“…will be to become my meal.”
“W-what?” You ask, suddenly more alert of your predicament.
“Come here~” she replies in an ominous tone, licking her lips already with her tail swishing excitedly at the prospect of a new meal.
You attempt to clamber away, but are quickly held back by Ms. Matthews’s surprising strength, holding you by the scruff of your shirt.
“Where do you think you’re going?~” she asks rhetorically, lifting you up and examining the boy before her with piercing eyes. “Hm, I think you’ll do fine, I at least won’t have to buy lunch today.” She comments one final time, her maw already opening wide.
“P-please miss I w-won’t do it aga-“ you are cut off by Ms. Matthews stuffing your head into her mouth, tongue flicking back and forth on your face to have a good taste. You try wriggling out of her grip, but are only pushed further into her mouth.
She traps you with a powerful swallow, pinning your arms to your chest. Scared and embarrassed, you think this is it, until you feel Ms. Matthews taking off your shoes, then your socks, then your pants… before quickly wolfing down the rest of you.
As you suddenly lurch down into her body, now sealed as the teacher’s meal, you feel embarrassed and scared.
“UUUUURP!~ Oh, excuse me class, it seems I got distracted.” Ms. Matthews says as a chorus of giggles come from the girls. Ms. Matthews walks to the front of the class, holding her gut with one hand as you now sit curled up in it, a noticeable bulge forming because of it.
She continues her lesson without a single care, your body churned and shaken with acids splashed and rubbed into your form, your wriggling form eventually ceasing movement entirely.
Several hours later, the lunch bell rings, and all the girls pack their things excitedly to eat.
Ms. Matthews bulge has gotten much smaller, a sign that her meal has given up and claimed.
“Urp! Oh, what a good meal, he tasted decently as well.. what was his name again?” She ponders this while going to sit on her chair, the bulge in her gut eventually disappearing as a familiar pressure builds in her colon. “Oh well, whoever he was, he’s ready to exit.”
The anthro teacher sits up and heads to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and excreting your remains, not much is left of you from her efficient body. Ms. Matthews flushes once, and you are gone.
Heading to the mirror, she admires her new form, her curves have all gotten bigger, and her fur looks much better than before.
“Hm, maybe he wasn’t such a slacker after all!” She mutters to herself, giggling softly.
And this is the end of the journey for you! Maybe try a different route? In any case, this is
Game over!
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