Get Closer...

You stare at Lenore for a long time. You see it's spherical green head nod. Your lust has driven you to this point and now that you're here it feels taboo and odd.
"Oh." You're at a loss for words "Thanks" You rubs your hands against your thighs, nervously. Lenore raises one of her leaf arms and makes a "come here" wave. How did she learn all these gestures? The chair scraping against the floor you put yourself right in front of this silent plant. If it wanted, it could just grab your jugular and crush your thro- You interrupt this train of thought. Sitting down, the green head of Lenore was right at chest level. Lenore's head bent down and brushed against the fly of your pants.
"Oh yeah, sorry." You unbutton your pants and lower your boxers only to find that you have gone soft.
"Sorry." You have no idea why you're apologizing to a possibly blind potted plant for not being sexually excited but words are just pouring out like liquid from an up ended bottle. "It's just my first time like this" What did you mean by this?
Lenore's head bends down ,and more gently than you knew possible, takes the head of your penis into her mouth. Just moving the lips and keeping the head level, she softly milks your soft length. Her lips are like the mouth of pitcher pot plant thick, fleshy, and slick as polished ice. You sink into the chair as you feel her attend you with tenderness. Blood is flowing back into your penis
now and it's starting to gain length and width. Keeping your inflating length pointing straight up with her lips she lets a line of drool flow down your cock. The plant slime is cool against your heating desire. A shiver runs up your spine and you have to hold onto something. You lay your hand on the back of Lenore's head. You feel its veins running up and down and side to side. It's outer skin is dense and smooth. It feels more leather than lettuce. You don't know if she can feel it but you begin running your hand up and down her now bobbing head.
You are now inside her mouth. The same lips and jaws that had trapped your arm and **** adoption is now applying the same wondrous pressure up and down the length of your cock. Puckered and locked airtight against your cock skin, you gasp every time she lifts her head and creates a vacuum in her mouth. Her tongue proves to be a living thing, more animated now than when feeding. It's longer and wider than you estimated. She teases the underside taking long continuous licks of the underside with just the tip of her tongue before tracing the outline of your engorged purple cock head. The plant slime is slick and makes her dancing appendage more slippery than wet soap on glass. You catch yourself taking labored breaths. You don't know how much longer you can take this. Lenore draws her head up, her tongue drawing a serpentine line up the side of your now pounding erection before flitting quickly at the helmet. She then tightens up, her tongue presses you tight against the roof and side of her mouth. And then slams her head down hard into your lap before whipping it back up ina a flurry of motion. Your mind boggles at the sensations and you are putty in the chair. You lust addled logic was completely right, those teeth rubbing against your pistoning cock only add a sensual friction. You groan and down at your lap to see Lenore's beet red lips locked tight rapidly pumping you in and out of her mouth. The green tinged spit if running over and you feel a trickle traveling down your tightening balls. Your toes are curling and electricity is dancing
through your body. You're not going to last much longer. With a hard plunge, taking you all the way to the base of your pulsating cock, you hold Lenore's head down into your lap as you feel waves of euphoria wash over you in release. spurt after spurt, you cum more than you knew possible. Lenore begins the soft milking motions with her lips, just the way she started. Even as you collapse against the back of the chair Lenore still dutifully attends to you, massaging out the last dribbles of orgasm out of your spent organ.
Your heart is racing and your lungs are trying desperately to resupply your star burst brain with oxygen.
"Oh wow." You don't know what else to say. "How did you learn to do that?" Lenore only responds by running her tongue up the now tight sack of your scrotum. Lenore's head lifts up just enough so that you can see some autotrophic version of a smile before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out at you, displaying a collected pool of your ejected semen on the cupped curve of her tongue. She then retracts it and closes her mouth before tilting her head up and contracting a bit of her jaw and upper stalk. she then turns back and opens her mouth to you again, showing a uniform colored tongue wagging from side to side. It began smiling again, her upper and lower lips parting just enough to see a flash of teeth. You have to laugh at her show of sexual precociousness.
"Such a tease" You say as you caress where the cheek would be on an animal. Your thumb strokes at the corner of her mouth before running across her full scarlet lips. Pressing your thumb against them you feel just how full and fleshy they are, as yielding as the meat of a ripe mango. she stays still and allows you to feel her, even settling into the hold of your hand. A yawn overtakes you. You
must be more tired than you realize. You give a final lingering touch to the top of Lenore's head. You look at Lenore in her pot, and the thought of rolling her beside your bed passes through your mind. You decide against it. Lenore senses your departure and is facing away now, straightening up and starting to look like any other inanimate plant.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night" You shuffle off to bed.

Morning comes and you awaken to feel like one giant sore muscle. Back, neck, arms, sides, front back, upper, lower they all scream as you move yourself gingerly out of bed. Even pulling down your pants to urinate is hard as your hand readies and aims your green tinged cock. Green tinged? You double take and verify that indeed that part of you is now a little more agricultural than the rest of you. It must've been from Lenore's saliva. It looks like as if somehow you managed to get a uniform grass stain over the entire length of your dick. But remembering the experience from last night you wouldn't mind going more green.

You go through your morning routine quickly, eager to check on Lenore. As you head towards the back of the house, noting the amount of sunlight coming through the now glass portion of the roof. You walk into the room to see the chair where you sat last night, the flatbed cart next to the barrel of plant food, and the same pot.
"Lenore?" As you get closer you see the lid to the barrel on the floor, and Lenore's stalk bent over and into the inside of the container. You laugh.
"Good morning." You're next to her now and looking down at her. "You feeling a little hung-" Your words stop cold as you realize that the contents of the barrel are gone. Lenore emerges from the barrel to face you. At your level. She was only up to your stomach yesterday and now she is virtually as tall as you. As she runs her tongue over her plant food covered lips she gives you a big
scarlet lipped smile and puckers up to make smooching motion.
"Huh?" You stare at this while she continues making kissey faces at you. "Oh. Good morning Lenore." You lean in and press your lips quickly against hers. Right as you pull away you see a bit of tongue retracting. Wasn't she eager.
"Wow, someones been hungry." You look down into the barrel. There is a small puddle left in the bottom but the rest is completely empty. Completely, even the walls of it were licked clean. You look to Lenore and see that she's not just taller. The base where her stalk meets the soil has become the thickness of a telephone pole.
"Hmm" you say eying the inch between her body and the edge of the pot. "You're probably going to need a larger pot." You look to Lenore for some sign of agreement and instead she has her head down ,slightly peering up, with her two leafs around her back rubbing against each other. Great, she's being bashful about her size.
"Let me make a call"
You call the Animorph Petshop and a familiar voice answers. You describe the situation how much she's grown and how much she's eaten, and if a new pot can be provided. You can hear his Cheshire cat smile over the phone.
"Oh that's very interesting, she never ate so much in the store."
"Is it unusual? Is overeating bad for her?"
"Hard to say" He says it more like a rumor than information. "but I'll send for a new pot right away. Expect it to show up behind the house near the double doors."
"Double doors?" You hear a thud, like a boulder falling into wet cement.
"Thanks for calling!"
You go back to Lenore's room where Lenore was facing towards a spot outside. There was a shallow brown pot the size of a car cratered in the backyard.
"There's a shallow brown pot the size of a car cratered in the backyard." You can only think to say for Lenore's sake. She brings her leafs together for a silent foliage golf clap. Then it started raining burlap sacks.

After the downpour of brown bags you venture cautiously outside. Thankfully the pot was made of some kind of polymer so pulling it free from the ground didn't require digging. Opening both doors you barely manage to squeeze it in. The burlap sacks were filled with soil. Dark, rich, moist soil fills the whole room with the smells of fertile earth when you open it. Even Lenore seems to appreciate it, and seems to sniff at the air. You retrieve sack after sack and begin the monstrous job of filling a monstrous pot. After what seemed like the thirtieth bag, it seemed like finally the pot was filled. You go to Lenore and wheel her close to the sedan sized pile of dirt and you mentally prepare yourself for the coming task. Bear hugging her already too big and already too heavy pot you do squat
thrust to half throw half place Lenore on the edge of her new home. You push her off the lip of the pot and onto the level soil. You then climb into the pot and drag her to the center.
"Does caring for you ever not involve physical labor?" You ask. Lenore just lifts both leafs up like a toddler wanting to be picked up.
You get the message."
"Yeah, yeah all work no talk." Grabbing her sturdier than expected stalk under her leaf arms you pull up expecting alot of resistance and almost launching Lenore into the air finding none. Lifted above your head, Lenore's roots came right to your face. Her main stalk became brown under the soil and separated into two main roots, like legs, with smaller ones branching out. To your surprise though, the roots were moving and shaking off loose bits of soil that still clung to her.
"Huh" You say. Lenore is now making another motion with her hand. "Do you want me to lower you?"
She nods yes.
"Without digging a hole for you to go in?"
She nods yes again.
"Okay" You lower Lenore's roots to the grounds and watch in surprise as her roots vibrate and shuffle allowing her to sink straight into the soil.
"Wow lo-" The telephone rings. "Hold on" You excuse yourself and go to catch it.
It was the petshop.

"Hi, I was going over the recent delivery and it seems we made a mistake."
"Huh?"
"Soil with less nutritional content was supposed to be delivered but it seems that instead a hyper-potent-nutrient soil was sent. Please
don't put Lenore in that soil."
"Ummm..."
"..." You assume the silence on the other end means he understands what your "umm" means.
"Oh well."
"Oh well?" You ask.
"Yeah, it might be interesting."
"That doesn't sound-" Silence on the line tells you you've been hung up on. What could that mean?

Going back to Lenore's room you Lenore motioning you over. Once you're close enough she puts one leaf around her neck and then begins making coughing pantomimes.

"Water, right?"
A nod yes. Luckily a hose and spigot was just installed along the wall. You put the end of the hose into Lenore's pot and you turn on the water to a steady, flow. As you grab the hose to water the soil evenly you notice Lenore straightening up with her head pointed directly overhead to the afternoon sun and both leafs completely outstretched to the sides. Suddenly the room became slightly darker, as it a cloud was passing overhead. Only problem was the sky was completely clear. Then it became darker again, now as if standing under the shade of a tree with thick foliage. You can only look to Lenore for answers, but she remains unmoving and static in her outstretched pose.
Was she causing this? Can she absorb sunlight? Photosynthesis was one thing, but to absorb visible light that beyond anything
you've heard plants of doing.

Then Lenore began to grow. It was like watching a time lapse recording. Lenore's stalk began growing and broadening, before forming into a willowy shape. Her leaf arms grew to thick vines before starting to shape into something resembling human arms. Before your very eyes her torso, waist, hips were being shaped. You saw the chest of her stalk swell and bloat before fissuring and a cleavage line splitting down the middle to form two very bountiful breasts. The stalk thinned in the middle then flared out for the hips, before going into the soil. As soon as it starts it stops. It becomes bright again.

A now very buxom Lenore, gives you a smile and waves. It's hand and jiggling bosom calls your over.