Tasty Teacher

A Commission for Sara-Vore-Fan

                “That was wonderful, Timmy! Thank you for sharing. Class, let’s give him a round of applause!” The room full of third grade students clapped dutifully at their teacher’s suggestion. It was Show-and-Tell day for Ms. Sara’s class at Sunny Valley Elementary, and everyone was happy. The kids were excited to show off all the cool ‘treasures’ they had found, which thus far included a stone arrowhead, a trained pet rat, and, most recently, a preserved cactus flower from a trip to Mexico. Sara herself was just happy to see her charges so happy, though she was also grateful that there would be no homework for her to grade tonight.

                Ms. Sara was a very lovely woman, the spitting image of the ‘hot teacher’ stereotype. Not especially tall, she had a nicely rounded butt and an extremely full bust, one that sometimes threatened to spill out of the top of her white button-up shirt. Her bottom half was covered by a dark skirt, pantyhose, and high heels. She kept her hair in a bun, and wore glasses that magnified her eyes in a way that just made her cuter. Her students were all too little to understand things like sex appeal, but even they would frequently tell her she was pretty.

    "Ok, class, next up is Kimberly. Kimmy, would you please show us what you brought?"

    The little girl got up and walked unsteadily to the front of the class, burdened by something large (presumably a plant) beneath a white sheet inside a massive flowerpot that had been sitting on her desk all morning. Ms. Sara couldn't help but marvel at the little girl's strength. The flowerpot alone was almost as big as Kimberly herself, and the plant sitting inside it was at least four feet tall and extremely bulky. Despite this, she doggedly tottered forward unassisted, eventually setting her load down with a heavy thud in front of the class and ripping away the obscuring sheet.

    "Hello, everyone, I brought this plant for show-and-tell!" Kimmy said in the rushed way that seems universal among excited children. She reached up to pat the top of its stalks.

    "It's a Venus Girltrap, and it's really special 'cause it's my sister! When the old Girltrap we have at home ate my big sister last month, it used her nummy nutrients to sprout this new baby plant! My mom says I'm too little right now, but once I'm big enough, this plant will get to eat me aalll up! I'm really looking forward to it, 'cause I'll get to be with my sister again all snug and cozy as nutrients."

    She beamed at the class, who applauded. Ms. Sara stood up. After pausing for a moment to tug down the hem of her skirt, she addressed Kimberly.

    "That was a wonderful show-and-tell, Kimberly, but I have a little problem." The little girl gained a sudden interest in the tops of her shoes.

    "When I gave you permission to bring your big sister for show and tell, I don't recall you mentioning that she was part of a Girltrap. Do you recall telling me that?" Kimberly gave her head a guilty little shake.

    "I didn't think so," said Sara with a sigh. "Kimmy, how many times do I have to tell you? This is a vore-free school; people-eaters just aren't allowed. It's for everyone's safety. I'm afraid your sister is too dangerous in her current state to be allowed here.”

    "But I wanna have her next to me," the little girl complained.

    "I'm sorry Kimmy, but it's not allowed," said Sara, moving to the front of the class and surveying the Venus Girltrap.

    "I just showed that she wouldn't eat me!"

    "I understand that Kimmy, but school rules are very clear about carnivorous plants and animals. Maybe she doesn't eat you just because she wants her little sister to have a chance to grow up to be a big girl like her. What if she gets hungry and decides to try eating Sally, or Tim?" Sara gestured to the children sitting next to Kimmy, who suddenly were nervous about having spent the whole morning next to a predatory plant. Sara's lovely chest expanded as she took a deep breath and launched into 'lecture mode.'

    "If you or any of your classmates got eaten here at school, it would be really sad. It's a fact of reality that everyone should be ready and willing to feed and sustain another living creature with their body, but it's also true that wonderful children like you should be able to have a full, happy childhood before having to worry about predators and being food. That's why your mommy won't let your sister eat you yet," she said, addressing this last statement to Kimberly in particular.

    "Carnivores aren't allowed here at school without special permission. If your sister ate anyone, the school would have to pay a big fine, and I'd be in a lot of trouble. I'd probably have to feed some plant or animal myself, and you'd have to have a mean substitute teacher instead of me. Would you want that?"

    A chorus of "no!"s and "Uh-uh"s filled the room.

    "Thank you, class, that's very sweet of you," Ms. Sara said, pleased that her class was fond of her; it was one of her greatest joys in life. She resumed her lecture.

    "Now, since I'm sure you didn't know the rule about carnivores, I won't tell anyone that you brought your sister here." Kimberly, who had been getting worried, felt relieved that she wasn't in trouble.

    "However, I'm going to keep your sister up here next to me until school is over. Then I’ll cover her back up and take her home with no one the wiser. Alright?" The little girl nodded. Ms. Sara smiled, happy that her student wasn't upset.

    That wasn't the only reason she was happy though; not that she would ever let anyone realize it, she thought it was wonderfully exciting to stand this close to one of the world's deadliest woman-eaters. As show-and tell went on, she would occasionally sneak a sidelong glance at the plant. Its stems were a bit shorter than her, though not by much. The frilly edges of its mouths swayed and rustled, giving her a constant reminder of its presence. Were those mouths looking at her? She turned her head more fully, to see that the plant was indeed 'looking' at her, all three of its mouth-stalks turned to face her.

    The plant rustled in its pot, fronds shifting, mouths opening and closing. There was something almost mesmerizing about those mouths, with their frilled edges and fleshy interiors. They didn’t have anything like a tongue, just thick shining strands of pre-digestive goo stretching between the upper and lower ‘jaws’. Nothing wrong with having no tongue, though; that would just make it easier to slide slick and smooth into that tight, slimy throat. Ms. Sara smiled dreamily, wondering what it would feel like to be compressed and kneaded down that throat. It would be like a wonderful, deeply intimate massage.

    The rest of the day was a blur to her, and before she knew it Sara was saying goodbye to her young charges. Each one waved goodbye as they walked out the door with a cheerful “See you tomorrow, Miss Sara!” Soon she was alone in her classroom with nothing but the Girltrap and the sounds of an empty school for company.

    Wanting to get things ready for the next day, the busty teacher walked over to the blackboard and began erasing all the notes and things from class. Sara hummed a little to herself as she traced out letters and figures in preparation for tomorrow’s lessons. It was very relaxing. So relaxing in fact, that she didn’t notice when she accidentally stepped within range of the Venus Girltrap’s stalks.

    The plant looked over the meat standing next to it. The human doe was completely ignoring it. A surge of pre-digestive fluid not unlike saliva surged into its mouths as the doe bent over to pick up a dropped piece of chalk. Its generous posterior stuck out temptingly, a glimpse of pink panties just visible underneath the hem of its skirt. So very, very tempting…

    Sara yelped and jumped as one of the Girltrap's mouths gently chomped down on her rump. She whirled on the spot only to find herself face to face with the girltrap’s gaping mouths. It could have been her imagination, but there was definitely something predatory in the way it was looking at her.

    “You’ve already given me a taste; let me have another,” it seemed to say.

    A naughty thought struck the sexy teacher, and she looked furtively around. The classroom was still empty, and she couldn't hear anyone in the hall. Fairly certain that there was no one nearby to discover her, Sara turned back toward the chalkboard, bent forward slightly, and stuck out her bum.

    The plant eagerly accepted her invitation, pushing its open jaws against her delicious ass with surprising force. Sara moaned happily, grinding herself against the warm, sticky pressure that was soaking through her skirt and panties. The silky cloth between those gorgeous thighs was being soaked from two sides at once. The plant’s hungry saliva oozed from its mouth, while Sara’s lust dripped from her swollen pussy lips.

    It's sizing me up, she realized. It's seeing how tender and juicy my nice round, sexy ass is, deciding if I'm soft enough to choke down. It…It thinks I’m meat, here to feed it.

    A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt a bead of sweat gather at her hairline. It was frightening, quite frightening, being objectified in such an extreme way. And yet there was something exciting, even pleasant about being so desired. This plant may only have cared about her as a helping of meat to feed it, but it couldn’t be blamed for hunting what it needed to survive. And it had chosen her as its desired meal. Sara couldn’t help but feel flattered by that thought.

    The girltrap paid no notice to her fear and hesitance. It continued to chew and suck on her meaty, tender ass. Sara bit her lip, enjoying the feeling. She had wanted to feel what it was like inside that slimy stem, and so far she hadn’t been disappointed. The busty young teacher sighed and stood, pulling her lovely posterior free from the plant’s hungry maw. The permanence of having some proper playtime with this creature was scary, yes. But it would be so very much fun…

            The girltrap reached over to tug at her short, tight skirt, its extra stems looking up at her plaintively. Sara broke out in a smile, imagining it as one of her students begging her for a snack. Well, then. It would be a shame to deny such an eager young plant the sustenance it needs. Not in the classroom, of course. Rules were rules; no vore allowed in school. Besides, Sara thought to herself, what better place for a hot dinner date than your own house?

    Sara lingered in her classroom for a time, finishing the lesson notes for the next day. This served the additional purpose of delaying her departure until no one but the night cleaning staff remained in the building. She had replaced the girltrap’s cover blanket, but it honestly would do quite little to hide the fact that she would be carrying a carnivorous plant. The buxom teacher stuck her nose out into the hall and looked from side to side. No one there. As sneakily as she could, she placed her hands on the oversized flowerpot and hoisted it off the ground. She staggered a moment, disturbing the Girltrap. It rustled in irritation beneath its cover cloth.

    "Shh!" Sara said, soothingly. A bump in the canvas shifted to point at her; she had gotten the plant's attention. She didn't think that it could understand her, but she didn't know what else to do.

    "You have to stay still and quiet under there, ok? If we get caught we'll both be in trouble and you won't get to eat me. I mean taste! Taste me. I've got class to teach tomorrow; you can't have all of me." Sara realized she was babbling to a plant and shut up. The terra-cotta container was growing quite heavy, and it was getting late. Wasting no more time, she scurried out of the building as fast as she dared. A janitor happened to notice her on her way out the door, but didn’t bother stopping her.

    Sara climbed into her car, brimming with excitement. Tonight was going to be delicious.

    It only took a few minutes for Miss Sara and her hungry guest to arrive at her house. Of course, it took a bit of hefting and heaving to haul the plant from her car to her living room. Sara was panting and sweating by the time she had set down the venus girltrap in her living room. A few strands of hair had come loose from her bun, and some buttons on her blouse had come loose. Her cleavage peeked tantalizingly through the parted fabric.

    It was the moment of truth; if ever she wanted to step away and save herself, now would be the time. Sara hesitated, biting her lip. Could she really go through with this? Slip into that sticky, slimy stem. Vulnerable.

    The venus girltrap decided for her, lunging forward and clamping its largest mouth over her head. Sara pulled back reflexively, causing it to tighten its grip. It wasn’t going to let her slip away this time. Its other stems grabbed her and began stuffing her down its gullet. She gasped as her shoulders slipped into the plant. A second later, her tender, meaty breasts were enveloped by the hungry plant. It paid no heed to her clothes; those would melt off soon enough. It just needed to claim this torturous tease for its own, to keep her and make her its meal.

    Sara could feel her pantyhose-covered legs leaving the cooler air of her house and following her into the slimy stem of the girltrap. She was torn between the fear of leaving that outside world forever, and the desire to further experience herself as food. Had the decision wholly belonged to the busty schoolteacher, she might have stayed there for a long time, agonizing over the decision.

    Fortunately- or perhaps unfortunately- the Venus Girltrap was calling all the shots. Deeper in she went, drawn inexorably downward into the hungry body that was claiming her for its own. Tight slimy flesh squeezed her head on all sides, and though her glasses and bun were still more or less secure, her clothing was not faring so well. It was catching on the interior of the plant's throat, refusing to slide down as smoothly as the rest of her. It also seemed to be melting; the stitching in her shirt was quickly giving way, the garment tearing and peeling away from her body like a banana peel. Her bra gave way, joining the uncomfortable tangle of cloth gathering just above her generous hips.

    For a minute she was stuck, feeling the downward draw of the plant sliding over her, pulling her breasts up into her face. Blood was rushing to her head, making her feel dizzy. She wondered if the plant would be able to completely consume her and hoped it would manage to overcome this obstacle.

    Happily, her hungry devourer did not disappoint.

    Unable to swallow the tangle of cloth, the Venus Girltrap focused its efforts on the meat wrapped up inside those irritating garments. It squirmed and wiggled, nicely aiding the effort to ingest it, coating its voluptuous curves with lubricant slime. With a sudden lurch, the delicious morsel slipped neatly out of her fibrous constraints and completely into the plant. Its mouth closed over her pantyhose-clad feet, one more reminder that her fate was sealed.

    Sara felt a thrill of delight as she was pulled free from the pointless scraps of cloth surrounding her. Only the slippery satin of her pantyhose remained between her yearning flesh and the massaging walls that held her captive.

    Besides, clothes are for people, and I'm just meat, she thought, as her head and boobs were squeezed into a slightly more open space. More of her body was forced into the chamber, making it feel less roomy. She was cramped and squished into a ball, her face practically smothered by her breasts, her arms trapped along the front of her body, legs folded up uncomfortably.

    For the first time she felt unhappy about being eaten; it was supposed to feel nicer than this. She mewled, upset, but started masturbating furiously. Her pantyhose, already with several large holes melted into it, did nothing to block her probing fingers. They pushed and stroked, stimulating her most sensitive spots with an easy familiarity.

    The teacher-meat moaned and bucked her hips within her slimy prison. Sexual tension coursed through her, demanding release. She arched her back to rub her boobs into the stomach walls, panting with exertion. The cramped chamber, warm to begin with, was growing hotter and hotter, while her muscles strained against the tiny space, desperate to be stretched out.

    Sara's fingers fluttered frantically at her clit, bringing that rush of sensation she so desperately craved. Her body seized, her legs straightening involuntarily, and through the fleshy walls around her came a muffled crash. The digestive tomb shuddered around her as she rode out her orgasm, and she dimly wondered what had happened.

    Outside, the Venus Girltrap was busy re-arranging its roots in the loose pile of dirt and broken pottery that now dominated Sara's former living room. It felt good to be free of its flowerpot; its meal had barely been able to fit inside the thing. Fortunately, her orgasmic spasms had shattered it, leaving both plant and prey free to stretch out. Sara was easily visible now, her recumbent form tightly outlined within a large root.

    The temperature within the stomach sac was reaching sauna levels of heat. The exhausted doe lay passively in the chamber, letting her body soak up the heat and the enzymes that were surging and sloshing around her. She felt giddy and happy and a little bit sleepy in the aftermath of her climax. Her pussy still dripped with arousal, but it was a quiet, gentle sort, the kind that could be sated with a single hand idly stroking her private parts.

    Sara could feel her skin starting to tingle, and she smiled. It was getting to be that time, wasn't it? She snuggled deeper into the soft tissue that cradled her, when an amusing thought drifted into her hazy mind. How would she go about teaching a class about what was happening to her? Digestion was a very important part of people's lives these days, especially among attractive girls.

    "Good morning class, today we have a very special lesson," she said, sliding her arms over her slimy, naked body. The stomach sac burbled around her.

    "This plant I'm inside is called a Venus Girltrap, and it's a very special plant. It doesn't get nutrients from soil; instead, it is carnivorous, which means it's only able to eat meat. Specifically, it only can feed itself by swallowing down lovely girls and ladies like me and digesting them alive. That's why we call it a Girltrap!"

    More digestive slime poured into the stomach sac, making the digesting doe gasp as the temperature around her seemed to skyrocket. The pulsing rhythm of the chamber grew more insistent.

    “This Girltrap thought I looked yummy, and since I’m such a good meal, I couldn’t resist letting it gulp me on down. Now it’s important to remember that girls are tasty food; clothes are not. My pred was nice enough to remove my clothes before digesting me, but good girls should remove their own clothes before the get nommed.”

    Sara felt an aching urge in between her legs, even though only a few minutes had passed since her last orgasm. Not that she wasn’t happy to take care of this little issue. She pushed both her hands down to her crotch, spreading her pussy lips wide with one and filling her slit with the other. Digestive juices flowed into her open vagina, raising her sensitivity to previously unknown heights. She cried out in pleasure, a high moan leaving her lips with each breath. In her mind’s eye, she could see her class watching her, waiting for her to continue the lesson. There wasn’t much time left; she would have to finish quickly.

    “Oh, please…so good…ah…you see, class…being meat feels very…very nice. It’s why we girls know we really are the perfect meat; plants enjoy eating us, and we…we enjoy feeding them. Because we’re food…oh god…so much…so…so..remember, when you are gulped down and being melted into sweet, sexy, nutritious girl-mush…to enjoy…being…meat.”

    The doe that used to be Sara trailed off, too distracted by the ocean of sensations around her. Her body was so soft, softer than it could be after a dozen hot-tubs and massages. Her breasts, oh, her lovely sexy boobs were being squeezed and groped and smushed together and into her face. She panted, trying to cope with the overwhelming pleasure.

    Not a single inch of her body was being spared from the ravages of digestion. Enzymes coated every inch of her form, greasing her up so the stomach walls could slide over her more easily. The little remaining air was growing thick and pungent, making the meat-girl lightheaded. The hairband holding her bun together had dissolved, leaving her long, soaking hair to drift all around her in the melty digestive bath. Even her glasses were gone, though she couldn’t remember losing them.

    Of course, the wriggling lump of meat couldn’t remember much of anything anymore. It could vaguely recall a time when it hadn’t been digesting, which was upsetting. She was meat; she should be digesting- but of course she was being melted down right now! Her body was being claimed by a creature that deserved it more than some silly doe like herself.

    Some basic part of her mind was so aroused by this thought, of being claimed as meat, that she lost all control. The doe screamed its lungs out, thrashing and rolling, its mind completely shattered by the impossibly strong orgasm that rocked its tender, helpless body. In the following afterglow, the last remaining shred of Sara looked back on her life. She smiled weakly, thinking how she had taught so many children over the years. It was why she became a teacher in the first place that love of helping young things grow.

    Now she was helping one last young creature grow, she was giving her all to it. And in return it had given her not only the satisfaction of knowing she played a part in helping it, but the sexual encounter of a lifetime.

    The next day one of Sara’s friends from the front office stopped by her house to check on her. He waited a while at the front door, then went inside. A startling sight awaited him in the living room.

    A Venus Girltrap sat atop a mound of dirt in the center of the room, looking very pleased with itself. A large portion of the plant’s root system was visible, including a large, smoothly bugling sac that gurgled and churned. Fearing the worst, he walked over to gently poke the sac. This action was met with an especially loud gurgle, and the plant spit something out of its main stem.

    The slimy, twisted remains of Miss Sara’s glasses clattered to the floor.

    The former schoolteacher’s class had rather mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand, they got some days off while the school hunted down a replacement teacher, but the lady they found was stern and crabby, giving them more homework and fewer show-and-tell days. The one who was most happy in the end was Kimmy. She had always loved Miss Sara (though her parents and teachers kept having to remind her to say ‘plant food’ or ‘meat’ instead of the doe’s former name). She didn’t care.

    The plant had eaten her big sis, it ate her favorite teacher, it had eaten most of her friends. One day soon her mommy would feed the plant, and she would get eaten after that. Then they’d all be one happy family together as plant food.

    And if she hadn’t already been digested alive and absorbed as calories, Miss Sara would have agreed.

The End