First, she needs to do some teasing.

One last look up and down the hallway to make sure no one was around, and Seymour opened the door, smiling as the scent of Audrey's flowers hit his nose. Rolling the huge pot inside on one edge of the bottom as he had learned at the warehouse, Seymour entered, locked the door behind him and proceeded into the living room. Or rather, to its entrance - what he saw inside made him stop in his tracks, smile widening even more. Audrey had, of course, grown in size using his triple load from this morning; she was now almost four and a half feet from knees to head, making her more or less human-sized. Her proportions had barely changed. If anything, her breasts had become a little fuller, rising from her chest where she was resting on the couch, the tips of her roots still in the soil of her old pot. The rest of the white, tangled mess that slowly gave way to surprisingly human knees was now open to the air.

And it was obvious why she hadn't greeted Seymour as he came a-grunting, the weight of her new pot nothing to be sneezed at - or carried alone, for that matter. Audrey was sleeping deeply, the two big flowers on her head and the smaller ones on her vine-like hair closed. Even so, their sweet scent lingered in the air, and Seymour felt his face soften. She looked so peaceful, lying there... Leaving the pot where it was, Seymour walked over to the couch, taking care to make as little noise as possible. Sinking to his knees next to Audrey, Seymour just looked at the plant girl, how her chest rose with every breath, how her nose twitched and her brow furrowed... The flowers on Audrey's head and vine-like hair slowly began to open, as did her eyes.

"Mmmh~... Seymour?" A smile bloomed on Audrey's face, and she pulled him closer and into a slow, passionate kiss.

"Hey, Audrey." When they finally separated, Seymour's cock throbbed and drooled, soaking is shirt even more. He couldn't wait to finally plant Audrey... "I brought you a little something. Hope it still fits."

Audrey pushed herself up on her elbows, looking past Seymour. Her face lit up when she saw her new pot sitting at the entrance of the living room, eyes sparkling as she turned back to her boyfriend.

"Oh Seymour, it's beautiful! Is it really for me?"

"Well, I don't know any other pretty plant ladies..." With a wry smile at the way Audrey puffed up her cheeks at the little jab, yet blushed at the compliment, Seymour stood up and went to the pot, starting to take the bags of soil out. "Where do you want it? I kind of have to place it first, then fill it."

"Hmm~... Next to the couch seems best, right? I'd love to stand next to your bed, to watch you sleep, but then I'd be alone all day."

"We can do that as soon as I've been to work again. We have a few old trolleys that no one uses, I'm sure I can take one home. Y'know, get you mobile."

Audrey beamed with joy, clapping her hands together over her generous bosom as she straightened.

"I didn't even think of that! That is such a good idea, Seymour." Audrey pushed her breasts together with her arms as she bit the tip of her pointer finger and gave Seymour a lewd look. "I'll have to think of a proper reward, you know~..."

Seymour swallowed hard and almost dropped the last bag of soil as his dick lurched and pressed against his belt. Audrey was always so damn flirty, no wonder that Seymour 'No Girlfriend since Sophomore year in High School' Fielding was rock-hard all the time. Or maybe it was Audrey's pollen or whatever had made his cock and balls swell so large in the first place; it wasn't like Seymour was a fuckplant botanist.

"Uh, uhm, l-looking forward to it." Smooth as fuck. Seymour's middle name definitely wasn't 'Suave'. Even carrying the pot next to the couch didn't help much. "Is... setting it up here is good?"

"Mhmm~..." Making bedroom eyes at Seymour, Audrey let her half-lidded gaze wander up and down his body, playing with her shapely, green tits. "I lllike what I see..."

"I... you're welcome." Good answer, right? "Now, the soil..."

Turning around to get the bags of soil helped Seymour with calming down. Audrey was so damn hot, teasing him so much! As soon as she was re-potted, he'd repay her by fucking the plant girl fast, hard and as long as his body would last. That thought was the opposite of calming. And as Seymour began to fill the lower half of the pot with soil, Audrey's behavior wasn't helping at all. Squeezing her breasts together with her arms, she let her finger brush over her plump lips, sighing as her whole body shivered with lust. Her thighs began to rub against each other, and Seymour could smell the fruity aroma of her juices mingle with the sweet scent of her flowers. With shaking hands, he finished his preparations and indicated the pot.

"All ready for you, Audrey."

"I see~..." Extending her arms towards Seymour and presenting her perfect, bare breasts to him, Audrey pouted a little. "But I need you... to help me inside, Seymour."

Swallowing hard once more, Seymour walked around the pot and squatted down next to Audrey. His oversized nuts got squashed uncomfortably between his thighs, but that hardly mattered as he felt Audrey's slender, leaf-like arms wrap around his neck and her full boobs press against his chest. And when he lifted her into a princess carry, pulling her roots out of the remains of her old pot, her wide, soft hip pushed against his throbbing shaft, pre squelching out as Seymour's hips almost buckled. Not because of Audrey's weight - Seymour had lifted much heavier boxes at the warehouse. But the insane pleasure coursing through his body, making his cock strain against the belt holding it under control, was sapping his strength. As Seymour turned around to help Audrey into her new pot, she nuzzled her face against his neck, gently kissing the sensitive flesh.

Seymour shivered and groaned, feeling a thick load of cum churn in his balls. He felt hornier than he'd ever been, hornier even than when the fuckplant had first sucked him off. Audrey needed to get into her pot, stat! The faster she was planted, the faster he could ram his rod into her needy hole and empty his swollen nuts inside her! Still, Seymour took care to gently lower Audrey into the pot. Nothing killed the mood faster than bruised roots. At least, that's what Seymour assumed. And Audrey thanked him for being so considerate by letting one leaf-finger run along the length of his shaft under the precum-soaked shirt.

"Ugh--nnnn~..." Seymour's hips bucked, his knees buckled, and he had to hold on to the rim of Audrey's pot to keep standing upright as rope after sticky rope of jizz blasted into his shirt, adding to the copious mess making it see-through. "Au-Audreeeeyyyy..."

"Yeees, Seymour. Cum for me... give me more of that deliciouuus cockmilk..." The fuckplant kept trailing her fingers over Seymour's pulsing shaft, coaxing more and more thick, gooey spunk out of it, catching all that oozed through the fabric in her palms. "Moore~. Mooooore~! It feels so slick and hot..."

Seymour groaned and twitched, jaw hanging slack as he stared into Audrey's lustful gaze as the plant girl licked her lips lasciviously in anticipation of the delectable treat. When his climax finally began to fade, Audrey's palms were overflowing with seed, and she brought them up to her mouth to lick them clean languidly before Seymour's desperately aroused eyes. Digit by cum-covered digit was cleaned meticulously and noisily, the lewd slurping making Seymour's cock lurch and drool mere seconds after his orgasm, balls going into overdrive to meet the demands of the situation.

"Mmmh~..." Pulling the last finger out of her mouth with a loud pop, Audrey fixed Seymour with a smoldering look. "Now, lover, why don't you finish potting me? I have another mouth down below that's still hungry and aching for your cock..."