You muster up all you strength and dignity,” I would never…” you are cut off mid sentence as the vine tighten itself and pulls you up. You look up terrified as the vine pulls you towards a green, soft mound in the ceiling. Your face hits it hard and your legs kick frantically, your face is forced through a tiny, rough hole and you are slowly pulled in. You grimace at the cold, slimy feeling as you entire body is pulled into the mound. The ‘mouth’ is tight and squeezes your body as you enter, your chest, you stomach, then your hips. Your hands pinned to your side can’t help but frantically wave around as you are pulled in deeper. For some reason, the thought of Ivy, watching you, smiling, turns, gets you hard. The creature pulls your waist in, its ‘mouth’ squeezing your penis, it even rubs it back and forth, letting you cum into it. You are then pulled in completely, curled up into the small mound, you are turned around completely and your head is forced out, looking down, at Ivy, lying, spread eagle below, her eyes closed in pleasure as she caresses herself. You feel the digestive juices flow over your body, quickly dissolving it. You scream, and Ivy looks up, smiles and licks her upper lip. Within minutes, it is over, your body is digested and your head falls down onto Ivy’s stomach. She laughs and pats your head,” Ah well, at least you can make a nice pot”