You shut your eyes as you rest your head on the desk. You didn't get a good night's rest. Anxiety about the new school year kept you up, and you feel your body screaming at you to get some shut eye.
Soon, your world goes dark, your mind shutting off and you begin to sleep.
A few moments later, you're suddenly awoken by the feeling of someone grabbing your hair and pulling your head up. You open your eyes and look in front of you, only to see the face of Ms. Johnson, and, man, is she pissed.
"Did you take my words lightly, boy? I told you what would happen should you disobey me. Yet, here you are, sleeping in class. Not even half an hour after I told you what would happen." Ms. Johnson grumbled. She tightened her grip on your hair, causing waves of pain to shoot through your skull. You instinctively reach up to try and pull her hand off of your hair.
A loud smack sound fills the room, and your head is suddenly turned 30 degrees to the right. A sharp, stinging feeling appears on your cheek. She just slapped you. You look back up at her in confusion and pain.
"Don't touch me. Food shouldn't touch it's devourer unless it's touching their mouth." She said.
As you go to open your mouth to respond, your world suddenly goes dark as she expands her jaw and shoves you headfirst into her maw. You struggle and let out a scream, pleading for her to let you go as you're mercilessly shoveled down her throat. She's clearly an experienced predator, considering that in under 30 seconds, you're halfway in her mouth.
You kick your legs in terror as she holds you there, slurping on your body and enjoying your taste. You feel the body around you move as she goes back up to the front and stands there. You feel her push on your feet, swallowing again to get you down.
You begin to fill out her stomach, the organ letting out a loud growl to welcome you. Inside is the remains of her breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs. The smell of the food and the digestive enzymes coating it fills your nostrils and causes you to gag. You get absolutely coated in the stuff as your curl up, your form being unable to move much as both the dress and the stomach itself are restricting your movements.
Ms. Johnson lets out a satisfied sigh as she finishes swallowing you down. "Thank you, student, for the demonstration to show the others that I'm not joking when I say you are all on the menu should you screw up." She said, patting her gut.
You give a few squirms in response, but can't do much more than that. Suddenly, the stomach contracts around you, the air growing pungent for a second, before you feel it rising up and out of the stomach and into her throat. Her chest gives a rumble as the air passes up, before flying out of her mouth along with some spittle.
HUURRAAuuup...
