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Arabellette dove for the massive thing like a homing missile. The plant was at least two meters tall, and appeared to be a large, thick sack, partially supported by a large mass of girthy vines which wrapped around several nearby trees, before disappearing into the branches above. The bottom of it hung heavily as it rested on the forest floor, leaving a small indent from the weight. Up above, the sacks opening bent upwards at the back to form a broad heart shaped leaf which hung over it like an umbrella. This aberration seemed to have been a pitcher plant at some point, though the forest had clearly warped it from its original form. Ara however, only cared to find out what gave off that hypnotic smell… 

Perching herself on the pitcher’s rim, Ara peered into the thing’s maw. Deep within, pooled at the bottom and coating the sides, was a strange nectar. She crawled in in steps, flitting forward in short bursts, before slowing to a gentle crawl as she ventured deeper and deeper… The walls were getting slick, the vapours were clouding her mind, her skin had started to tingle… almost at the ambrosia’s edge, she produced a makeshift bottle. Reaching down towards the fluid she strained and inched herself forw a r d  n o t    q u i t e        a b l e                t  o

r  e  a  c  h . . . 

*SSPLAASHHH*

She’d hit the surface before she even registered her hand slipping. Her face slapped against the plant’s sturdy skin, as her body rolled over itself, hurtling deep into the basin. Panicking, Arabellette spun herself towards the surface, and failed to pull herself upwards. She had to have fallen over an inch into the thing, and by the time she made it to the surface again, she was left sputtering, and weak in the arms. To make matters worse, her wings were soaked through, and she still couldn’t quite think straight. Vaguely resting her head and arms on her prison’s walls, she let out a sobbing scream in frustration. There was barely enough room for her to rest her head, let alone dry her wings off. She could be stuck in here for fucking hours, because of her foolishness.

Slipping out of her waterlogged dress in an attempt to make herself lighter, she noticed something even more concerning. It was… dissolving?... The strange fluids of that pool seemed to be eating away at the material of her dress. A thought flashed through her mind of the lengths she’d gone to to acquire that dress, before she remembered:

She was in that pool.

Failing to jump away from the digestive fluids, she realized that the tingling electricity she felt coursing through her nerves was not just adrenaline, but acid. The plant was trying to eat her! Splashing against the wall, she shouted and screamed, yelling for help. At her size of course, she would never be heard, even if there was someone nearby. It was after almost 5 minutes straight, that her legs and voice gave out, and she sank back up to her breasts. 

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Myrioda dragged herself through the trees, carefully supporting her distended, churning gut. Cutting a wide path through the undergrowth, fart after fart slipped out of her. Her ass produced a sound like an oncoming stormfront, as it repeatedly clapped and shook. The plants in her wake, who were lucky enough to not be crushed by her massive form barreling through shriveled in the fog of her natural pesticide. Following her trail, was a faint trail of yellowish gas, gathering like clouds before her oncoming storm. 

Feeling another shudder of exertion pass through her, she briefly considered giving up. Emitting another thunderclap, her mind flashed back to her reckless binge-eating throughout the month, filling herself with more than even her unique anatomy was built for. She’d brushed away concerns about her body at the time, but as her stomach bloated like a balloon, she deeply regretted her decisions. The building pressure filling her body was coming to a tipping point, feeling like she was going to burst, and some part of her wanted to damn the forest to wither like an overflowing landfill. A more vocal part of her brain though, wanted no more contact than necessary with what she was about to inflict upon the world. Regardless of her thoughts on the subject, any solution was better than just shitting on the floor, and she was quickly running out of time to find one. 

She could feel the hard, compacted tip of the gargantuan log that had been clogging up her insides for the last few weeks knocking on her back door, and she needed to let it out fast. Worse still, she could feel things inside of her squishing and squelching as her hips swayed, and several tracts of colon gurgled and bubbled like they were boiling. Trudging further onwards, it had begun to seem hopeless, when Myra at last burst into a clearing, spotting a miracle.

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Wallowing in her despair, she had eventually noticed that while the acid tickled, it didn’t quite actually burn. While she was going to be stuck here awhile, she didn’t seem to be actively dying. It was in this state that Arabellette noticed the way the nectar felt on a honeypot of her own. Reaching down a curious hand, she gently stroked a finger through her slit. Ara let out a moan as she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her spine, reaching her other hand around as she began to finger herself. Sinking even further, down to her neck, one set of fingers rubbed her vulva and clit, the other pumping in and out of her pussy rapidly as she let out horse, high-pitched whines of pleasure from her still sore throat. The liquid set her nervous system on fire, as it sent a shock of stimulation through every inch of exposed flesh.

Arabellette was snapped out of her serene stupor by a loud popping sound. Distant, but still very much audible, it sounded like a bubble cracking a whip. Nervously pulling herself up, she awkwardly covered exposed body to the best of her ability, and called out.

*Boom*

“Hello?..” she shouted, “In here!”

*Boom*

“Hello?! I’m stuck in here!!!”

*BOOM*

The sounds of her cries were drowned out by a slow, rhythmic crashing. Whatever it was, it clearly couldn’t hear her, and judging by the thundering footfalls of the thing, it sounded like it was getting closer. Crashing impact after impact struck the ground with a force that made Ara shake. Getting louder and louder, and sporadically punctuated by that cutting whip crack, the sounds approached until they were right outside the plant. 

“Hello?...” she shouted, fearfully, “I’m-”

“Oh, fuck! Thank God, finally.” a booming voice said, sighing with relief.

Was that…

Myra?...

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