You open your eyes slowly, the weight of Brenda's body right where she lay when you dozed off. Softly, you stroke her gorgeous hair that you adore. As you tease her hair, she begins to stir. "Sleep well?" you ask.
"What time is it?" asks a half asleep Brenda
You turn your neck to the side, looking for the clock, "Nearly 4am."
Brenda slowly crawls sideways off you and onto the bed. You then sit up slowly and look down to Brenda, "I think the flower needs semen to live."
Brenda relaxes on the bed, as she drifts back to sleep, "I'll give it some in the morning." You smile and lay back down next to Brenda, wrapping an arm across her chest under her breasts and join Brenda in returning to sleep.
The alarm goes off, it's 7:45am. Brenda slides away from your arm and to the side of the bed, making her way to the kitchen. You slowly get up and follow her, and watch as she makes her morning coffee in the same coffee maker you once could not live without. You look her over for a few moments and ask "Feeling ok this morning?"
Brenda, still pre-coffee groggy, nods yes without saying anything. She steps next to you and nuzzles her nose between your breasts, and softly says, "I love you dear." and slowly moves her lips back to one of your nipples.
It then hits you that Brenda seems to be about 4 inches shorter than she was last night, or you are taller. Since you are not sure, you say nothing as long as Brenda doesn't notice. The nursing of your breast feels good, the sensation of the fluid flowing through your nipple is very pleasing. You watch as the coffee maker finishes its cycle as Brenda turns her attention to your other breast, the first one sucked dry.
"Your coffee is ready," you say.
Brenda continues her romantic embrace with your still flowing tit. After a few minutes, she raises her head and kisses each of your breasts, "Your taste is wonderful" she coos softly. Slowly she turns to the coffee maker and returns to her normal morning routine.
At the small kitchen table, you have a seat, and smile when Brenda takes the seat next to you. "I think the plant needs sperm to live. Can you drain your cock into the flower pot before you leave?"
Brenda nods slowly, "If that plant changed you, then I'll be happy to masturbate into that pot as much as I can."
"Thanks." you say.
Brenda smiles, "Now go rest, watch TV, or read the paper. I'll never finish my breakfast if I have to talk all morning." as she waves you toward the door.
You nod and head back to bed, and after a few moments, you are asleep.
You wake up to the sounds of repeated grunting. As your eyes open, you move your head around to locate the source of the sound. You smile as you start to sit up in the bed, while looking at Brenda crouched over the pot with the flower, her hands steadily milking thick jets of her cum into the pot as she grunts each time her body tenses up in an orgasmic throb. Watching Brenda masturbate is one of the most incredibly hot things you have ever seen, and wish she was masturbating while kneeling over you. As you stare at the beautiful form of your dreams, a lustful fog fills your mind and you lose track of time.
With one last squeeze of her shaft, Brenda slowly stands up, unable to force anymore than a few drops at a time from her shaft. She begins to laugh as she notices your horny, turned on glazed look. "Get enough for you?" asks a coy Brenda.
Your mind clears quickly, and you notice the dirt in the pot is no longer visible, the top surface now covered in thick cum. You try to fake a thoughtful look and say, "Well, I think that will do."
Brenda shakes her head slowly, "Next time, I'll be crouching over you."
The thought races though your mind and your body tenses slightly at the thought.
Brenda puckers her lips as she says "Ooooh, your body doesn't lie. I will have to keep that in mind for the right occasion. Well, I have to get to the shop. Your welcome to join me."
You fall back onto the bed and say, "I'll drop in later." and with that you slowly fall asleep as you hear the front door close behind Brenda.
You wake up and it's nearly 1 PM. You turn over and look at the pot with the flower. The layer of cum from this morning is gone, but a wet, glistening soil remains. The flower remains closed, it's mushroom shape calling for you. You pull the dildo out of your vagina, as you have another idea. As your heart beats faster, you go over and position the tip of the flower against your slit, and slowly slide it deeper inside you. It's not bigger than the dildo, but the fact it is alive and mysterious feeds your excitement as you slowly raise your body up and down the shaft, using your vaginal milking muscles to clench and massage the shaft. After a couple of minutes, your female orgasm is nearly there, and you slow down slightly. You savor the first waves of your orgasm as the warmth spreads from the green cock sliding deep inside you. You continue to sustain your own orgasm, and savor the feel of the smooth shaft against your vaginal lips. Soon you feel the familiar bulges begin to form and flow up to the tip, but this time, when your pussy nearly touches the dirt, the bottom of the shaft seems to balloon to stretch your vaginal walls to their limits and lock you into place. You try to lift, but you feel the weight of the pot holding you down. Soon, you feel the warm fluid pumping into you from the plant. You have the ability to milk the plant, and build yourself to another orgasm rather quickly, as you are very aroused by this new behavior.
After a few minutes, the plant doesn't change. You feel bloated from the plants fluid, but the plant feels tightly wedged into your vaginal cavity. Your ready to lift yourself off the shaft, so you give a very hard, firm squeeze to the shaft while pushing up with your legs. As you push upward, you feel the pot move. You then imagine your vagina is five times bigger, and as your vagina quickly expands, you stand up, and free yourself from the green cock. You look down and see a huge knot at the base of the plant next to the soil, it looks like a basketball, and it is slowly deflating. You return your vaginal cavity and opening to normal. You have an idea. You pick up the pot with the flower in it, and take it to the toilet, and put the pot inside, and lower the seat. You then remove the dildo in your ass, and place it in the sink. You then position the mushroom tip next to your ass, and then slide down until your latex ass is sitting on soil. You feel the green shaft expand inside your ass, the cock tip pushing against a nerve center, as you feel your orgasm quickly grow. You try to force more of the shaft deeper into your ass, as you savor this feeling of being stretched in the most pleasurable way you have felt in your ass so far. Soon, you come down from your orgasmic high, and your eyes grow heavy as you fall asleep on the toilet, the green shaft buried deep into your ass.
You wake up with Brenda nudging your shoulder, "Hey wake up. Wake up."
Your mind is cloudy and you have a headache. You mutter, "I'm up", and as you try to stand, you feel the huge cock still buried in your ass. Each time you try harder to stand, you feel the weight of the pot and all. You sit back down and sigh.
"I know you can't help yourself with cock, but this is a little weird." says a concerned Brenda.
"This plant is special. I want it inside me, I love how this feels." you say as you use the muscles in your lower bowels to massage the green monster.
Brenda notices, "Your breasts are bigger, perhaps fuller." and then she smiles, "I can live with more of your sweet honey-milk." Brenda stares at you for a moment and then turns, "I am going to fix supper while you clean up." then heads to the kitchen.
You push up again, trying to stand. Slowly the entire plant begins to separate from the pot. You begin to work your ass muscles, and reach behind you and shove the huge base of the plant with it's large, thick nest of hairy roots into your ass. As you stand fully, your belly shows the well defined bulge of the mushroom head of the plant. You press your side, and smooth out any deformations. As the roots try to embed into your bowels, they are denied. Your latex lining is immune to the roots.
You walk into the kitchen with Brenda, "I put the entire thing into me. Now you have to feet it in my ass."
Brenda grins evilly, "You know I will."
You return to the living room and lay on the sofa. You adjust yourself to get comfortable while your new occupant stretches and jostles around inside you. The plant continues to ooze it's fluid inside you, and it's roots ooze something that makes the part of your bowels where the bulb is feel warm and pleasant. Your whole body feels more sensual and alive with the strange plant buried deep in your bowels. If it changed your breasts, you wonder what other changes your body may encounter.