Samantha scoffs, “You do realize that you won't really be that nourishing, don't you? HAHAHA! I mean... you're only three inches tall! Still... it is pretty funny hearing you beg to be eaten. Seriously, dude... you're the kinkiest weirdo I know. Besides myself, of course. ” She walks over to Professor Greene, her swollen belly wobbling with every step. Inside her stomach, Steve lets out a strangled scream of pain. Sam grins and pokes her midsection, clearly delighted by his torment. “I'm sure that Steve here will go straight to my thighs... but you? Professor Greene's probably eaten cocks more nourishing than you!”
“Please, Samantha, there's no need for formality.” Professor Greene reaches out and cups one of Sam's bare breasts, her eyes smoldering seductively, “You can call me Kat. After all, we're all witches here.” Her fingers delicately trace the contours of Sam's nipple before moving down to her distended belly. With a wink, your teacher prods Sam's midsection, provoking a muffled shriek from within.
Samantha meets your teacher's eyes hungrily, and whispers in a voice that's hoarse with desire, “Of course... Kat.”
Professor Greene bites her lip and prods Steve's wriggling form with more force. Her hand sinks deeply into Sam's flesh, something within giving way with a sickening squish. The wet gurgling scream that follows sounds almost inhuman. The two women giggle girlishly, as if Steve's suffering is the funniest thing in the world to them. As their laughter dies down, Professor Greene looks back down at you. “You know, Sam... It's not just their bodies that nourish us.”
Sam wrinkles her nose in confusion at this, but Professor Greene continues, “We can feed upon every little thing we put our meals through.” Your teacher leers down at you hungrily, “We can draw strength from their lust...” She punctuates this last word with her thumb against the shaft of your cock. Your breath catches as you struggle not to cum. “Or their fear...” Your teacher lifts you to her lips and licks the length of your body, coating you in a slimy layer of saliva. And then, with a flick of her wrist, she dangles you over her open maw. Your heart begins to race as she opens her mouth wide, allowing you to gaze into the humid cavern of her throat. You let out a tiny squeak of horror as she begins to lower you into her mouth. A string of drool drips from her lower lip and onto her chest, but Professor Greene ignores the mess. Her eyes close in rapture as she prepares to savor her meal... and then, with another flick of her wrist, she pulls you back. Her mouth twists into a cruel smirk as she looks down at your trembling form, “But most of all, we draw strength from their pain. Trust me when I say that there are few things better in life than listening to the dying screams of a handsome young boy-toy as he becomes mush inside of you. You can't even imagine the feeling of power it gives you!”
Samantha's eyes glisten with cold amusement, “I'm pretty sure that's something I can imagine.” Almost as if in reply, a muffled scream for mercy comes from within her gut. Steve is clearly trying to form words, but at this point, all you can hear is a series of unintelligible high-pitched shrieks. You try not to think about what her stomach acids are doing to his body right now. *Guuuurgle!* Gloop!
“Indeed. But that power isn't just a feeling. For a witch, the power we draw from our prey is the raw energy that sustains us. We grow more powerful every time our prey moans in pleasure, or trembles in terror, or screams in white-hot agony. Tormenting a meal isn't just fun... it's also what fuels our magic.”
Sam's eyes widen in understanding, “Holy fuck. That is SO. COOL.” She grins down at the swell of her stomach, “You hear that, Steve? I hope it hurts in there, because your pain's gonna make my magic stronger!” She raises a hand to her mouth and giggles, “Hahaha! Being a witch is kinda fucked up, huh?”
Professor Greene winks at Sam, “In the best possible way.”
