You sigh with resignation and slowly walk towards Bertha. Well, it had to happen sooner or later, right? She's going to eat you, and you may as well accept it. Bertha wraps her meaty arms around you and sinks her teeth into your neck. She's not drawing blood yet--this is just foreplay--but it won't be long now.
"Hang on a moment, you two!" Ms. Cushman shouts. "Alice, I want to have a word with you privately. Now."
Bertha glares at your teacher, then storms off in a huff. Your neck is sore from her bite. You walk over to Ms. Cushman's desk and shuffle your feet nervously.
"Yes, Ms. Cushman?"
"Alice, Bertha was going to eat you. You know that, right?"
"Y-yes, Ms. Cushman."
"And you were going to let her?"
You study the tops of your shoes intently. "Yes, Ms. Cushman," you say weakly.
"Such a shame, Alice. After all, if anyone should be allowed to eat you, it should be me."
You stare up at Ms. Cushman, your eyes widening in surprise.
"You owe me for saving you, Alice," Ms. Cushman explains. "And since you were willing to throw your life away just a minute ago, I don't think you have any reason to complain." She glances at the wall-clock, then at her desk calendar. "I'm through teaching for the day, so why don't you come home with me, so I can eat you properly?"
You gulp and stammer, not sure what to say. Ms. Cushman grins and slowly rises to her feet. She's fully one foot taller than you, and her ass is just as wide. She weighs an even 600 pounds and knows how to carry herself. Her dress constantly strains against her bulk. She strides over to you sultrily and wraps an arm seductively around your tiny waist.
"Come on, Alice," she whispers into your ear. "You'll like it. I can make you into a roast, I can slice you into sandwich meat, I can wolf you down whole, or I can do anything you want. Doesn't that sound sexy?"
It does, somehow. But ... but you want to live, too! Damn it, you have to do something! You brace yourself, look Ms. Cushman right in the eye, and say ...