It definitely will. Not that Seymour cares, though. He needs to repot Audrey.

Breathing heavily, barely able to think straight after his explosive release, Seymour barely registered the hurried steps of someone walking away from the bushes he was hiding in. Maybe they had seen him, maybe they had heard him, hell, they even might have been hit by the sticky, gooey globs he had launched over the greenery, but Seymour couldn't find it in him to waste any more thought about this. With his lust once again simmering on the edge of perception, cock still hard and throbbing, he felt able to make it back to Audrey without hurting himself or others in the process.

Pushing himself up on the tree behind him, Seymour once again pushed his rock hard member against his abs, secured it with the belt and pulled down his shirt. Only now, with his mind not as lust-addled as before, did Seymour notice the almost palm-sized stain his pre had left on the white fabric when he as staggering over to the park - which was now almost see-through, the purple glans a stark contrast to the white of the shirt. Seymour pulled a face, but there was nothing he could do.

All it meant was that he needed to hurry as he speed-walked back to his car, breathing a sigh of relief when he closed the door. The drive back home was surprisingly uneventful - although Seymour did have to wrench his eyes away from more than one lightly-dressed woman when he had to wait at a red light. In fact, each and every time the driver behind him had to honk his horn so Seymour woke up from his stupor.

It wasn't like Seymour wanted to ogle them. For some reason, his eyes were drawn to the curves of every girl he saw, no matter how voluptuous or modest, if they were wearing crop tops or long, flowing sun dresses... Seymour's nuts churned and gurgled towards the end of his 20 minute drive, twitching and swelling in his pants. He was absolutely certain that after Audrey had moved into her new pot, he'd have to give her a celebratory fucking. Suck on her perfect, green titties, finger her little bud, then stuff her full of cock until her body swelled with his seed-- HONK! HONK!

Once again, Seymour's reverie was interrupted by the noise of a car horn from behind him and Seymour stepped onthe gas, muttering excuses as he rounded the last corner and pulled into his designated parking spot in front of the appartment complex. Taking a shaky breath, Seymour steeled himself for what he had to do - making the trip to his apartment not once, but up to four times depending on how many bags of soil he managed to carry, with his swollen nuts squished between his legs and his cock rubbing against his abs... Seymour just hoped he wouldn't waste another load.

But Seymour needn't have worried - just as he was unloading the pot and the bags of soil, raising an eyebrow at how much his car's suspension rose after it was freed of the weight, the busty, fat-nippled and most importantly decently muscled Roxy turned the corner of the apartment complex, giving him a little wave and coming over as she saw him stand around with the huge pot next to the car.

"Hey Seymour." Roxy was most definitely not wearing a bra, her quarter-sized, puffy nipples tenting her shirt obscenely. At least she didn't seem to mind Seymour's staring. "Getting some new greenery in? Need any help getting everything upstairs?"

"Al-... already did, actually... Just... I just need to repot her, she's getting a bit... large..." It was a small wonder Seymour was able to form halfway coherent sentences at all, with his plump, sloshing balls beginning to pump pre up his length at the sight of Roxy's unbelievably firm chest. If she noticed the state of his shirt and by extension his rock-hard member less than adequately covered by it, Roxy decided to ignore it.

"Nice, man. Every apartment should have at least one plant." Grabbing the soil, Roxy threw the bags into the pot and grabbed the rim. "Now, give me a hand here - together we should be able to get everything upstairs in one go."

"S-sure..." Seymour **** himself to turn around and lock the car before helping Roxy lift the pot. It was heavy and cumbersome, but they managed, if barely.

Of course, this also prevented any smalltalk; not that Seymour would have been able to make any, with the way Roxy's chest wobbled enticingly with every step. Seymour stumbled more than once - the weight of the pot, his engorged nuts and cock and of course Roxy's bountiful breasts made it hard to focus on walking up the stairs. He was incredibly glad that he had Roxy's help. After all, Seymour lived directly under the penthouse... Which, judging by the faint moans echoing down the stair case, had once again been reduced to a sex cave. Where did those surfer guys find so many incredibly loud girls to fuck?!

"There we... are!" Roxy had been steering them the whole time, with Seymour's mental faculties occupied elsewhere. "Or do you need help carrying that stuff inside?"

"Wha-- Oh no, no. I'm good, thanks!" Maybe he seemed a little frantic, but Seymour was not going to let anyone see Audrey. Not now, maybe not ever. "Thanks for your help."

"No worries. Good neighbors and all that. See you around!"

With a wave, the buxom woman unlocked Roy's apartment, leaving Seymour to wonder where she had come from and where Roy himself had gone. Maybe... their names differed only by one character... And with Audrey, the fuckplant turned plant girl waiting inside his apartment, Seymour was prepared to believe quite a lot... Also, with the way someone had used a permanent marker to scribble an X between the 'o' and the 'y' on the name plaque on Roy's door, the idea didn't seem all that far-fetched...

"Roy... turned into Roxy? Huh." Not the weirdest thing Seymour had experienced in the last days. Getting sucked off by a plant made many things seem normal by comparison.

A mighty lurch inside his pants brought the almost unbearable horniness back to the fore. Weirdness and changed neighbors be damned, Seymour had a girlfriend to repot and then fuck her brains out!