You are too engaged with the lovely flavor and texture of her nipple-nectar to break away and taste her loins. You are content to feed on the nectar of her breast, anyways.
As you press your face against her breast in your efforts to probe deeper into the well of her nectar, the blossom of her nipple begins to loosen. The soft, wet petals unfold and accept your head. Inside, you find that her crisp, green body is filled to the brim with sweet, sticky nectar.
As the woman’s petals gently tug and coax your head into her breast, a small spark of instinctual panic fires in the back of your mind. Thick wet petals, like tongues, forcing you into this strange woman’s body... a warm, humid chamber of flesh, smothering you, robbing you of oxygen... the plant-woman’s breast is swallowing you whole.
You try to fight, but it is too late. Her nectar has made you sluggish and weak, and your struggles do no more than stimulate her carnivaurous nipple and bring a tinge of pink blush to her bright, green cheek. Her huge bossom pumps and sucks on your body as it draws you further and further into her chest. Soon, your feet vanish between the tender petals of her nipple, and like a drunken fly plummeting into a pitcher-plant, you fall into the plant-woman’s belly.
The plant-woman lays back, cradles her massive stomach, and belches. “Mmm... tasty, little snack. You’ll make a rich fertilizer for my breasts... but for now, enjoy bathing in the nectar you sought.”
The plant-woman’s belly jiggles as you thrash around inside her, but you cannot escape. The walls of her stomach are as tight as the skin of a drum. You struggle within the great pitcher of her belly until you run out of breath and her thick, syrupy nectar smothers you.
Your body floats in the sticky tomb until the pool of nectar begins to dissolve you. Rich nutrients flow into the plant-woman veins, and her skin turns a richer brighter green as she absorbs your liquefied body. Over the course of the next few days, she grows to a height of thirteen feet. Her breasts swell to the size of water-melons, and beads of bright nectar drip from her nipples, ready to lure the next unwary traveler to their doom.
THE END.
