If he didn't, Audrey would lose her source of fresh cum. Can't have that.

The warm sun shining right into his face finally woke Seymour again. The first thing he noticed was how dry his throat was. The second...

"Frck..." Seymour croaked, coughing to try and get his voice back. "Still...?"

Indeed, Audrey was still gobbling down his cock, which was - of course - still stiff and throbbing. It wasn't painful at all, though, making Seymour worry Audrey's nectar had a painkiller-like effect. After all, he had been out for hours, judging by the sun. And wasn't it unhealthy to have an erection that lasted for hours? Maybe he should go see doctor after he'd freed his boner. Especially with the way his nutsack looked; it wasn't quite as taut and shiny as during the night, but considerably larger than before, resting against his thighs and jiggling lightly with Audrey's gentle sucking.

"C'mon, Audrey, I... ugh!" Struggling to sit up, Seymour felt pain shoot through his back end neck - sleeping crumpled up against the couch apparently hadn't been very ergonomic. But at least this proved that Audrey's nectar only had an effect on his cock, if it had one at all. Rubbing his neck with one shaking hand, Seymour continued: "Audrey, I... I need to get up. Can you...?"

Either the fuckplant ignored him or she couldn't actually understand him after all. Who knew with her? She was a completely new species! Groaning, Seymour sat up and grabbed Audrey's pot, righting it and forcing Audrey to bend down to stay in contact with his cock. Gently grabbing her bulb behind her flowers, Seymour pulled and was surprised at how easy she let go - maybe she was sated after the night? He winced as he looked at his cock: It was shiny with her nectar and massively engorged, veins standing out along its length. But at least it didn't seem any bigger than last night, just bigger than usual. As did his balls; the sack had deflated a little, making the small orbs visible and revealing that they weren't as small anymore. They had swollen to the size of chicken eggs at least.

"God, Audrey, what did you do to--" Turning to the drowsy fuckplant, Seymour did a doubletake. "Wait, what...?"

It seemed Seymour's balls weren't the only thing that had plumped up. On Audrey's stem, right below the lazily waving leaves, two round sacs had popped up, pulling down heavily enough to bend her stem and rest on the soft soil. And if Seymour hadn't known better, he would think they looked like...

"Boobs? Audrey, did you... did you grow tits?!" Audrey raised her drooling mouth at him, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy. "What am I doing, of course you don't understand me..."

But the round orbs hanging from Audrey's stem, light green except for a small, dark-green nub capping each of them, looked to him like a pair of shapely, perky... breasts, jiggling alluringly whenever Audrey moved. It was enough to make his cock twitch at the sight, reminding him that he was still sporting an impressive boner. Groaning, Seymour rubbed his face and lifted Audrey back on the coffee table, struggling with the weight of her pot. Had his cum done that to her? Speaking of which, what hat Audrey done to his cum? The thickness had been unnatural, almost getting stuck in his cock yesterday when Audrey had finally allowed him to cum! This whole thing was crazy. Fucking insane.

"Okay, don't move. I'll get cleaned up, and then we'll see..." Seymour interrupted himself when he realized that he'd just told a potted plant to stay put. "Uh, just... See you soon."

Standing up, Seymour found that his ballsack was squeezed painfully between his thighs if he didn't stand slightly bowlegged. More proof Audrey's nectar didn't have a numbing effect? Maybe... But his turgid rod was still as hard as ever, swinging through the air with every step. Hopefully cleaning the slippery nectar off would help. With slightly unsteady steps, Seymour walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Taking off his shirt, he stepped inside and turned on the water, wincing when he soaped up his throbbing member. It seemed a little more sensitive than before, and definitely a few inches longer and a bit thicker.

"Should I go see a doctor...?" Seymour muttered under his breath as he stepped out of the shower after rinsing and began towelling himself off. "I mean, it doesn't hurt or anything..."

And if he went to the doctor's with or without Audrey, maybe he wouldn't get credit for her discovery. Seriously, he had found a plant that sucked you cock, making it (and you balls, but whatever) grow considerably! Wasn't that the dream of every man? A bigger dick? Still thinking, Seymour left the bathroom to put on some new clothes - and ran into a problem he hadn't thought about.

While Audrey lazily slurped and sucked the air behind him, Seymour stared down his front, cursing under his breath as he realized none of his boxers were big enough to fit his swollen sack and his fuckmeat. While it was finally growing soft, it didn't shrink all that much, a fat sausage resting on his apple-sized scrotum. Seymour's bulge would be immense - if he would be able to actually put on pants without painfully squeezing his privates. His sleep- and fluid-deprived brain took a while to present him with the fast-and-easy solution every bottom-heavy person found for themselves sooner or later: track pants. Stuffed inside, his cock and balls stretched them obscenely, and no fitting boxers meant going commando, but at least he wasn't naked.

"Alright, Audrey, what do you think?" After putting on a shirt, Seymour turned around and found Audrey not looking at him at all, instead swaying left and right lazily in her pot, her newly grown breasts swaying. "Thanks, I like the outfit, too."

Grumbling about the unappreciative plant, Seymour went over to the kitchen nook to prepare himself some breakfast, only to freeze with his fingers on the fridge handle. He'd completely forgotten - no milk. No way he was going to eat another bowl of cereal dry! But, seeing as Seymour wasn't pressed for time today, he could just go out to eat breakfast and use the time to get some groceries as well.

"Alright, Audrey, I'm going out for a bit." Collecting his wallet and keys, Seymour waved goodbye to the fuckplant and left his apartment.

Now, off to the cafe, for some coffee and a bagel.