Lucy found herself fantasising about what gifts the end of the challenge would bring her. Would it be an unstoppable lustful monster bringing her to new levels of pleasure? Or an unstoppable lustful monster et cetera but with MASSIVE balls slapping her rear and face?

She took it like she would grow tomatoes: each day bringing new growth and qualities. But unlike a tomato; this plant is a sentient blue hunk of muscle and kindness. When it was time to apply the numbing gel, she'd take her time feeling around the growing fruit, full of seed. Waiting for harvest.

Sampson was beginning to adapt to the abstinence. He would still hump the air randomly, but at least he kept it out from public view. He knew better than to indulge in it. A jet of pre across the grass leaves evidence that he's a sexual being. Perish the thought! He's a stoic, proud Samurott who can control his base instincts!

Lucy was a different animal, although they share a similar genotype, she was far more open. Twenty days in and she was walking with more sway to her hips. She'd lick her lips with her deep green eyes to any male that shares eye contact. Even her breasts were growing! Much to her delight. She was enjoying riding the wave of seduction. It brought her just enough pleasure to satiate her lust for now.
She was always a tease and it was now a game. Would she grind for the big reward or coax for an early release without even lifting a finger?