Cum? Yes. Room in her pot? No.

Breathing heavily, Seymour fought to stay hunched over Audrey with shaking limbs as his cock twitched inside of her to **** out the last drabs of cum, making the fuckplant hum and sigh contentedly. She still clung to Seymour, head against his body and hands reaching around him as far as they would go, murmuring in protest as Seymour began to inch backwards, slowly pulling his still-hard member out of her. Her hands dragged over his sides, trying in vain to keep him inside.

"Mmmh, Seyyymouur~..." Audrey sighed as his face moved on top of hers, grabbing his neck with both leaf hands and pulling him down. Eyes wide in surprise, Seymour didn't offer any resistance.

Her lips felt cool and soft, tasting sweet and faintly salty. Seymour realized that he was tasting his own cum, but found it hard to care as he sank into the kiss. Even as his swollen glans stretched Audrey's pussy one last time before sliding out with a wet 'pop', human and fuckplant let their tongues quest forwards, drinking deeply from each other in this intimate exploration. Seymour could feel the sweet, honeyed taste of Audrey's nectar spread through his mouth, closing his eyes in a wholly different kind of bliss while his cock dripped a thick mix of cum and nectar onto the table.

When the kiss finally ended and he pulled away a little, Seymour couldn't tell if a few minutes or a few hours had passed. Staring down at Audrey with a stupefied expression, he saw the fuckplant look up at him with a beatific smile, brilliant blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight shining through the windows. Her vines, ruffled from the passionate lovemaking, framed her face in a dark green halo dotted with tiny, purple flowers, accentuated by the two bigger ones on top of her head. How could she be so beautiful, so irresistible? She was... just a plant... But wasn't she so much more? Just looking down at Audrey, Seymour felt a weird kind of aching pain in his chest, like he wanted to be closer to her, to feel her, to make sure she was really there...

But before Seymour could dive down and pull Audrey into a tight hug, the grinding sound of terracotta on terracotta reminded them that the plant girl's pot hadn't fared well throughout their passionate fucking, and Audrey squeaked as she felt the rim she had been sitting on fall away under her, soil spilling out and providing a soft landing at least for her plush rump when she toppled over backwards.

"Are you alright?!" Seymour slid his leg off the table to kneel down next to where Audrey was lying on the broken part of her pot, everything below what would be the knees in a human still embedded in soil. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"N-no, I was just surprised..." Pushing herself up on her elbows, Audrey turned to look at Seymour with a teasing smile. "Are you worried about me~?"

"Of course I am! I lo-- I think I... love you." Even as he said it, Seymour realized it was the truth. He had fallen in love with a house plant. That he had 'met' yesterday. "I love you, Audrey."

"I... Oh Seymour!"

Audrey gave him another radiant smile, reaching for Seymour and pulling him in for another deep kiss as he leaned forwards so she could reach him. The sensation of her lips on his made his cock twitch and smack into the table from below; somehow, it was still rock-hard and pulsing after three rapid-fire orgasms. Finally, they parted again and, inches from his face, Audrey breathed:

"I love you too, Seymour..."

After a bit more hugging and cuddling, awkward as is was with their size difference, and about twenty minutes later, Seymour had cleaned himself up in the shower, sometimes knocking his stiff member into walls or against bathroom fittings. Why was he even still hard? Was that healthy? Probably not, but Seymour didn't find it particularly worrying for some reason. What actually gave him trouble was the fact that his only properly fitting pants - from his grey track suit - were drenched in his cum and thus unwearable. After much thinking and a few failed experiments, all commented by Audrey from where she was lying on the table, Seymour managed to fit himself into a pair of slightly large jeans, the crotch bulging with his balls and his turgid shaft pointing upwards and resting against his stomach, secured by the belt. Turning towards Audrey, he proudly showed off his solution, Seymour received an only slightly sarcastic round of applause which he answered with a wry smile.

"Hey, it's your fault I'm like this, miss Too-hot-to-be-true." The compliment brought an adorable green blush on Audrey's face. "Listen, I can't leave you lying around like this. I'll go to the gardening center and buy you the biggest, most beautiful pot I can find."

"Ooh, Seymour, thank you! You're spoiling me."

"You're literally planted in a broken pot. Leaving you like this would be ****, really."

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate you doing nice things to me," Audrey smiled, pushing a little bit of soil around to create a makeshift pillow for herself. She leaned back and put her hands behind her head, which did things to her breasts that made Seymour's cock twitch and strain against his waist band. "To be honest, this pot was a bit to small from the start, my roots were really cramped against the edges."

"All the more reason to get a new one." Stepping over to the table, Seymour leaned down to give Audrey a goodbye kiss that quickly turned into full-on frenching, the sweet taste of the fuckplant's nectar making Seymour dizzy. When they finally separated and he stood back up, Seymour almost staggered backwards. "Phew... Wow. Uh, I'll be off, then. Later!"

"See you soon. Love you!" Audrey called after him, putting a smile on Seymour's face.

After driving to the garden center for the second time in as many days, Seymour sat in the car for a minute, wondering if this was actually a good idea. Of course, Audrey needed a new pot, but his cock was still achingly hard, pressing against his abs and twitching with his heartbeat. The arousal that came with it had become a buzzing backdrop, lightly scratching at his mind wherever he went. And... the last time he went outside, something had happened, right? Something bad. Or at least awkward. But he couldn't remember for the life of him, what it was. He'd... cum, right? After all Seymour had to change out of his track pants, as they had been completely soaked with something sticky, most probably his own jizz.

That had to be it! Cumming in public was on the one hand embarassing, and on the other hand meant one load that Audrey missed. And the fuckplant needed Seymour's cum. For the first time in his life, someone needed Seymour for something other than backbreaking work. Of course, Audrey was exhausting him as well, but he definitely didn't mind how she did it. The least she deserved for the way she had changed his life was a new pot... and all the fucking she ever needed. Resolve steeled, Seymour got out of his car and walked into the garden center, trying to ignore how hot his cock felt against his abs. He felt his face heat up a little as if in sympathy, but nothing would stop him now.

Finding the planting pots was easy. But how would Seymour decide on one? He could eyeball it, but what if Audrey got bigger again? She was about half as tall as him already, and she'b been... watered recently. So better to err on the side of caution...

"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?" A male sales clerk stopped by the display with the pots just as Seymour was conducting his first test.

"What does it look like?" Undeterred, Seymour swung his other leg inside the large pot as well, careful not to squish his balls between his thighs. "I need to check if it's big enough."

It wasn't. Not really. Sure, it would comfortably fit Audrey, even through another growth spurt, but Seymour had to also consider himself - the pot he was currently standing in would make fucking Audrey kind of awkward.

"Uh, big enough for what, exactly?" Bewildered, the sales clerk, who's name plate identified him as Tom, looked on as Seymour climbed out of the pot and into the next one, rocking it a little once he had gotten in. After all, there were other considerations to keep in mind. "Can I... can I help, maybe?"

"Mmh, doubt it..." This one seemed good, plenty of room to grow and for Seymour to fit in as well. The thought alone made his cock twitch and a tiny drop of pre formed at the tip. "I have a... plant at home that's... well, about my size, so I'm trying to find something to plant her in."

"Alright, then, how about..." Tom quickly stepped back as Seymour lost his balance while climbing back out of the pot, trying to avoid getting hit by the obviously crazy person stumbling and almost falling. "Uh, does this pot seem big enough to you? Could I interest you in some soil as well? What kind of plant is it?"

"She's, hm, I don't actually know..." It was obvious Tom wanted to get Seymour out of the garden center as soon as possible. Maybe he'd even seen the outline of Seymour's cock, which would give the sales clerk another reason to get rid of him. "But she's taking well to the soil I bought and the... fertilizer I use, so I'll get another bag of that later. The soil, I mean."

I've got a big bag of fertilizer right with me, after all. Seymour snickered to himself, earning a weird look from Tom. Clearing his throat, Seymour continued:

"Alright, I think that one's perfect for her." Pointing to the large pot he'd just climbed out of, Seymour turned to Tom. "I'll take that and enough soil to fill it, please."

Tom, obviously glad to see Seymour leave without major incident, proved to be a model worker in that he fetched a cart and three bags of soil, helping Seymour to get them out to his car after he'd paid. To Seymour's relief, despite his perpetually erect dick, his arousal never went beyond a dull throbbing in the back of his mind. That is, until he was sitting in the driver's seat again, Tom long since gone, back into the garden center.

Suddenly, Seymour could feel his balls swell again, straining against the confines of his pants, the pressure forcing a slow stream of pre up his throbbing length. The ubiquitous feeling of arousal surged to the fore, making Seymour gasp and pant as lust flooded his mind, knuckles turning white as he grabbed the steering wheel tightly.

Oooh, Audrey... Seymour groaned, hips twitching as he leaned forwards to rest his burning forehead against the leather of the steering wheel. All because of you...