December 20th - Pollen Transformation - Lucas
Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!
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With all this winter fun, no need to look so crestfallen, Let’s cheer you up with something nature-y, like fresh pollen!
Raising a family of four sons as a single mom could not have been an easy task. And yet, Ethan and his brothers all recognized the hard work and effort their mom put into taking care of them. She was the best mom they could have asked for, being accepting of her sons’ sexualities and encouraging them to pursue their dreams. While the boys had often encouraged their mom to also make time for herself and find someone who would treat her well, unlike her previous ex-husband, their mom always emphasized that the boys were her top priority. Of course, she did always reminisce about her last husband, even if he left their entire family behind. Their mother would always talk about how Victor looked like a younger version of him, always chuckling about how their father used to be so charming and flirtatious with her before he left.
Despite all that, though, the boys agreed that whenever their mother needed something, they would do their best to help her out as best as they could. She never asked for much from them, but they did what they could for even the most minor, simplest tasks, like accompanying her on errands. It was how Ethan found himself at a plant nursery and Christmas tree farm, walking around with his mother as she examined her list of plants she had planned to get for decorations.
“I believe the trees are out back, but we can grab that later before we go,” Lily hummed as she patted her son’s arm. She held onto him while they walked through the plant nursery. “I also want to grab some holly wreaths and poinsettias to brighten up the place. Oh, and some mistletoe!” she said with a light giggle as she glanced over at her son with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“Moooom!” Ethan groaned as he palmed his face. Even if she was accepting and even encouraging of her children’s relationships, Lily could be just as nosy and probing as the next mom. “I told you I wasn’t bringing my boyfriend for this reason alone,” he groaned as he guided his mother over towards the bright red poinsettias. “I think you’re only going to have luck with Henry and Noel, and I dunno if I wanna watch them make out under the mistletoe,” he grumbled.
Lily only giggled as she hid her dainty face behind a gloved hand. “Oh, I suppose you’re right. But it’s tradition! And it would be cute; no one has to kiss anyone underneath it. I wouldn’t want my sons’ holidays to be ruined because of that,” she teased once more. Ignoring Ethan’s squawks of protest, she turned her gaze over towards the flowers, glancing over them carefully as her fingers brushed along the soft petals.
“These flowers are beautiful this time of year,” she hummed as she leaned in close, letting her nose brush up close as she tried to catch a whiff of the flowers’ scent.
Ethan furrowed his brows as he flicked through his phone, doing some last-minute holiday research based on the plants his mother told him to get. “I don’t know if they have much of a fragrance, Mom. Or at least, they’re not as sweet-smelling as roses or lavender.”
But as his mother opened her mouth to reply, the bright red flower seemed to rear up its head in retaliation. And at once, the flower spat out a wad of pollen straight over Lily’s nose and mouth. The yellow pollen left a chalky residue, leaving behind a surprising amount of powder that practically caked the woman’s tongue in it.
Ethan darted forward in surprise, his arms helping his mom steady herself as she stumbled backwards. Lily was coughing and spluttering in surprise, wiping at her face from the frontal assault by the plant.
“Mom! Are you okay? What the heck was that?!” he gasped as he pulled out a handkerchief to help her wipe up the flowery mess. Lily gagged and sputtered once more, spitting out a goopy mixture of pollen and saliva as she cleaned off the residue.
“Oh my… I guess the plants didn’t like me leaning in so close,” the mother said with a soft, awkward chuckle. “Do you mind grabbing me some water from my purse? It’s a bit hard to see,” Lily stammered as she tried her best to gather her bearings once more.
Doing as she instructed, Ethan carefully reached in to pull out a metal thermos. He uncapped the lid and handed it to his mother, watching as she drank down the liquid and whatever remaining pollen was still lodged in her mouth. After swirling around the contents for a bit, Lily finally cleared her throat, seemingly recovered from the surprising accident. “Maybe we’ll pick out a flower later. I think these poinsettias are a bit finicky today,” she said with an awkward laugh as she looped her arm around Ethan’s once more. “How about you help me decide on some holly wreaths and the mistletoe bundle instead?”
As they wandered away from the potted flowers, the young man couldn’t help but notice the way his mother seemed to stop and stutter with each step. Her eyes seemed a bit more unfocused as they walked, glancing over the plants every couple of steps. Ethan chalked it up to her nerves of experiencing something strange again with the plants, although he didn’t want to press her any further in that regard. However, he could feel her grip on his arm tightening bit by bit, surprising the young man with how strong his mother’s hold was.
Once they reached the various wreaths of holly berries and mistletoe, Ethan let his mom do her own set of inspections. However, Lily’s movement was more sluggish than before, her body moving as if it were weighed down with several more pounds. In fact, the closer the younger man looked at his mother, the broader her back seemed and the taller she appeared. It was strange; something that must have been a simple trick of the eye, but Ethan couldn’t help but watch with mild curiosity.
Lily lifted one of the wreaths, watching as a few holly berries fell off as she picked it up. The berries must have been extra ripe and soft to the touch, as the fruit practically burst into juicy bits all over her outfit. Ethan’s mother gasped softly in surprise, although there was a bass and depth to her voice that hadn’t been there before.
“O-Oh my! This is… a big mess…” she grunted, raising a hand to wipe at the splattered mess on her shirt. Her eyes raised to meet Ethan’s, only to find her young son staring up at her instead. How strange, I thought I was shorter than him, Lily thought to herself. But as the juice from the holly berries dripped down her forearms, she could only groan softly at the flush of energy that seemed to course through her body. She felt warm, even hot. The sticky feeling clung to her skin, but she didn’t feel particularly bothered by it. Instead, Lily began rubbing at the red stains, practically smearing them into her otherwise snow-white skin.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ethan’s soft, inquisitive noise out of concern, and she glanced back down at her son with a smile forming on her lips. “Oh, don’t mind me! I feel great, actually. Better than I ever have before. Like I could carry two trees out of here on my own,” she chuckled, a deep, rumbling laugh stemming from her chest. But Ethan’s eyes were drawn towards the way his mother’s chest seemed to grow in size, the breast thickening and fattening until they pressed against the confines of her shirt. Lily didn’t mind the powerful sensation flooding through her. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a lewd noise of delight as her body continued to swell and grow.
The heat was making her head feel foggy, and with the juice already sinking into her flesh, Lily hadn’t even realized she had shrugged off her jacket. Handing over the offending fabric to her son, she rolled back her shoulders with a satisfying crack. “Ahhh… That’s so much better,” she grunted as she raised a hand to rub at those thick mounds of muscle. “It was feeling a bit tight there. Maybe I’ll get a massage later,” she mused idly to herself. But as another pulse of energy ran through her, she glanced over at her stunned son, jerking her head towards the back of the plant nursery.
“C’mon, let’s go grab a tree. Pick up one of those mistletoe bundles, would ya?”
Without bothering to see if Ethan was coming along, Lila began making her way back towards the wide assortment of spruce trees. They all ranged in size and height, although she towered over most of them. She could easily place a Christmas star on top of most of the options, which seemed like such a shame to her. But when her eyes fell upon the big, thick Christmas tree in the middle, Lila knew that she had found the right one.
“Over here, son! I think this is it!”
The fuzzy heat that was swarming her head clouded out any noise of protest or objections from the other man. And even if Ethan had them, Lila wouldn’t have paid him any mind. This tree was perfect. It was everything she wanted, everything she needed. Feeling a deep, growing hunger inside of her stomach, Lila stumbled her bulky frame forward until she reached the trunk of the tree. It needed to be cut down so they could carry it out, and luckily, a saw blade was lying right there for her to use.
Picking it up, she eyed the tool and tossed it back and forth between her hands. It was light, simple, and easy to handle. Cutting down the tree should be no problem. And so Lica went to work, bending down to saw away at the thick tree base. As she planted her feet down in a firm stance, she kept her hips steady while she moved back and forth. With each inch that she cut, Lica could feel her quads begin to thicken and harden with muscle. The older woman grunted, finding that this sort of energy only came when she had a good night’s sleep and lots of coffee in the morning. But the feeling was exhilarating, and the warmth continued to spread lower over her body. She groaned as she felt her pants burst into tatters with a firm flex of her calves, and she glanced down to see veiny, tree trunk-like legs supporting her base. Lica only chuckled at the coincidental comparison, pushing her hips back as her ass cheeks burst through the last bits of her pants. The older woman moaned with delight, casting a glance over her shoulder to see the most enormous, fattest ass that she had dreamed of so long ago. Whatever was happening was delightful, and she wanted more of it.
As she hacked through the spruce tree, specks of sap began to splatter over her skin. The sticky residue left a nice, healthy tan that started to spread over her, showcasing a body well-acquainted with the sun. Lica’s body absorbed the sap bit by bit, with the droplets sinking beneath her skin and fusing with her body to cause more changes. Grunting as she pushed through the last few inches of the tree, a strange, unfamiliar feeling began to grow inside of her crotch. It was swelling, building up to a tight, painful pressure that just ached for a release. Lica growled, the heat swelling into a fiery blaze as she found the last bit of power to snap through the last bit of the stubborn trunk.
Luca stood up with a heavy huff of exertion, only watching as the tall tree he worked hard on toppled over with a resounding crash. The older man groaned as he stood tall, letting his spine unfurl once more to his dizzying height. He glanced down at his sweaty body, watching as droplets of his hard work trailed down his cobbled abs. The older man let out a low chuckle, only huffing as he watched the front of his underwear swell and thicken. He might have cut down a tall tree, but nothing could compare to the fat log he had packed away in there. Glancing up from his almost-nude body, Luca made eye contact with his younger son, waving him over.
“Don’t stand there like a stranger, sport! Come help me pick up this tree so we can load it up,” Luca said with a hearty laugh. His body was thrumming with energy, clearly ready to hoist up the plant and throw it over his bare shoulders without a care in the world. “I still have some spare gym clothes in the trunk, right? Sorry, you know how your old man loves bursting out of some tight clothes. It’s hard not to want to show off a body like this,” he chuckled.
Luca took pride in the hard work he put into his body, and as a single father of four handsome young men, he wanted to build up a strong physique to act as a role model for them. He wanted them to know that they could always count on him for support, both physically and emotionally. The single father did spend a majority of his time at the gym, but Luca had ingrained it into his sons’ minds as well. If they joined him, it was essentially family time and quality time all wrapped into one.
Still, there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind, a recurring thought that told him that he was unfinished. Incomplete. Needing to please, satisfy, and breed. It was an aching throb that pulsed in the back of his head, making the older man’s eyes glaze over in a daze. This wasn’t it. This wasn’t all that they needed. There was something else that was missing.
Stomping over towards the pots of poinsettias near the front of the store, Luca stopped once he was positioned in front of the flower that had first spat all over him. The older man huffed, not out of anger or annoyance, but out of pure need. With the rest of the world drowning away from his senses except for him and the flower, the older man began to tug down the last bits of his clothing until he was standing in the nude, with his rock-hard cock pointed straight at the bright red flower.
And like clockwork, as if someone was commanding him, Luca began to stroke and pump at his fat, veiny cock. Memories of himself being a woman, a loving mother, and someone who would finger herself at night in her pussy to find pleasure began to gather up in the depths of his heavy, swinging balls. Luca groaned lowly as he felt the flower start to move like a sentient being. The poinsettia’s petals wrapped around his dripping length, swiping up any stray droplets of precum into the center, as if it were the nutrients needed to keep it alive. The flower’s petals were soft and velvety to the touch, offering up a gentle stroke and pulse around Luca’s heavy dick as he touched himself.
The feeling was too much for Luca, and he craved more. Ached for it. The older man growled as he bucked his hips wildly, slamming the fat head of his cock against the center of the red flower. At once, he felt something wriggle into his cock, slipping past the dripping slit and making its way deep into his body. This was it. This was what he needed. To be complete. To be whole. To spread.
Lucas moaned as his back arched, his whole body shaking as he came violently. Thick, long arcs of cum shot out from his girthy cock, splurting all over the rest of the potted plants and onto the dirt ground underneath. The older man moaned as he came again and again, shooting out the last vestiges of his old life as a woman, of his humanity. He was there to protect his family and his home. His boys were under his protection, but everyone else was there for him to populate and fill. It was in his nature now.
The older man growled as he shot the last few ropes of cum everywhere, with some sliding down his thighs in a puddle under his feet. Groaning and sighing in satisfaction, he looked up once more to see his son gaping at him in both concern and surprise. Perhaps there was a bit of arousal as well, although Lucas didn’t give it much thought.
“Sorry about that. Just really had to blow my load,” the father said with a deep chuckle. “I think we’ll take this flower back home. What do you think?” Lucas hummed as he picked up the cum-covered poinsettia. He wasn’t really asking, though, and the father was pleased to see Ethan recognize this as well when the young man mutely nodded in response.
“C’mon, let’s go buy these and start decorating. I’ve kept you out longer than I intended,” Lucas hummed as he held his hand out for Ethan to take. It was satisfying for him to see how his large hands dwarfed the young man’s. The father felt a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one who could keep his sons safe and protect them from whatever would come their way.
As the two walked away towards the front with their assortment of plants in hand to purchase, neither of them saw the strange stirring in the dirt from where Lucas had splattered his thick seed. It was small and subtle, something that could easily be overlooked. But after a few moments, a single sprout began to push up from the dirt. The sprout unfurled its small leaves, slowly growing and shaping itself into a poinsettia-shaped plant.
And just behind it, two more sprouts began to grow in the same trail of Lucas’s cummy mess.
a take on the Pollination series with a holiday twist! probably one of my very first stories when it comes to muscle growth / tf stories, so i wanted to do my own homage to it! links to some of the stories in this trope for those unfamiliar: 🌱 Father and Son: A Pollination Tale 🌱 Pollination