Kind of. Just not the way he's thinking.

This stupid plant. If only I'd never taken her home! Seymour seethed as he fumbled with his keys, trying to unlock the door to his apartment. But just you wait! I'll...

It felt like a solid wall of flowery scent hit him as soon as he stepped inside, the door falling closed behind him. What had been his problem again? Something about Audrey, right? Ooh, Seymour remembered: He'd forgotten to clean up the soil that had spilled from her pot after she fell. And he hadn't watered her. That must have been why he had been running home so desperately. And speaking of desperation: His throbbing cock desperately needed getting off. Giggling about his own joke, Seymour stepped into his living room and stopped in his tracks.

"A-Audrey?! You... you look..."

The fuckplant's head turned towards Seymour, tilting to one side as if in greeting. Only it didn't look like it had tonight. Instead of an elongated bulb reminiscent of an aubergine, it looked... human. Granted, it was about half the size of a real human head, and the lips seemed to be made of petals. Instead of hair, vines with tiny purple flowers had grown from her scalp, complimenting the bigger flowers she'd already had and which now sat to the left and right of her crown, a little towards the back of her head. Her nose was a cute little button, her eyes the most brilliant blue.

"Hello, Seymour..." Audrey's breathy voice called out to him, her petal-lips curling into a smile.

"Ah... buh, bah..." Seymour's mouth didn't seem to work properly. Nor did his brain, for that matter; it seemed completely devoid of thoughts as his eyes wandered down Audrey's body.

That was the only word that could be used, because it wasn't a stem any more that grew from the soil of her pot. It had thickened considerably, the part between her head and her leaves - and boobs, these perfectly shaped tits Seymour could not take his eyes off - now much shorter and flaring out into what looked like shoulders. And her leaves, resting on the swell off her light green breasts, now seemed to have fingers, their shape almost human-like as well. She even had a stomach, tight and toned, but without belly button, and... hips... Thick, dark green hips swelling from her tiny waist, wider than her newly grown shoulders and disappearing into the soil, the pot now almost too small to contain her.

"Y'know, any lady would be flattered by a man bein' dumbstruck at the mere sight of her..." Audrey smiled, beckoning Seymour closer with one leaf hand. "But me... I need somethin' more..."

"Whu... what...?"

"Feed me, Seymour." Audrey opened her petal-like lips into an alluring 'o', a dark purple tongue questing outside before returning inside the plant girl's mouth. "Feed me your cum."

Seymour's steps were unsteady, but purposeful, hands already pulling at the strings of his track pants. They were in the way, he needed to get rid of them! But for some reason, the knot only got tighter, refusing to open and let Seymour pull his pants down, no matter how he struggled. Thus, wen he finally reached Audrey, Seymour's pants were tighter than ever, both at the string and the crotch, making him groan in frustration.

"Wouldcha look at that!" The fuckplant marveled at Seymour's bulge, leaning forwards in her pot to let one hand run over the thick length almost reverently, holding on to Seymour's pants with the other. "It's gotten so huge and juicy... All for me?"

Seymour shuddered with barely suppressed lust. Of course all for her! All because of her! Now, if only he could get these damn... pants... DOWN!

"Ahahah, oh yes!" Audrey squealed in delight as Seymour forcefully shoved down his pants, his cock springing out like a jack-in-the-box to slap against the plant girl's face. She grabbed the thick shaft with both of her cool, soft hands and pressed her cheek against the velvety skin. "It's so hot against my skin, an' it's throbbin' so much..."

"Oh fffuck, Audrey..." Seymour bucked his hips, rubbing his drooling cock against Audrey's skin. His brain had started working again, in a way; now all he could think about was plunging his meaty rod deep into Audrey - it didn't even matter how and where, as long as he got to fuck her! "I... I can't..."

"I know, Seymour..." Audrey breathed, letting her tongue run over his turgid pole, leaving a glistening trail of nectar behind. "I can't wait either."

Pushing back inside her pot, Audrey planted her nectar-slick lips on the tip of Seymour's throbbing cock and let her tongue run over his drooling slit, only for Seymour to push forwards with a mighty thrust, pushing his rock-hard fuckstick deep inside Audrey until his enormous balls smacked into her soft breasts. His shaft made the fuckplant's throat bulge obscenely, twitching and throbbing within its confines as Audrey's eyes almost popped out at the sudden invasion of her mouth.

"Mmmuuugh!" Her muffled squeak didn't sound panicked in the slightest, delighted even, but Seymour would have been unable to tell the difference.

He began pumping away slowly, savoring the tight, slippery hole, his churning nuts swinging back and forth pendulously as he dug the fingers of his right hand into Audrey's vines at the back of her head. She kept making happy, muffled cooing noises, the squelching of her nectar dripping down Seymour's heavy sack and onto Audrey's jiggling tits a nice contrast. Her hands were holding on to the rim of her pot to give Audrey enough leverage to lean into Seymour's languid, powerful thrusts.

"Hnnoooh..." Seymour groaned as he felt his throbbing shaft bend within the tight, slick confines of Audrey's throat, reaching easily as deep as her chest whenever he hilted out, pressing his crotch into Audrey's face. "I've been thinking about you all morning, Audrey..."

As Audrey pressed her tongue against the underside of Seymour's thick length and gazed up at him in appreciation, a hint of a frown appeared on Seymour's face as something scratched at the back of his mind. Yes, he had been thinking about Audrey all morning... but... because he had wanted to fuck the suckplant's tight mouth again? Had to be, right? Why else...

"Hhnnff!" The sudden feeling of Audrey's hand palming and squeezing his enormous balls made Seymour suck in a lungful of sweet, flower-scented air, and suddenly it didn't really matter anymore. His nuts felt gigantic in Audrey's tiny leaf hands! "I'm not gonna--oooh yeah... Last very long if you keep that up..."

"Mhmmgh!"

Which seemed exactly what Audrey was aiming for. Her tongue swirled all over Seymour's shaft with every forwards and backwards motion, sometimes managing to dance over his frenulum when he almost slipped out. Not that Audrey would have actually let him go - her petal mouth formed a tight seal that always caught his glans before Seymour could pull out completely, and the suction Audrey continuously produced for him to fight against made sure to draw him back in. Seymour could already feel pre-cum begin to flow, gulped down hungrily by the fuckplant latched to his crotch.

Soon, Seymour could feel his balls swell with seed - literally. Growing heavier with every thrust, they began to pull at his crotch, the slapping sounds every time they hit Audrey's tits growing meatier and louder. Audrey, of course, noticed as well, grabbing Seymour's balls with both hands and hugging them to her bosom. His thrusts turned into short, barely controlled jabs down Audrey's throat as Seymour rocked the greedy fuckplant's pot on the table. He could feel his cock tingle, his nuts churn, the slippery nectar seeping into his skin feeling nice and cold. Audrey's mouth was simply the best...

"Shit, Audrey, I'm close, I'm really fuckin close!" Grabbing Audrey's head with both hands, Seymour pumped his hips rapidly, her excited squeals almost droned out by the loud slapping and squelching. "Fuck yes, I--cumming!"

At the same time as his nuts pulled up to **** their heavy load through Seymour's swollen length, Audrey squeezed down as if to help them, making Seymour grit his teeth against the almost painful pleasure as he pressed Audrey's head against his crotch, hips bucking until he finally felt his hot seed explode deep into the fuckplant.

"Take. It. All!" Hips twitching in time with his words, Seymour sent spurt after spurt of cum down Audrey's throat, the fuckplant slurping and sucking loudly to make sure not a single drop was lost.

But even so, the sheer volume - seemingly even more than this morning - was enough that it soon overwhelmed Audrey, her cheeks bulging as she fought to keep everything inside, only for Seymour's last shot to finally break the seal around his swollen member and squirt out from the fuckplant's lips and drip down onto Seymour's balls. From there, the almost jelly-like cum oozed down into Audrey's cleavage.

"Mmmmh..." Audrey moaned and slurped loudly, following Seymour's dick as far as she could without tipping over until it popped out of her mouth as Seymour fell backwards on his butt, legs suddenly so very weak, cock slapping against his belly. It wasn't going down at all, twitching with every heart beat. "So much... so thick... so tasty!"

Audrey made a show of scooping the one stray glob of cum that had escaped her greedy mouth with one leaf hand, slurping it off her finger. Repeating her motion from before, Audrey opened her petal mouth to show Seymour just how much she had been unable to swallow before licking the sticky mixture of cum and nectar from her lips, gulping everything down as she closed her eyes appreciatively.

During all this, Seymour could only stare at the fuckplant. How could she be this hot?! She was a damn plant, for fucks sake! But the way her vines had been ruffled by his hands... the swell of her soft, perky breasts, all shiny from his cum... even her hips, disappearing into the soil of the pot as they were... All was just so alluring, sexy, irresistible.

Both their reverie was suddenly interrupted by the loud 'ping!' of a crack appearing in the terracotta of Audrey's pot.