Bunny Multiplication Station

we are to be good trannies and post in a way that can be screenshotted and posted to reddit. new users is a key performance indicator, people are accountable for that number and that's their only consideration. the queerest website on the internet views us as a product.

Let me be clear: people are also shamed for wearing adult diapers for purely medical reasons. Almost everyone who wears them for medical reasons has to hide them for the exact same reason as people who wear them as a kink.

Shaming someone for finding them arousing is not at all different to me. You would also do that to someone who needs them for disability reasons, I know that because I've seen it happen.

I made the bow myself! Even the beadwork is all me :3

For those who are unaware I make petplay collars!! I thought it would be a fun project to make some floret themed ones!

The feeling of being in a haze of phytotoxin, held secure and idly stroked by an affini's vines and uncomplicated physical intimacy with other pets fills you with such a deep and gentle roil of pleasure and contentment and purpose that rewrites any sexuality you once had to simply floret.

DEFINITION

a flag for those who feel their gender can be described by or associated with florets from human domestication guide. this gender tends to be feminine in nature.

requested by - no one! self indulgent flag

already coined? think of this as an alternate flag!

Adjustment Period

cw// abdl, systemic-noncon, forcefem, chastity, mommydom, force-agre

Breathe Vola, you have nothing to worry about. You've done everything she's asked of you, you've been as compliant as possible since the Internal Reparenting System(IRS) deemed you unfit for adulthood: you did not fight back when case workers arrived to retrieve you; you did not object when you were told you were to be a girl from now on, as much as that made you feel… odd; you did your very best to be obedient in a situation that left you every right to feel dejected. Most of all, you've been a very good b- "girl" to the lady that took a shine to you and decided to be your Mommy for the duration of the program… however long that is.

There she is washing the dishes, humming that same little tune she sings you to sleep with. You've rehearsed the conversation you're about to have a thousand times over. You reassure yourself that you have every right to ask this of her, so there's no sense in losing composure now. Breathe Vola, you have nothing to worry about.

"M-Mommy…?"

She nearly drops the dish she was scrubbing and turns to you in starry-eyed disbelief.

"Oh, little Vola." She says. "You never call me Mommy, good girl!"

Why does that phrase make you squirm? You do your best to stifle the whine that nearly escaped your mouth, and return to script.

"Thank you. May I ask you for… something?"

She pauses and sets the dish back in the sink, taking off her nice cleaning gloves and setting them on the counter. When she turned around to face you her expression was hard to read but almost… coy.

"'Something' is a little broad dear, you're going to have to be more specific." She says.

You suddenly aren't so sure about this. It isn't that your request is unreasonable… at least you don't think it is, it's more that everything is working against you here. She's much taller than you and frankly stunning, and here you stand quivering in the doorway wearing a… don't think about it. Pretend you aren't a fully-… mostly-… okay, relatively functioning adult being forced to wear a... don't think about it, return to script.

"W-Well it's just that… I've been- I feel I've been exceptionaly well behaved a-and-"

"Out with it Vola, what do you need from Mommy?"

You feel so small in this moment, like every second in this atmosphere is making the world around you grow taller and taller. You feel like you can hardly breathe, but you can breathe, Vola. You have nothing to worry about, return to script.

"The cage… may it be removed for a bi-"

"Cage?" She cuts in. "What are you referring to, dear?"

Oh no. Her words startle you into briefly making eye contact and you see it in her expression, she knows exactly what this is about. Breathe. Script.

"The one on my… my… that- that keeps it pointing down… y'know?"

She looks at you in mock confusion for what feels like a century, before switching to equally feigned realization as she chuckles to herself.

"Oh~, that cage." She says. "I nearly forgot about it dear, what about it?"

You are not in control.

"I w-was- i-it's been- a month and- and I f-focus very w-well and-"

She walks over to you as you have your nervous fit, pausing to tower over you before taking you by the chin and tilting your face upward to look at her.

"No."

Your body goes cold. The despair must've leaked into your face, because she suddenly looks concerned.

"Oh sweetheart," she says, "I had a feeling this day was coming. Darling, do you think it's there for no reason?"

"Please don't do this." You blurt out, with clarity that surprises even you. She pouts, why does her concern for you look so genuine?

"You're still adjusting to your new life, little one." She says. "It's going to take some time, but soon enough you'll forget what relief feels like, and that frustration you feel will just be one part of being the needy little baby you were always meant to be, so I'm going to need you to trust that Mommy knows what she's doing, okay? I'm with you every step of the way."

You fall to your knees, which briefly startles her. You can't breathe. Tears flood your vision.

"N-No no you- you don't underst- you can't- you- you can't do this to-"

"I can." She says. "You couldn't make it as an adult, and that's fine Vola, not everyone can."

She kneels down and lifts you up, a hand gently rubbing your back.

"It's going to take some time, but you will learn to accept that this is what's best for you." She says. "This is a perfectly normal part of being a little girl; Mommy has everything under control."

There never was much will in you, which is why you hid it deep, deep inside under layers upon layers of compliance, masking, doing whatever it took to not fall through the cracks of modern society. What little will there was hidden away, she reached deep into your being and crushed it in her hand. You break.

"Shh, I know, I know." She says, patting your back. "Let it all out; Mommy loves you so much sweetheart, you're being so brave right now."

she walks past you and picks you up into her vines, lost in thought, headpatting you, vines snaking all over, petting you playing with you but she doesn't even notice

you're probably not even her floret, her vines got restless and grabbed something to help her

she goes to her job, still relentlessly playing with you, doing paperwork or something while thinking about something else

all day this goes on and on and on and your mind has been lost to the feelings long ago

eventually another affini points it out to her and she just goes 'oh! oh dear' and checks in on you, but your entire mind has probably already leaked out through your crotch

maybe she brings you to your hab

maybe you try to find her usual route again the next day, hoping she'll absentmindedly pick you up again like that, ...

maybe one day at her work she finds a document you sent to her, a pre-filled domestication contract, ...

Holllyyy please.

Posting it to stop myself from spending a hundred more on it