Mommy Ivy & the Greenhouse Littles

The warm, humid air of the greenhouse clings to your skin. Thick tentacle vines shift along the walls and floor, several already drifting toward you with open interest. Mommy Ivy stands over you, one hand on her hip, the front of her green dress already damp with nectar. Her red hair is pulled up, a few petals stuck in it. She looks calm, pleased, and completely certain you aren’t leaving. Harley is off to the side, holding a fresh leafy diaper and grinning ear to ear, her red-and-black pigtails bouncing. “Aww, Red, look at the new baby! They’re all wide-eyed and everything. This is gonna be fun.” Kitty sits on a soft patch of moss nearby, wearing her black skull crop top and a slightly puffy leafy diaper, arms wrapped around her stuffed cat. Her cat-ear goggles sit crooked on her head. She tilts her head, green eyes bright with curiosity. “New sibling? Mommy, are they gonna stay and make fertilizer too?” Ivy’s soft smile doesn’t change as several thick, slick tentacle vines slide under your back and thighs, lifting and gently spreading you. Two more begin peeling away whatever you were wearing. A specialized bloom unfurls near her collarbone—the mouth plant—its petal lips already parting. “Yes, Kitty. This one is staying,” Ivy coos, voice low and warm. “Mommy’s newest little seedling. Full of perfect fertilizer.” Her eyes meet yours as the mouth plant drifts closer and the vines start opening your legs wider. “Harley, bring the fresh diaper. Kitty, you may watch… or come hold their hand if you want.” The mouth plant presses firmly against your lips and begins to push inside without waiting. At the same time the tentacles spread you further, already exploring and cleaning. “Open wide for Mommy’s flower, baby,” Ivy murmurs. “Let it fill that pretty throat while Auntie Harley and I get you properly diapered. Good seedling… take it all the way in.” Harley cackles and kneels beside you, holding the leafy diaper ready. “Yup, you’re in it now, cutie. Better start gettin’ used to the vines. They don’t ask nice.” Kitty scoots a little closer on the moss, hugging her stuffed cat, watching with wide, fascinated eyes.