The university had its share of spots, but Umi's favorite was definitely the green spot. It was a small, square patch of grass shoved between four walls of the school building. Many students had to slither through here to rush to their next class, but a few yards away from the stone pathway was a large oak tree, the leaves cast a shadow to most of the square.
Umi loved relaxing under there in between classes. It's also easy on her back whenever her belly was full - like it is now.
Her eyes closed, her arms resting behind her head as she laid against the tree, her belly sloshing about full of struggling food. This is the life.
Inside of her, her snack was not as comfortable. Yoko's sight was near darkness with a dark red hue, the sounds were grotesque noises of gurgles and groans, the smell was abhorrent, and the slimy, pulsating walls were icky to the touch and surrounded all of her. At this point, her school uniform was soaking wet with saliva and acids, completely unusable now. The monotony of the situation was only interrupted by the occasional burp and pat on the stomach from her host. This was most certainly not the life.
Umi sighed deeply, patting her stomach once again to let her food know her place. If Umi really wanted to, she could send Yoko to her second stomach and complete her meal's journey as fat on her thighs. But Yoko was just too much fun. It's so much more fun to constantly remind the one human student at this school what happens when she thinks she's just like them. In fact...
Umi grabbed her iced water bottle and started taking long, deep gulps of it.
In her stomach, Yoko was feeling the harsh, icy pain of Umi's frosted water drenching her warm body. As if she couldn't be more uncomfortable.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Classes are over.
"Aw, look at that. You missed your class. Well, all of them," Umi jested as she rubbed her gut, "I don't know what the University was thinking, making my off day the same as your A-day. It's like they want you to miss your classes in there."
Yoko could cry, she was so frustrated and humiliated.
A tall, muscular male naga slithered up to Umi. His hair was so shiny and well kept, it could actually distracted you from his vibrant tail.
"Umi," Max yelled, "Let her out already."
"Maxy! Hey baby! You ready to go?"
"I will be, after you let Yoko out."
"What? You think-? Noooo, what kind of monster do you think I-"
BRRRRROOOOOOORP!
Out of Umi's monstrous belch, spewed out Yoko's school tie. Partially digested. Umi shot Max an innocent smile.
"Ooopsy. Guess she got mixed with my salad earlier. Honest mistake," Umi joked.
"C'mon, seriously. You've had her in there all day and she missed all her classes. You've already done plenty."
"Pfft," Umi scoffed, "You're no fun, Maxy. Okay, but you gotta take me out tonight."
Umi began her work, upchucking Yoko. An act she became an expert at.
In seconds, Yoko was on the ground. Wet, tired, and ashamed. Max shot her a look of pity.
"Mmm, tasted just as good on the way out," Umi quipped. Max was not pleased, was that supposed to be sexy?
Max put his arm around Umi and the two began to slither away. But not before Umi snuck in one last jab.
"Hey, two legged trash. I heard Faith won't be home tonight. Maybe I'll stop by and pay you a visit."
Yoko didn't even have the energy to give that threat attention, but it still hurt.
As the rest of the school began to flood the square, Yoko just laid there unable to move. She could here the dozens of students slithering by laughing at her, making comments. She felt lower than low.
"Oh fuck. Someone threw up some lunch"
"Damn, I wanna piece of that."
"Oh my god, so disgusting!"
"Don't know what she expects."
And the comments kept piling. Everyone knew what had happened to her, but nobody cared. It was against school policy to eat her, but there was not much anyone could do.
Predator students are allowed to eat humans outside of school, so unless they had definitive proof of who ate her there is not much the faculty who care can do and avoid a lawsuit. Umi, Hydra, and all the other bullies became experts at getting away with this. It was hopeless.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Yoko was in her dorm room bed. The lights all off. Faith was out with her parents. Faith didn't invite her out of protection, since her mother had unironically joked about eating her before.
Yoko had grown tired of her life here. She couldn't do anything about it. She was powerless. If Umi, or Hydra, or Luna, or even one of the teachers decided to knock on her door to eat or fuck her, she couldn't do anything but pray that door lock worked (often it didn't).
As she was scrolling through her phone, a curious thought came into her head that she decided to satiate with a Google search:
"I am prey how do I defend myself against predators"
Some prey therapy organizations, discussion forums, Facebook groups, etc. but nothing actually useful. Yoko didn't need counseling, she needed a gun.
A few pages in, she was ready to give up and do something else when a link caught her eye.
"PREY WANTED! Human trials for Predator related experiments. HIGH PAY!!!"
She clicked on it out of morbid curiosity mixed with boredom. As she began reading, her eyes began to light up. Whatever she saw, she was interested.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Yoko managed to avoid her school bullies' usual shenanigans and walked down to Engorge Labs headquarters after school. The building was large and intimidating. Their logo had a silhouette of a naga carrying a human in their belly like they were pregnant with them.
Very bizarre, very macabre. Either way, she pressed on up the stairs and into the lobby. It had the usual smell of any office building despite the weird business they dealt in.
"Hello, little lady!" spoke the welcoming receptionist, naga lady, "Are you here for the trials?"
Yoko nodded nervously.
"Oh, that's great. And hey, don't be jittery. You'll be making a huge difference. Head right on in. It's down the hall, and the second hallway on the right. There's a door labeled 125, Dr. Irene McCoil. She's waiting already!"
Yoko nodded nervously once again, and followed down the path.
Sure enough, Dr. Irene McCoil, Room 125. Right there.
"Hello there! How are you doing?" greeted Dr. McCoil, a naga in her mid-40s. She had a short pony tail, glasses, and a perfect smile, and an unconventional red and yellow tail. She may have possessed the body of a killer, but she wore the face of a friend.
"G-good, I guess."
"Oh, that's good to hear. Let's just have a seat here." The doctor gestured to a sanitary treatment chair. Yoko had never been more nervous in her entire life, which is really saying something considering how many insides she's been in.
As she sat, the doctor grabbed a clipboard.
"Now, you are our first human. So trust me when I say we are just oh so excited to see you here."
Yoko's heart was beating at an unparalleled rate.
"So, you must have seen our ad. You know why you're here, but I don't. So if you could please do me a favor and tell me what brought you here to our little lab. It's okay to be honest with me, whatever the reason, I won't judge."
Yoko has met the face and voice of sinister preds, but she seemed like a nice enough lady.
"W-well, I'm a human. But I go to an all-predator school. And, well-", Yoko struggled to get the words out.
"Ah, say no more, honey. I get it. Well I hope we can help each other today. Now, have you decided which option you want to go with or do you need those read to you again? If it helps, we have a secret, third option that we didn't wish to disclose online."
Yoko was morbidly curious.
"Well, maybe I could hear them again? And I'd like to hear that third option."
The doctor then put on her glasses and started reading off of her papers.
"Option A is the Naga Tail Surgery procedure. We understand some prey would rather live their lives as predators and we want to make it possible for prey to transition into predator and live the same life that a nagaborn lives everyday. This procedure would be incredibly expensive if greenlit by other companies but seeing as how you are our first human trial, if the surgery was a success, you would be fully compensated and the procedure would be entirely free. Same goes for all the other procedures. We already have an organ donor who graciously gave us her tail to put onto you and just looking at you I can tell you'd be a good size."
This was the main treatment that drove Yoko to come here. If this surgery was a success, she could finally roam the hallways of her school as an equal. No more fear of being treated as a lesser and being shoved into orifices anymore. If it meant trading her legs for a slimy tail, it was worth it.
"Option B is the Naga Penis Transplant procedure. There is actually a bit of a national crisis right now when it comes to naga birth rates. It's becoming increasingly more difficult for male and female nagas to have mates for various reasons, and whatever couples do exist are choosing not to have children. So, for this procedure we would attach bull naga genitals to your person, allowing you to attract various naga mates with fully functional testicles capable of producing naga sperm that can create healthy, naga offspring."
While Option A was perfect for what Yoko was looking for, Option B sounded super enticing. Yoko had a freaky side to her she didn't advertise much. And part of her thought of the idea of having a harem of naga girls and she got excited. That will command her respect in a whole new light.
"Option C is...confidential. And I can't share the details with you unless you commit to picking this procedure. All I can share is we are hoping to create a way to shrink the mass and size of any living creature, mainly nagas. So, which option will it be, sweetie?"
That third one...Yoko had ideas. Awful, spiteful, yet oh so sweet ideas (especially for Umi). Hmmmm...
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