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It was a lovely day in the Evermorn Springs – birds were singing, Botani were working, and Lotilan eagerly awaited his midday meal. He paced in circles around his pod, contemplating whether or not to remove his breeches as they’d been cutting into him for a week now. They sat firmly on his hipbones, cushioned by a soft layer of fat and completely unable to close at the front when he tried to pull them up. Well, so long waistline. It wasn’t like he needed it anyway – plenty of larger Sin’dorei could still fight in custom-made armour and serve their people well. It was fine! Completely fine, Lotilan thought as he heard an audible rrrrip. That was the door opening, right?

Nope.

Slowly he came to a stop, braced himself against the cool wall and looked down. To the side a bit. There, just by his right leg was a gaping hole in the seam of his breeches. Buttery smooth flesh bulged out and threatened to rip through the rest, the seam straining to keep Lotilan’s growing thighs contained. He paled, and it was then that he heard another rip this time thankfully from the door and not another seam. Thoughts of what this could mean fled from his mind as he saw the golden Botani who had apparently been assigned to him walk in. It chirped in greeting, and held up a plant. Five thick vines - no, these were far too smooth to be vines – coiled around the Botani’s fingers, holding on as if they were roots of some sort. They all converged together to form a thick, corded stem, and at the top of that stem bloomed a huge white lily dripping golden nectar from the center. Lotilan reached out and the Botani turned away, placing the plant near the door where it took root and wiggled its tentacles happily.

“A…ah, thank you.” Lotilan managed, noticing how the Botani’s eyes roved up and down his form. His ears reddened at the tips, as did his cheeks and hell even the exposed sliver of his stomach blushed. He wasn’t fat enough just yet to have his entire belly hanging out, and his tunic had been pulled down enough to constrict his breathing, make him look thinner. Unfortunately, all it really did was cling to him and highlight the soft rolls of his gut, offering a delicate, curvaceous femininity to his form. The Botani approached and tutted at him, fingers hooking under the hem of his tunic to tug it up. Lotilan held his breath, offering no resistance as he’d learned the hard way that it wouldn’t end well. He could not hold his breath forever, and as the Botani looked at him questioningly he inhaled, stomach bloating outwards into a gentle swell. The Botani stroked his skin, pleased chirrups coming from within its throat. Lotilan could’ve enjoyed it had he been less aware of his current condition. He’d just burst a seam on his brand-new battle breeches simply by walking, and his clean-cut abs had disappeared underneath a now exposed belly that was covered in a mixture of sweat, fruit juices and plant ichor. By the Light. He was a mess.

The Botani patted his stomach soothingly and then turned to leave, but Lotilan made a strangled sound in protest.

“Gh- wait, where are you going? Aren’t you going to bring me lunch?”

Without turning around, the Botani lifted one finger and exited, sealing the door behind it. Lotilan immediately crouched down to inspect the plant, which had melded with the pod’s floor so well it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Lotilan tried, yes, to scrape it out with his fingernails and dig a hole, but the tentacles snapped at him with their little mouth-shaped tips and he thanked the sun they didn’t have teeth.

“Alright, then.” He sat cross-legged on the floor, cringing at the sound of his breeches straining to keep his thighs contained. “Oh, fucking hell…” No amount of adjusting his legs would make his thighs smaller, and so Lotilan simply gave up, idly flicking at the white flower’s petals. As he did so, a drop of golden nectar slipped down and trickled along his index finger. Curious, he drew it to his face and stuck his tongue out. What he tasted had him shoving his finger into the plant, which curled its petals and tried to suck him in. It wasn’t very strong, however the suction was enough to give Lotilan an idea that honestly hadn’t failed him in the past. Before he stuck his dick in it, though, he wanted to taste that nectar again. Pulling his finger out, he sucked every last drop of the sour-sweet liquid and found himself going back for more. Whatever this was, it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough. He shimmied down into a position on all fours, unknowingly arching his back and lifting his ass in the air as he pushed his face into the flower. Lapping at its centre, Lotilan licked and sucked sloppily in an attempt to coax out as much nectar as he could. It spread all over his cheeks, dotting them with bright yellow pollen that tingled pleasantly.

“Haahnnn…” He took the uppermost petal into his mouth, dropping his jaw and sliding his tongue as deep as he could into the flower. The nectar was all but gone, now, the tentacles at the plant’s base twitching with curiosity. It was meant to be a treat for his good behavior, this appetizing little plant, and of course Lotilan took advantage of the first interesting thing to enter his cell in weeks. His greedy conquest was halted as his Botani captor returned, standing by the door and watching Lotilan with nonexistent eyebrows raised. At least, he felt the thing was judging him. And then it left, only to come back with two others, their slim bodies green and sinuous. Between them they carried a leafy pitcher full of the very same nectar Lotilan coveted, and his pupils dilated as he caught the scent of it in such vast quantities.

“Gimme.” He shifted on his knees to grasp at the pitcher and the Botani let him take it, exhanging glances with each other as the elf lifted the pitcher and began drinking its contents down. The golden one watched for a few seconds before making a decision, swirling its left hand in a circle to call upon a vine from somewhere above the pod. It silently emerged and nuzzled up against the Botani’s hand like a pet snake, only to be squeezed so its tip opened up into four prongs. It was then attached to the back of the pitcher, liquid flowing through the vine as the Botani conjured up more of that sweet nectar. Soon enough the nectar burst through the back of the pitcher and refilled it, allowing Lotilan to drink and drink and drink. He’d closed his eyes, greedily gulping it down and sating his tastebuds which screamed for more. Kneeling with his legs spread, Lotilan angled the pitcher so that his arms were a little more comfortable holding it up for so long. He didn’t consider that it was refilling itself, no – in the heated moment he only thought that it would end soon, this flow of pure ecstasy, and he should enjoy it while it lasted. So he drank, taking scant breaths inbetween his shameless gorging. He was well past the point of fullness, stomach rounded out and beginning to droop from the sheer volume of liquid inside it. Lotilan arched further and the two Botani went to assist him, one stroking down his spine while the other held him beneath the arms and eased the stress of keeping himself upright. Now, Lotilan could truly relax and just keep drinking.

The golden Botani observed, stroking its leafy beard in contemplation. While the nectar was all well and good, sugary and nutritious, the conjured variety behaved… a little differently. It contained a concentration of the natural enzymes and proteins the regular nectar had, making it easily digestible for even the most sensitive of stomachs. As it was conjured from natural energy, it converted back into that very same energy the minute it reached Lotilan’s gut. So instead of bloating him up to the point of agony, it worked with him, coursing through his intestines and seeping into his bloodstream. He could feel his skin tingling, arousal wakening between his spread legs. It was a slow process, the stretching of his skin, taut as his fat cells multiplied. The gravid swell of his overfull stomach touched the floor now and he was almost on his hands and knees again, arched so deliciously that the Botani behind him were tempted to start stretching him. For the third phase of their plan, of course – one that required a little more intimate fine-tuning of Lotilan’s bodily processes. This was good enough for now, though, and Lotilan groaned heavily as the inseam of his breeches split all the way up his ass crack, and then back down his crotch. His achingly hard cock pressed against the underside of his gut, milky precome smearing the taut skin with silken white goop. His clothes were bursting at the seams and he didn’t even care, rocking his hips back and forth to soothe the insistent need between his legs.

Lotilan could hardly move now, his belly rolling forth like a huge bloated sack and obstructing his desperate frottage. It sloshed obscenely, wobbling as one of the Botani plastered a hand to the side and jiggled it. Lotilan moaned so sweetly that the sound of his own voice only heightened his arousal. The subsequent gasp for breath came so quickly that a little nectar spilled over his lips and down his chin. It ran in sticky rivulets past his collarbones and seeped into his tunic, which was pulled tight around the pillowy mounds of his tits. No longer were they the smooth, flat planes of muscle known as his firm pectorals – they were soft, fat and full with large pink nipples erect and wanting. They surged out to the sides and filled his tunic, which had bunched up beneath his tits and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. A tight creaking caught his attention a little too close to his face for comfort, and Lotilan peered to the left. There he saw his raised arm much thicker than he remembered it, the threads of his sleeve pulled to the point of bursting around his blubbery flesh. His brows drew together, nectar continuing to flow into his mouth and down his throat. He wasn’t even tasting it anymore. Just drinking.

Jagged stretch marks danced across his former biceps, quivering as his arms began to shake. ‘What’s… happening to me…?’ Lotilan frantically tossed his head to the right and saw his other arm equally bloated with soft, creamy fat, the skin reddened from how quickly it had been forced to stretch. Alarm and arousal mingled in his mind, but when he tried to stand, he found he could not. Too heavy, sluggish and full. So full that even the Botani realized he’d had enough and withdrew the pitcher, sending its refill vine back into the forest. Lotilan panted and whimpered, arms dropping to his sides and meeting the enormous swell of his poor, aching belly. Oh, now it hurt, when he pressed his fingers to the top and found only fat, his actual stomach about to burst from all the nectar he’d guzzled.

“Mmmnnnnhh…” Lotilan’s fingers dropped to his navel, a wide and deep pit in the vast expanse of his gut. “Wh…what’ve you… done to me?” He pleaded with the golden Botani still watching him, its face expressionless due to lack of any real muscle with which to emote. It cooed to him gently, stepping forth and bending down to massage the thick rolls at his sides. He shut his eyes, cock twitching with interest and spurting just a little stickiness against the underside of his belly. The nectar was no longer cool within him – it had heated to his body temperature, which was just about boiling from his nerves being kept on the edge of orgasm for an hour straight.

“Please…” he gasped, clenching his thighs to little effect. His breeches clung to him in tattered strands now, unable to contain his massive ass and thighs that touched no matter how far he spread them. His inner thighs were soft like pudding as the Botani dipped its hand between them, rubbing just enough to open up the remaining threads keeping Lotilan’s breeches together. The black fabric was torn away and red lines could be seen where it had cut into the elf’s flesh. Shivering, the now pantsless Lotilan reached for the Botani, arms too weak to do anything other than fall back at his sides.

‘Such a good boy.’

The words filled his mind and he parted his plump, wet lips, looking around and only meeting the eyes of his captor. The other two continued to hold him, though they were starting to tire and instead called upon thick vines to come and help support their prisoner. Lush, green vines looped around Lotilan’s underarms and chest, sliding between his tits and over his shoulders like a harness. Another came underneath his belly, pressing hard against his full bladder as it hoisted him into the air. Lotilan gasped, helpless and with a little nectar trickling from his open mouth as gravity dragged his overfilled stomach towards the ground. Higher and higher he went, inch by inch with additional vines wrapping around his thighs and knees. One brushed past his cock, slicking it along with his swollen balls that hadn’t had a good nut in weeks. He now hung horizontal, with a vine supporting his head so it was kept in a position to promote healthy spine alignment. Not like the Botani knew anything about that, but they’d hung people upside down before with less than pleasing results. So it was that Lotilan remained in the air, his heavy belly stretching further and further while his cock remained needy and untouched. He did his best to remain still, for any slight movement caused his stomach to shift and send white-hot pain throughout his body. Peering at the Botani, he saw the golden one approach and stretch its hands out.

“Oh, no no no-“ His protests were cut off as the Botani slapped both hands to the sides of his belly and felt the weight of it, his stomach lurching with an audible glorp! “S-stop it-“ Lotilan reached for the Botani’s head and then felt something bubbling up deep inside him. Those blessedly cool, yet intrusive hands pushed up and Lotilan belched louder than he ever had. “OUUUURP!” He cringed all over, squeezing his eyes shut. “Oohh, hell…”

The Botani released him then, giving him a gentle pat before tilting its head up and showing Lotilan all its teeth. Was it… smiling?