grownupboywonder:

I struggle helplessly
in the vines’ constricting grip, my muscles straining under my tight costume.
They dangle me upside down just above a huge, bulbous pod of some kind. Poison
Ivy looks up at me and gloats.

“You never should
have intruded upon my secret garden, Boy Blunder. But since you’re here, you
may as well hang around… As food for my man-eating plant!” She gestures
to the pod below me. “It may look harmless now while it’s dormant, but it
will rouse as soon as it gets a taste of your delectable juices and then it
will make mulch out of you!”

I buck and struggle in
my viny bondage, but it’s no use. Ivy waves her hand and on cue, several large
flowers bloom along the length of the vines. They exude a sweet, heady scent
that fogs my brain.

“What’s
happening..?” I ask, my voice slurring a little.

“The soporific scent
of my lovely flowers is also powerful aphrodisiac , a little something to help
the process along. Don’t fight it. You’ve earned a little pleasure before your
untimely end.”

True to Ivy’s word,
though the rest of my senses feel hazy and addled, my skin feels alive and my
cock is already tenting my tights. Slim tendrils reach down from above me and
reach underneath my costume to start stroking me. I moan in pleasure as I twist
and arch in the tendrils’ grasp. Under the influence of Ivy’s flowers, it only
takes a few moments for me to get close. The vines draw my dick out of my
tights and bring me to the most intense orgasm of my life. I moan ecstatically
as I shoot a massive load down onto the waiting pod below.

As soon as my cum
spatters across the plant below, it springs to life. Its leaves unfurl and part
to reveal a massive toothy maw full of sticky sap. Dangling above it, I know
intellectually I should be afraid, but the flowers have left me so dopey, I can
barely mumble. “Holy Flytrap…”

The vines lower me
headfirst into the man-eating plant’s hungry maw as Poison Ivy watches with
cruel delight. Once my head passes inside the monstrous mouth, my head clears
and I start to panic, struggling with all my might, even though release from
the vines would just drop me headlong into the plant’s thick, fibrous gullet.
And in fact, the tendrils withdraw, letting gravity do the rest of the work of
feeding me to Ivy’s creation. The rest of my body slips inside, leaving only my
booted feet to kick and flail helplessly for a moment before I am swallowed
completely.

Once inside the
herbaceous horror, I still try to struggle, but as the maw closes above me, it
gets hard to breathe and the sticky substance within makes it almost impossible
to move. I’m well and truly stuck and if Batman doesn’t arrive before the plant
starts breaking me down, I’m plant food.