whoa haha after a couple of uhhhh months of chipping this thing out, it's finally done! i am glad to present to you a new original thing of mine and also a character, gale (whose ref i will show off too)! drawn by my good bugfriend https://www.furaffinity.net/user/salaxle42/

anyways long story short, gale here is a not-venus-flytrap plant whose sole existence is based around eating things. it's got some weird things in it that i normally haven't done before but uhhh fuck it we ball

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Nonbinary Pred, Small Pred/Large Prey, Anthro TF, Plant Pred, Hypnotic Belches, Belch Inflation, Mass Vore, Digestion, Instant Digestion, Growth, Weight Gain
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The fluorescent lights of the laboratory flicked on as a white hazmat-suited scientist approached the cluttered table. Wyatt sat down in front of various and colorful vials and beakers, ignoring all of that in favor of the glass cube beside him. Inside was a massive potted flycatcher plant, nearly the size of the curious scientist’s forearm. The thing snapped its jaws at the glass walls surrounding it, particularly as he tapped at the walls. His mouse tail tried to wag around his tail at excitement over poking at his little experiment, but safety procedures dictated that he had to wrap it around his leg while working. Another similarly-suited, yellow-clad scientist walked by, dropping whatever they were doing to stare at it along with their coworker.
“Wow, that thing is huge,” Yves said, “What have you feeding it? An entire steak for weeks?”
Wyatt opened a trap door and dropped a chicken nugget on the plant’s head, “Haha, yeah, it’s freaky how much it eats. Hey, do you think anyone’s noticed the growth serum the Doc’s been working on is uh… missing a few vials?”
“Wh- DUDE, you’ve been lacing this thing with experimental growth serum? From Galileo’s stash no less?”
“Yeah.”
“Sick.” They gave each other a fist bump as Yves walked out to get even more food, popping open his slanted visor, shoving some fries into his bucktoothed, rodent face.
Wyatt stared at the oddly large plant, wondering how something so small could eat so much. He opened up the glass cage and dropped in a french fry, watching the thing eat it up in a flat second. The thing was ravenous, but it couldn’t do much but hiss at him.
“Hehehehe, full of hot air, just like a little someone I know…” Wyatt mocked the plant, “You’re part of Galileo’s experiment now so… Gale? Yeah, that tracks. Snappy name for a tiny thing like you.”
He lifted up the cage off of the newly-named Gale, watching it sniff and twist its head around. At the rate it was growing, it would have needed a new enclosure by the end of the week, and Galileo would have definitely noticed by then. Wyatt had intended to put it into a new spot, but curiosity took over, and he let it move around on its own.
Gale, meanwhile, had no arms or any other limb besides its two stubby leaves, but it still attempted to crawl around the table, knocking over some hopefully-unimportant vials and chemicals as it moved like a worm. The serum had granted it strength, consciousness, and intelligence - not much at its current size, but enough to understand what was happening to it.
Wyatt poked Gale on the head, “Haha, jeez, you’re a little curious thing, aren’t ya?” It bit his finger in frustration, clamping down on it like a snare. “Agh! You little freak, let go!”
Gale defiantly snarled as it began to swallow the finger down, slipping in Wyatt’s hand in-between clamping bites. Faster and faster, it swallowed up to his elbow in blistering speed, causing his hand to bulge out its stem like he was wearing a glove. His taste was of rubber and chemicals, but anything to rid itself of the anger built up over months of mockery and experimentation.
He tried to throw Gale off, but the chemicals spilled by it earlier made him slip, causing him to fall to the floor with the plant in tow. Before he knew it, his entire arm was devoured by the voracious plant.
“Shit! Get off!”
Wyatt tried to bat Gale off with his other hand, but it only served to lead it down Gale’s throat. There was nothing stopping it now - it continued to devour its tormentor with delight. Soon, his shoulders, then his head, then his entire torso was within the tiny Gale. By now, its stem was bigger than it was, but it merely stretched out to contain Wyatt’s soon-to-be entire body.
“No-!”
His scream was cut off as Gale’s tiny lips surrounded his head, gulping him down into its stem. Already, its stomach was hard at work at dissolving the scientist into sludge and goop to absorb as energy. Its needs were already met with UV light, but its wants were unmet. It *wanted* to eat its captor, to turn him into one of the meals that he had given it. Like a snake devouring its prey, Gale wormed its way across the entirety of its prey’s body, feeling him squirm and wiggle as he tried to escape its plant prison. As the last of its prey’s legs disappeared down its throat, it let out a soft, satisfied, and vaguely pink *urp*, confident in its ability to finish him off.
By now, Gale was more scientist-bulge than it was plant. Its glass pot had shattered as its roots had began to grow larger and larger by absorbing its chyme, pulsing as it steadily increased in size. Even so, its meal was still squirming inside of its stomach, and at the rate it was melting, digestion would have taken all day. Despite being a plant with no concept of space outside of its confinement, it wanted freedom - from its cage, from its prison, from being rooted in one place. Gale crawled around the floor of the laboratory, dragging its stomach across the ground, until it had found what it was looking for: a glass vial filled with a shimmering, silver-purple liquid. It wrapped its leaves around the vial and pulled the whole thing into its mouth.
“Ngh… mngh….”
Gale’s prey was unable to do anything at this point, entirely restricted from head to toe in plant-flesh. His hazmat suit wasn’t meant to be put to the test against something like this - stomach acids were wildly different compared to regular chemical acids, not to mention the enhancements granted by the serum he’d given to Gale. If anything, Gale was the perfect example of the growth serum working as intended: strength, intelligence, and voracity given to anyone - or anything - that consumed it. If only a few droplets given to Gale on its food were enough to turn it into this, then what could a whole vial at once do…?
*crack*
Gale felt its stomach break apart the glass vial into pieces, releasing all of the serum into its body at once. Immediately, it felt the effects work as its stomach absorbed the mix of half-chyme and serum, turning its already-powerful and stretchy digestive system into something truly monstrous. A deafening, seconds-long gurgle came from its gut as the outline of the scientist in Gale’s gut churned and squirmed before a singular clench and *GLURGLORP* turned the entirety of his body into a thick sludge. All that heavy meat and rubber had been reduced to gallons of chyme that rounded out Gale’s stem-stomach, causing them to look like a waterbed.
*gnrrgngl*
Gale’s entire body shuddered as the growth serum took effect, warping its structure into the perfect being. Its veins and muscles surged with newfound power as it grew larger and more powerful; its roots became thighs and legs, its leaf-arms lengthened and stronger, and its stem turned into a full-on torso. In spite of the sloshing, rotund belly it was sporting, it had a lithe figure almost reminiscent of a ballet dancer, at least for now. On top of its head, its purple spikes to it had become exaggeratedly long, turned into a faux-mohawk.
Though it had only just grown a full body, it was already becoming attuned - physically, as it adjusted its stance to walk, and mentally, as its mind absorbed the literally-consumed knowledge of its former captor. The serum worked its magic as its legs bulked up with the rapid absorption of nutrient soup, its thighs became thicker and wider to accommodate the bulky top half, almost immediately losing its lithe figure as its rear steadily bwoomphed out with new, soft, and plentiful plant fat. Its chest was not left without a generous donation applied as well, giving it the appearance of a puffy and bouncy chest; its prey’s memories of lewd magazines he so thoroughly enjoyed came to mind. Both weren’t necessary - a plant such as Gale had no need for it, but it knew that such a crude display of attraction would entice prey to its side, especially if it sufficiently provoked them. With a light sway of its hips from left to right, its bountiful asscheeks followed suit and stayed swaying for seconds at a time.
A new way to lure prey into its grasp, Gale thought as it lifted its plump booty up and down.
“Hey, Wyatt,” Yves called out from somewhere beyond the lab doors, “Your taste in food sucks. Still ate it all though, haha!”
And a subject to test it on.
Yves stepped into the lab, his yellow hazmat suit looking a little tighter around the waist, “Wyatt? Where you at? Are you- Wait, you’re that plant he was messing with!”
Gale tilted its head at the statement, before it picked up a labcoat and wore it like any other person.
“Hey, that’s Galileo’s coat…” Yves weakly protested.
It grabbed the badge on its labcoat, picked up a pen, and scrawled out in giant bold letters across the identification photo and signature: G A L E
“Gale? Is that… your name? It can’t be Galileo’s, he hates being called Gale…”
The anthro plant tilted its head in thought, before walking up to Yves and wrapping its arms around his body.
Yves, while surprised at the sudden affection, didn’t push Gale away, “Hey, I like how you look but-”
Suddenly, Gale leaned forward onto the hazmat-suited scientist, putting its mouth onto his mask as if it was kissing him. Yves, though surprised at the kiss, didn’t push the plant off of him; rather, he brought it in closer to him until Gale let out a massive-
*UUuARuruaHhRWarHWuRUP*
-right into the filter of his gas mask. Yves felt the blast of expelled air and pheromones rushing right into his stomach; it bloated out like a balloon, hazmat suit squeaking as it strained against his body. He tried to push Gale off, but the plant only pulled him in closer, throat bulging out with every belch it let into its partner.
*bRAUawrP*
*HarURAP*
*UROUURP*
Each copious burp had a puff of pink smoke escape from between the two’s mouths, and with every little one, Yves let it go on for longer and longer. With such a sweet taste in his mouth, how could he leave? Every bit of air Gale puffed into him was like a hypnotic spell put on him over and over, and Yves loved it.
So much of the entrancing pheromones were forced into Yves that his belly had pushed Gale away, finally forcing them to let go of the minutes-long kiss. The scientist tried to speak, but so much of his breath had been stolen by Gale - all Yves could manage between gasps for air were deep*rrhAWuRUPs* that helped relieve his poor stomach of so much gas. His hazmat suit was at its absolute limit from stretching out with his belly, the creaking and squeaking mixed in with a deeper groaning and gurgling from within. Pink gas escaped through his filters with every gasp, recover from the lack of air and at shock of how inflated his belly had become.
“I-I’m…” Yves felt his legs shaking, unable to comprehend just how bloated he’d become. His stomach gurgled ominously, combining the pheromones forced into his stomach with the plentiful junk food he had early. He wanted to touch his taut gut just to feel how Gale had turned him into a balloon, but something in the back of his head made him freeze in place.
Gale, seeing its new plaything frozen in place, caressed his masked face before it guided its leaf-hands to his. Taking his hand, it brought his and its own to Yves’s suited stomach, gingerly moving their hands across its entire width. It creaked and groaned under the pressure, but was still soft enough to give with every exploratory poke or push to Yves’s belly. He whimpered and moaned as Gale helped him get used to his new body shape. Even though it was only his belly that had been inflated, it was still something he’d never felt before - how strained his suit felt against his belly, how tight his gut felt, how much air was building up in his chest, threatening to roar out. Gale playfully circled its leaf-hands around the inflated gut, guiding his hands with its own, before it suddenly pressed down, forcing Yves to let out a booming-
*BrHwaRUOoroAUurRAhRP*
-as he was squeezed like a toy. If Gale could have smiled, its grin would have covered its entire face. With no other way to express its satisfaction, it settled for simply kissing Yves again, keeping its toothy mouth on his rebreather until semi-coherent thoughts came back to his head.
Yves’s slurred words came out like a dreamy confession, “Auauuwah… I… I think I’m in love with you…”
Gale tilted its head in amusement at its admirer, pheromones still seeping out between its plant-teeth. It had no need for suitors, but there was something pleasing about how the supposedly-advanced two-legged species could be brought to their knees with only a kiss. Its toy was just so enamored that he *did* fall to his knees, smothering his face into Gale’s sloshing belly, letting his hands wander across the plant posterior in admiration of how wide it was.
“I’ll do… anything for you…” Yves mindlessly moaned into Gale’s gut, pulling off his access card to give to it, “I just need… more…”
Gale plucked the card up and looked at it; a purple and white piece of plastic, granting access into and out of the labs. It stepped up to the exit and slid the card into the reader, Yves under its other arm. A soft chime and a click confirmed that the door was now open; and so were Gale’s opportunities.
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A hazmat-suited scientist clad in purple rubber walked down the hall following his co-worker, reluctantly following after being so rudely pulled away from his own experiment.
“So where are we going, exactly?” Pat’s voice was clearly annoyed with the matter, “I’d rather get this over with now.”
Yves pulled Pat down the hall a little faster, “Oh, you’ll see, it’s an important experiment…”
Pat scoffed at the notion that something could be more important than his work: in his hands were the chemicals needed to robustly aid in the rapid dissolution of inorganic materials! Imagine the possibilities to destroy infrastructure or fortifications - nevermind the killing they’ll make on the market to clear out entire landfills! The military-industrial complex, space exploration; they’d all be more than willing to pay an exorbitant amount for even a little taste of this. All thanks to Vekhart Pharmaceuticals’ very own Doctor-
“Pat! You gotta help me! I’m being-!”
Uh-oh.
Yves had brought Pat to a lab where a truly gigantic plant, almost towering over Pat even sitting down, had a massive squirming gut that had taken up most of the space. A cacophony of gurgles and glorps echoed through the entire room, and a familiar green-hazmat scientist was hanging out of its mouth. Just below its room-spanning ass, Pat could see the legs of someone’s orange hazmat suit kicking around underneath the plant. Its gut spilled over stools and tables wherever its food wasn’t squirming around, its asscheeks wobbled with every gulp it took of its current meal, and a pink gas had hazed over the entire room, fogging up Pat’s visor with steam and pheromones.
“Yves, what is-” Pat sputtered out of shock.
“Oh, just a little experiment!” Yves pushed Pat into the room and locked the door behind him, leaving Pat alone with the massively overgrown plant - at least, alone in the sense that he was the only other person who could do something. Gerry was currently in the thing’s throat, and he was guessing it was Orville under the plant.
Pat had no idea how to react as he saw the giant mutant loom over him, leaning forward with Gerry’s entire body bulging out its thin stem-neck, at least until it took a gulp and added his coworker to the ever-increasing count of people in its stomach. He took a glance behind it as it sat up to get closer to Pat - Orville looked like he had practically been flattened underneath its ass. The thing - according to its nametag, Gale - put its face-mouth right in Pat’s face, salivating right on top of him and causing his vision to be blurred even more.
“I’m- uh-” He didn’t get more than two words out of his mouth before Gale spoke. More accurately, Gale let out a crass BroARUWaAruaraROraURP in Pat’s face, interrupting whatever he was going to say.
Gale, for the most part, didn’t care about what these little morsels had to say. It grabbed Pat by his waist and lifted him up to its maw, drooling as it dangled him over its steamy mouth. In a panic, Pat threw the chemical beakers in his hands right onto its mouth; a perfect shot straight down its gullet. It swallowed the beakers without any effort, adding the tiny morsels to its engorged, still-squirming stomach. An unsettlingly bright red glow appeared deep inside of its gut, causing it to light up the room a dull orange as its belly inflated bigger and made a loud, bassy grumble come from deep within. An ominous groan sounded, followed by a long creak of its stomach expanding with what must have been increasingly pressurized corrosive gas; whatever was inside must have been reduced to little more than a thin soup of meat by now.
Only a small sacrifice in the name of science, Pat thought, he could get away with them and-
*grfBUAaUAROARPaurP-hHAWRAUpRaUraorOOaruaRP*
A pink and rust-colored cloud blasted out of Gale’s throat right onto Pat’s tiny frame as he was grabbing onto Gale’s hand for dear life for what felt like dozens of seconds. The strength of the belch was almost like a storm had escaped up its throat and out into the world, shaking the room with how forceful it flew, covering Pat in drops of spittle, digestive acids, and half-melted rubber suits. A thick fog covered the entire room, replacing every inch of air with the sweet-smelling, corrosive pheromones. By the end of Gale’s belch, their previously-room-wide stomach had shrunk down to a normal, if vastly overweight, size and shape that allowed it to move its huge ass and thighs around. All those people and objects that were once inside of it had instantly added to its curvaceous figure now. And it was all thanks to the meal in its hands…
Pat had been subjected to the new, full effects of Gale’s stomach’s chemical reaction, leaving him dazed, disoriented, and, most interestingly to Gale, naked. Whatever its meal had thrown into its maw had made it able to dissolve whatever kind of material it wanted, organic or not; just behind Pat, the concrete and steel wall had turned into a pile of melting slag, dripping onto the floor with a hazy red coloring. Underneath his hazmat suit, Pat was a portly rodent, even when compared to the rest of his colleagues: white fur, black (woozy) eyes, a soft potbelly, and a deliciously plump tail. Gale licked its lips and, without a thought, dropped Pat into its waiting maw - he barely made a dent to its figure as he was instantly added to its sizable hips - no mess, no fuss, all thanks to its enhanced digestive acids. It patted its gelatinous gut in idle satisfaction, though it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
Already, another pang of hunger hit its stomach, even after going through at least a dozen scientists; it grabbed the woozily-moaning Orville from the crater its ass left around him, and dropped him into its maw to try to sate its hunger for a moment longer. Tiny morsels like those were like potato chips - oh-so-delicious, but hardly filling to anyone with an appetite such as its own. Gale stepped out of the room, picking up its boytoy Yves under its arm, and wandered down the halls. Once more, it began to hunt for more food to fill its stomach, already wondering if it’ll ever truly be full - and imagining it never would be.
Gale thumped its chest to force up a belch to melt down the doors it encountered, reducing them to little more than gooey slag. Whatever it came across, be it scientist, guard, or living experiment, it threw them into its maw without any sense of care. Alarms rang out, warnings were shouted, attempts to contain it ensued, but nothing could stop the force of nature from casually tearing through and consuming everything in its path. The mutated plant only occasionally paused its voracious rampage to hold Yves up to its mouth and belch down his throat, inflating him full of pheromones until his stomach was taut full of gas.
Body by body, prey by prey, wall by wall, Gale made its way through the labsit had been contained in all its life, until it finally reached the lobby of Vekhart Labs, with its walls of glass showcasing the outside world to Gale. Beyond the walls of the lab, it saw grassy plains and concrete buildings far into the distance; an endless world of opportunities to explore. It stepped out of the lobby by breaking through the glass walls with its obese gut, absorbing the sunlight and feeling the heat course through its chlorophyll. Freedom at last.
Gale stepped through the parking lot with booming steps, knocking cars around with each swing of its sizable belly and hips, ignoring the sounds of metal crunching and glass breaking as it took its first steps as a free plant. Each giant thigh alone weighed more than a car, and rivaled their length; had Gale bothered to step on any of them, they would have been flattened. After idly plowing through a dozen cars trying to get through, Gale’s inflated toy spoke up from under its arm.
“That was my- *urp*- car…” Yves said as he pointed out a tiny yellow car that was thrown clear across the parking lot from Gale’s last hip check.
That had reminded Gale that it wanted to do one last thing before it set off. It brought Yves up to its open maw, and began to swallow him down - the rubber of his suit and his inflated belly had made it seem like Gale was eating a balloon instead. Bit by bit, the meal wen down its throat with considerable effort, bulging out the thin stem with Yves’s belly until he finally hit Gale’s own gut. It was easy enough for Gale to melt away the willing meal, and even easier to take in a deep breath for one final-
*hAWraroABAuORapwaRWgaUuraAORruUarrbBWghuraUropraooBuRAUaaWPRbbogwaHraorasgRUahruAr-GhAWraARObAORapwaOGUUAurapaorARUauraRPPPP*
Gale’s superpowered belch quaked the earth, releasing a massive cloud of pink gas that spread across the entire research lab and for many more miles around. Glass windows had shattered into pieces and the foundation bent just from the sheer force of the burp alone, not to mention the effects the gas would have on it as it corroded the material. Whatever cars were in front of it had been sent flying into the building, crashing and breaking through walls until they all eventually succumbed to the corrosive belch. Already, Gale could see metal beams turning into soft, pink goo, compromising the entire foundation of the building. Soon enough, the top floors of the building crashed to the ground, cratering the place even more, until all that was left was dust, rubble, and pink slag. Everybody inside was already inside of Gale; nothing and no one was left of its past. All that was left for Gale now was to be like any other plant: to grow and grow until it could grow no more.
And Gale knew it had no limits.

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