Beauty and the Beast shoot

It had been a long day for Belle what with her awkward "co-star" and the constant costume changes, but at least it was a clean shoot. Well it was kind of clean, not quite what she'd want her mother to see but at least she didn't have to simulate orgasms for hours on end like she had last week with that troupe of dwarves.

In fact there couldn't be much more contrast between this job and that last one. Here all she had to do is practice her "innocent and vulnerable" poses with a grotesque man in a troll costume, no sex, simulated or otherwise, involved. All a vast improvement compared to her efforts to suck off four dwarves. In the final product it looked like seven but they only had four so they'd resorted to more miniature costumes to disguise their shortcomings.

Belle could hear the old floorboards creaking as her "beast" returned from the toilet again so stubbing out her cig she went back to the set. This set of pictures was apparently supposed to be more 'arty' than the last lot, which basically meant that she would keep her clothes on a bit longer this time. It also meant that she had dumped the semen stained 'Jungle Jane' outfit that the photographer had supplied and was nearly back in her street clothes again. And as she was wearing her own stuff there was definitely going to be no mucky stuff. Besides this should be the last set of the assignment and she'd be off home in another hour. So she started with a few 'character' poses, just her in the bedroom set posing with books and soft toys. Even the 'arty' shoots required pandering to old men fantasising about co-eds. The short hand for this lot was books = students (well nobody else read books did they?) and a teddy bear = innocent Of course the old men's fantasies would go into overdrive if they ever realised that she really was a student and it was crap shoots like this that were paying the rent. Still best not think about that.

She posed in front of the mirror, pretending to put on some more lip as her 'beast' pretended to creep into the room behind her. With the obligatory dropping of her comb she got in a display of her long legs. She was on her third pair of tights today having laddered the others on her "beast's" costume, but at least they could help her deal with her co-star if he got carried away with his role. Still this guy seemed harmless despite his size, apparently a big softy who was so shy he couldn't meet her eyes when she tried to talk to him. Still she was really glad it was a clean shoot as this guy was so obscenely fat that the thought of pretending to blow him with that gross belly hanging over her was vomits-ville. She got her mind back on track, trying to get to the end of the 'plot' as quickly as she could.

Her 'beast' was now standing over her as she crouched on the floor in her best 'vulnerable' pose. Upturned face, chest thrust out to show more cleavage, and legs folded to give the illusion of shy concealment whilst almost showing her cunt. A dozen quick shots as her 'beast' waddled around her and she looked cute, then it was time for the climax.

In a normal shoot this would inevitably be sex, but apparently this customer that had ordered this shoot wanted to end it with the "beast" kissing his "beauty". Well whatever he wanted, as with what he was paying she wouldn't have to do another shoot this semester

The photographer was one of those that preferred them to act whilst he snapped, clearly a frustrated film director, so she pretended to struggle against the "Beast". Actually she had to struggle to stop herself laughing. This guy was so flabby that it was like climbing on a bouncy castle. He was trying to help, holding his fat arms steady so that she could pull herself onto his chest, and once her knees had found purchase they were able to get back to the 'plot'. Her "Beast" was sitting on the bed by now, clearly unable to cope with her extra weight climbing over his chest as she moved between decorous poses, giving the unknown customer a variety of jack-off scenes for his money. Belle wasn't daft, she knew that if this 'customer' was happy with her work he might pay for another clean shoot, relieving her of the necessity of doing the usual slut fests that most buyers wanted.

She glanced at the photographer who nodded to her, indicating that they had enough pictures of her wriggling her ass suggestively and that it was time to wrap up the shoot. She wasn't looking forward to this bit, not liking the prospect of the "Beast's" thick rubbery lips against her skin, but it was miles better than having to fuck him. Always the professional she hid her feeling, not just for the camera, she felt strangely sorry for this fat freak and didn't want to hurt his feelings either. She positioned his large head over the open neck of her blouse, which from the camera's angle would look like his face was pressed to her breasts rather than being a hands width away from her skin. A quick run through her repertoire of facial expressions she moved around, always keeping his lips distance to make sure he didn't drool on her or her blouse.

She was grateful that for once she had a co-star that wasn't trying to grope her, indeed he seemed to be growing ever more awkward with her. She was really having to try now as without his input to bounce against she was running out of ideas, and none of her attempts so far had been very satisfactory.

She'd almost given up, resigning herself to not inspiring the unknown customer when her "Beast" seemed to come up with an idea of his own. He took her eased her around so that she lay stretched over his flabby belly and started to fiddle with her feet. She felt a moment of concern as a dampness reached her nylon clad toes, and looking back over her shoulder she saw that he appeared to be sucking her toes. Well it wasn't a bad idea as there was always a chance that this unknown customer might also have a toe fetish.

Willing to go with the flow Belle wriggled and curled, giving the camera every expression from the agony to the ecstasy as her "Beast" kissed her ankles and shins. From the clearly visible signs it looked like the photographer was getting his rocks off to her acting so she thought they might just have it. Going for more poses Belle rolled over onto her back and wriggled some more. She knew that this angle gave the camera a much better view of her cleavage, and arching her back she pulled up her blouse to flash some more belly. Yes she was sure they were onto a winner now. Unfortunately her "Beast's" initial good idea was being hampered because he hadn't shifted his grip so her legs were twisted, stopping her from doing the high kicking poses that she wanted to try.

Trying not to break the flow of the shoot she tried to ease her legs free, but was almost unable to move them now. Giving up she tried to sit up, which took more effort than expected as her ass sunk into his blubbery belly. But she managed it, and sitting on his stomach awkwardly she saw that his thick rubbery lips were over her knees, and that her calves, shins and feet seemed to be in his mouth . . . IN HIS MOUTH!

She felt dizzy, her heart was pounding in her ears as she watched his great big head move, taking another couple of inches of her legs out of sight. Her heart tried to leap from her chest in adrenaline fuelled terror and she kicked wildly, her efforts throwing her upper body around, but still her legs were trapped, still those dark lips slid up her legs.

She lost it for a moment, terror washing away her intellect until the rawness of her throat brought her back, exhausted, to reality. She didn't know how long she'd been gone. Her throat was raw from screaming, a nails were broken from scratching and she was drenched in sour perspiration. And the Beast's devouring lips encircled her chest, pushing against her breasts. A brief flicker of hope died as she felt his cold saliva soak through her blouse to soak her rigid nipples, then continue down the slope of her breasts towards her throat.

She wasn't a quiter, she was going to beat this freak. She'd drive her nails into his eyes and blind him. She would . . . she must . . . she couldn't free her arms. He was holding her arms so that they reached beyond her head. She looked down the avenue of her arms and saw that the photographer was still here. He'd abandoned his camera and was strenuously jerking off as he watched her being swallowed. Her vision swam for a moment and she was scared that she might faint, but it was only her tears. She knew her chances to escape were diminishing as she felt his drool pooling at the base of her neck, then the pressure of his mouth was squeezing down on her throat. She was having difficulty breathing as with her arms being pressed against the sides of her head she could do nothing to protect her vulnerable throat from the pressure. Before her consciousness could be squeezed out of her his lips mounted her upper neck on the way to her chin, and she was once more able to breath.

She was startled by the strange sensation of his lip brushing over hers, forcing her to close her mouth against the tide of saliva that washed over her face, scouring her now ragged make-up from her pale skin. Even now she wasn't going down without a fight. As her vision was obscured she managed to turn her face against the inside of his cheek and bite the soft flesh. She ground her teeth filling both of their mouths with his blood as he shook his head violently from side to side until she was ripped loose,, leaving one tooth embedded in his cheek.

She turned her head and pressed towards his other cheek, hoping to inflict more damage, but he was ready and trapped her head between his giant molars. She tried to twist loose, jerking her trapped arms to gain some leverage, but she was held fast by his teeth. Teeth that pressed against the sides of her head with painful force. As his jaws increased their pressure Belle found flashes of light filling her vision, flashes caused by the pressure on her head. The pressure increased and she cried out until the sound of her screams were ended by the crack . . . crunch and squish of her skull collapsing under the pressure.

The Beast felt his mouth suddenly fill with the warm taste of blood and brains as his teeth met in the ruins that had been Belle's head. He felt the sharp fragments of the girl's skull scraping around the inside of his mouth and manoeuvred them between his teeth again until he ground up the more dangerous bits.

.His mouth now empty he sat back once more and relaxed to the sensation of the girl's headless body sliding into his stomach.

The Beast was a bit disappointed that the girl wasn't struggling in his stomach as that always eased his digestion, but as it was he had to massage the tight bulge of his belly to ensure that the girl's body was fully coated by his digestive juices. Once done he propped himself against the wall and dozed off to the soothing sound of his gurgling guts.

Deep within his stomach the young girls flesh was burning away in its acidic bath, her once perfect skin nothing more than a memory to those that had known her. And to the Beast her flesh was a burst of goodness that poured through his limbs leaving a satisfied tingle behind. The beast would have slept but for the sudden pressure of gas produced when her belly burst, mixing her own digestive acids with his and hastening her final consumption.

He may be a bit of a beast, but he was no animal that would crap where it lay so with great effort he hauled himself to his feet and wobbled to the bathroom. He hung up his curtain like robe and stepped through another door and strode to the far side of the room until he was standing over the hole left by the removal of a set of floor boards. Bracing his arms against the wall he relieved himself with a series of deep grunts as he forced the remains of Belle's long bones out, where they splattered into the heap of shit and bones that had a few hours earlier been Candy, the photographer's assistant. Further heaves preceded chunks of the girls pelvis and a liquid stream of shit that showered the edges of the pit with faeces. Satisfied the Beast waddled back to the bathroom where with a blast from the shower he washed off the spray that stuck to his legs. Despite having consumed two girls this afternoon he still felt slightly hungry so was glad to find that he'd forgotten Belle's arms that he'd bitten off when he'd chewed her head. Pleased with his find he chewed her bones clean, swallowing her fingers and using the shinny shirt sleeves to wipe his mouth. All the while looking forward to next week when he'd booked another photo shoot.