I didn't know what kind of plant Maria turned me into, but her huge husband Toro seemed delighted to find me sitting on the floor. He picks up the pot containing me, and takes me over to the window.
"Boil me some water, Maria, I'm going to make tea," he said grabbing the bloom that was my former manhood, and snapping it off.
If I hadn't been a plant, I'd've screamed louder than an ambulance siren. I did scream, but apparently at a frequency unheard by humans. He set the pot on the windowsill across from the bed. I felt traumatized, but the sun beating on my leaves seemed intoxicating, and I sort of zoned out. Even detached, I felt my wilting manhood scalding and boiling away to make Toro's tea in the next room. Toro returned only wearing a tee-shirt and sipping the tea.
"You know, Tor," Maria said massaging his shoulders, "You have practice this afternoon, and you know what that tea does to you?"
"Makes me happy and horny as hell. You like it when I'm horny, don't you?"
Maria glanced at me for the first time since I became a plant and her jaw dropped, apparently until that point, she hadn't realized where Toro hadn't gotten that flower for his tea. She looked embarrassed, and said, "Yes, yes, I do."
He sipped the tea, and she did too. I was apparently some sort of drug producing plant, which apparently had euphoric, and sexual side effects. I wished I'd paid more attention when we studied botany in biology class.
Maria's bra flew across the room, as Toro effortlessly removed it. Her panties ended up caught in my branches, and then I had to watch as the huge man and tiny woman writhed on the bed in front of me making love. I guess the flowers I produce must be damn potent. He came, and sipped more tea and was hard again. He did this again and again.