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Plant Persuasion
It is a curious tale that I am about to tell, I always thought that the
book, "The Day of the Triffids" was a story of pure fiction. Well, who
on earth could imagine a situation where plants take over the world!
That's just a story, it's pure fiction, isn't it?
Let me start at the beginning, ever since the damn pandemic thing began,
everyone was too scared to go out and so it was with me, i was locked
down in my own home. In reality I was ok though, I was used to being
alone. I'm single, well educated and in my mid twenties, I like my own
company and I mostly work from home anyway, so things weren't that
different. I had my laptop for my work and I had my hobbies to see me
through and keep me sane. You see my hobby was a love of plants, no not
in that kind of way, I just enjoyed planting them and watching them
grow. I loved to see them flowering, their seed pods developing and
watching how they spread the seeds with new plants growing from them. I
know that lots of people enjoy that sort of thing, but with me it was a
little different. You see I was particularly excited to find new,
different and diverse plants, something totally out of the ordinary.
The weirdest ones intrigued me the most, I became fascinated in them,
spending all my time studying them closely as they grew.
It was winter now though and another never ending lockdown, the weather
was miserable, cold and wet, I couldn't spend any time outdoors and
everything was dormant. I was fed up, at a loose end and desperate to
find something to do to break the boredom. I found myself browsing the
web almost every day, looking for some distraction, even spending hours
looking at all sorts of porn, but even that began to bore me. Then I
came up with an idea, to set myself a challenge, if you like. To find
the most out of the ordinary plant that I could find and to see if I
could grow it in the winter, indoors, successfully and hopefully with
any luck, make it thrive and grow.
Now that idea is easier said than done, I already had cacti of various
shapes and sizes and of course the usual succulents and even some Venus
fly traps, but nothing really special. I began my search on line, for
that something totally out of the ordinary the thing that could provide
the fascination, the challenge that I yearned for. Slowly the days went
by and I felt that I was becoming depressed at my lack of success. My
frustration was growing each day so much so that I took to emailing the
actual wholesale suppliers and even plant importers to see if anything
interesting was available, but they all seemed to have the same old
stuff. Then one day after asking an importer, that I had come to know
with my constant pestering and that I bought from previously, if he had
anything, anything at all that was really different on order. I received
the same reply, it made me give an exasperated expletive, I couldn't
help myself. He was quiet for a minute, he had obviously heard my
frustration and for a while I thought he had hung up on me. Then he
spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
"Look, if you want something really different, there is someone that you
can talk to, but let me tell you, this isn't exactly legal and I don't
want any comebacks, so I didn't tell you about it."
I suddenly felt hopeful and a shiver of excitement went through me. I
quickly agreed that I'd keep his name out of it if he could give me the
contact. He went quiet again as if thinking about it for a few minutes,
then in a great deal of reluctance he agreed, giving me the name and
number of a Chinese gentleman.
"Ask him, but don't use my name, just tell him what you're interested in
and that someone suggested you speak to him." He spoke in a barely heard
whisper.
I gratefully wrote down the details and thanked him.
"Just don't come back to me about anything, it's on your head be it."
The phone went down as he said it.
I felt quite excited, it was like going on an adventure and I
immediately set about contacting the man.
Without going into the minutia of the detail, I finally got to speak to
the mysterious Chinese gentleman and after explaining the sort of thing
that I was looking for, he readily agreed to sell me something which he
said was a unique plant which would suit me perfectly. The price was
high and the delivery awkward, with an import description of machine
tools. I would almost have agreed to anything, so keen I was to get this
curious plant, the description of which he was quite evasive about.
It took over two weeks for it to be delivered, two weeks of hell as I
waited impatiently, partly afraid that I had been conned out of the
money, yet excited also at the prospect of seeing the unique plant that
I had bought.
The box finally arrived and when it did, I was surprised at the size of
it, it was surely a three foot cube and quite heavy. I dragged it into
my dining room and opened it carefully. Just inside the top was a basic
note from the supplier.
It said that the plant didn't need much depth of soil which should be of
a coarse sandy mixture and the "pot" should be a wide flat dish, trough
or box. It advised that a small packet of feed was included to start me
off and it went on to say that he recommended the cheapest feed to use
for the plant in future was readily available anabolic whey protein and
he said to mix the protein powder with water and water through the
roots.
That sounded the weirdest thing that I had ever heard of, but he was the
expert so I found myself just shrugging. I'd just have to go online and
order the whey protein that evening.
I didn't want to damage the plant and it seemed far too big for me to
empty it out of the box so I fetched my garden knife, then I carefully
cut the cardboard away to finally reveal the plant itself.
It was a curious looking thing, its roots were long purple rubbery
tubers, almost as thick as my wrist and were encased in a plastic bag,
obviously to keep them moist. There was a mixture of growth above, some
thick blunt ended uprights which I assumed were growing stems, then
there were the leaves. They were large leathery looking leaves, some
open and some closed and looking closely I could see that they looked
like lobes, not dissimilar to those of my Venus fly trap, but much, much
larger. Lastly there were strange stalks, the last few inches of which
were covered with bristly white hairs.
I had found that my Venus fly traps were fascinating plants, but this
thing made them look like tiny seedlings.
I carefully looked it over and immediately I felt a little worried, i
could see that the long journey had had its toll and it was looking a
little the worse for wear. The leaves and growing stems were looking
distinctly droopy and wilted, if I was to save it and successfully grow
it then the sooner I got it into some growing medium, watered it and fed
it, the better, or else it would die and all my efforts would just be a
waste of time and money.
Hurrying I managed to find a large wooden tray in my garage, it was
surely four feet long by three feet wide, but it was only a matter of
six inches deep and ideal for the purpose. The next hour was taken up
with me carefully unwrapping it and planting it, before finally mixing
the feed that had come with it, with water and liberally applying it to
the sandy medium that I'd planted it in. Now all I could do was wait and
hope.
To take my mind off its health I immediately went online to order a next
day delivery of the whey powder, keeping my fingers crossed that it
wouldn't die from the stress of its journey.
Surprisingly by the next day it did look a lot healthier, the leaves and
stalks seemed to have straightened out and become much more upright and
the colour seemed to be a little stronger. In addition to that, the high
protein whey powder arrived by midday and after some soul searching, I
gave it its first feed of it that afternoon. After all it was what the
note with it had said, I could only try and hope for the best
It all appeared to work, which surprised me and gradually the plant
appeared stronger with more growth appearing from the base each day,
whilst the original stems and stalks were more erect and were certainly
growing.
In reality and trying to think back, if I had known then what I know
now, I would never have bought the plant, because having cared for and
nurtured it things suddenly changed.
The real start began one morning a few weeks later, but let me first
explain about the routine of my life a little. As I had said before, I
live alone, in a bungalow with three bedrooms a living room, kitchen
diner and a conservatory. I was worried about the plant getting cold, I
wanted to keep it warm yet I wanted to give it as much light as I could.
So I managed to put the wooden tray it was planted in, on the floor,
just inside the left hand of the two French windows that lead out from
the kitchen diner to the conservatory.
As it was winter, I draw the curtains every evening as an additional
effort to keep the heat in and then I pull them back in the morning to
let the light in. Its what I do routinely when I get up for my early
morning cup of tea.
It was a Monday, I remember, I awoke at seven o'clock as usual, I tend
to sleep in a nightshirt in the winter and a long baggy tee shirt in the
summer. Not that there is that much difference between them, only that
the tee shirt is made from a bit thinner material. As usual I felt
thirsty when I awoke, ready for my cup of tea and I got out of bed,
heading bare footed to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
My normal routine was to go around drawing all the curtains back whilst
the kettle was heating, then afterwards, I'd look out at the garden
until the water was fully boiled ready to make my tea. Each morning when
I came to the French windows, I'd first pull back the curtain covering
the right hand French window, then I'd either squeeze between the plant
and the other window to do the same with the left hand curtain, or often
I'd step across through the plant to reach the curtain and its tie back
that way.
So it was this Monday morning, I put my right leg over the plant,
finding my footing on the floor against the window, whilst my left foot
was still on the floor the room side of the plant. I have to admit that
I don't wear any underwear to bed and I was only wearing my nightshirt
that morning. As I stood there reaching for the curtain, I felt
something against me tickling my inner thigh. It was obviously one of
the plant's stems, but it was like a tease, a definite tickle and quite
erotic, it made me smile as I leaned across to feel for the curtain tie
back. But as I leaned further over, transferring my weight to my right
leg I felt a sudden biting sting. It made me jump with a shout, bloody
hell the thing must have stung me.
I managed to jump back without damaging the plant or myself, but my
immediate reaction to pull my nightshirt up to look at the damage. There
on the inside of my upper left thigh was a weal, a white weal of about
an inch long with a definite red line inside it. I touched it, feeling
it gently to see if there was a sting in it, but there didn't seem to
be. It almost felt like a nettle sting, but worse. I rubbed it, it eased
the hurt and in fact rubbing it, well perhaps the best way I can
describe it as, it gave me great satisfaction! In fact it made me feel
curiously funny and weirdly aroused which is absolutely crazy.
I glanced over at the plant, I couldn't see anything that might have
stung me, though one of the tall hairy stalks was perhaps the obvious
culprit as it was somewhere close to where I had been standing. I looked
closely at it, the weal on my thigh had started stinging again begging
me to rub it, there were bristles on the stalk, but I couldn't see how
they could have caused me that weal.
I touched it carefully with my fingers, afraid of being stung again, but
no, the bristles felt soft and silky, in fact not unpleasant at all, on
the contrary the stalk felt delightful and I unthinkingly began to
stroke it upwards. I suppose I must have stroked it, mesmerised, for a
minute or so before my mind cleared a little and I began to think once
more.
I looked around, if it wasn't the plant then it must have been an insect
that stung me, but I was confused, I wouldn't expect a wasp or a bee to
be around in the winter. I sat there on my haunches for a while, my
nightshirt still pulled up to my waist and unthinking, still giving in
to the yearning and desperately stroking the weal on my inner thigh.
Eventually I must have come to some sense and got myself to my feet,
then without really thinking, instead of making my tea, I went over to
the kitchen and prepared the feed for the plant. I returned to it
moments later, stupidly humming to myself as I carefully watered it in
before finally going to get my tea.
Nothing much further happened that day, but my mind was continually
drawn to the sting and several times during the day I found myself
desperate to touch it and wanting to rub it through my trousers, drawn
by the feelings that it gave me when I did so.
That evening I did manage to draw all the curtains as normal, though I
was very cautious with the curtain by the plant, perhaps my trousers
afforded me some protection, or was I just being stupid. Stripping to go
to bed that night, I sat there naked studying the weal for a few
minutes, I couldn't help myself. It had faded a little, but still left
me with a little white scar on my inner thigh and it still begged me to
run my fingers over it. I forced myself to ignore it, put my nightshirt
on and get into bed, but the desire to touch it filled my head as I
tried to go to sleep. I suppose that I must have succeeded in getting to
sleep in the end but it wasn't a restful sleep, in fact I was wracked
with the oddest nightmares, all of an insane twisted sexual nature. They
woke me up and yet horribly, when I managed to get back to sleep again,
they almost seemed to resume where they left off, which was something
that I could never remember happening before.
Tuesday morning, I got wearily out of bed, I'd overslept as a result of
the nightmares and it was 8 o'clock. I trundled unthinking into the
kitchen, put the kettle on then began drawing curtains letting the
morning light spill into the house. It was just the normal everyday
routine until I came to the French windows.
I carefully pulled the right hand curtain back and tied it in place then
I looked at the left and the plant still in the shadow. I could swear it
had grown a bit more overnight and as I looked at it my heart started
fluttering in my chest and for some inexplainable completely crazy
reason my penis started to tingle. I moved forward towards it, something
in the back of my head telling me not to be so stupid, but somehow I
couldn't help myself, I was just drawn to it. I kept telling myself it's
only a plant and I'm just reaching over to tie the curtain back, there's
nothing to be afraid of. I was trembling slightly as I lifted my right
leg over it, being super careful, my heart in my throat as my foot
gently touched the floor on the far side taking my weight as I leaned
across.
I reached for the curtain. Once again I felt something tickling my inner
thigh, it was on my right side this time and once again it was a soft
almost teasing tickle. I stopped, holding my breath, it was moving I was
sure it was moving, tickling me there and the tickling made me want to
wriggle. Gently, ever so gently, I pulled the curtain back letting the
light flow in around me and the plant. The tickling still persisted and
if anything grew more. I thought how stupid I am, a bloody stem tickling
my leg and I'm getting off on it, I must be going mad. Pull yourself
together you twit, I half grinned to myself and reached for the curtain
tie. It wrapped around my arm as I pulled it free.
The sudden sting on my inner thigh made me jump again and I gave a
squeak, for some stupid reason the curtain tie had got itself tangled
around my wrist as I jumped, preventing me from immediately leaping back
away from the plant. I struggled to unwrap it, but as I did so I felt
another tickling sensation towards the cheek of my bum. "Nooo..." I was
quivering madly now, still tugging to free my wrist yet in the total
insanity of the moment, my naked penis had started buzzing stupidly. The
second sting on the lower cheek of my bum felt almost as if I'd been
swatted with a cane or whip, it made me jerk away from it. "Owwww!"
I gave out a small shout, not that anyone could hear me. I shook and
tugged to free my hand, struggling as I tried to keep my balance,
feeling another tickling touch on my other cheek, I tried to lift myself
away from it, when suddenly the tie back just seemed to disentangle
itself. I should have jumped away then, as quickly as I could, but I
sort of froze. The tickling sensation was making me wriggle again, my
head was telling me to get away from it, get back before it stings you,
but my penis was tingling like crazy and I couldn't seem to coordinate
my senses. Insanely I was wriggling my bum against it as it tickled my
cheek. I should have been prepared for the next sting, I should have
realised that it would happen after the teasing tickling, but I wasn't.
Again, it felt almost like a whip, a lash. "Owww Owww."
I must have got myself off the plant then, though I wasn't aware how I
had managed to do it. All I knew was that I was suddenly sitting on the
floor in front of it, looking up at it, my nightshirt once again around
my waist. The cheeks of my bum were stinging fiercely and I could see
that there was another white weal this time on the inside of my right
thigh. But the really insane thing was my penis was erect and throbbing
like crazy.
I haven't got a large penis, in fact it could be described as
embarrassingly small, perhaps two and a half to three inches fully
erect, but that had never been an issue and I'd never really worried
about it. I hadn't ever been one for the females, since being humiliated
as a young teenager, I had enjoyed my own company through college and
since then I had kept myself pretty much to myself.
I know that I'm not experienced sexually but nothing had made my penis
throb like that and before I knew it, I was in some kind of stupor and
stroking it madly. My groan was more like a whimper when I finally
ejaculated, my jism squirting out in front of me onto the roots of the
plant and leaving me sitting there half naked in unthinking climatic
exhaustion.
I am not sure how long it took me to come to my senses, but eventually I
got myself up off the floor and wobbled my way into the kitchen. I made
the plant food without a second thought and watered it, hardly
remembering that I had actually cum on its roots. A cup of tea and a
gentle shower all helped to get my head back a little straighter, but my
stinging bum and inner thighs were a constant reminder of what had
happened. I dressed slowly, carefully, it seemed that my clothes were
continually aggravating the stings, nevertheless I eventually struggled
to focus and get myself going with my work.
.....................................
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