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At first, Apollo never really understood why Mr. Wright loved that stupid houseplant so much. He vaguely remembered something about it belonging to a mentor, but if it was so damn important to him, why couldn't he be bothered to water it every once in a while?
"Oof. Looking pretty dry there, Charley. Sorry about that." Apollo gave it some water, which it clearly hadn't received in far too long, judging by how some of its leaves were curled up and yellowing.
"Mmm, thanks," said Charley in a sultry voice, ruffling its branches. The color returned to them.
"Um. Excuse me?"
"I said thanks," said Charley. "Mr. Wright's cute and all, but he tends to struggle with... hmm, basic tasks. I appreciate the attention, though. Is there anything I can do to repay the favor?"
Oh. Oh god.
Apollo wasn't sure how, or why, but the humble houseplant had grown a less-than-humble pair of swollen, engorged breasts.
He stared, open-mouthed, for what was probably too long. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. But the disbelief somehow didn't stop his dick from tenting his pants.
Charley shook again, like it was laughing. "Oh that's something I can help you with."
A leaf spread out and pulled at Apollo's waist. It wasn't quite strong enough to really pull, but he stepped forward anyway. Charley adjusted, lowering its tits down to just inches from Apollo's painfully hard cock.
"You'll have to do the zipper yourself," Charley said, stroking over the bulge with another leaf.
Apollo, finally shaken from his stupor, did as he was told. His cock hardened completely and settled right against the cleavage of its tits. Charley shimmied a little, letting Apollo's shaft slip between its breasts.
It wasn't warm, but it was soft and tight, and Apollo moaned, grabbing the plant to have something to hold on to.
The plant hadn’t let all its tricks be revealed at the start, however. Some of the remaining leaves began to grow and twist into phallic shapes, which Apollo looked at with equal parts fear and arousal. “What’s this-“ he went to ask before being cut off by the growths going into his mouth and ass simultaneously.
He moaned at the sudden stimulation, and didn’t even think about how strange it was that he didn’t even need preparation. Apollo always enjoyed having every part of his body stimulated, so it was easy for him to be overwhelmed by all this. The false breasts and the plant-tentacles caused him to reach a point of overstimulation, and it was too much. He was never strong in these positions, always had trouble not cumming early, but he didn’t need permission right now, did he?
At this point, he no longer cared as he was pounded into without thought, and he came with a loud scream and an unceremonious drop to the ground.
After a while, the door opened. “Apollo, are you okay?”
“W-Wright, the plant.” Apollo was still in shock, even with Phoenix now there. Did he know? However, when he looked up, it was back to normal again.
“It’s just the usual. Just watered today, even.” Apollo didn’t even know how to contest.