You're a little disappointed - you were hoping to be plant food yourself. You ask the tour guide if you can take the twink's place, but he shakes his head. "Sorry," he says, "but Jonathan's on the feeding list first. I could, however, get you fed to a different plant, if you'd prefer to leave?"
You nod. "Okay guys," you say, "I think we-" you point at yourself and the guide, "are gonna head further into the gardens. You guys have fun!" With that you turn around, as the two of you leave the quickly forming gangbang for someplace more private.
He leads you to the African garden room. "So yeah, just strip down, and you'll have your choice of predators - the giant sundew, or the man-eating Brocchinia."
"What are those?" You ask.
"Well, the giant sundew is this one," he points at a massive green bulb. From the center radiates five tendrils, each of which are covered at the ends with smaller tendrils, maybe a foot long each, in dense masses. At the end of each little tendril is a drop of sweet-smelling liquid. "Basically, it catches prey, like, for instance, eager little boys like you, with the sugary dew it produces from its tendrils. When some hapless prey," he gives you a wink, "comes over to take a sip, it snatches them up, and puts two or three tendrils into them, and after wrapping them up with the rest of its tendrils, it pumps them full of digestive juices."
You imagine yourself on that, helplessly fucked by a plant, getting pumped full of its digestive enzymes like it was cum. The thought is rather appealing, you think. "And the other?" You ask, a slight blush on your cheeks from thinking about being ravished by the sundew.
He leads you to another plant. Its red-tipped leaves form a bowl, maybe nine or ten feet deep, with slick walls. That part of the room is obviously designed for it, you notice, as the pitcher of the plant is built into the floor. "The Brocchinia, on the other hand," he says, "is just another pitcher plant. You'd just fall into its digestive chamber, the slick walls preventing you from leaving or getting any sort of footing, thrashing until you run out of energy, and slowly digesting you all the while."
"Oh," you say, a little disappointed. It doesn't sound nearly as fun as being fucked to death by the sundew.
"But wait," the guide starts, "the fun thing about the Brocchinia is what it does to you afterwards. Basically, it needs a meal to fruit. Wanna know what it'll do with you?"
You shake your head.
"It'll use you to make a giant pineapple!"
"You're kidding me," you say.
"Nope! Pinky swear. The Brocchinia will digest you, and in about two months we'll dig up a pineapple. They're really tasty, by the way. It's my favorite staff day honestly. We throw together a cookout, courtesy of the victim. Pineapple pizza, pineapple schnapps, pineapple-glazed human steaks, it's great."
Which plant do you pick?
