Talk:Tentacle/@comment-28365753-20161102195143/@comment-5426290-20161103085822

I see if it is detatched from the ground, which it turns out to be. I then pick her up and see her latch onto my arm happily. Not digging into my arm or trying to fuse with me, just her tentacles coiling around my arm with her showing a big smile. I smile back and take her into my home.

Every day and night I give her a bowl of water with plant-friendly nutrients and watch the little thing grom in the course of a month from toddler to loli, and then another month to teenager. Even as a fell breasted and well butted teenager she is still clingy and cuddly. I as a doting parent can't help but indulge her in this behaviour.

And we lived happily ever after. (And ended up banging eachother's brains out when she stopped maturing past a teenager's smexy bodyshape.)