Morning Wood

Sunlight hits your eyelids as you’re awakened from your surprisingly peaceful rest. You instinctively stretch grinding your hips into the pit you made. A pleasant and familiar sensation twinges from your cock and you smile to yourself in your drowsy state. You flex a few more times before it hits you. Are you getting hard? Lifting your hips, you reach into the pit to find that sure enough you are rapidly waking up.

In that moment, uncontrollable horniness floods your mind and body. You hoist yourself onto your elbows and begin ceaselessly grinding into the hole, your pulsing hard-on burrowing a tunnel deeper and deeper as it grows. You pick up the pace as your heavy balls slap the dirt, but every slap sends more pressure behind your load. Each thrust feels otherworldly, as your moans echo off the glass walls making the forest sound alive with the sounds of pleasure. You feel your balls constrict and you know it’s time. Your eyes roll back as cum erupts from your cock, as you bury it deep into the hole. Your orgasm becomes prolonged as the orbs stop you from cumming until the pressure becomes too great and they are sent out with a fresh hot batch. Orgasm after orgasm pulses through you as you dump load after load into the hole until you feel your essence waning, your shrinking head dry spasming into your planted seed.

Your entire body twitches as you begin breath again, stars appearing in your vision before your breath becomes shallower.

“Who knew you were a natural botanist?” The witch startles you as her words cut through the post orgasm bliss. “I’ve been observing for an hour now. The choice to bury yourself in the warm moist dirt was the right one and it’s the one that got us to harvest earliest. I have to say, I’m impressed!”

You finally come down from your high, lifting your hips from out of the spunk filled hole. It’s then that you notice, instead of your normal post-nut state, your new round sack and shrunken member are still there!

“One harvest down, many more to go.”