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Slated and Sated
You knew that the teachers here would be in a different league than your high school or the other colleges and universities in the country. This was Saint Miluina’s Vore Academy after all, where graduates go on to live long and successful careers in society and those not up to snuff go on to clog toilets and sewers after passing through those that were. However, seeing Professor Slate swallow a girl, admittedly an insufferable bratty girl, whole just for some sass and boasting was a surprise, to say the least. However, the stern and stoic woman wasn’t heartless, she was simply proving why you and all your peers needed her class when Alice Mercato told her she didn’t need it. Learning how to escape from a predator’s stomach was a life-saving skill, and had Professor Slate not taken an antacid when she swallowed Alice, the girl wouldn’t have emerged unharmed when the teacher effortlessly kept her in her gut while teaching. Sure, Alice was slimy and humiliated, but her clothes weren’t even damaged when the professor let her out at the end of class.
However, you noticed that the red pendant necklace that Alice wore didn’t emerge from the strict educator’s stomach. Even though you didn’t like the haughty ravenette, when you mentioned that her necklace was gone Alice looked rather distraught for a moment before she put her defenses back up and stormed off. You didn’t know why, but you decided to go back to Professor Slate’s classroom and ask her to give you the necklace so you could return it to Alice. It sucked having something important to you get left behind in a predator that you managed to escape since the predator rarely noticed something like that and your precious item would be flushed and lost forever. Nobody, not even Alice, deserves to lose something like that.
Professor Slate was more annoyed by your bothering her while she had paperwork to do, but as you explained the situation and insisted on getting Alice’s necklace back, the brunette made you an offer. It was almost 4, so she’d swallow you and could retrieve the necklace yourself, but she would test to see how well you retained the lesson she just taught you for half an hour. Impress her, and she’d let you out, but if she gave you a poor evaluation she’d let you out when it was convenient for her. Of course, she’d take an antacid since teachers couldn’t digest students for no reason, and she clarified that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to escape her, she, like all the teachers at the school, was a Master Predator after all. All you had to do was impress her.
Nervous but not willing to back down, you take her up on her offer and before you know it, you are curling up in the older woman’s neutralized digestive organ without causing so much as a belch from her. Grabbing Alice’s necklace, you tell her that you are ready and Professor Slate begins the test.
You can easily tell she isn’t trying to keep you down or even hurt you, though she does present obstacles that, if you move wrong, cause a bit of pain or discomfort. And yet, even with your best efforts, you couldn’t slip so much as a finger up into her esophagus. Throughout the entire time though, Professor Slate never once teased, taunted, or tried to humiliate you or rub her superiority in your face. She was a model educator, and despite you interrupting her work, she genuinely was making this an opportunity for you to learn.
[Poor Performance]
4:30 pm
“I’m afraid this was a rather pathetic performance, Miss Snack,” Slate says, resting a hand on you through her belly. “You weren’t entirely hopeless, but far from acceptable.”
“Um, I’m sorry, I was really trying…” you say. The slight shifting and squeezing of her stomach walls were starting to feel more uncomfortable as you consider what might lie ahead of you.
“That’s just more concerning, then,’ she sighs. I suggest using the rest of the time you have in there to reflect on why you’re here and how serious your education really is.”
“W-Wai, please just let me out! You’re not really gonna keep me trapped inside you, right?” You plead.
“We had an agreement, Miss Snack. And I have work to take care of, so please sit quietly.”
You feel her adjust a little in her seat, leaning forward to write. As you feel the gentle massage of the stomach walls and Slate continues to be silent, it sinks in that you’re really just stuck in here for who knows how long. As long as Slate feels like, you suppose. A loud groan rumbles from behind you, making your instincts kick back in.
No, come on!” You say, starting to squirm against the walls. “You can’t just keep me in here!”
Slate’s only response is an annoyed grumble, and a little later a light smack as you continue to vainly fight against her. You keep up your efforts, as useless as they seem. You can’t just sit comfortably in a stomach. Eventually, the walls crush around you and you feel Slate shift back in her chair.
*** Shitty Listener ***
“Snack, we agreed on the terms before we started,” Slate says in a firm tone. “I can’t digest you, but if you continue to disrupt my work I can make your stay inside of me much less pleasant, and remove you in a less dignified way. Do I make myself clear?”
“N-No! No, let me out, please ma’am!” Even with the threat of a humiliating extraction, the ominous groans and gurgles of her stomach were freaking you out.
What was stopping her from just saying you did something to warrant digestion? Your best efforts only made her lose more hope and respect for you, and it wasn’t like you could challenge anything she said if you were padding out her chest or causing her tight suit pants to burst at the seams. Not to mention it was close to dinner time and if you had someone in your gut when it was time to eat, you wouldn’t think twice. It was too risky to stay in her stomach!
“Miss Snack! I said cease your futile struggles at once!” More sternly, you feel her hand impact your back to get you to stop. “Fine. If you’re so eager to see what a Master Predator’s stomach is like when they’re not holding back, consider this an advanced demonstration.”
Before you can say anything more, the elasticity in the slimy walls surrounding you vanished and you could hardly breathe with the little space you had left. However, instead of hearing Slate grunt or groan like she was exerting effort to compact her muscles around you, she let out a sigh of relief!
“That’s much better. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to keep my stomach relaxed for so long. And instead of appreciating that, you continue to disrupt my work. Well, Miss Snack, are you ready to experience what my stomach can actually do, or will you behave?” She asks, still without any hint of condescension, though the irritation she felt towards you was evident.
However, especially after wearing yourself out trying to impress her, you barely have the strength to breathe let alone respond to her. The best you can do is whimper pathetically and hope that she hears you.
Sadly, the groaning of a hungry stomach drowns out such a faint sound.
“Very well, young lady. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Her eye twitching in frustration a bit, Slate readied another antacid tablet as she swallowed a different colored pill.
As soon as the other pill entered her stomach, Slate’s stomach came to life in churning motions as powerful acids stung your skin. Your clothes were dissolved in a matter of seconds and your bones creaked under the powerful force of her stomach’s contractions. It was painful and terrifying, but as quickly as it started, you felt her swallow another pill and everything calmed down again.
“I believe that should be enough for you to learn your lesson. Now, settle down and don’t disturb me further. Do I make myself clear, Miss…” for the first time, you hear something that might be a giggle from the serious woman as the hold of her stomach lessened a bit and she patted you on the back, “ Snack .”
It wasn’t exactly an original joke, your family name has caused you no end of trouble in the past… but also provided you with some wonderful means in proving you weren’t just a treat to be enjoyed at someone’s leisure. Still, Professor Slate didn’t seem like the type of woman to make a joke like that. Was she just happy that you had become compliant and was addressing you properly?
“Y-Yes, ma’am…” You squeak out. You should have listened to her.
“Good. Now, not another peep out of you.” Satisfied that you wouldn’t disturb her further, Slate returned to her paperwork, carefully allowing her stomach to knead and ripple around you.
It was still far tighter than when you first entered her stomach, but she was being considerate and giving you a bit of breathing space, and in this case, it was quite literal. You couldn’t keep track of the time from in Slate’s belly, every second felt like an eternity, and the impatient organ was trying to work the antacid out of its system so it could perform its duty properly. Then you felt the brunette lean back in her chair and stretch a bit.
“I was going to wait until I let you out before getting something to eat, Miss Snack. But since you ignored that first warning and forced me to demonstrate how easy you’ve had it, I can no longer wait that long.” Addressing you for the first time in hours, Slate grabs her things and leaves the classroom.
“Huh? W-Wait you don’t me-!?” You try to ask but are cut off as she tightens her stomach a bit.
“I said not a peep, young lady. I am merely informing you because I have the duty to do so to keep you from asking unnecessary questions.” She says as her stomach starts to move in a different way, rotating your body in hers. “Don’t resist and keep quiet until I let you out or I’ll be forced to give you in stomach detentions for the next week.”
“Yes, ma’am…” Replying without even thinking about it, you move to cover your mouth and freeze up.
“...Assuming you’re not trying to be cute, I’ll excuse that one.” Slate says as you feel your head slip through a tight opening.
Stopping yourself from thanking her, you wince in pain at how tightly your body gets squeezed as you’re pulled out of her stomach and into the small intestines of the strict professor. Remembering your high school anatomy lessons, you’re sure that it’s her pyloric sphincter that’s constricting on you, but you’ve never felt one anywhere near as painful as Slate’s. She’s not a Master Predator for nothing. Just as your feet are about to be drawn through the pulsing opening into her duodenum, you hear her swallow something again and her stomach starts to be as active as it was before just as you are sheltered from her potent acids.
You hear Slate talk to a few other people as she goes about the rest of the day, pushing you into her large intestines and keeping you there. It smells horrendous in her colon, but you continue to bite your tongue. There was no way you could fight her body as it pushed you around, and a Master Predator could just as easily send someone back into their stomach if they wanted. The only time she permitted you to speak as the hours went by was to confirm you were where you were by your own actions and that you were not injured… too badly when Professor Juniper asked.
Slate ate her dinner without concern for what it would mean for you later, and judging from how long she was eating for and the weight above you, your presence in her body must have really made her hungry. Without a word to you, she went somewhere else, likely back to her desk to continue working on whatever it was she was working on when you interrupted her and sat down. She might have even forgotten about you since you felt the sharp corner of her desk pressing into your back, but it might have also been a test? She did say not to make a sound or move or really do anything to distract her, so if you did now… there was no telling what kind of punishment she’d issue.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, you hear the older brunette sigh and lean back in her chair. “Well, it’s almost 10 o’clock, Miss Snack. Have you learned anything in the past five and a half hours?” She asks as she gently rubs her distended gut.
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” You reply, knowing it is safe to speak when asked a question. “I sh-should have listened to you.”
“I believe you are misunderstanding something, young lady. It’s a given that you should listen to your teachers. Why else would you be paying to attend our classes?” She said with a sigh of disappointment. “If that’s where we must begin with your education, I fear for your future… Especially with that poor performance earlier, I’d be surprised if you lasted the week.” Getting up, she starts walking somewhere again, not that you’d know where. “What you should have learned was to not interrupt my work with petty concerns and annoying resistance.” As she walked, her intestines began to squeeze around you, propelling you forward with surprising speed.
“Y-Yes ma’am. Sorry, ma-ugh!” Trying to reply as she pushes you through her colon, you immediately regret your decision as some bitter, squishy, semi-solid sludge fills your mouth. It was revolting, gagging you instantly but you were unable to force it out as your oral cavity continued to fill the further along you were pushed. Faced with the alternative of choking, however, you opt to cut your losses and close your mouth, forcefully swallowing the professor’s waste. It was a struggle to keep down, as your stomach turned at the dense stool, but you managed to not vomit which would only make your situation worse.
Sighing deeply as you hear her close a door behind her, you can feel Slate rolling her eyes at you. “And now you’re wasting more of my time having to give you detention. I guess you’ll be getting to experience my stomach more over the next week, Miss Snack. But I’ll remind you… or perhaps warn you since you don’t seem to retain much, teachers are allowed to digest students that pile up enough detentions; so do be more careful.” Hearing her close another door, you feel your face press through all the built-up waste she was waiting to relieve and hit a tightly puckered wall of flesh. “In any case, I am not permitted to take you home with me… yet , but since it is late I expect you to clean up after yourself. Is that clear, Snack?”
About to open your mouth to reply, you feel some more of her excrement squish around your lips, ready to invade your mouth, so you nod instead.
“Good. Now, you may want to close your eyes so you can adjust slowly.” She says as her colon slowly collapses in around your feet and the sealed sphincter your face was pressed into expanded tightly over your face.
As you were unceremoniously pushed from the older woman’s warm body, the cold air and floor all but stung your bodily fluid-drenched skin. All it took was one, seamless, fluid motion for her to remove you from her body like she would any other bowel movement. As you lay on the floor beneath her bare backside, you slowly crack your eyes open to see her well-maintained undercarriage still hovering above you as she continues to defecate on you. There are no signs that the effort used to push you out of her body was any more significant than with the thick turds that fell onto your body, her breathing wasn’t even disturbed.
However, after she had finished voiding her bowels on you, Slate kept her doughy-looking butt cheeks spread and looked back at you with the same dispassionate, strict look in her eyes. “Well, Miss Snack? You are the one responsible for this mess, are you not?” She says, lowering her butt towards you with flecks of scat stuck to her anus.
Once again, it was almost impressive how ‘professional’ she was being about this. She was telling you to clean her ass, but there was no condescension in her voice nor did she seem to be enjoying or getting off on it. Her pussy was completely dry and there wasn’t a touch of blush on her cheeks. This was expected from her, if not a bit of an inconvenience like everything you had done today.
“Y-Yes, ma’am…” Looking around for some toilet paper, you don’t even see a dispenser in the stall that she has deposited you in. Even though the door was very clearly a public restroom door, there was a mounted shower head and some generic shampoos and body wash, nothing else.
“I’m waiting, Miss Snack.” Looking back impatiently, Slate continues to hold her ass open for you. “This is still part of your punishment. Or I could shove you back in and bring you home with me for the night.”
Taking a moment to understand what she meant, your eyes grow wide in shock. By the look on her face, there was no alternative and refusal would be a poor choice after everything you just went through. Naked and covered in the strict educator’s anal juices and scat, you lean in and lick her filthy anus clean. It took several passes over the tacky orifice, and the taste didn’t get any less foul as you spat the fecal remains into the drain behind you.
“Very good. I’ll be taking my leave now. Clean up and prepare for the lab tomorrow.” Unlocking the door, Slate fixed her pants and suit and got out of the stall with her arms folded behind her back. If she did take any enjoyment out of what she just put you through, she was hiding it as well as she handles her stomach. “And I’ll see you after class as well, Snack.”
Humiliated and utterly defeated, you lower your head and nod. “Yes, ma’am.”
After that, Slate left and you quickly cleaned up so you could go to bed, grabbing Alice’s necklace and almost tossing it in the trash out of spite. Thankfully, Emma was understanding and didn’t pry into what happened to you or why you were naked and just let you go straight to bed.
However, in the Escapism lab the next day, your class had shrunk to an odd number of students, so Professor Slate had you partner up with her. You weren’t able to keep her down at all and you already knew how futile it was to escape her. And even as the class ended, your time in her belly did not. If only you had listened to her, you might have seen more in your first week at SMVA than the inside of the strict belly of Professor Alexandra Slate.
*** Shitty Listener End ***
4:30 pm
“Snack, we agreed on the terms before we started,” Slate says in a firm tone. “I can’t digest you, but if you continue to disrupt my work I can make your stay inside of me much less pleasant, and remove you in a less dignified way. Do I make myself clear?”
“...yes ma’am,” you mumble from inside of your prison. You’re pretty sure you know what she was implying, and it’s an experience you’d rather not have. Without much choice in the matter, you sit still and wait for her to let you out, hugging your legs and trying to shift into a somewhat comfortable position.
Bouncing around with her gut as she goes about her day when her stomach started to become more active and the acids began to sting, you feel another antacid fall into her stomach with you to calm it down. Eventually, you lose track of time and Slate’s stomach was oddly comforting to be in. With nothing else to do, at some point, you fall asleep.
9:45 pm
You come to a rather rude awakening, suddenly finding your head tightly squeezed by Slate's throat. By the time your slime-covered body is out of her gut and lay slumped on the floor, you still aren’t fully awake. You shiver as you groggily sit up, the air of the hallway freezing after adjusting to Slate’s body temperature. Looking around, you find that you’re in the dorm hall by the laundry room.
“I hope you’ve learned something from this, young lady,” Slate says, folding her arms behind her back.
You nod as you get onto your feet, though you’re not sure what lesson you were supposed to get from your extended stay. “Thank you…”
“Be sure you’re prepared for class tomorrow,” she says, turning away and starting to walk down the hall. “And don’t forget Mercato’s trinket.”
You panic for a moment, realizing you aren’t holding the necklace anymore and it might have all been for nothing.
*** Care to try again? ***
“It’s not here… It’s… W-Wait!” Looking around, you don’t see the pendant that you went through all of that for.
Stopping, Slate feels around her stomach and sighs in disappointment at you. “I see that all of your effort, or lack thereof, has amounted to no more than you inconveniencing me for the day, making me skip dinner, and interfering with my work. But it is far too late now and I’m sure my stomach is eager to digest something soon.” Shrugging her shoulders, the brunette’s attitude made it clear that she couldn’t care less about what state Alice’s necklace was in when it finally emerged from her body.
“No, please. I’m sure it was really important to her. Please give it to me.” You ask, still dripping in her bodily fluids as you crawl on the floor.
“Miss Snack, I just told you that it is too late for this.” She says, her annoyance being the only emotion that she had displayed towards you all day raising higher. “Quit pestering me before I’m forced to take disciplinary actions.”
“All I’m asking is that you take one little necklace out of your stomach. Please? C’mon Professor?” Begging, you’re not even sure why you are so caught up on this. Even if the necklace is important to Alice, you don’t even like her that much and she certainly won’t thank you for getting it back for her.
Stern and stoic for the entire day, your insistence and inability to listen had worn away the older woman’s patience. It didn’t help matters that she wasted so much time giving you a chance already which made her work take longer and that she was extremely hungry from the small lunch she had earlier. “Alright, Snack. If you want Mercato’s trinket that badly, would you care to try again? However this time I’ll be taking you home with me and not letting you out until we return to campus tomorrow morning. I’m not allowed to take you off-campus in my stomach without your consent, but I will not allow you to know where I live. Once I swallow you, you’ll be stuck in me all night. Am I making myself clear?” With a bit of a smile on her face, Slate opens her mouth and a bit of her building saliva drips down onto your face.
“Yes ma’am!” Staring down the brunette’s throat, you agree quickly. While Slate’s stomach could be painful, it was also one of the most comfortable places you’ve ever slept in when she’s not testing you.
“Very well, Snack. I’ll see you in the morning then.” Licking her lips, Slate wastes no time and swallows you as quickly and effortlessly as she did the first time.
This time, however, there was the faintest hint of a belch that escaped as you were deposited into her stomach, and she gently rubbed her distended gut. The antacid from before would still last a while yet, so you quickly find Alice’s necklace and tie it around your wrist so’s not to lose it this time. And since you knew that you had a whole night before being let out of the strict but kind woman’s stomach, you let the swaying of her belly lull you into a comfortable sleep.
Walking back to her classroom, Slate grabs her belongings and looks at the large jar of antacids on her desk. Rubbing her stomach, the previous antacid had worn off a bit ago but she had been holding back ever since swallowing you again. Once it was obvious to her that you were asleep, she stopped holding back. She did miss dinner after all, and it was your fault. “Honestly, she really does-er, didn’t pay attention to anything I said, did she. Had she picked up on the fact that I didn’t stipulate her safety this time, I would have taken an antacid. How she lasted so long when she was so easily tricked is beyond me.” Sighing in disappointment at you for the last time, she licked her lips to get another taste of you. “Well, Miss Snack, you are certainly a first for me. No other student has so overtly harassed me like you did, and it’s stated clearly that harassing the staff is a serious offense.” Because she was no longer holding back and you were not resisting, you were already softening in her stomach. She was a powerful and efficient Predator, so by the time she got into her car, you were nothing but a uniformly smooth, churning mass of meat and nutrients. “Don’t worry though. I promised that I’d ‘bring you back’ to campus, so enjoy your trip through my intestines, Snack.”
The following morning, Slate released your remains in the staff bathroom, though her suit was fitting quite a bit more snugly on her than it had the day before. You came out as easily as she had swallowed you the night before, in one fluid movement and one continuous coil filling the bowl. There were no trumpeting blasts from her rear accompanying your release either, just the controlled breathing she did to control her muscles and clear her bowels. Her stomach had thoroughly processed you too. There was nothing to indicate you had passed through her, no hair or bone, just one thick turd that could have just as easily been a buffet or something. Several of the buttons on her blouse popped because of you, but as she was about to flush you away, she saw a red gemstone poking up from your leftovers. “This must be Mercato’s trinket. I suppose Snack did get it out this time. Don’t worry, young lady,” she says, flushing you away with the barest of grins, “I’ll be sure to return it to her for you.”
You have been digested.
*** Care to try again? End ***
*** Bettering Yourself ***
9:45 pm
You come to a rather rude awakening, suddenly finding your head tightly squeezed by Slate's throat. By the time your slime-covered body is out of her gut and lay slumped on the floor, you still aren’t fully awake. You shiver as you groggily sit up, the air of the hallway freezing after adjusting to Slate’s body temperature. Looking around, you find that you’re in the dorm hall by the laundry room, and clutched in your hand, you have Alice’s necklace.
“I hope you’ve learned something from this, young lady,” Slate says, folding her arms behind her back, “and I trust you are satisfied with this, correct?”
Lowering your gaze to the floor, you clench your hands into fists as her neutralized digestive fluids and saliva drip off of you. How could you possibly be satisfied with this result? “... n-no ma’am, I’m not.”
Her eye twitching in mild annoyance, Slate opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off before she gets the chance to.
“How could I be satisfied being so weak? Even though you told me not to resist you, I don’t think you even noticed that I did on reflex, and you swallowed me like it was nothing. If you hadn’t been my teacher… If we weren’t at school…” you say as the fear of what could have happened catches up to you. “Even if I couldn’t escape you… I should have listened better in class. Not every predator is going to allow me to live like you did, and so I’m so frustrated and disappointed in myself. I should be passing through your guts right now, by all rights, but you spared me. Thank you, Professor Slate. I owe you my life.”
“I simply did as an educator should, Miss Snack,” Slate says, though her empty stomach does groan a bit from not having anything to eat all afternoon. “Be sure you’re prepared for class tomorrow,” she says, turning to walk away.
“U-Um… Ma’am?” Before she can leave though, you speak up, stopping her.
Sighing, the brunette turns back to face you. “Yes?”
“Please… I… I don’t want to stay so weak and vulnerable,” you say, trembling from the cold and frustration at yourself. “I came to this school to learn to protect myself… and make it easier to get a meal when I really need to. I-Is there any way I could perhaps get some extra lessons from you sometime? A-At your convenience of course!” Taking a chance, if you could learn how to escape a stomach from a Master Predator, there was no better person to ask than Professor Slate. Besides, what was the point of coming to Saint Miluina’s Vore Academy if you didn’t take advantage of the facilities and knowledgeable faculty?
Slate’s expression didn’t change from the general annoyance you seemed to give her, but after a moment’s thought, her features softened ever so slightly and she nodded her head. “As your teacher, it is my duty to provide guidance for you when you so earnestly want to learn,” she says, though still sounds a bit annoyed. “No student has ever asked for my help like this before, Snack, so if your resolve isn’t merely bluster, I arrive most mornings at 6 am each morning or I could see you at 8 pm most evenings. If you don’t mind getting covered in my lunch, I could even squeeze you in on Mondays and Wednesdays before our classes together and Thursdays and Fridays I don’t hold classes at all.”
“R-Really? Oh, thank you, ma’am!” You weren’t sure what to expect when you first asked, but rejection was the most probable outcome. But instead, Slate was giving you so many opportunities to improve your skills, though, of course, you knew that she wouldn’t always have time to humor you every time you asked. “Thank you so much!”
“Hmph, it’s nothing, young lady,” Slate says, with what almost looks like a bit of blush on her cheeks. “So long as you behave, pay attention to my instructions, and don’t interrupt my work, I’ll be sure to develop your paltry skills so you can escape even the most resilient stomachs with ease. Depending on how well your performance improves and how well you keep your grades up, if I have no other obligations we can discuss private lessons on the weekends as well. Though you’ll have to come to me in such cases. Is that acceptable?”
“Yes ma’am! Um… d-do you have time right now? I’d like to review what I just learned.” You ask timidly, seeing how you have already spent all afternoon imposing on her already.
With her mouth almost curling into a smile, Slate gives you a slight nod. “You’ll need to sign a form so I can take you off campus for the night, and I’ll be having dinner so the antacid will be a bit weaker at first.” Walking down the hall, she motions for you to follow her if you’re willing.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Following the strict educator, you go to her classroom and sign the waiver allowing her to keep you in her belly for the night. Thankfully there was a line in it about the teacher safely returning the student the next day, so you didn’t have to worry as she swallowed you with ease once again.
With you settled in her gut, Slate licks her lips clean and rubs her stomach as you immediately mount an aggressive struggle to escape. A good opening move if the predator isn’t expecting it. “Oh? Already showing a significant improvement, Miss Snack. However, I’ll have to ask that you just rest for now. If you move too much when I’m eating, you’ll stimulate my stomach too much.”
Taking her instructions to heart, you stop struggling and settle into her comforting digestive organ. “Yes, ma’am.”
This was your first step to becoming a competent predator, and under the strict but gentle instruction of the professional professor, your future was looking very bright.
*** Bettering Yourself End ***
[Impressive Performance]
You can easily tell she isn’t trying to keep you down or even hurt you, though she does present obstacles that, if you move wrong, cause a bit of pain or discomfort. And yet, even with your best efforts, you couldn’t slip so much as a finger up into her esophagus. Throughout the entire time though, Professor Slate never once teased, taunted, or tried to humiliate you or rub her superiority in your face. She was a model educator, and despite you interrupting her work, she genuinely was making this an opportunity for you to learn from.
4:30 pm
And after the promised amount of time passes, Slate addresses you again.
“I must say I’m impressed, Miss Snack. For a freshman, you show some real promise,” Slate says, resting a hand on her belly. “You still have quite a ways to go, but you’ve certainly passed this test. Make sure you have that necklace, I’ll let you out.”
*** Nothing Worth Bragging About ***
As you feel a bit of pride in the compliment, you want to do something that would actually surprise the brunette. Feeling her hand on your back through her stomach wall, you grin as a memory of your childhood surfaces.
“You know, ma’am, you might be able to keep me from escaping you, but I bet you’ve never met someone who could resist you bringing them back up,” you say, smirking confidently.
Your comment gave the instructor pause for a moment, and if you weren’t in her stomach, you would have seen her stoic face crack into genuine confusion for a split second. “What? Who would develop a skill like that? And though you did well for a freshman, Miss Snack, do not underestimate a Master Predator’s control. Now, I’m bringing you up.”
Feeling the walls compact around you and her hand pushing you up towards her cardia and esophagus, you brace yourself to prevent her from evicting you from her body. Almost as if in shock that you didn’t immediately come up, Slate’s body relaxes and she lets go of you. “See, told you.” You snicker playfully. With how comforting and gentle the brunette’s stomach was, and the good impression you’ve made on her, you are pretty confident in pulling a little prank like this.
“What? Why did you learn to do something like that?” More flabbergasted than impressed, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t at least surprised. Never before has someone either escaped her stomach if she didn’t want them to or stayed in it longer than she intended. “Such a useless, dangerous skill.”
“My Mom’s a pretty talented predator back home and… she tried to teach me how to escape stomachs when I was growing up,” you say, sharing a bit of your history. “She was a terrible teacher though.”
“Well that explains your more advanced technique for your age, but that doesn’t explain how you would learn that.” Slate says, trying again to bring you up only to be blocked even more efficiently this time. “Miss Snack…” Though she was growing more frustrated with you, since her tone was already on the stern side, you didn’t pick up on it.
“Well… I was really weak as a child, so even when she controlled her stomach as best she could to make it easier for me to escape, I couldn’t. So instead, she thought I could build my strength by resisting her trying to bring me back up.” You explain, resisting another attempted eviction with a playful giggle. “Man, I haven’t done this in years .” With how comfortable Slate’s stomach was, your nostalgia had you wanting to continue this a bit more.
However, Slate was far less amused by your antics and also suffered a blow to her pride that she never conceived possible. For someone in the position of prey to be denying a predator’s will was unnatural. Even if you had earned a bit of goodwill from her, that was quickly evaporating. “Miss Snack, this isn’t an ability anyone should be proud of. It’ll only get you digested.” Trying again to force you up her throat, Slate’s face fully displays the frustration and humiliation she is feeling as she looks down at you curled up in her stomach. “Young lady,” she says, her patience well and truly spent from your giggling, and pulls out a little voice recorder from her desk and turns it on. “Get out of my stomach this instant.” Controlling her voice to be no more stern than usual, one way or another she was going to put an end to this foolishness.
“I’m sure you can get me out on your own, ma’am.” Unaware of how much you were irritating the professor, you playfully taunt her and resist again, though this time she didn’t seem to be trying as hard to get you out.
“Very well,” Slate says with a smirk, turning off the recorder and sitting back at her desk to continue her paperwork. “Just try not to bother me while I work.”
“Huh? Uh… s-sure.” You say, there was no change in her stomach, and since it was comfortable you didn’t mind staying as long as the antacid lasted. You also reasoned that it made sense that she wanted to finish her work and that you’d be more compliant in a few hours. Until then, you had her stomach all to yourself.
And so long as you kept your movements to a minimum, Slate left you alone as she focused on whatever that paperwork on her desk was. Her stomach churned gently around you, like a full body massage. It was honestly very relaxing… until you felt the pooling liquid begin to rise suddenly and the potency of the acid spike. Yet, the brunette did nothing to get you out of her, she was still preoccupied with her work.
“Um… Professor Slate? I-I think the antacid wore off,” you say tentatively as the churning motion of the digestive organ began to pick up and squeeze you tightly. “Professor? Professor!?” Starting to panic thinking she had forgotten about you, you feel Slate’s hand rub your back a bit but otherwise get no response from her. “Professor! Let me out, you’re digesting me!” Shaking as much as you can, you feel a sting on your back as the hand that was gently rubbing you reeled back and slapped you harshly.
“Silence, Snack. I told you not to bother me while I am working,” she says sternly. “It takes time to fill out these sexual harassment and digestionary action forms.”
“Wh-What!? Y-You can’t jus-ouch!” Feeling the sting of her slap on your back again, you cry out as her stomach really starts trying to break you down. Your clothes are already completely dissolved and your skin itches all over.
“Failure to comply with instructions and refusal to exit a person when asked, I have more than enough reason to digest you. Since you seemed to be so eager to fill my stomach and found some sort of deviant pleasure in there, you can be my dinner tonight, Snack.” Slate explains, pushing back from her desk and assisting her stomach a bit. “With the recording of my final warning to you, nobody will doubt my report, and I’m not entirely convinced you aren’t some sort of voreaphilliac. I typically dislike digesting someone for their sexual gratification, but since I am unable to remove you from my stomach, I’ll have to make you more ‘compliant’.”
Realizing your mistake, you knew that teachers could digest students under certain conditions, but you never thought you’d do something that warranted that! “Wait! Th-This is my first offense! Please let me out.
“Miss Snack, you’ve violated my body, staying in me when I clearly expressed wanting you removed. There are no second chances. Now, digest quietly and rejoice. That useless talent of yours finally fulfilled its purpose; turning you into a meal.” Slate says, leaning back and stretching.
Try as you might to plead your case, by the time she finishes addressing you, her stomach acids had submerged you and there was nothing you could do anymore. The powerful predator’s stomach quickly and efficiently breaks your body apart in a mercifully short amount of time. By the time she finishes filling out the paperwork to justify what she had done, you were a uniformly smooth, distended gut of nutrients to fuel her body.
Patting her belly as you continue your journey through her digestive system, Slate looks at the time, 6:30 pm. There is still plenty of time to get a late dinner before going home. Stopping by the head office to submit her paperwork, she quickly explains her gut to Headmistress Inedia. The Headmistress seems more upset that she wasn’t the first faculty member to digest a freshman but excuses the incident without question. She didn’t even need to listen to the recording, given Slate’s track record.
As she’s getting ready to go to bed that night, Slate feels what’s left of you pushing against her anus, impatient to get out. However, given how much plumper her breasts, rear, and thighs are, she doubts there’s much of you to release.
Sitting on her toilet, she relaxes her anal sphincter, and contrary to the backed-up feeling, it takes a considerable effort for her to force the thick coil out.
“Miss Snack. Have you… learned nothing?” She says as the echoing trumpets announcing your evacuation sounded and the putrid stink of your remains fill her bathroom. “Difficult… to the… end . But as I mentioned before…” As log after log emerges from her tight arse and slashes down into the polluted waters below, it was impossible to tell where your remains ended and the waste from her actual dinner began. “...do not underestimate a Master Predator’s control.” Squeezing her abdominals tightly, the rest of her bowels voided in one massive, long coil of fecal matter. There are no bits of hair, flecks of bone, or anything to identify you by, just a pile of healthy brown feces formed from what of your body hers didn’t need.
Wiping, Slate stands from her toilet and flushes… but you are such a massive load that it takes no less than three to get what of you isn’t padding her body down into the sewers where you belong now. She didn’t even think to retrieve Alice’s necklace since it was completely hidden away in your fecal remains.
“Well, Miss Snack… I suppose I’m going to need a new wardrobe now.” Her final send-off to you is a complaint about all the weight you added to her body. Not even her nightdress fit comfortably anymore as she went to sleep.
Your last whimpers are not even heard, as a couple farts slip out of her hefty rear in her sleep.
You have been digested.
*** Nothing Worth Bragging About End ***
*** Improvising Can Be Messy ***
4:30 pm
And after the promised amount of time passes, Slate addresses you again.
“I must say I’m impressed, Miss Snack. For a freshman, you show some real promise,” Slate says, resting a hand on her belly. “You still have quite a ways to go, but you’ve certainly passed this test. Make sure you have that necklace, I’ll let you out.”
“C-Could you wait a moment, ma’am?” You ask, hesitantly.
“Snack, I’ve only indulged in this exercise to test your capabilities, not for either of our personal enjoyments,” she says with a sigh. “If you want to extend your stay in my stomach for deviant reasons, I’ll digest you on the spot for violating my body, understood?”
Not sure if this was a common problem for her, you did have to admit that the stern brunette’s stoic face was quite pretty and she had a great body. But neither was the reason for your request. “N-No, ma’am. It’s nothing like that. I just had an idea that I wanted to try for getting out of a stomach. M-May I try it?”
“Hmm, thinking of ways to increase your odds of escaping a predator after considering everything you just reviewed? Impressive, Snack,” Slate says, and you can hear the genuine praise in her tone. “Very well, but be quick about it.”
With the professor’s consent, you maneuver your body and rotate your orientation until your feet are above you. Slate waited patiently for you to get ready, and once you were in position, you tried out your idea. As she is about to say something, you push against the top of her stomach, bracing yourself against the bottom of it.
While attempting to stretch out a predator’s stomach wasn’t an uncommon tactic, nor was trying to kick a new method of loosening the cardia, Slate was more than capable of resisting either. Neither was a tactic you used during her test though, so if this was your epiphany, there are quite a few things wrong with your technique that she’d have to advise you on. However, as she is about to tell you to stop, she feels one of your fingers breach her cardia and wiggling in her esophagus!
“Impressive, Snack. No freshman has ever managed to accomplish such a feat.” She says, easily swallowing you back down with the barest amount of effort, the brunette complimented you. “What did you do?”
With all the effort you exerted during her test before, you were completely spent now. Thankfully you were able to make a good impression on the stoic professor, but your new ‘technique’ wasn’t without its drawbacks. “Th-Thank you, ma’am,” you say, catching your breath, you feel her stomach compact back around you as your arms and legs lose their strength. “But, it wasn’t as good of an idea as I thought it would be… You could have easily prevented me from getting in position, so I don’t think I can use it practically, but I used my foot and the restrictiveness of your stomach to slip my finger through.”
“Yes. It’s good to hear you understand the flaws and weaknesses in your tactic, but clever thinking like that is how you make the most of any opening your consumer gives you.” Agreeing with your assessment of your maneuver, Slate nods solemnly as she sits down in her chair. “I assume I don’t need to tell you about the other problem, do I?”
“No, ma’am… I wasn’t expecting this outcome at all.” You say, as your body is slowly pushed through her duodenum into her small intestines. The pressure of you pushing on the bottom of her stomach coupled with her pushing you back down had opened the tight orifice and if it wasn’t for Slate’s precise control over the ring muscle, you would have been strangled by it as it sealed around your neck! “Th-Thank you for the opportunity to try my idea though… D-Does this mean I’m coming out your…”
“Unfortunately, yes. I didn’t intend to release you in such a degrading way, Snack, but I feel it will also serve as a good point of learning for you. Do you understand what I mean?” Confirming that she had no intention of pulling you back into her stomach, and from there letting you out, Slate slides her chair forward and leans over you as she goes back to dealing with her paperwork.
“Yes ma’am.” Not arguing with your professor’s decision, you accept that you are going to now have to exit her body like a piece of waste. While you were lucky to get to try new ideas in a safe place, mistakes have consequences. “Can I ask how long you are going to keep me? I’ll do my best not to disturb you further.”
Though you couldn’t see it, a small smirk crossed the stern woman’s face as she patted you gently on the back. “I would hope so, young lady. Once I finish filling out these documents I’ll release you. It shouldn’t take much longer than an hour.” She says, glancing at the clock. It was getting close to dinner time, so she wanted to finish up quickly and you had already delayed her by a half hour.
Nodding, you do your best to not interfere with your professor as her intestines move you along deeper and deeper. You periodically feel Slate’s hand rubbing you gently as you’re given a full tour of her digestive system, and before you know it, she stands up from her desk and starts going somewhere. You bounce and wobble on in her with each step, but by the sound of her heels clicking on the tiled floors, she has no difficulty handling your mass and weight.
Going to the faculty bathrooms, Slate enters a stall and pulls down her pants and underwear. “It’s probably best if you close your eyes, Miss Snack. While I don’t mind if you see my rear on your way out, your eyes will be sensitive to the light after being in the dark for so long.”
Awaiting your release at the end of her digestive tract, you can feel the fecal matter that she hadn’t thought to clear out before around you. Rather than risk opening your mouth, you nod.
“Very good. Now, typically a person that’s gone through my body is a lot softer than you are, so please bear with me.” Squatting, Slate applies pressure to her gut and squeezes her abdominal muscles to clear her bowels, and her tightly sealed anus peels open slowly as your head crowns out of her.
It takes a couple minutes of effort on her part, more than enough time for your eyes to adjust to the light and watch as your body emerges from her surprisingly plump rear, dripping in anal secretions and caked in her waste. With what little strength you were able to recover, you assisted the brunette in pulling yourself from her bowels, and once your hips popped out of the slimy anus, your legs and feet all but fell out of her rectum. Panting from the exertion, you stare up at your professor’s gaping anus as it slowly shrinks back to normal and seals itself.
Catching her breath herself, Slate plops her hefty rear onto the toilet behind you and finishes voiding her bowel loudly. It was surprising how much was left in her after everything you came out with. Finishing her business, the brunette wipes, and flushes before pulling up her pants and looking down at you like nothing happened. “Well, Miss Snack, I trust you are satisfied?”
An afternoon spent in your teacher’s bowel, covered in her feces and laying on the faculty’s bathroom floor after watching said teacher shit you out and finish relieving herself while you were still in the stall. Definitely not the most glamorous second day of classes, but you glance down and see the ruby red gemstone necklace that led to all of this in your hand. Clutching it tightly, you smile up at the stoic woman. “I wish I could have left a better impression, ma’am, but yes. Thank you for humoring me.” You say, slowly getting up. You notice that she really did take it easy on you as, aside from the waste clinging to them, even your clothes are undamaged.
“Yes, well it is my job as an educator,” she replies curtly, hiding any positive or negative emotion she might be feeling. “Be sure you’re prepared for class tomorrow. I do hope that today wasn’t simply a fluke. You have a bright future, Miss Snack, so long as you apply yourself.” With a bit of motivation, she unlatches the stall door and leaves you to clean yourself up. But, before she leaves, from the other side of the thin door she adds, “and if you want to take extra lessons, try to ask when I’m not busy.”
Lighting up, you smile at the opportunity but Slate doesn’t wait for your reply, washing her hands and exiting the bathroom without another word. Cleaning yourself up enough to not make a mess getting back to your dorm room, you giggle happily believing you made a good impression on the strictest teacher you’ve met so far. Even though you bothered her with an issue you had no business in, Slate properly guided and educated you and you felt like you could handle just about any freshman’s stomach now. Not to mention that her stomach was really comfortable.
*** Improvising Can Be Messy End ***