Warning: Vore, fatal with implied digestion, plant vore and sexual situations.

I met Rachel in a photo atelier I was loaned to. She was one of the models, a sexy blonde with shapely figure and bright blue eyes that looked violet in the right light. She was also adrenaline junkie. Rachel wasn't particularly interested into vore, the idea of being eaten, but she was excited by the thoughts of being in danger. The girls working in the atelier gossiped often, trading ideas of stages and poses. Rachel spoke with them openly about her dreams to be wrapped in coils of large snake strong enough to crush her and squeeze live out of her or being pinned down by tiger or lion. She even entertained the idea to swim with shark and it was her idea to fake hangings in lingerie - which the studio actually went through, making sure it was as safe as possible of course.  The other girls thought she was insane. Cool, but a nutcase anyway.

Spending time with the girls gave me the idea, which I started working on immediately.

Step one - doze the models, especially Rachel with my spores. After a week of breathing the drugged air, the girls were less inclined to freak out and - besides being easily aroused - they were more open to suggestions.

Step two I implemented once I was sure Rachel, my prime target, wouldn't panic.

"Good evening, Rachel," I initiated the hunt. "How are you doing?"

Rachel, who was that evening the last employee in the studio, having a cleaning duty, turned in my direction, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Don't do that! Who is it? Jackie, Dana? Is this some joke?" she stared at me while I turned my puppet body alive.

"You can say that my existence is a joke of Gods," I chuckled bemusedly. "I wasn't always the plant as I am today. I was the man who build it and now the old Jack is stuck inside the puppet, unless he came out to speak with his friends. Will you be my friend, Rachel?"

"Unbelievable!" the girl was stupfied with wonder and no small deal of excitement. "Are you really alive? How?"

"I experimented with some magic rituals and next I knew, I was the plant. I mostly slumber inside the puppet, observing what is going on, or play small practical jokes."

"So you are peeper. Yew! And to think we changed in the room with you! Pervert!"

"I can't help it! Besides, you can hardly begrudge me for small pleasures. Being stuck in the puppet can be rather lonely. Especially when no one is around. The most boring times are those I am stuck in some warehouse or when shipped to a new destination."

"It's why you revealed yourself today?"

"Partially," I gave her toothy smile. "Also I am curious. You have here a one time opportunity. Sure, you took some photos with me, and so did your friends, but that was my puppet form. Now, you are in company of breathing, living, inteligent carnivorous plant. What will you do, Rachel? Will you chicken out or fulfill your fantasies while getting unique shots out of it?"

Rachel, flushed, murmured something that sounded like "Stalking voyeur." But she was getting aroused due the idea. I love my spores, rich of pheromones and drugs.

"Say, I will go with it. How far will we go?"

"As far as you want. Want you pose in a costume? In a lingerie? Or even nude? Do you want me to hold on you? Strangle you? Or more?"

Rachel shuddered and I could smell her cum soaking her panties.

"Would it be okay if I would want a few maw shots?"

I feigned ignorance, hiding how excited the idea made me.

"Maw shots?" I asked confusedly, tilting my "head" to right questioningly.

"I want to take photos of your open maw, like you are hungry for the audience's flesh and want to devour the photographer. Then, I think I would pose next to your open mouth and THEN you will hold me to it. Finally, I want to sit inside your wide open jaws, completely inside, so it would look like you are about to swallow me down. Perhaps a shot of me actually ridding your tongue like a horse?"

"Rachel! You want me portrait like some stereotypical monster!" I sputtered.

"Oh, don't be a baby! You ARE a monster!" Rachel laughed at my obvious discomfort. "Just don't give into your instincts, okay?"

"Rachel!"

"Sorry. But you will have my gorgeous body in your maw. Don't tell me that you will not be tempted, at least a little."

"If you want to know, than yes. I will, am, salivating over the idea of swallowing you alive. You are beautiful specimen, gorgeous and sexy woman. And I AM a carnivorous plant now."

I could see her first doubts creep into her face and smell her fear and arousal mounting. I watched her calming herself.

"Do you know how to operate our equipment?" Rachel asked calmly, professionally.

"It's some time since I worked with cameras, but I have good knowledge about photography. It was a part of my education as a designer."

"That's good. I think we can set it up, so you can operate the cameras remotely."

Rachel went then and set the stage for our impromptus photo session up. She was not professional, but she obviously knew how to build a stage, and she followed my prompts when she was about to botch it. She needed some help with lighting the scene properly and how to arrange the various cameras to get shots from ideal angles but we were ready to begin soon enough.

First few photos were just us experimenting with angles and adjustments.

The first true photo shot was Rachel posing with me in background, in rather tasty trouser costume. Next she was leaning to my closed maw as if kissing me. I then proposed the same angle but me licking girl's face with her eyes closed in pleasure. Rachel was excited and cooperated with me happily, giving me first taste of her wonderful body tang. I couldn't wait for her to be in my mouth!

The following several shots pictured Rachel undressing with me drooling or leering at her.

Next came pictures with me coiling my vines around the girl, or lifting her up, holding her perilously close to my wide open maw. Then Rachel took several maw shots from the camera directly in front of me.

"Get the laptop here and let me see!" I encouraged her. I had to give her the credits, I really looked dangerous and menacing in the maw shots.

Finally, Rachel, completely naked sans  her pink ribbon sandals, climbed inside my wide open maw and sat down on my enormous and saliva covered tongue. She then lied down on her back, comfortably leaning on the tongue, with her thighs wide open and her cute heels pointing out between my large but blunt teeth. I even drew my tongue back to give Rachel comfortable seat for the time it took for me to take the shots of rather unsure girl. Rachel was painfully aware that she was literally in a jaw of the beast but that actually excited her lot. 

"Rachel, dear, ready for the finale?" I asked her telepathically, making the nervous girl flinch. "Tug your legs under you and kneel in my mouth, okay?"

And while the girl followed my instructions, I flattened my tongue in my maw and mowed it between Rachel's shapely thighs. Rachel showed her feet under the muscle underneath her firm round ass, and sat down astride it, pressing her crotch and pussy against the slick, yet rough surface. My saliva pooled underneath the girl, lubricating her thighs and her nether lips. Pushing slightly against her, I heard Rachel gasp as she came suddenly, spreading her strongest flavour over my tongue, mixing her juice with my saliva.

"Jack!" the annoyed girl sighed loudly but then she straightened, holding her arms up, clasping her hands overhead. She looked forward the camera, her mouth open in wonder and pleasure. The shoot was the best we took.

'Time to wrap it up, and have my reward,' I thought silently. I hold back greatly, but I was hungry and it was time for very late dinner or early breakfast, we took all night to work on our pictures.

"Jack?" startled Rachel gasped when my tongue rose beneath her, lifting her up before shifting her ass back, deeper into my maw. Loosing her balance, Rachel toppled face down on my tongue. "Gaah!" Rachel gasped when she landed in the saliva pool. She instinctively wiped my saliva from her face with a right hand.  "What are you doing?" she asked when her feet, in her cute pink heels, slipped back and inside my throat.

With a short gulp, I swallowed her cute feet and calves while I deftly closed my jaws, trapping the suddenly terrified girl inside my maw.

"This isn't funny! We are done, Jack, release me!"

"Sorry, dear," I send to her while I latched her breasts and tummy with my saliva. "You nailed it. I am a monster and having such tasty treat inside my mouth was too much for me to handle. Don't worry, you will be not forgotten. I hope you understand and wouldn't hold my stomach handling your digestion against me. It's actually natural fate of such cute, tasty and delicious breakfast. Now enjoy your last ride, Rachel."

With that, I pressed my tongue against Rachel and swallowed strongly, sending the panicking girl down to her waist inside my throat. Rachel desperately hugged my tongue but the saliva covered muscle was too slippery and its push too strong for the poor model. Third strong swallow sucked the girl down.

"Nooo," cried Rachel out, but her cry was silenced when her head was engulfed inside my stem. Clawing desperately on the base of my tongue, her grasping hands were last to slip inside my throat and down. After another swallow I felt Rachel's ass and body enter my digestion chamber, joining her sexy legs inside. According how she pushed and probed the walls of my stomach, she ended sitting on her heals inside my sack which pushed her down and started melting her immediately.

I stopped paying attention to her, and grasped her abandoned laptop. Rachel not only connected all cameras to it, she left her accounts and e-mail open. It was easy to edit the shots, post them on her site and also send resignation mail to the studio and farewell mails to her colleges. I hid her laptop, clothes and purse inside my flowerpot to dispose of them later. No one learned where and how ended Rachel, whose realistic photos are still quite popular over the net.

The END