As you walk though the door, you feel the anticipation build inside you. As you quickly walk into your room, you see the two pots just as you left them. Getting closer, you examine the pot with the seed, and you only see dirt. Turning to the other pot with the flower and green shaft, you can't tell if it's dying or still alive. You lean over the top of the flower and begin to cough. You continue coughing until you feel yourself start to choke, and then your stomach sends some of it's contents into your mouth. You then spit the semen you consumed earlier from Bobby onto the flower and the dirt around it. You repeat this two more times, being sure to keep plenty of your meal for yourself. You take your finger and clean off the inside of the flower. It feels like lots of small hairs touching your finger as you rub it inside the flower. The taller structures are leaning over, and you think this is a bad sign. You think it would be best to stop playing with the plant, in case your actions are making things worse. As you stand up, the taste in your mouth serves to remind you of your fun earlier in the day. You look over at the clock, and is almost 5 PM. You have time to join Brenda back at the store. You lick your fingers clean and start to walking to the door on your way back to Brenda's store.
Nearly two hours later, you and Brenda walk back though the front door of your home. Tired after a busy day, Brenda lays down on the sofa while you continue back to the bedroom to see if any changes have occured. The seed pot is still just dirt. The flower pot hasn't changed either. You notice that the plant appears clean, with no signs of the sperm and seminal fluid you poured on it. You see a couple of tiny leaves budding near the top of the green shaft. You dig into the soil about halfway from the center of the pot and the edge, and find a dense network of new hairlike roots. You smile as you know the plant is alive, at least for now. You take your latex finger and smear it inside the flower like the lady did back in the shop. You feel a your finger is coated with a sticky substance, that you rub on the taller structures. You stop after a few moments, thinking the flower doesn't need too much attention while it appears to be healing itself. You stand up, and walk back into the living area where Brenda is, licking the tasty sticky stuff off your finger.
A couple of hours pass until you return to the bedroom and notice the flower on the green shaft has closed up, and now looks like a green cock with a mushroom tip. You kneel down in front of the pot, and slowly lean forward, taking the flower into your mouth. You begin to suckle lightly, enjoying a light honey taste from the shaft and tip. Eagerly, you lick and suckle for a few minutes, even deep throating the shaft so you can milk it with your throat and tongue. Soon you feel something begin to stretch the shaft from the inside, and slide upwards, followed by another. "Seeds?" you think to yourself as you continue your oral assault on the plant. As the first of the bulges nears the top of the plant, you raise your head so that only the tip of the plant is in your suckling mouth and start using both hands to milk the shaft. Soon one, then two, then three...and they continue, very sweet globs of thick, sweet plant goo. After several minutes, the plant runs out of the tasty sauce. As you lift your head off the plant's tip, you give the plant a gentle caress with your fingers and stand up and admire your green cock in the flower pot. Soon you hear Brenda in the kitchen cooking her nightly meal, so you decide to take a nap on the bed until she wakes you.
As your eyes open, you see Brenda and feel her tugging on your arm, "Wake up, your leaking." she says.
"Leaking" you say groggily.
Brenda points to your breasts and says "Yea, something out of your nipples."
You sit up on bed and look down, and watch as trails of whatever you were leaking slides down your latex suit and between your legs. Brenda hands you a towel, and you wipe yourself off. You look at the towel and notice the goo is clear. You lick the towel, and you remember that taste, it's the taste of the sticky stuff inside the flower. You hand the towel to Brenda, "Here, have a smell."
Brenda leans forward and inhales through her nose, "Hmmm, smells good." Brenda takes a lick, "That's good. Like a mix of milk and honey." Brenda inches closer to you and leans down to attach her lips to one of your nipples. You feel her suction is rewarded by a stream of the fluid flowing out of your nipple. Brenda pushes you onto the bed, her lips remaining locked on your nipple. As the flow tapers off after a while, Brenda switches to your other breast. Something about having someone nurse from your breasts is arousing and you love it.
Soon, both of you drift off to sleep, with Brenda still laying on top of you.