Jeff sighed as he sat cross legged in the dirt. As it turned out, the other flowers were just a bit too far away for him to reach with his limited range, with left the sex starved boy miffed as he wriggled his butt in the dirt. The sensation of his constantly flowing and growing roots was lovely, but not enough for what sat between his legs.
Jeff looked down, wiggling his toes and humming as he recalled the Chronovac’s settings. There would be more changes... perhaps more flowers? Could he have sex with himself then?
Lowering his hands to rub his feet he sighed in relief as he rubbed them, feeling the soft skin as his slightly enlarged stomach jiggled a bit. He had some juice in him, but not a lot.
As he was rubbing his feet he felt something odd. His hand brushed against something... familiar. Looking down he noticed that he hadn’t touched his flower... yet he’d felt it.
Jeff blinked as he held up his hands in front of his face. There was white on them. Jeff smiled but noticed the urge to just clasp his hands together. Following that urge he closed his hands together, and watched as all his fingers merged together and his hands became one... before the fusion of his hands turned into on white bulb. The bulb slowly opening to reveal a large flower as Jeff smelled the lovely scent, smiling dumbly as he waved his new flower. He didn’t care his arms were stuck together, but he had a new flower.
He did fail to notice until he looked down, that his feet had each turned into a seperate, smaller flower. His legs had even twisted to be permenantly facing upwards as Jeff giggled and held his central flower to his chest in delight, looking down at all three of his smaller flowers in joy.
With one slow movement, he plunged his central flower into his crotch flower, and forced his feet flowers to pollinate each other.
He moaned a groaned at the self pollenation, it was amazing and lovely. The stimulation intoxicating as he sexed himself. He failed to notice his migrating legs , turning Into a second pair of ‘arms’ instead as his crotch flower was finally dried up, Jeff panting as his crotch flower died... but not before spew8ng out a bunch of melon seeds before retreating inwards.
Jeff didn’t care as he held his central flower to his chest, and his two smaller flowers were facing the sky. His lower body below his second pair of arms turning round and bulbous as his juices sloshed within. And so Jeff waited, his brain not fully functioning as he drank in the sunlight