Calla Lily

Out of the group, you spot a beautiful plant that resembles a purple calla lily, however there is only one slightly-larger-than-normal flower present amongst a multitude of leaves. Standing at only a foot high, you feel confident that you chose a plant that won't emit too much damage compared to some of the other monstrous plants around.

"The calla lily." you say with certainty.

"Well, go to it then!" She smirks.

You focus on her as you begin to shuffle towards the plant. She seemed smug about your decision and that makes you uneasy again. Reaching the plant, you down stare at it noticing a bumpy yellow rod in the center of the bloom. How are you suppose to take care of this thing? You look to her for answers.

"It's been a long time since it's last pollination! You see, it uses a human's body temperature and nutrients to properly grow it's new seeds. A witch's body is far too cold for it to pollinate but also it needs an extremely fertile male host to properly colonize... which is why it's been so important for you to remain untended."

She waves her hands, removing the mental cloudiness you had over your body. Your sack becomes tender and your throbbing rod feels raw from the hours of jerking off without release. She flicks her hand and you suddenly loose control of your knees, falling on your hands to break the impact. You are on all fours straddling the plant, your dick mere inches away from the flower. With a mind of their own, the leaves begins to entangle and weave themselves up your arms and legs, holding you in place. You feel them tickling your thighs before looping themselves between your legs and around your ass. You watch in terror as the flower expands and contracts in a strange ritual you don't understand before finally blooming to quadruple its previous size. The leaves around your ass constrict, forcing you to begin lowering yourself into its massive open bud. You watch helplessly as it’s tallest petal slides along your shaft before the rest is engulfed inside, plunged a warm tingling liquid. The mouth of the plant secretes a sticky substance, adhering itself firmly to your groin and holding you in place. In its final step of entrapment, the flower again contracts allowing you to see a perfect outline of your now trapped sex. Despite your precarious position, you muster the courage to speak.

“If you needed me to fertilize this plant, I can do it willingly!”

She lets out a very hearty laugh that continues to grow louder, until it almost brings tears to her eyes. She calms herself as she walks over to you before squatting down, pulling your chin up to meet her gaze.

“You’re not fertilizing it. It’s fertilizing you!”

As if on queue, you feel a foreign object press against your cock head, gently wedging itself in between the lips of your slit. You exhale sharply as you feel the burning walls of your canal pushed open, the tendrils slithering deeper and deeper inside. Your dick involuntary pulses as the intrusion stops and begins to work your prostate, forcing you to produce precum. You look down just in time to watch as the bottom of the stem swells and a trail of small glowing beads begins their ascent up the stem to the flower. With your newly lubed shaft prepped, you feel the tube inside your urethra swell, the thin flower petals leaving little to the imagination as you are **** to watch them travel up your member. Pain and pleasure course through you as your nuts grow heavier, the glowing orbs piling up in their new home.

After what feels like an eternity, the sensation stops as you come back into focus. All is still for only a moment before the flower once again expands, a rush of cold liquid rising from its stem and filling it up. Submerged in its icy bath, your hard on quickly shrivels into a-smaller-than-flaccid state. At its cycle completion, the flower begins to drain as it removes itself from you, the leaves retreating from your extremities, and everything returns back to its previous state. You remain still and staring at the dirt floor, too afraid to look at the witch or yourself. Her voice cuts through the silence.

“You have been good so far, but you will truly earn my trust when we harvest tomorrow.”

Your eyes follow her hand as it reaches underneath you, wrapping around your sex the way one would hold an apple. You get a good look at your shrived flaccid member, barely an inch in size, looking comically small as it rests against your over-inflated taught sack. She brings it forward, the pressure in your nuts causing you to almost pass out.

“The conservatory will provide the perfect moist environment for the little seedlings to germinate, so you will be staying here for the night.” She grunts as she stands up before walk away. Just as she’s about to leave your view, she stops to give one last word of advice.

“Not that you would, but I want you to know, harvesting early is not an option. The Purpura Positoris has a very distinct hormone that put your little guy in a comatose state until the proper time of harvest.”

You find your voice through gritted teeth. “And when will that be?”

“You’ll find out… now all we do is wait!”

You watch as she continues her exit, the plants shrouding her path as she leaves you.