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Here's a new story a wrote once again featuring my favorite fictional hunk, Chris Redfield. I'm hoping to turn this into a series. Here's "Gore Garden".
To be called "a hero" was never something Chris Redfield desired. He simply wished to protect the lives of those who were less able to protect themselves. Nevertheless, he had to admit that the attention and praise that was constantly heaped upon him did feel nice.
He had grown to love the thrill of going out on a new assignment and destroying evil with his superb combative skills. You might say he had even become somewhat cocky. Not just because of his abilities, either, but also because of his extremely good looks. He obviously took pride in keeping himself looking great. He had short, well-styled brown hair that framed his handsome, masculine face. A thick neck sat atop wide shoulders, which lead down to massive biceps. His meaty pectorals and washboard abs were a sight to behold. Best of all, between his muscular legs lie a monstrous cock that grew to a very thick twelve inches when erect, and beneath that was a pair of beautiful, low hanging balls. Chris truly was male perfection!
To those that knew him professionally, Chris' romantic and sexual lives were practically an enigma. In reality, Chris was a very sexual person, a slut even. He just tried to keep that under wraps while he was at work.
One day, Chris was sitting in his office at the BSAA's headquarters daydreaming about a particular sexual encounter he had recently had when one of the office assistants, a young man named Tyler, politely entered the office.
"Hello, Mr. Redfield! How are you today?
"Oh, hey, Tyler." Chris snapped out of his sexy daydream to greet the man. "I told you that you can just call me Chris. We've known each other long enough."
"Right... Chris. I'll just have to get used to that. Anyway, Dr. Branston sent me to fetch you. He says he has a new assignment for you and something he wants you to see."
Chris' eyes lit up at the mention of another mission. "Well," he said, standing up, "let's go then!"
Chris followed Tyler as they walked toward their destination. He had to admit to himself that the 22 year-old in front of him was quite attractive. Tyler wanted to be a field agent like Chris some day, so it was clear that he tried to keep his body in shape. He wasn't as big as Chris in the muscle department, but he was lean and ripped. His blond hair and green eyes didn't hurt his looks either.
They arrived in Dr. Branston's lab to find the 45 year-old genius tinkering with some sort of machine.
"What's up, doc?" Chris said.
"Ah, Chris! You're here." replied the older man. "I wanted to inform you about reports we have obtained of a mutant plant being grown in a greenhouse less than a hundred miles from here."
"Really?" asked Chris. "Well I've dealt with plenty of plant monsters before. Anything special we know about this one?"
"Not really, actually. I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake for the great Chris Redfield!" Tyler noted a slight hint of sarcasm in the doctor's ego-inflating words that Chris seemed not to notice.
"Tyler said you also had something to show me, right?" Chris inquired.
"Yes! My new body data collection machine!" exclaimed Dr. Branston.
"Uh... This thing here?" asked Chris. "What's it used for?"
"Well," the doctor replied, "I'm thinking it could be useful for security purposes. Eventually, that is. Right now I have to commence with operational testing. It will probably be some time before it can be implemented in the system."
"So, is there a reason you wanted to show this to me now?" Chris asked.
"Oh, yes yes! Before you set out for that greenhouse, I wanted to have you be the first person to be entered into my machine!" The doctor seemed rather excited.
"Is it safe?" Chris asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Of course! Nothing to worry about!"
"Well, okay then! I guess I'm getting scanned or whatever!"
Chris began to step onto the machine's platform when Dr. Branston stopped him.
"There is just one thing." he said. "You have to remove all of your clothes."
"You're kidding me, right?" Chris asked incredulously.
"The scanner needs to see your whole body, not your clothing, Chris."
"... I suppose that makes sense. Okay then."
The doctor watched intently and Tyler blushed as Chris began to uncover his magnificent body.
Tyler had always had a strong attraction towards Chris and was feeling quite aroused even through his embarrassment at seeing the gorgeous man strip. Chris finally hooked his thumbs inside his underwear and slid them down his statuesque legs, revealing the large, meaty package between them to the two other men in the room.
Chris stepped onto the platform and the doctor flipped a couple of switches. The machine hardly made any sound as lines of light began to drift over every inch his form. In less than half a minute, it was over.
"And that's it!" said the doc. "You should probably go and get ready for your mission now, eh?"
"Right," Chris said as he partially redressed, not bothering to put his shirt back on. "I'm gonna go hit the showers before I take off."
"Have fun!"
It was late in the afternoon so there weren't many people remaining in the building as Chris stepped into the men's shower room. He turned the water on and felt as it heated up to a pleasantly hot temperature. He was feeling a little turned on from revealing himself to Tyler and the doc earlier.
Unbeknownst to Chris, the door to the locker area outside the shower room opened and a young blond man entered to use the restroom before going home. Tyler had forgotten that Chris said he was going to hit the shower, but the sound of the running water jogged his memory.
Tyler knew he should have just done his business and left, but the sight of Chris' naked body earlier had him wanting to see more. He silently slid up against the wall just beside the doorway to the shower room and peeked inside. In full, glorious view, was the stack of muscles that he hoped to see again, although this time glistening beautifully from the cascading water.
Tyler began to rub the crotch of his pants, massaging his rapidly swelling prick. He noticed that Chris' dick seemed to be a little swollen itself.
Chris was already putting on a great show for his hidden audience of one, but it was about to get even better. Chris started at the top and worked his way down with his soapy hands. By the time they reached his cock, Tyler had stripped his own shirt off and unfastened his pants. He watched as Chris began to soap up his meaty manhood.
Chris, already being a bit horny, got rock hard very quickly from the delightful sensation of his hands sliding over hefty meat.
Tyler almost gasped aloud when he saw just how big his crush's cock got. He fished his own 9 incher out and began to stroke vigorously.
It quickly became evident that Chris was no longer just washing his cock. He had wrapped both hands around the length of the thick shaft and had begun pounding his perfectly shaped dick with great strength. Chris' teeth were gritted and his face was twisted into an expression almost like rage as he beat his massive cock into oblivion. He began to growl loudly and Tyler knew that he must be getting close.
Chris leaned his back against the shower wall with his hips thrust out and began to let out screams as his cock shot out a massive load of hot cum. Chris intentionally pointed his cock up at his face. The hot seed shot up with great force, covering his face and filling his open mouth. Of course, seeing this, Tyler immediately shot a large cumload of his own, coating his lean body.
Tyler quickly and quietly put his clothes back on and exited the locker room.
Chris finished up his shower and, after completing his preparations, started on his trip to destroy the mutant plant.
Upon his arrival at the greenhouse, Chris was amazed to see how large it was. "They could grow a small jungle in that thing!" he said to himself.
He stepped out of his vehicle and headed toward the structure. A small annex served as the entrance. Chris was surprised a bit when the door opened as he approached it. It wasn't the opening that surprised him as much as who was standing in the doorway to greet him.
Chris had expected the caretaker, Mr. James Caldwell, to be an older gentleman. Yet here was a man that appeared to be very near his own age and was in very good shape. Chris allowed his gaze to drift over the dark haired man's well muscled body. He also noticed that while Mr. Caldwell's face was not unattractive, it had a hard quality about that was somewhat unsettling.
"Mr. Redfield, I presume?" His words had a rather icy tone to them.
"Yes, but please, just call me Chris." the hero replied.
"Well, Chris, I see you are every bit as handsome as I have heard."
"Uh... Why, thank you," Chris replied to the forward comment. "I'd like to take care of the problem you reported as soon as possible, if you don't mind."
"Of course, sir! Down to business!"
Chris stepped inside at the man's behest.
"So you have a plant that has mutated into a sentient creature?" Chris asked. "Do you know how this could have happened?"
"I'm not really sure, but there was evidence a few days ago of an intruder. I think someone must have sneaked in and administered something to one of my beauties."
"I'm assuming the plant has grown dangerous?"
"I actually don't know. It has increased dramatically in size, but it hasn't actually attacked me or anything."
Chris wondered if this were even something he should have been dispatched for. It sounded like some basic herbicide could do the job here. "Well let's go see what we have."
Mr. Caldwell led Chris out into the rather beautiful vegetation of the greenhouse. The hero still had a hard time believing that this man was in charge of caring for all of the various flora and fauna.
They eventually reached a central area and Chris discovered what was clearly the plant in question. It definitely LOOKED menacing, but the creature made no movements whatsoever.
To Chris' surprise, Mr. Caldwell stepped right up to green mutant and laid his hand upon it. "Well here it is!" he exclaimed.
"Is this some kind of joke?!" yelled Chris. "Why the hell would I need to come here just to see some overgrown..." Something caught Chris' eye just at that moment.
Back behind the green monstrosity was a clearly broken corpse that had belonged to a somewhat older gentleman. It took Chris a moment before realization fell over him. That man was Mr. Caldwell, the real greenhouse caretaker!
Just as Chris was about to spring in to action and subdue the well-muscled but seedy man who had obviously been the real intruder the entire time, a plethora of powerful vines sprang up from all around the hunky hero. They quickly wrapped around his muscular limbs and hoisted him into the air.
"Shit!" Chris exclaimed.
With an evil chuckle, the imposter stepped forward to where Chris was suspended. "Well, well, Mr. Redfield. It seems all of that beautiful muscle didn't give you the brain power to see through our little ruse before it was too late."
"Bastard!" Chris struggled futilely against the plant's appendages. "You're working with someone?!"
"Don't you worry about that, sir. For now I think it's time to see all that the body of a Redfield man has to offer."
Within seconds, dozens of small vines had come and gone, leaving not even a stitch of clothing on Chris' body. "Fuck you, you pervert!" he screamed.
"Come now, I have a name. Call me Stamen."
"Get these things off of me!"
"Well that doesn't really sound very fun. You see, Chris, unlike that old man over there," Stamen said as he pointed at Mr. Caldwell's corpse, "you will be a great source of nourishment for my baby here. But I like to be a fun parent, so I let him play with his food before consuming it. I even like to join in on the fun myself!"
Chris' eyes had grown wide with horror as the madman told him what was to be his fate. He couldn't believe that this man had the power to control a plant simply with thought. Then again, he had seen plenty of unbelievable things in his time.
"Ready or not, great hero!" The vines held Chris in a face-up position at about shoulder height. They lifted and spread his meaty legs, giving Stamen a perfect view of his massive cock and balls and of his perfect pink asshole. "Such a beautiful sight!" he said.
Chris' muscles flexed and strained as he tried to break free, turning on Stamen even more. With lust in his eyes, Stamen pulled his right arm back and released a devastating punch that sent his fist straight into Chris' hole. Of course, the sudden intrusion shredded his anal ring, and the extreme stretch made Chris feel like the wind had been knocked out of him, on top of the severe pain.
"Auhaugh!" he screamed.
"Yes! Scream for me, bitch! It's such sweet music!"
Chris moaned in pain as Stamen began pushing more of his arm into the bloodied, velvety chute. It didn't take much to reach elbow deep, but Stamen wasn't stopping there. When Chris' insides began to resist his progress, he started punching them, and hard.
Chris was growing delirious with pain, and he knew it wouldn't be long before his intestines would give way to the powerful fisting. "P..please stop! I can't take it!"
"Haha! Really? I'm going to kill you and you think I care about easing your pain? You really must be stupid."
With one final power punch, Chris' guts gave way and Stamen's large bicep was submerged inside of him.
"How does it feel having my entire arm inside of you, bitch?" Chris' only response was heavy breathing as he tried to cope with the pain.
Stamen gave his bicep a couple of flexes to watch the ruined asshole get stretched even further as his muscle bulged before suddenly withdrawing his arm.
"Baby is getting hungry and still wants his turn with you."
Stamen stepped away and folded his arms as if he were preparing to watch a show. "Baby" returned Chris to an upright position and began to run it's vines all over his rock hard body. He was surprised when a particular slender vine wrapped around and began to stroke his dick.
A strange pollen began to permeate the air that gave Chris the hardest and perhaps most undesired erection of his life. In fact, his already huge cock grew even a couple of inches longer and, to his absolute amazement, continued to grow in thickness until it was as big as his own massive bicep.
Chris glanced over at Stamen, who was just standing and smiling as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. He went back to staring at his now mutant meat, which was somehow still perfectly shaped, and actually forgot about the pain caused by his earlier fisting as he realized something: he was incredibly turned on!
Chris bent his head downward and found it easy to have his mouth make contact with his cockhead. It was obviously much too large to fit in his mouth but the hunk was perfectly happy to just lick all over the head. He even shoved his tongue inside his own piss slit and tongue-fucked it.
The vine kept up its stroking motion. Chris felt the impending load building in his new, grapefruit sized balls. He knew it was going to be huge. He formed a seal around his piss slit with his lips, letting a loud moan escape from them as copious amounts of cum were fired into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, thoroughly enjoying the taste even more than normal.
Just as Chris was coming down from the wonderful pleasure of orgasm, the plant roughly pulled his cock away from his face. The vine immediately stuffed itself inside of his cockhead and began to slither its way deep inside the mighty phallus. "Ah! Fuck!" the hero yelped. "That hurts!"
"Oh, it's about to get a lot worse than that, Chris!" Stamen informed him.
The vine travelled not just the entire length of the fourteen inch dick, but actually entered his ballsack. Chris could feel it sliding against his huge balls from the inside, a very strange and rather unpleasant sensation.
The plant held the hero still in that same position long enough for him to wonder what was going to happen next. Suddenly, he noticed something emerge from the vine's base, just beside where it was connected to the gigantic, bud-like portion of the creature. He was disturbed to see that it was a deadly looking thorn, not only because of the sharp pin point, but also having a strange curve with a wicked crescent blade in it.
He went from being disturbed to horrified when a second and then a third thorn appeared. They continued to slowly rise up, each one closer to Chris than the last. "No no no!" Chris cried in desperation.
Soon the moment he dreaded arrived as the last thorn to emerge was mere inches from his cock. "OH SHIIIIIT!!!" he screamed as the next demon thorn arose, pushing straight up and out of the top of his big dickhead.
Screams of agony continued as more thorns tore through his meat every couple of inches.
Finally, the last one to arise came from inside his nutsack. The sack was ripped open and his left ball was completely skewered on the thorn. The right one dropped down, hanging by the cord, past Chris' knees. Stamen stepped forward, grabbed the massive testicle and pulled it all the way down to the ground before brutally stomping it underneath his boot, reducing it to pulp.
Stamen stepped back, and with a wicked smile said, "Blend it up, Baby!"
The vine suddenly began to rotate, the blades on the side of its thorns slicing through Chris' manhood. It quickly sped up, literally becoming something like a blender. Chris' entire crotch, his once perfect set of cock and balls, was completely and utterly shredded.
Chris' voice had grown hoarse from screaming, and his fight had begun to leave him. "I think it's time to finish him off, baby."
Chris was quickly flipped upside down and held only by his legs. They were pulled apart until he was essentially doing the splits, his body like a "T". The plant began to pull his legs harder and harder. Chris, in his inverted position, could do nothing more than frantically flail his arms in an effort to break free.
With a final, primal scream, Chris became a human wishbone and was ripped apart. Starting at the hip, his entire left leg was torn away.
Chris stopped struggling. He simply watched with what little life he had left as he was brought over the top of the huge bud in the center of the plant. It opened up to receive him.
"It was fun, Chris," said Stamen as he waved at the barely alive hunk, "but now it's time for you to die."
Chris was dropped into the open bud. It closed around him. Powerful acids enveloped his mutilated body and he was slowly disintegrated. Skin, muscles, organs, and bones, all reduced to plant food.
The hero Chris Redfield was dead.
To be called "a hero" was never something Chris Redfield desired. He simply wished to protect the lives of those who were less able to protect themselves. Nevertheless, he had to admit that the attention and praise that was constantly heaped upon him did feel nice.
He had grown to love the thrill of going out on a new assignment and destroying evil with his superb combative skills. You might say he had even become somewhat cocky. Not just because of his abilities, either, but also because of his extremely good looks. He obviously took pride in keeping himself looking great. He had short, well-styled brown hair that framed his handsome, masculine face. A thick neck sat atop wide shoulders, which lead down to massive biceps. His meaty pectorals and washboard abs were a sight to behold. Best of all, between his muscular legs lie a monstrous cock that grew to a very thick twelve inches when erect, and beneath that was a pair of beautiful, low hanging balls. Chris truly was male perfection!
To those that knew him professionally, Chris' romantic and sexual lives were practically an enigma. In reality, Chris was a very sexual person, a slut even. He just tried to keep that under wraps while he was at work.
One day, Chris was sitting in his office at the BSAA's headquarters daydreaming about a particular sexual encounter he had recently had when one of the office assistants, a young man named Tyler, politely entered the office.
"Hello, Mr. Redfield! How are you today?
"Oh, hey, Tyler." Chris snapped out of his sexy daydream to greet the man. "I told you that you can just call me Chris. We've known each other long enough."
"Right... Chris. I'll just have to get used to that. Anyway, Dr. Branston sent me to fetch you. He says he has a new assignment for you and something he wants you to see."
Chris' eyes lit up at the mention of another mission. "Well," he said, standing up, "let's go then!"
Chris followed Tyler as they walked toward their destination. He had to admit to himself that the 22 year-old in front of him was quite attractive. Tyler wanted to be a field agent like Chris some day, so it was clear that he tried to keep his body in shape. He wasn't as big as Chris in the muscle department, but he was lean and ripped. His blond hair and green eyes didn't hurt his looks either.
They arrived in Dr. Branston's lab to find the 45 year-old genius tinkering with some sort of machine.
"What's up, doc?" Chris said.
"Ah, Chris! You're here." replied the older man. "I wanted to inform you about reports we have obtained of a mutant plant being grown in a greenhouse less than a hundred miles from here."
"Really?" asked Chris. "Well I've dealt with plenty of plant monsters before. Anything special we know about this one?"
"Not really, actually. I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake for the great Chris Redfield!" Tyler noted a slight hint of sarcasm in the doctor's ego-inflating words that Chris seemed not to notice.
"Tyler said you also had something to show me, right?" Chris inquired.
"Yes! My new body data collection machine!" exclaimed Dr. Branston.
"Uh... This thing here?" asked Chris. "What's it used for?"
"Well," the doctor replied, "I'm thinking it could be useful for security purposes. Eventually, that is. Right now I have to commence with operational testing. It will probably be some time before it can be implemented in the system."
"So, is there a reason you wanted to show this to me now?" Chris asked.
"Oh, yes yes! Before you set out for that greenhouse, I wanted to have you be the first person to be entered into my machine!" The doctor seemed rather excited.
"Is it safe?" Chris asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Of course! Nothing to worry about!"
"Well, okay then! I guess I'm getting scanned or whatever!"
Chris began to step onto the machine's platform when Dr. Branston stopped him.
"There is just one thing." he said. "You have to remove all of your clothes."
"You're kidding me, right?" Chris asked incredulously.
"The scanner needs to see your whole body, not your clothing, Chris."
"... I suppose that makes sense. Okay then."
The doctor watched intently and Tyler blushed as Chris began to uncover his magnificent body.
Tyler had always had a strong attraction towards Chris and was feeling quite aroused even through his embarrassment at seeing the gorgeous man strip. Chris finally hooked his thumbs inside his underwear and slid them down his statuesque legs, revealing the large, meaty package between them to the two other men in the room.
Chris stepped onto the platform and the doctor flipped a couple of switches. The machine hardly made any sound as lines of light began to drift over every inch his form. In less than half a minute, it was over.
"And that's it!" said the doc. "You should probably go and get ready for your mission now, eh?"
"Right," Chris said as he partially redressed, not bothering to put his shirt back on. "I'm gonna go hit the showers before I take off."
"Have fun!"
It was late in the afternoon so there weren't many people remaining in the building as Chris stepped into the men's shower room. He turned the water on and felt as it heated up to a pleasantly hot temperature. He was feeling a little turned on from revealing himself to Tyler and the doc earlier.
Unbeknownst to Chris, the door to the locker area outside the shower room opened and a young blond man entered to use the restroom before going home. Tyler had forgotten that Chris said he was going to hit the shower, but the sound of the running water jogged his memory.
Tyler knew he should have just done his business and left, but the sight of Chris' naked body earlier had him wanting to see more. He silently slid up against the wall just beside the doorway to the shower room and peeked inside. In full, glorious view, was the stack of muscles that he hoped to see again, although this time glistening beautifully from the cascading water.
Tyler began to rub the crotch of his pants, massaging his rapidly swelling prick. He noticed that Chris' dick seemed to be a little swollen itself.
Chris was already putting on a great show for his hidden audience of one, but it was about to get even better. Chris started at the top and worked his way down with his soapy hands. By the time they reached his cock, Tyler had stripped his own shirt off and unfastened his pants. He watched as Chris began to soap up his meaty manhood.
Chris, already being a bit horny, got rock hard very quickly from the delightful sensation of his hands sliding over hefty meat.
Tyler almost gasped aloud when he saw just how big his crush's cock got. He fished his own 9 incher out and began to stroke vigorously.
It quickly became evident that Chris was no longer just washing his cock. He had wrapped both hands around the length of the thick shaft and had begun pounding his perfectly shaped dick with great strength. Chris' teeth were gritted and his face was twisted into an expression almost like rage as he beat his massive cock into oblivion. He began to growl loudly and Tyler knew that he must be getting close.
Chris leaned his back against the shower wall with his hips thrust out and began to let out screams as his cock shot out a massive load of hot cum. Chris intentionally pointed his cock up at his face. The hot seed shot up with great force, covering his face and filling his open mouth. Of course, seeing this, Tyler immediately shot a large cumload of his own, coating his lean body.
Tyler quickly and quietly put his clothes back on and exited the locker room.
Chris finished up his shower and, after completing his preparations, started on his trip to destroy the mutant plant.
Upon his arrival at the greenhouse, Chris was amazed to see how large it was. "They could grow a small jungle in that thing!" he said to himself.
He stepped out of his vehicle and headed toward the structure. A small annex served as the entrance. Chris was surprised a bit when the door opened as he approached it. It wasn't the opening that surprised him as much as who was standing in the doorway to greet him.
Chris had expected the caretaker, Mr. James Caldwell, to be an older gentleman. Yet here was a man that appeared to be very near his own age and was in very good shape. Chris allowed his gaze to drift over the dark haired man's well muscled body. He also noticed that while Mr. Caldwell's face was not unattractive, it had a hard quality about that was somewhat unsettling.
"Mr. Redfield, I presume?" His words had a rather icy tone to them.
"Yes, but please, just call me Chris." the hero replied.
"Well, Chris, I see you are every bit as handsome as I have heard."
"Uh... Why, thank you," Chris replied to the forward comment. "I'd like to take care of the problem you reported as soon as possible, if you don't mind."
"Of course, sir! Down to business!"
Chris stepped inside at the man's behest.
"So you have a plant that has mutated into a sentient creature?" Chris asked. "Do you know how this could have happened?"
"I'm not really sure, but there was evidence a few days ago of an intruder. I think someone must have sneaked in and administered something to one of my beauties."
"I'm assuming the plant has grown dangerous?"
"I actually don't know. It has increased dramatically in size, but it hasn't actually attacked me or anything."
Chris wondered if this were even something he should have been dispatched for. It sounded like some basic herbicide could do the job here. "Well let's go see what we have."
Mr. Caldwell led Chris out into the rather beautiful vegetation of the greenhouse. The hero still had a hard time believing that this man was in charge of caring for all of the various flora and fauna.
They eventually reached a central area and Chris discovered what was clearly the plant in question. It definitely LOOKED menacing, but the creature made no movements whatsoever.
To Chris' surprise, Mr. Caldwell stepped right up to green mutant and laid his hand upon it. "Well here it is!" he exclaimed.
"Is this some kind of joke?!" yelled Chris. "Why the hell would I need to come here just to see some overgrown..." Something caught Chris' eye just at that moment.
Back behind the green monstrosity was a clearly broken corpse that had belonged to a somewhat older gentleman. It took Chris a moment before realization fell over him. That man was Mr. Caldwell, the real greenhouse caretaker!
Just as Chris was about to spring in to action and subdue the well-muscled but seedy man who had obviously been the real intruder the entire time, a plethora of powerful vines sprang up from all around the hunky hero. They quickly wrapped around his muscular limbs and hoisted him into the air.
"Shit!" Chris exclaimed.
With an evil chuckle, the imposter stepped forward to where Chris was suspended. "Well, well, Mr. Redfield. It seems all of that beautiful muscle didn't give you the brain power to see through our little ruse before it was too late."
"Bastard!" Chris struggled futilely against the plant's appendages. "You're working with someone?!"
"Don't you worry about that, sir. For now I think it's time to see all that the body of a Redfield man has to offer."
Within seconds, dozens of small vines had come and gone, leaving not even a stitch of clothing on Chris' body. "Fuck you, you pervert!" he screamed.
"Come now, I have a name. Call me Stamen."
"Get these things off of me!"
"Well that doesn't really sound very fun. You see, Chris, unlike that old man over there," Stamen said as he pointed at Mr. Caldwell's corpse, "you will be a great source of nourishment for my baby here. But I like to be a fun parent, so I let him play with his food before consuming it. I even like to join in on the fun myself!"
Chris' eyes had grown wide with horror as the madman told him what was to be his fate. He couldn't believe that this man had the power to control a plant simply with thought. Then again, he had seen plenty of unbelievable things in his time.
"Ready or not, great hero!" The vines held Chris in a face-up position at about shoulder height. They lifted and spread his meaty legs, giving Stamen a perfect view of his massive cock and balls and of his perfect pink asshole. "Such a beautiful sight!" he said.
Chris' muscles flexed and strained as he tried to break free, turning on Stamen even more. With lust in his eyes, Stamen pulled his right arm back and released a devastating punch that sent his fist straight into Chris' hole. Of course, the sudden intrusion shredded his anal ring, and the extreme stretch made Chris feel like the wind had been knocked out of him, on top of the severe pain.
"Auhaugh!" he screamed.
"Yes! Scream for me, bitch! It's such sweet music!"
Chris moaned in pain as Stamen began pushing more of his arm into the bloodied, velvety chute. It didn't take much to reach elbow deep, but Stamen wasn't stopping there. When Chris' insides began to resist his progress, he started punching them, and hard.
Chris was growing delirious with pain, and he knew it wouldn't be long before his intestines would give way to the powerful fisting. "P..please stop! I can't take it!"
"Haha! Really? I'm going to kill you and you think I care about easing your pain? You really must be stupid."
With one final power punch, Chris' guts gave way and Stamen's large bicep was submerged inside of him.
"How does it feel having my entire arm inside of you, bitch?" Chris' only response was heavy breathing as he tried to cope with the pain.
Stamen gave his bicep a couple of flexes to watch the ruined asshole get stretched even further as his muscle bulged before suddenly withdrawing his arm.
"Baby is getting hungry and still wants his turn with you."
Stamen stepped away and folded his arms as if he were preparing to watch a show. "Baby" returned Chris to an upright position and began to run it's vines all over his rock hard body. He was surprised when a particular slender vine wrapped around and began to stroke his dick.
A strange pollen began to permeate the air that gave Chris the hardest and perhaps most undesired erection of his life. In fact, his already huge cock grew even a couple of inches longer and, to his absolute amazement, continued to grow in thickness until it was as big as his own massive bicep.
Chris glanced over at Stamen, who was just standing and smiling as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. He went back to staring at his now mutant meat, which was somehow still perfectly shaped, and actually forgot about the pain caused by his earlier fisting as he realized something: he was incredibly turned on!
Chris bent his head downward and found it easy to have his mouth make contact with his cockhead. It was obviously much too large to fit in his mouth but the hunk was perfectly happy to just lick all over the head. He even shoved his tongue inside his own piss slit and tongue-fucked it.
The vine kept up its stroking motion. Chris felt the impending load building in his new, grapefruit sized balls. He knew it was going to be huge. He formed a seal around his piss slit with his lips, letting a loud moan escape from them as copious amounts of cum were fired into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, thoroughly enjoying the taste even more than normal.
Just as Chris was coming down from the wonderful pleasure of orgasm, the plant roughly pulled his cock away from his face. The vine immediately stuffed itself inside of his cockhead and began to slither its way deep inside the mighty phallus. "Ah! Fuck!" the hero yelped. "That hurts!"
"Oh, it's about to get a lot worse than that, Chris!" Stamen informed him.
The vine travelled not just the entire length of the fourteen inch dick, but actually entered his ballsack. Chris could feel it sliding against his huge balls from the inside, a very strange and rather unpleasant sensation.
The plant held the hero still in that same position long enough for him to wonder what was going to happen next. Suddenly, he noticed something emerge from the vine's base, just beside where it was connected to the gigantic, bud-like portion of the creature. He was disturbed to see that it was a deadly looking thorn, not only because of the sharp pin point, but also having a strange curve with a wicked crescent blade in it.
He went from being disturbed to horrified when a second and then a third thorn appeared. They continued to slowly rise up, each one closer to Chris than the last. "No no no!" Chris cried in desperation.
Soon the moment he dreaded arrived as the last thorn to emerge was mere inches from his cock. "OH SHIIIIIT!!!" he screamed as the next demon thorn arose, pushing straight up and out of the top of his big dickhead.
Screams of agony continued as more thorns tore through his meat every couple of inches.
Finally, the last one to arise came from inside his nutsack. The sack was ripped open and his left ball was completely skewered on the thorn. The right one dropped down, hanging by the cord, past Chris' knees. Stamen stepped forward, grabbed the massive testicle and pulled it all the way down to the ground before brutally stomping it underneath his boot, reducing it to pulp.
Stamen stepped back, and with a wicked smile said, "Blend it up, Baby!"
The vine suddenly began to rotate, the blades on the side of its thorns slicing through Chris' manhood. It quickly sped up, literally becoming something like a blender. Chris' entire crotch, his once perfect set of cock and balls, was completely and utterly shredded.
Chris' voice had grown hoarse from screaming, and his fight had begun to leave him. "I think it's time to finish him off, baby."
Chris was quickly flipped upside down and held only by his legs. They were pulled apart until he was essentially doing the splits, his body like a "T". The plant began to pull his legs harder and harder. Chris, in his inverted position, could do nothing more than frantically flail his arms in an effort to break free.
With a final, primal scream, Chris became a human wishbone and was ripped apart. Starting at the hip, his entire left leg was torn away.
Chris stopped struggling. He simply watched with what little life he had left as he was brought over the top of the huge bud in the center of the plant. It opened up to receive him.
"It was fun, Chris," said Stamen as he waved at the barely alive hunk, "but now it's time for you to die."
Chris was dropped into the open bud. It closed around him. Powerful acids enveloped his mutilated body and he was slowly disintegrated. Skin, muscles, organs, and bones, all reduced to plant food.
The hero Chris Redfield was dead.
Right!
