Monday morning is day eight. Your stamens are 12 inches long and
your cock is full size at 14 inches. You still smile, as stroking
your cock still gives you sexual release and a palm full of green
fluid. Each stroke brushes the tip of your stamens, and it feels
good. The tips then coat themselves in sticky pollen.
Thursday afternoon, day eleven, is when you become the most scared
since the initial anal penetration. Stroking your cock, which is
never flaccid anymore, does not do anything for you. You felt the
sensations fade all morning, but feeling nothing is a surprise. You
take your fingers, and gently rub the tips of your full size 16 inch
long stamens. Your orgasm and a full coating of sticky pollen is your
reward. After your first stamen only orgasm, you no longer feel the
urge to orgasm. The tip of your cock is now different, the slit is
now the + shape, with slits crossing each other. The tip doesn't
stretch around your finger, but now opens wider than ever before.
It's also the first time you notice that your cock is more rubber
than flesh, yet you can feel its touch. Matt is encouraged that you
no longer masturbate constantly, and returns to sharing the dorm room
with you.
Saturday morning is a bit surprising. You wake up and see Matt holding
a full size dildo, like the one that slid into your ass.
Matt turns to you and says, "It is as big as you are."
Looking down at your own uncovered groin, you nod.
Matt smiles, "You both smell good." and gives a gentle lick to the
stamens on the plant dildo.
Matt puts the dildo back onto the table and comes over to your bed.
Gently, he strokes the tips of your stamens. Your whole body
shudders. Each one of your dozen stamens throbs with excitement. You
slowly lie back on your bed as Matt bends down and licks the sticky
pollen from your stamen tips. You orgasm a dozen times, as Matt gives
his oral attention to each one of your green plant peni. Matt then
takes your pistil into his mouth. You feel his tongue slide into your
opening, and stretches you open. You reward him with generous amounts
of honey that oozes from the tip of the pistil. Just as you think you
feel an orgasm building, Matt stops. He stands up, and pulls his
boxers down and then crawls onto the bed over you. He slowly lowers
his body onto yours, aiming his cock for your pistil. Your cock
stretches to accommodate the girth of Matt's rigid cock. Soon, his
entire length is inside your former cock. After a few thrusts of
his hips he orgasms, leaving you to crave his tongue. He then pulls
out and walks into the bathroom. Looking down, you have a replica of
that odd dildo between your legs.
For rest of the weekend, Matt asks if he can pump into your cock. You
smile and give him a difficult time for not wanting to be around when
you were masturbating. Matt lasts longer with each attempt, and you
can feel your own orgasm growing, but Matt's is always first. Matt
asks you questions about the dildo, what it felt like when it entered
your ass. What you did before the shower with the dildo. Matt was now
obsessed with the dildo on the table, and was doing all manner of
rubbing it, sticking his finger into its pistil, and sliding his cock
into it and unloading his own cum. The second dildo never moved. I
started to think it was dead, but its bright green shine and ability
to produce its sticky honey never stopped. Matt even stuck the green
thing between his ass cheeks, and nothing happened.
Monday morning, during Matt's shower is when the plant moved. Only
the plant didn't slide into his ass. The plant crawled up his leg and
flared its pistil open, then slid Matt's rapidly hardening shaft
inside it. Matt was very happy, but this wasn't how it happened for
me. Matt was busy petting the dildo when he cried out in pain. He
then tried in vain to pull the dildo off his cock, and tears streamed
from his face in pain. I tried to help, but he only batted my arms
away. His body began to spasm every few moments, and his cries turned
to a soft moan. I could see a bulge in the dildo moving down toward
the base of Matt's groin. I watched this happen three more times.
Matt's eyes closed and was asleep when the dildo released his cock
and pushed itself off his shaft and fell onto the floor, where it
remained, motionless. Matt's cock was a different story. It was now
covered in thick, bulging veins and had a gaping hole instead of a
slit at the tip of his cock. Matt's change was looking to be
different than yours, at least from the start.