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 "Feeding The Plant" (f/plant, exhib, vore)

   *Insert standard disclaimer here*

   The plant didn't look that interesting.  Just a large green bulb
sticking out of a plot of soil, with various green leaves and tendrils
about.  As I and the rest of the class filed in, we kept our distance (we
had been warned), but it certainly did arouse our curiosity.  It wasn't
exactly what we had been expecting.

   Dr.  Miller entered the classroom a few minutes early, just like usual.
"Good morning, class," she said brightly.  She looked at the plant, but
also kept her distance.  "Good to see our guest is here today."

   There was a small laugh from the room, and the last student entered.  No
one wanted to be late today.

   "Good, we're all here," she said, looking at the fifteen of us in her
Advanced Botany class.  She placed her hands together in the way she always
did when happy.  "Today, as promised, we're going to see a live
demonstration of a rare plant's reproductive cycle.  We just need to wait
for our vic--err, volunteer." She gave a slight giggle, indicating that the
slip-up was intentional.

   A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door, and then a young
woman stepped in.  She couldn't have been more than eighteen, and she was
wearing simple white clothing.

   "Ah, good.  You must be the volunteer from the Kervorkian Center!" Dr.
Miller exclaimed, walking up to her.

   The girl nodded.  I had been wondering where Dr.  Miller was going to
find a volunteer to become a fruit.  I had forgotten about the Kervorkian
Center--people who no longer wanted to be a burden on society went there to
theoretically commit suicide.  What it also meant was a steady stream of
human volunteers who didn't mind--even *wanted*--to die.  This girl must
have wanted to commit suicide.

   "What's your name, dear?"

   "Alice Johnson, seventeen years old.  All the paperwork is done," the
girl said sweetly.  She almost seemed to be looking forward to her fate. 
"What did you need me for today?"

   "Alice, you're going to become part of a plant's reproductive cycle!"
Dr. Miller had a way of making even the most horrific final sound like the
best thing in the world.

   "Okay."

   "Now please, take off your clothes and stand right over there," Dr. 
Miller pointed to a place a little closer to the plant, but not next to it.

   Alice quickly complied, shedding her clothes, which Dr.  Miller then
placed on a nearby table.  The girl was an epitome of beauty: her breasts
were a nice size for cupping, and her stomach was flat, her body slender,
her vagina trimmed.  Really, if I didn't already have a fiancee, I would
have wanted to fuck the girl myself.  I wondered why she had decided her
life wasn't worth living.

   "Okay class.  As we discussed, the /Nepenthes Supremus Coresis/ is a
very rare species from Africa that uses the human body to reproduce.  Most
of the time, it stays dormant, just like it is now--it can stay dormant for
up to forty years.  This one has been for about thirty now, but I bet we
can perk it up a bit.  Alice, please put this on your hands." She handed a
small vial of something to Alice.

   "What is it?" Alice asked, opening it and using the liquid inside like
lotion.

   "It's a sort of plant pheremone...now please, stand next to the plant."

   Alice walked over, eyeing the large bulb in front of her warily.

   "If you're ready to become plant food, just place your hand near one of
the leaves."

   Without hesitating, Alice brought her hand down and touched one of the
dormant leaves.  Suddenly the plant seemed to spring to life, prompting a
yelp of surprise from her and a gasp from the rest of the class.  The
tendrils that had just laid around the bulb suddenly flung into the air,
wrapping themselves around Alice's body.  They seemed to instinctually find
her wrists and ankles, and suddenly she was suspended above the plant, arms
and legs spread, her inner self open and displayed to us all.

   "Normally, the people the Coresis takes have on clothing, but our modern
synthetic fabrics give it a stomach ache, of sorts.  And since Alice is
wearing no clothing, it's easier for you to see what it's doing.  See how
it uses its unusually strong vines to hold her above itself.  Even if she
tried, I don't think there would be any way she could get out."

   Alice held her head up, looking down at the plant.  Its leaves unfurled
a little, and a new vine snaked its way up from inside the bulb.

   "Now the plant is going to determine if it is satisfied...notice the
special seeding tendril now rising to her.  Soon, it will begin to enter
her vagina."

   Indeed, the tendril had found her leg and traced it up to her pussy
lips. It seemed to probe at them gently, then pushed itself inside of her.
A small moan escaped Alice's lips.  A small humming seemed to emanate from
the plant.

   "As you can see, class, the Coresis is using its seeding tendril to
stimulate her.  If any man got to this point, he would find himself torn to
pieces and used just for nourishment; only women have the proper plumbing
to become fruit." She paused a moment, watching the tendril push in and out
of Alice's body, as Alice started making more and more gasps and moans of
pleasure.  "That humming you hear is a vibration that the plant employs,
further stimulating the clitoris of the victim.  Everything hinges on the
victim having an orgasm.  No pressure, Alice."

   The class giggled a little, but Alice seemed more enthralled with her
own pleasure.

   "How does it feel, Alice?" Dr.  Miller asked, in that tone that
indicated that she wasn't sure if she would even get an answer at all.

   "Amaaaaaaaaaaazing," Alice said, still gasping in pleasure.  Her body
was moving in rhythm with the plant--which looked very odd, seeing how she
was suspended in the air.  The vines around her arms and legs must have
been really strong.  I noticed several of the women in the class looking a
little jealous.

   "If nothing else," Dr.  Miller said after a pause, "The plant food feels
really good about it."

   We watched silently for a while as the plant fucked Alice, the only
sound in the room her gasps and moans of pleasure, and the sticky sound
typical of sex.  Then suddenly, her body tensed up as she got louder, and
then suddenly she began squirming, a loud moan escaping from her lips.

   "There we go," Dr.  Miller said.

   The tendril that had been in her vagina suddenly seemed to snake out
more and keep going in, farther and farther, deeper and deeper into her
body.

   Dr.  Miller began to talk.  "As you should know from your human anatomy
classes, one of the chemicals released during orgasm is a painkiller.  The
Coresis takes advantage of that to push through the victim's cervix and
enter her womb with its seeding tendril.  Once inside the woman's womb, it
is able to spread into several smaller tendrils, which then start going
through the various tubes of the victim's body.  You can see where Alice's
womb, here, is beginning to bulge.  Normally a baby would grow in here, but
instead, she is going to become the home of plant seeds."

   As Dr.  Miller had pointed out, part of Alice's lower abdomen was
starting to bulge.  As for Alice, she had come down from her orgasm, but
seemed somewhat out of it.  She was no longer giving audible signs of
pleasure, but was clearly euphoric.

   "After coiling up in her womb, the plant tendrils then insert themselves
into the Fallopian tubes and follow them all the way to her ovaries.  See
where it's starting to bulge?  This is probably the best chance any of you
will get of knowing what the human female reproductive system looks like
for real on the inside.  You can trace the entire thing here as it gets
filled with the plant's tendrils."

   "Doesn't it hurt?" one of the students asked.

   Dr.  Miller looked over at Alice.  "How do you feel, Alice?"

   "Wonderful," she replied dreamily, rocking to a rhythm as the vine in
her pussy continued to push itself in.

   Dr.  Miller turned back to the class.  "The Coresis uses these
painkilling chemicals and uses them to induce a chemical reaction in itself
that releases a very powerful painkiller--one that also induces the
pleasure center of the brain, making the victim euphoric and ready to
accept her fate.  For that matter," she turned back to Alice.  "Alice, are
you ready?  The plant is going to start putting its seeds in you."

   "Oh wow...I'm ready for anything, as long as it makes me feel this
good...wooooow." Again, several jealous looks from my female classmates.

   "The plant takes the eggs from the female--who is most likely now ready
and willing, like our soon-to-be fruit here is--and brings them all down
into the womb, where it then begins the process of turning them into
seeds."

   "Gwahh!" Alice suddenly gasped, arching her head back in pleasure.

   "There we go...you can see where the seeds are growing, right here in
her womb." What had just been a bulge was now starting to get bigger, but
not universally.  It looked like several spheres were growing inside of
her--the seeds, I realized.  Alice was writhing, moaning loudly.

   "And now that the plant has begun to make its fruit, it will bring the
victim into its bulb, where it will sit, happily digesting the useless
parts while incubating its newly-formed seeds.  This is the last time
you'll ever see Alice as anything more than plant fruit, so say your
goodbyes."

   None of us, of course, said anything.  And as Alice continued to spasm,
several more tendrils came from inside the bulb, wrapping themselves around
her breasts and torso, and began to pull her down into the plant.  The
leaves were completely open, revealing a red inside that she was getting
pulled into.

   "Oh wooooow," Alice moaned again, and I could tell she was having
another orgasm, even as she was getting pulled into the plant.  As her body
was pulled closer, the tendrils began to fold her legs up as the leaves
began to fold around her.

   And then, they folded over her, and she was completely engulfed in the
plant.  It seemed to settle itself down, as the outside vines that had let
go at the last minute folded back to their dormant position.

   From inside the plant, we could still hear Alice's moans of pleasure. 
Dr.  Miller walked over.  "At this point, now that the plant has its meal,
it is perfectly safe to get near.  Alice, can you still hear me?"

   "Yes," Alice said, the warble of pleasure clear in her voice.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Absolutely wonderful!"

   "Good...you're going to feel that for about the next twenty-four hours
as the plant keeps you stimulated so that you nurture its seeds." Dr. 
Miller then looked up at us.  "After its seeds have significantly matured,
Alice is going to fall unconscious, probably while in the throes of orgasm,
and her heart will likely stop within twelve hours of that.  Within
seventy-two hours, most of her body will have been digested, while all of
her reproductive system will have been turned into a fruit.  Next week,
we'll be able to look at that."

   One of the students raised a hand.  "Dr.  Miller, why does the plant
start the whole process while she is still outside of the bulb?  Doesn't
that make it vulnerable to predators?"

   Dr.  Miller nodded.  "A good question.  It waits until its seeds are
properly placed, because it must activate different chemicals on the inside
to digest than to produce a fruit.  It has to make sure the seeds take in
the new victim before deciding to actually create, well, its fruit."

   "Oh."

   Dr.  Miller clapped her hands together.  "Well, class, if there's no
more questions, we can adjourn for the day.  Tomorrow we'll take a look at
the plant, and see if Alice is still conscious enough to respond.  And next
week, we'll see her womb as a fruit.  I hope this demonstration was as
educational to you as I had wanted."