Eerie Music and Ominous Narration:
“In an early year of a decade not too long before our own, humanity suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence. And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in a most unlikely place ...”
Nudnik’s Flower Shop on Scum Row shared a narrow alley with the business beside it, a low-rent strip joint called Aubrey’s Pleasure Place. The flower shop was not doing well; in this part of town, their main business was selling bouquets to pathetic men to give to the strippers, or their girlfriends, or both, in hopes of gaining romantic favor.
(We don’t know if it worked on the girlfriends; we do know that the strippers would usually sell the blooms back to the flower shop for pennies on the dollar, which Nudnick would then re-use for other customers.)
(The men need not have bothered. Most of those ... um, female entrepreneurs ... were perfectly willing to give the men very intimate lap dances for the US-backed green stuff in the small private rooms at the rear of the establishment.)
The club wasn’t doing well economically, either; not on paper, at least. On those legal and financial papers, the club was owned and managed by Aubrey, a voluptuous peroxide blonde, but she was just a front for the true owner, Orvin Sadello, a de-licensed, perverted ex-dentist.
His main source of income was criminal in nature; loansharking and money laundering. The strippers earned most of their money turning tricks on the side, and occasionally serving as Dommes or Subs for private BDSM parties in Orvin’s dungeon/apartment in the basement of the strip joint.
The club and the dungeon were cleaned by Seymore, an eighteen-year-old bespeckled, nerdish assistant at the flower shop who supplemented his extremely meager income there with his janitorial duties at Aubrey’s. He had been an orphan taken in by Mr. Nudnick and he lived in a room above the shop.
Seymore was obsessed by the beautiful, somewhat older Aubrey, who was as kind to him as the other women were contemptuous and dismissive.
(Sometimes the dancers would cruelly cock-tease him with their uncovered tits and bare pussies while he cleaned the dressing rooms. Seymore was pathetic, pimply and poor; they had no time to waste on losers such as him.)
Though Aubrey was cordial to the kid—hey, he scrubbed toilets and cleaned up the customers’ puke for next to nothing—she gave him no encouragement on the sexual front. The mature blonde did not strip or otherwise service the customers, but she was Orvin’s submissive plaything, often spending long, painful hours in extreme bondage in his sound-proof torture chamber, usually in the late morning hours when the club was closed.
Enough with the exposition; on with the story:
One day, after an unexpected solar eclipse, while looking for new plants to keep the flower shop running, Seymore came across an odd specimen in a vacant lot. It had a purple, fist-sized bud surrounded by green leaves; the bud had what looked like luscious human lips. He potted it and named it Aubrey Two.
Seymore was tinkering with the plant in the back of the flower shop alone late one night; it seemed to be dying off, though he had tried every fertilizer and nutrient he could think of.
Listening to the raunchy music and the vulgar catcalls from the club across the alley, he daydreamed of being with the real Aubrey. His virgin imagination was mostly limited to hugging her and holding her hand, but he was aroused, nonetheless. After jerking off, Seymore tossed his cum-filled tissues on the table next to the wilting Aubrey Two.
At which point, the plant turned in its pot, bent down and used its “lips” to sniff the slimy tissues. Tiny tendrils emerged, scooped up the tissues and proceeded to lick them clean of the ejaculate. Seymore stared with fascination as the weird plant immediately straightened up and looked healthier. The plant then seemed to look at him and smile, its tendrils now waving as if to signal him for more jizz.
After freaking out a bit, Seymore, being a young and healthy lad, was almost immediately able to rub out another one, this time gazing at the faux lips on the plant and fantasizing about Aubrey kissing him. The plant responded as before, seeming to grow a bit larger as it slurped up his man-juice.
“Feed me, Seymore,” the plant said in a small, high-pitched voice. “Feed me.”
Okay, at this point, the kid really did freak out, big time. He ran upstairs to his room, locked the door and consumed a half-bottle of whiskey he had taken from the trash of the club.
The next day, he told no one what had happened, and placed the plant in the shop window to get it some light. All day, it did not speak or move; Seymore assumed he had hallucinated the whole thing.
But, alone with him that night, Aubrey Two pleaded, “Feed me, Seymore,” in a tiny female voice. Grabbing some tissues, and his cock, he started masturbating. The plant, now the size of a grapefruit, shook its bud as if saying “no,” opened its “mouth” into a tempting wet circle and cried out in a more insistent voice, “Feed me, Seymore! FEED ME!”
Checking the lock on the door, Seymore sheepishly put his semi-erect cock close to the plant’s lips, planning to jerk off directly into Aubrey Two. Several tendrils shot out, grabbed the base of the boy’s genitals behind his testicles and pulled his cock directly into its opening.
An alarmed Seymore probably could have broken away, but the sensations rendered by the alien plant were immediately and literally out of this world. Seymore, who had never had a BJ in his life, didn’t know it, but he was receiving the best hummer ever in the history of humanity.
Having consumed his seed the night before, Aubrey Two was now connected with the boy on a telepathic level, tapping directly into the pleasure centers of his brain. The plant also pumped hormones into his glands as it sucked the lad’s dick.
Aubrey Two milked Seymore several times that night; the boy lost count in his hours-long daze. To keep him hard, the plant fed Seymore’s mind with visions of the target of his lust: the human Aubrey:
- Aubrey on a dinner date with him, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
- Aubrey in skin-tight clothes, kissing and rubbing up against him.
- Aubrey stripping out of a slutty bra and panties, and then stroking his chest.
Those were followed up by more outlandish fantasies, all provided by the plant.
- Aubrey dancing at the club, with the stripper pole somehow working its way into her private parts as she writhed in pleasure.
- Aubrey in some kind of sensuous, green body-hugging film that slithered around her naked body, wet and oily, only to wriggle its way into her pussy and ass, setting off waves of erotic convulsions in the woman.
- Aubrey, naked and bound in the basement dungeon next door, sucking his now-substantial cock while being fucked and flogged by multiple versions of Seymore, all the while begging for more and more sex and torment in a frenzy of orgasmic energy.
When he awoke from his dazed sleep the next morning, Seymore found that the plant had grown again; the bud was now the size of a grapefruit. He re-potted it in a larger container before going next door to clean the club.
As incredibly pleasurable as it had been, Seymore wasn’t sure he could take another night like that without damage to his manhood. As he emptied the wastebaskets, he gathered up the discarded condoms that had been filled by the male clients the night before. Putting the various semen deposits into a jar, he saved them all for Aubrey Two.
As the week went on, Seymore would get luscious blowjobs from the plant at night and supplemented his sperm with the juices of the club’s customers. After ingesting the additional DNA, Aubrey Two became fully sentient and started talking with Seymore, bringing him comfort, friendship and advice.
“You need to assert yourself, Seymore,” the plant would tell him. “You’re a great guy, young and strong. Women love to be dominated by your big-dick energy.”
The plant no longer needed to hold the boy in place or put him in a trance during their nightly sexual encounters. And sex it was; there was a spot on the base of the bud near the stalk that Seymore would rub with a little mineral oil; an erogenous zone like a clit that would give the plant an orgasm.
Or so Aubrey Two claimed.
(The plant might have been faking. Women! Am I right?)
During business hours, Seymore would continue to display the growing plant in the window of the shop, and although it moved only a tiny amount, and did not talk, the exotic flower attracted some attention and brought in a little extra business. Mr. Nudnick was pleased with the change in fortune.
Seymore was also changing: his face cleared up, he discarded his thick eyeglasses, he stood straighter, and gained muscle mass. More importantly—at least to Seymore—his cock grew in length and girth. The dancers at the club could not help but notice the nearly constant. huge bulge in Seymore’s pants, along with his new self-confidence.
(Being women of the world, they could tell it was not just a pair of socks stuffed in his pants, particularly after a couple of the ladies copped a feel and propositioned the now-attractive young man for a little freebee in the private rooms.)