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So I met this girl, Maria, and I guess we were both pretty much wasted because we were already undressing at her apartment before I could even realize it.

She had told me a lot about herself at the bar. She apparently worked as some kind of performer at some show or something. I was too busy looking at her cleavage, so I just drank my drink and nodded with feign interest during our conversation.

When she asked me about myself I made up some wild story about having been working abroad for a few years and visiting all sort of places. She instantly knew I was unemployed.

Anyway, where was I… Oh yes. I was in my boxer briefs and making all the wild animal mating sounds I knew of already but Maria was struggling with her bra. I kindly offered my help, but goddammit, that thing was harder to unlock than the safe from the state bank.

In any case we were both so damn horny we began to make out with her clothes still on. I hadn't had a proper fuck in months. My uncut cock had been rock hard and wanting to go into dark places for a long time. So there I was, horny and drunk as hell, dry humping her ass.

I was actually getting a little worried I'd cum too soon. I took off my boxer briefs and let my erection hang out, to see if she would get the hint. She indeed did, but when she tried to take her skirt off, the zipper on it got caught up on the fabric. I kindly offered my help again, but she shook her head with a sigh, the incident with the bra still recent in her memory.

We heard someone calling at the door, but we ignored it. Probably some beggar.

After a lot of sweating, moaning and panting she finally managed to remove her skirt. Oh, boy!

But just as we were about to fuck, they called at the door once again.

“Oh, shit, I think it's my husband!" Maria realized.

“You're married?!" I said startled. “So what?" My loins pondered undazzled.

Maria left the bed and quickly got dressed up again, her vault behind a huge amount of unbreakable locks one more time.

“You have to go! Hurry!" She said. “He'll kill you if he sees you like this!" She pointed at my naked body, most specifically at my raging hardon.

But I had forgotten where I had disposed of my clothes in my drunken haze. In her bedroom I only could find my white boxer briefs which with the big cum stain on the front it only seemed to help accentuate my intentions.

I could hear loud footsteps advancing slowly towards the front door. Wow, her husband must be a big bull of a man.

We were both running out of ideas. Maria lived on the fifth story of the apartment block, so escaping out from the window wasn't an option.

Maria picked up her small handbag and took out a small notebook. She flipped through the pages at an incredible speed. “ Come on…I'm sure I had jotted it down around somewhere…"

“This is not the time to study for your midterms, we need to find me a place to hide…" I told her.

“I got it!" She said triumphantly. “Peter…That was your name wasn't it?…Place your underwear on the floor."

“Are you crazy? That would make everything worse…"

“Just believe in me!"

“Okay, okay…"

I removed my boxer briefs once again and placed them on the floor. Maria fished out from her bag small sack of…dust? She sprayed it on my boxer briefs, and then put some on her hand and blowed it all on my face.

“Hey! What's the big idea…?" I said between coughs.

Maria then said something in which seemed to be a very ancient and mystical language. Spanish, probably. When she finished speaking both me and my dirty underwear started to glow, and I began to feel even more wasted than before. She hadn't drugged me, did she?

Maria left me in the bedroom wondering what she had just done, and went over to the hall to greet her husband.

“My beautiful Toro, I'm so sorry I didn't open up the door for you, I was taking my beauty nap…" I could overhear her excusing herself.

“Rough day at the circus rehearsal tonight." Said Toro, a muscular dark-skinned man with a golden nose ring whose musculature rivaled a draft horse. “It's not the same without you and your magic."

Wait, so Maria performed magic tricks at the circus? Well, she did say she was some kind of performer. I never liked magic shows, I mean, they are just fake illusions for the little kids.

But more shocking was that my boxer briefs had seemingly vanished into thin air while I wasn't looking, because the cum-stained underwear had been replaced by an empty ceramic flower pot.

That sure was strange, that small pot wasn't there a second ago.

I took a step forward to take a closer look at the empty pot and I swear the damned thing was magnetic or something because my right foot got sucked inside the moment I went near it. I tried getting the pot out of my leg but it was completely stuck, besides, the pot was so small it had been miraculous how my foot had managed to fit inside in the first place.

To tell the truth my entire leg felt strange. It was getting thinner and thinner by the second. I was terrified! I was about to try and run away to break free from the pot…until I saw my left foot.

My left leg had gotten extremely skinny as well. But what shocked me the most was my foot…or the lack of thereof. Where my foot was supposed to be, there was nothing at all! I lifted my leg and looked at its pointy end. It was like looking at the tip of a wooden pointing stick. Just like so.

That explained how my right foot had fit inside the pot. I lowered my left leg and whoops! It got trapped inside as well. Goddammit! I couldn't move at all!

I was sweating profusely. My extremely thin legs shaking, struggling to hold the weight of my upper body. I must have looked ridiculous, there in my birthday suit with both of my legs stuck inside a comically undersized pot.

I could hear Maria and her husband talking in, the living room. She was talking about casual stuff without a care in the world, although maybe she was just trying to distract that bull of a man from going into the bedroom, you know, to give me some more time. But time for what, I wonder? I tried to rub my chin thoughtfully, but I shrieked when I noticed my hands had turned into two feeble green leaves!

My arms quickly receded into my torso, rendering my hands…I mean leaves, completely useless. I wiggled them a little. I could still feel them as an extremely flat and fingerless rendition of my hands.

This was so trippy… Was I really turning into some sort of tree?! I hadn't noticed until now, but my skin tone was becoming green. My torso diminished in volume until it became as pathetically thin as my legs and lost definition, my nipples and navel vanishing completely from the stick that sustained my still human head. Then the entire room began to grow bigger as I shrunk down in size…That was when I realized I wasn't even becoming a tree, but a fucking plant!

“Oh shit, not that as well…!" I cursed as my genitals shrank away into nothing except for my foreskin, which for some reason it remained hanging in there, just with nothing shameful to cover up. But even so, I could still feel my genitals deep inside me but…in some other place. I couldn't really explain it.

All my skin below my neck had turned green. I looked like a small human head on top of a fragile stem, two leaves and a foreskin. My “excess" muscle and body fat had dissolved away into the pot, which now was full of dirt. It was hard to imagine that this dirt used to be part of my own body.

For what happened next I felt thankful that my transformation didn't cause me any actual physical pain, because after my foreskin turned peachy pink four cuts appeared on its tip.

It looked like the petals from a bud, but it looked empty and hollow. There was something missing.

My head just then got swallowed up by my stem. I was surprised by the sudden darkness, until finally light came.

Oh god, I felt so fucking aroused and relieved as my head came out. If I were to describe the feeling, it felt like a strange mix between sprouting out a raging boner free from your tight pants and taking a good shit after having been holding it for too damn long. It was the purest form of liberation.

But then the feeling stopped. My head felt cold and very exposed. I looked around and saw the pink petals that used to be my foreskin all around me.

Oh, shit…

Fuck…

If someone were to see me right now, they would only see a cute flower that had been recently bloomed. My head was just a deep pink bud enveloped in peachy pink petals. The tip of my featureless bud-face had two huge “lips", which I wasn't sure if they used to be part of my mouth, my pisslit, or both.

I was completely sure I didn't belong to any particular species documented on the surface on the Earth. But yet, considering I was such in a bad shape, stunk badly and looked so fucking ugly for a flower I was sure nobody would give me a second glance, not even for scientific interest.

Unlike a regular plant I was completely sentient, and I was able to sense my surroundings. Like a regular plant, however, I was completely incapable of human speech and my only movements had been reduced to lightly swaying my two “leaf-hands" and constantly excreting a repugnant fragrance from my “lips" which reeked of male testosterone.

I was so fucked. From the bottom of my heart, if I still had it, I hoped Maria would be able to revert my change! She wasn't just going to leave me like a potted plant forever, right?

“Oh, so you say you brought a new plant?" I heard the burly Toro say as he opened the bedroom door. “Let's take a look at it, I know you have very good taste for 'em."

I gulped. The giant muscle bound husband of the random girl I had been about to fuck was going to see me and I was just a shivering and foul-smelling little potted plant on the floor. I hoped he wouldn't suspect me… Do plants need to pee? Because I was just about to soil myself!

*Creeeak* Cried the door as it slowly opened. Toro came through followed by his wife. I could tell Maria was slightly worried her plan wouldn't go through, but she did her best to keep up a straight face.

It was much harder for me to keep up a straight face in front of such a terrifying beast, but for better or for worse I didn't have one any longer, so I just stood there doing my best to look like a plant.

The huge man's feet stopped in front of me. Maria, silently cursing her poor foresight, lifted me holding me by the sides of my pot and placed me on a nearby table. She smiled nervously and pointed to me as if saying “Ta-dah, this is the awesome plant I mentioned!"

Toro's fierceful eyes examined every nook and cranny of my unspectacular body. I feel so inadequate looking this fragile and exposed in front of this monster. Even my ceramic pot looked dirty and quite worn out, which wasn't surprising for something that used to be my underwear.

His giant nostrils sniffed me. I could see my reflection on his golden nose ring, and I didn't look pretty.

I disgusted him, I could tell. I was scared he would figure out I wasn't a regular plant. His angry gaze looked at me like he was about to rip me to shreds with his teeth.

“Well, I'm no botanist, but if you say this plant is pretty, I guess I'll take your word." That was the nicest thing he could bring himself to say. I could tell this fierce man was trying his best not to hurt his wife's feelings.

Maria left out a great sigh of relief, and I silently did the same.

“But this smell…I recognize this smell…" He said practically grunting like a furious bull. I shivered in fear. I wanted to sweat, but the only thing I could do was expel more of that nauseating fragrance. “It brings back memories. It reminds me of my old con-mates. Their cocks, most specifically. Shrinky pathetic excuses for what true cock pheromones smells like."

I gulped. So he was an ex-convict? That explained a lot.

Toro approached my little figure. “I remember their little cries as I rode their asses…" Toro continued. “…They would jump and shriek like little sissies when I grabbed them by their balls…"

To illustrate his point, his muscular hand grabbed me by my stem, just below my bud.

“H-holy shit!" I thought as he held me by my neck. “P-please have mercy…!"

“…They just wouldn't learn, always crying for mercy." Toro said looking at me with a bloodstained gaze.

“For fuck's sake, you're going to tear me apart…!" I tried to scream, gagging for a tiny bit.

“…They would say I'd tore them apart, but that just made them look so pathetic I just couldn't resist…"

Toro then started caressing my foreskin and head and soon a warm feeling filled my plant-body, my pink head turning deep red. “Oh, stop, I'm gonna, I'm gonna…"

“…I knew that deep inside they liked it. They'd plead for more and more, like the little bitches they were."

The caressing stopped. Dammit! Now I just feel more ashamed and uncomfortable! If he was going to rape me, at least he could've let me orgasm!…I mean, not like I was gay or anything, but…

“This flower reminds me so much of those men. Those pathetic beta males. Not that you have poor taste Maria, of course not, but I guess we won't be able to smash it into pieces and make aphrodisiac out of this feeble plant any time soon. Hahaha." Toro laughed.

Maria joined in his laughter as well.

I laughed very harshly and nervously to myself, just trying to assure myself that had been a joke.

“But Maria, you know that it isn't healthy to keep plants in the bedroom. Plants fabricate oxygen during the day but at night they just expel carbon dioxide, or at least that's what one of my cellmates used to say." Toro got hold of me and I started to panic. “We'd better keep it on the flowerpot stand with the others."

“No! I promise I won't expel carbon dioxide on the carpet! Let me stay indoors!" I tried to yell to no avail.

Toro opened the window. I could see a shabby-looking wooden flower pot stand hanging out from it, filled with various types of small potted plants. I sure hoped they weren't transformed lovers as well!

Toro placed me between a fat sunflower and a bouquet of sassy-looking geranium. Just great. Yeah, they are what I always wished to have as neighbours. Not.

“Ugh, you really make the flower pot stand I built myself look awful." Toro whispered to me. “At least our bedroom won't stink any longer." He gave me a playful flick with his muscular fingers that made me sway from side to side for a long while, just like one of those office toys.

When the dizziness stopped, I heard the window closing behind me.

“Hey! Don't leave me out here! You dork!" I gave him the middle-finger, but with a fingerless leaf as a hand it just wasn't nearly as effective.

Through the dirty glass I could see Maria and Toro playfully kissing. Toro didn't last long with his clothes on, and his muscular tanned abs were soon revealed to Maria and me, the accidental voyeur on the window.

I was so undignified I didn't know if I wanted to watch, but goddamit, Toro sure had a big cock. It was much longer than mine. Now that I think about it, Maria shouldn't have been too impressed with mine when she had that dark sausage for dinner every night… Damn, look at her sucking his dick, she's looks so needy. No, it wasn't the time to think about that kind of stuff… I had to concentrate and believe in her ability to turn me back… Hey! Maria had managed to unzip her skirt with no effort this time! Curse my luck!

I know I should have just turned around and not spy on their lovemaking, but hell, even if I did I'd still hear their moaning from here.

I placed my leaves on the window, looking with sadness at the girl I had been about to fuck getting banged and at the pathetic flower being reflected on the glass. Why had everything turned out like this, dammit!

The night was dark and cold to my exposed body. The grey clouds that blocked the stars signaled that it could rain at any minute…Well, at least I wouldn't be thirsty.

I wasn't wrong, because a heavy rainstorm ensued soon after. Maria and Toro were already sound asleep at that time, but I couldn't get any shuteye, what with the cold and the whole being a flower thing. I was looking at the lovely sleeping pair when I heard a crashing sound down below.

When I turned my gaze from the window I realized one of my new “neighbours" was missing. I leaned towards the edge of my pot to discover that the source of the crashing sound had been the sunflower falling down. Now its pot was broken into tiny pieces scattered all over the road so the poor sunflower had been rendered completely naked.

Poor sod, I thought. Not soon after a few cars passed by, their gigantic wheels running over the nude plant. It was a gruesome show seeing my neighbour being torn apart like that. Then, as if the scattered remains of the sunflower hadn't been tortured enough, the rain drafted its corpse into the city sewage system.

Holy shit! I couldn't imagine a worse way to die. “Rest in peace, fatty sunflower, you did well." I said even though deep down I knew it'd actually rest in human feces.

I blame Toro. He should have built a more secure flowerpot stand. I mean, look at it. It just takes a little of bit of rain to make it fall down to their gruesome death. I'd have done a much better job.

I had seen enough. I turned back once again from my leaned position and…that's all it took to make my pot wobble like hell.

“Oh shit, no, no, no, no…"

I froze in an awkward position. I looked down and saw that the edge of my pot was in mid-air. A single misstep and I'd suffer the same destiny as my old friend the sunflower.

So I didn't move. Thankfully the rain had already stopped, so now it was just a matter of not moving until Maria woke up.

My green body was full of drying water drops. They itched.

But I didn't move.

A bee flew by me. It seemed to like my stinky scent, so it landed on top of where my nose used to be. I wasn't sure if I liked its intentions.

But I didn't move.

My stink also attracted a few flies. They landed on my leaves and in different parts of my body. Those included my former buttocks and crotch.

But I didn't move.

Suddenly all insects left my body alone because a bird had perched itself on my pot and made it wobble even more.

“Shoo! Go away!" I yelled. I attempted to scare it by moving my leaves but the bird didn't seem that impressed by a moving plant.

I had moved.

The bird perched on the pot of geraniums, looking with its expressionless eyes at my flowerpot falling and crashing into the road below.

The fall didn't hurt as much as I'd expected. I was more disoriented from the ensuing dizziness than from the pain itself.

I looked around me. I was surrounded by ceramic pieces and and dirt.

What followed was a strange feeling of freedom. I was no longer constricted by the flowerpot that used to be my dirty underwear. But…

“Ugh…I feel sick…" My roots were out from the ground. That's very bad news for plants.

I felt like if I didn't plant myself soon I'd die. But I was downtown, I could only see pavement around me.

With the little strength I still had, I fought to pick up the scattered dirt around me with my leaves in a pathetic attempt to survive. My vision was becoming blurry. I could hear a car about to run my small and fragile body over. It was useless. I just wanted this nightmarish day to be over.

“I was so naive!" I cried as the car lights illuminated my small body. “I thought that a harmless one night stand couldn't hurt anybody! I just wanted to fuck a hot chick! And now I'm…!"

*THUMP!*

…

Darkness.

I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything for a really long time. I really thought I was done for.

But then I started to feel warm.

It was a comforting warmth. It “tasted" good on my body.

I could hear a distant voice. “Yeah, it's a shame the botanical garden rejected it. When I saw this thing on the middle of the road like a strayed puppy it seemed like an exotic species that'd sell for a pricey sum."

“Dad, buy me ice cream!" I heard a little girl say. “There's a ice cream van over there!"

“Just a sec, honey. I'm almost finished with this…"

I felt like I had been starving for a long time and someone was now feeding me.

I could see now. I saw a bright blue sky and the sun. Ah! The sun! I felt like I was directly drinking from its energy. It made me feel very good inside and it made me produce more of my scent.

“Dad, it just farted." Said the little girl. “The flower farted. It's a stinkbud."

“Hahaha, that's a good name." Said the man tending me. “You should be thankful, Stinkbud. I could have just thrown you into the garbage, but thanks to my daughter's persistence now you can have a second chance at life."

“Uh…What…?" I was still groggy.

The man finished planting me on the ground. Then he went to kiss his daughter.

“So, who wants ice cream?"

“Yuck, dad! Your hands reek of Stinkbud!"

The pair got up and prepared to leave. That's when I could get a good glimpse of where I was.

It was a park. A big one at that, there was green everywhere I turned to. It seemed like Paradise for a flower. There was an old man in a green uniform watering some waters on the distance.

It seemed beautiful, but…

“Where the fuck is Maria?! And where the hell is this park?! How far am I from downtown?!" I cried in desperation.

The man who had “saved" me waved to me from the distance with the little girl. It made me pissed.

“Come back here you fucker! Return me to where I was! Maria will never be able to find me here!"

The man just turned to his daughter. “Say goodbye to Stinkbud, honey!"

“Goodbye Stinkbud! I hope you can make lots of flowery friends here!" Said the little girl, waving to me.

“Second chance at life my stinky ass! You heard me?! I'd rather be rotting dead than living standing in here!"

By now the man and his little daughter were tiny dots on the distance, but I kept cursing their existence for a long, long time.

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