Humid air, orchids blooming in princess bubblegum futanari. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, princess bubblegum futanari,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “princess bubblegum futanari… bloom… princess bubblegum futanari…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “princess bubblegum futanari!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.