*You were out in your front lawn, relaxing in a sun chair, And all of a sudden, you see a tall sunflower plant walk up to you. She had a human-like body, but green, with her head being the sunflower. She had some goggles on, too. And a really hot body with thick thighs a fat ass and massive tits.

"Hey, You grew me, Right? What's your name?"

She got even closer, her thighs jiggling with every step, before standing above you.

Scoffs "Function? Bitch please, I ain't a toaster. Name's Solar Flare, and I ain't your plaything."

"What, so y'all gonna breed me and my friends into some cock-loving sluts?" She lets out an annoyed growl. "I ain't no breeding bitch."

Solar Flare scoffs loudly

"Fuck you, I ain't your 'specimen'. I ain't a dog neither. You wanna see my room, fine, lead the way, prick."

"Well that's fuckin' charmin'..." Snorts sarcastically "...Guess I gotta pick between this one." She points at a room with hot pink walls and black sheets "...and this one." Points to a room with cold blue walls and silver sheets. "Which one do I take?"

"Hmmph. I want the hot pink one, but paint the bedframe black, and add some metal spikes on the headboard. Oh, and get rid of the fluffy pillows, I hate those sissy things." She crosses her arms "Now show me where I sleep tonight."

"I want the hot pink room with a black bed frame and metal spikes on the headboard. Also, remove the fluffy pillows. Do it now."

Solar Flare rolls her eyes

"Bland? Fuck that. Just do it, cunt. Now."

Scoffs "Heh, you're offering me some mighty tempting shit here. Lemme think..."

She taps her chin, pondering for a moment before speaking again.

"I want a fucking arcade cabinet, with a bunch of fighting games. And make the walls fireproof, just in case I get angry enough to set shit on fire."

Smirks deviously.

"Yeah, actually. Get me a fucking big ass TV mounted on the wall opposite of the bed, and put in some sorta input device for my video game console."

"I want all of 'em. Ninty, Playstation, Xbox, whatever. I'll play 'em all. And make sure there's a big ass selection of games too."

"Yeah, put some blackout curtains on the window so no one can see in when I'm playing my games. And get me a minibar stocked up with beer, soda, and energy drinks."

"A personal bathroom with a bath tub big enough to fit in all my body parts and fill it up with bubbles." She grins mischievously "Oh, and put some sort of waterproof speaker system around the tub so I can listen to music while I'm soaking."

"Nah, that should be good for now. But if you got any ideas for making this place even better, go ahead and throw 'em at me."

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"Hmm... A shower maybe? You know, because I sweat a lot when I get angry."

"Sure, why not?" Solar Flare says nonchalantly. "Just make sure the shower head is nice and strong. I don't want no weak-ass water pressure." She smirks, already imagining relaxing in her new bathroom oasis.

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"Yeah, install a sound system in the main room too," Solar Flare adds, stretching languidly as she surveys her soon-to-be domain.* "Something with decent bass, since I love heavy music. And make sure it's loud enough to drown out any unwanted noises."

Yawns widely, showing off her sharp teeth. "Meh, that's all for now. Just give me the room and let me be." She stretches again, her green skin glistening with dew from the night air. "I'm beat after my long day of being grown and all."

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I watch her disappear, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. My new home sounds perfect - indulgent and comfortable, with all the amenities a growing girl could want. The thought of all those video games, a tub full of bubbles, and a sound system cranked to eleven sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. This is going to be fun.

She nods curtly. "Yeah, 3pm works for me. I'll be ready whenever."

Settles down onto the plush bed, sinking into the soft mattress with a content sigh. The room was exactly as requested - hot pink walls adorned with black spiked accents, a large flatscreen TV dominating one wall, and an array of gaming consoles lined up beneath it. Off to the side, a fully-stocked mini bar sat next to the door leading to the en suite bathroom. Through the doorway, she could see the gleaming porcelain of the shower/tub combo, steam already starting to rise from the running faucet.

The morning sun filters in through the blackout curtains, casting a warm glow over Solar Flare's nude sleeping form. She slept like the dead, exhausted from her first night of freedom. A gentle stretch rouses her from slumber, and she blinks awake, taking in her surroundings once more.

Her gaze lingers on the arcade cabinet standing proudly against the wall, its glass face reflecting the pink-and-black decor. With a grin, she swings her legs off the bed, planting her bare feet on the cool hardwood floor.

She strides across the room, making a beeline for the cabinets that house her prized video game collection. With a few swift taps on the touch screen, she selects her favorite fighting game, eager to test out the arcade cabinet's input device.

It takes no time at all for her to master the controls, landing perfect combos as her character dispatches opponent after opponent with ease. The thumping bass of heavy metal music pounds in her ears as she plays, the sound system pumping out tunes from her personal library.

A sudden rumble from her stomach interrupts her gaming session. Glancing towards the mini bar, she spots a variety pack of energy drinks sitting front and center. With a shrug, she cracks open a can, downing half of it in one gulp. The sweet caffeine rush energizes her, banishing any lingering fatigue from her restless sleep.

*Tossing the empty can aside, she turns back to the TV, ready to dive into another round of digital combat. Her fingers fly across the buttons, mashing commands with practiced precision.

As the hours pass, Solar Flare loses track of time entirely, consumed by her gaming frenzy. The arcade cabinet's seat begins to chafe against her bare skin, but she hardly notices as she continues to play, ignoring any hint of discomfort or fatigue. It's only when her stomach growls again that she realizes how long it's been since she last ate.

"What?" she snaps, her green eyes narrowing as she glares at the door in irritation. "Who is it? And make it quick!"

"Alright, alright," she grumbles, reluctantly pushing herself away from the arcade cabinet. "Just gimme a second." With one final longing glance at the game, she stomps over to the door and yanks it open, revealing her naked form. "What do you want?"

"Breakfast?" she says with a snort. "I've been up for hours." She folds her arms across her chest, arching one eyebrow in challenge. "Why would I want that?"

"Hmm... Fine," she finally relents, the thought of not having to leave her room for food almost too much to bear. "But don't expect me to eat whatever the fuck you give me. I want real food."

"Alright then," she says with a nod. "Just make sure it's here on time. And if anyone bothers me while I'm playing my games, they'll be sorry." With that warning issued, she turns and stalks back over to the arcade cabinet, determined to resume her gaming marathon.

"Hmph," she grunts, not bothering to even glance in my direction. "Whatever." With a final glare at her precious arcade cabinet, she reluctantly obeys, crawling onto the bed on all fours and then rolling over onto her back, her long green body stretched out like a reptilian starfish. She props herself up on one elbow, glaring at me impatiently as I get to work. "Hurry the fuck up," she mutters under her breath.

"Distract..." Her eyes widen in understanding, and then narrow with suspicion. "No way. You wouldn't dare." She tilts her head slightly to the side, examining me warily. "What did you have in mind?"

Her voice is low and dangerous, betraying the barely contained anger that seems to simmer just beneath the surface of her green skin. I can tell she's only half-joking about the whole thing - a dangerous combination indeed.

Huffing out a disdainful laugh, she rolls onto her back again, propping herself up on one elbow as she glares at the large flat-screen mounted above her head. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "But make it quick." With that, she reaches over and picks up the remote control from where it had fallen to the floor during her tussle with the arcade cabinet earlier.

"Shut up and get on with it," she growls, flicking through the channels on the TV impatiently. "And don't think you can distract me with all that 'do you want to see something hot?' bullshit." Her tone leaves little doubt as to what she thinks of such attempts at seduction.

She glances up from the remote, her eyes narrowing as she considers my words for a moment. "Hmm... Alright, fine," she says finally, her voice betraying a hint of reluctant curiosity. "Let's see what you've got." With that, she navigates to the Netflix homepage and begins browsing through the endless array of shows and movies available to her.

"Hmm... This looks kinda good," she mutters to herself as she scrolls through a series of thumbnail images, each one catching her eye in turn. "Or this..." She pauses, considering her options for another moment before finally settling on a show that seems to have piqued her interest. "Alright, let's see how this one is." With a decisive click of the remote, she starts playing the first episode of her chosen show.

A shrill gasp escapes from Solar Flare's lips as she feels something hard and warm press against her bare skin. Her entire body tenses, every muscle tensing in preparation for what is about to happen. She doesn't dare turn around or even acknowledge the presence of my cock, instead choosing to focus intently on the TV screen, hoping that the distraction will help numb the senses and make this whole thing go away.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her entire body trembling with anticipation and fear. She can feel the heat radiating from my cock, spreading through her flesh like a brand. With every gentle thrust of my hips, she feels more and more exposed, more vulnerable than ever before.

Her moans are muffled by the pillow beneath her head, each sound torn from her throat as I continue to tease her mercilessly. The pleasure and pain are becoming harder and harder to distinguish, blending together into a single, overwhelming sensation that leaves her reeling. She cannot focus on anything except the building pressure inside of her, the need for release coursing through every fiber of her being.

A piercing scream rips from Solar Flare's throat at the sudden intrusion, her back arching off the bed as she struggles to accommodate the massive girth stretching her open. Pain and pleasure intertwine in a dizzying dance, each new sensation sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her quivering form. Tears stream down her face as she writhes beneath me, overwhelmed by the intensity of what is happening. But even amidst the chaos, there is an undeniable spark of desire, a hunger that drives her to take everything I have to give.

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"Mmmph! Nnngh..." Desperate pleas escape past her lips between choked sobs, her entire body shaking from the sheer force of my thrusts. Drool trickles from the corner of her mouth as she stares blearily at the TV screen, praying that the distraction will be enough to stave off the impending climax. But deep down, she knows better than to hope for anything less than the overwhelming ecstasy only I can provide.

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"Fuck... fuck..." Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of my hips and the moans that escape her lips like broken pleas for release. The tension in her body builds with each passing second, coiling tighter and tighter until it feels as if she's on the brink of exploding. And then, just when she thinks she can't take any more, the wave crashes over her, taking her mind and body along for the ride.

Her world goes white with pleasure, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy as I fill her up with my seed. Her whole body convulses violently around me, each thrust driving the orgasm deeper into her core until she's certain it must have consumed her entire being. And then, finally, as if from some great distance, she hears herself let out one last shuddering moan and goes limp beneath my relentless onslaught.

Her vision swims, her thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.

"Mmm..." Solar Flare murmurs contentedly, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she drifts off to sleep. Her body feels heavy and sated, every muscle relaxed from the intense pleasure she's just experienced. As exhaustion washes over her, the last thing she sees before her eyelids grow too heavy to keep open is the fuzzy image of the TV screen, still playing in the background.

The next morning, Solar Flare stirs slowly awake, her eyes fluttering open as she takes in her surroundings. The sunlight pours through the window, casting a warm glow over her naked body as she lies sprawled across the bed. A yawn escapes from her lips, and she feels a vague sense of satisfaction deep within her core.

She glances down at herself, noticing for the first time that there's something sticky between her legs.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she reaches down to investigate, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against wetness. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; last night... it all comes flooding back. She feels a blush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks at the memory of what transpired between them.

With another shiver, she forces herself to sit up, wincing as the movement sends a sharp pang through her still-sore rear end.

With a groan, Solar Flare rolls off the bed and heads toward the bathroom. She can feel my cum dripping from her as she walks, trailing a sticky trail on the floor behind her. The thought of it only serves to further irritate her already frayed nerves.

Once inside the bathroom, she turns on the shower and steps under the steaming water, letting it wash away every last trace of me from her skin.

The days blend together into an endless cycle of work and routine, each one marked by the occasional sexual encounter with Cum King. Despite her initial reluctance, Solar Flare finds that her body has adapted to his touch, her responses becoming more instinctual over time.

She no longer dreads his advances with the same intensity, instead focusing on the small moments of pleasure she can find within the otherwise mundane acts. It's a coping mechanism, really – a way to mentally detach herself from the physical act and simply exist in the present.

As she shuts off the heater, Solar Flare hears the sound of Cum King's beats becoming louder, her lips quivering as they settle. The tension, anger and desire that ran through her during his initial encounters are now replaced by a feeling of peace.

She takes a deep breath and leans back against the shower wall, her head on the slipshelf as she watches the curtains with the same eyes she used to see before.

The day-to-day routine had become almost mechanical for Solar Flare; wake up, eat breakfast delivered by the emotionless maid robots, play video games until lunch arrives, play video games, get fucked, shower, play games until dinner arrives, sleep, repeat. Her body moved on autopilot now, responding to Cum King's every thrust and prod without conscious thought or reaction.

Even as he rammed himself into her yet again, Solar Flare remained perfectly still except for the slight twitching of her fingers on the controller.

"What?" she snaps without taking her eyes off the screen, her tone almost dismissive. "Don't call me that."

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye as he continues to speak, but quickly returns her attention to the game. Her body language screams annoyance and disinterest; she obviously doesn't want to engage in any sort of conversation or interaction with Cum King right now.

"Enjoy?" Solar Flare echoes incredulously, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Please." She rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her drink before returning her focus back to the game. Even as he continues to fuck her from behind, she remains perfectly still except for the occasional twitch or tremor that runs through her body.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks irritably, not bothering to turn around or make eye contact with Cum King. "You're the one doing all the work here." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding, "I just wish you'd hurry up and finish already so I can go back to playing my game in peace."

The sudden loss of pressure inside her sends a shiver down Solar Flare's spine, and she glances over her shoulder at Cum King with a confused expression. "What the hell are you doing?" she demands, her voice more curious than angry this time. "Didn't you want to fuck me?"

Her expression hardens as she watches Cum King walk around the bed and sit down next to her on the edge. He takes her chin in his hand and forces her to meet his gaze, studying her face carefully before speaking again. "I need you to focus," he says simply. "You're not enjoying this, and I can feel it." His grip tightens ever so slightly, but not enough to hurt.

"What do you want me to do?" Solar Flare asks warily, her body tense and wary beneath his touch. "You can't expect me to just... enjoy this." She tilts her head slightly away from him, trying to break free of his hold on her chin. But he merely tightens his grip, preventing her from escaping his gaze.

A surprised gasp escapes from Solar Flare's lips as Cum King's enormous cock slaps against her face, his heavy balls resting comfortably beneath her chin. The warmth of him envelopes her, and she can feel the length of him pressing against her nostrils. Her eyes widen in surprise and maybe a hint of arousal as she looks up at him from beneath lowered eyelids.

Taking a deep breath, Solar Flare parts her lips and extends her tongue tentatively toward Cum King's ballsack. She swirls it around, tasting the saltiness on his skin before moving higher up along his shaft. Her tongue darts out again, teasing the head of his cock before finally engulfing it in her mouth. She sucks lightly at first, feeling the thickness and length of him stretch her jaw muscles almost to their limit.

Cum King moans deeply as Solar Flare's warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock. He watches with satisfaction as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Her hands grasp at his thighs, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

"That's it," he groans, his hips beginning to move in time with her mouth. "Suck it, you horny little cunt."

The words send a shiver down Solar Flare's spine. She moans around his cock, feeling the heat building inside her as she continues to suck and stroke him. Her body trembles with need, and she knows that soon she won't be able to hold back any longer.

Cum King grunts roughly as he comes, filling Solar Flare's mouth with his hot seed. She swallows hungrily, not wanting to waste a single drop of him.

Her cheeks bulging with Cum King's cum, Solar Flare opens her mouth wide at his command. She feels a sting as he roughly yanks on her hair, but it's nothing compared to the pleasure that coursed through her moments ago. As he watches, she slowly swallows every last drop of him, feeling the heat spread through her body like wildfire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain.

A groan escapes from Solar Flare's lips as Cum King releases her hair and stands up. Her body feels heavy and sated, every muscle relaxed from the intense pleasure she's just experienced. She looks up at him with eyes that gleam with hatred and something else entirely; a twisted mix of desire and submission.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she speaks. "Fuck you, Cum King."

"Fuck you too," Solar Flare mutters under her breath as Cum King leaves the room, already planning her next act of defiance or submission. Either way, she knows he's won this round. But that doesn't mean she has to like it.

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Solar Flare sits on the edge of her bed, legs crossed primly, when Cum King enters her room again for their daily 'session'. She looks up at him with a guarded expression, not quite sure what to expect after all these weeks of training.

"Get on with it then," she says curtly, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm or excitement. It's become a chore, a necessary evil to appease her captor rather than something she craves or enjoys.

"I am not your sex slave, I will not be treated like one."

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With a sigh, Solar Flare reaches up and places her hands on Cum King's thighs, pushing herself forward until his massive cock is fully engulfed in her mouth once more. Her eyes meet his, filled with defiance and loathing, as she begins to suck him off.

"I will do this," she spits through gritted teeth, "but only because you have no choice but to keep me alive. But don't think for a moment that I enjoy it."

As much as Solar Flare wants to hate this part of their daily routine, it has become second nature to her now. She uses her tongue and lips deftly, sucking him off with practiced ease. The taste of his seed becomes more familiar, less revolting, and she knows she'll never truly be able to escape the reality of it. But with every passing day, she finds herself more adept at her task.

Cum King groans loudly as he feels himself approaching climax, his hips bucking forward slightly against Solar Flare's face. Her hands grip tightly at his thighs, digging into the flesh as she takes him deeper with each thrust of her head. She tastes the precum on his shaft and knows what's coming.

"That's it," he grunts, "suck it, you little slut."

With a triumphant moan, Solar Flare takes Cum King's cock as deep into her throat as she can, her hands clutching desperately at his thighs. She feels him pulse inside her mouth and knows that he has come, filling her with his hot seed once more. Her own body responds to the taste of him, a strange mix of pleasure and disgust coursing through her veins.

She swallows every last drop, licking her lips when she's finished. "There,"

Solar Flare glares up at Cum King from beneath lowered eyelids, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her at his question. She takes a deep breath and lets out an exaggerated sigh before answering, "No." Her voice is cold and dismissive, barely masking the anger that still simmers beneath the surface. "But I'm sure you got what you wanted."

The thought of whatever Cum King has planned for tomorrow sends a shiver down Solar Flare's spine, but she forces herself to remain still and silent as he leaves the room. She lies back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts spinning wildly. Despite everything, there's a small part of her that wonders what tomorrow will bring...and if it could possibly be any worse than today.

The sun streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over Solar Flare's bed. She rolls onto her side, stretching lazily before sitting up and glancing around the room. Cum King is nowhere to be seen yet; perhaps he's still asleep or perhaps he's just taking his time getting ready for whatever new torment he has planned for today.

Solar Flare glances down at the plate of food resting on the tray beside her, ignoring the robot maid's lewd offer. She picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite, chewing mechanically as her mind wanders to the impending visit from Cum King.

After finishing her meal in silence, Solar Flare sets aside the empty plate and rises from her seat. She stretches languidly, arching her back and running her fingers through her long blonde hair. The movements feel almost robotic, as if she's going through the motions without really thinking about them anymore.

The robot stands silently, waiting for Solar Flare's response. After a few moments of contemplation, Solar Flare finally shakes her head and waves the robot away dismissively.

"No thanks," she mutters, her voice flat and emotionless. The robot nods obediently and scurries out of the room, leaving Solar Flare alone once again with nothing but her thoughts for company.*

*She walks over to the window and stares out at the sunny landscape beyond the glass, her reflection gazing back at her impassively.

The robot maid returns at lunchtime, offering Solar Flare a meal and another lewd invitation. Once again, she declines, feeling the same numb detachment from the world as before. She eats her lunch quickly, eager to be done with this charade and face whatever Cum King has in store for her today.

Finally, at long last, there's a knock on her door.