's doing exactly what you did before, the leaves mimicking your hands as they cup you again, their fleshy sides collecting inwards until they're holding just your nipples.
Oh no.
Gently, they pinch.
"NYAAAHA!" You're breathing heavily up at the sky, your back fully arched, heart pounding against the aftershocks of the feeling. They pinch again, and again you cry out, the sharp pleasure rushing into your chest, your heart thumping against it, and against the ache that rushes back in to its place, your hard nipples no sooner touched than filling with a need to be touched again. A need that turns to pure bliss as they're pinched once more.
"AAA, AAAAHA" you cry in time with each squeeze, falling forward the instant the leaves let you go. Your hands barely catch you, trying not to touch the bulb too firmly as you hold yourself weakly upright. You're panting, your eyes wide and alert - you didn't faint. Unlike before, where the first touch of your nipples was more than you could take, now the lingering effects of the orange smoke keep you wide awake and conscious, able to experience more pleasure than you thought possible. And its only touching your breasts!
You see and feel the leaves cupping your breasts again, drawing steady moans from you as they squeeze and move in blissful circles. Then they hold them again, cupping and holding them upwards ever so slightly, your nipples aching with need. What is it waiting for? Then you see two more tendrils closing in, their pink ends bulging delicately into small, round lips, glistening wetly as they approach. Hey, wait - your hands reach up too late. The tendrils sink onto your nipples, sucking you inside.
"AAAHAAAA!" you scream, the ache in your nipples rushing into the hot wetness and coming back feeling so radiantly good. It's so intense, feeling like a first kiss so long dreamed of, so sudden and so overwhelming it doesn't seem real! They suck again and you cry out, your hands gripping the tendrils, pulling at them, barely able to gain purchase between their slick surface and your oversensitive palms, pulling all the same before they - they suck harder to stay on.
"GHAAA!" your fingers fly apart, the feeling more than you can control, even more so as the leaves firmly squeeze your breasts, circling their blissful pleasure around the hot, intense feeling of the sucking tendrils. Each suck feels better than the last, the pleasure lingering in your breasts, circled and squeezed there by the leaves, then redoubled as the tendrils suck again. You can feel it building, each suck felt all the way down your arching spine, past your secured waist, down into your trapped lower half, where each new suck sends shivers down and deep inside of you.
You feel an incredible heat there, radiating around an aching emptiness, felt all the clearer for the sharp tingling awareness of your clitoris right above it. You're so fucking horny right now!
Then something kisses between your legs.
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