You want to perform the demonstration with one of your class mates, so Mrs. S points to the 200 pound Wolf girl with the bubble butt and commands her to come to the front of the class. She gets up from her seat and jogs to Mrs. S’ desk, stopping in front of you.
She’s a good foot taller than you are, and while not as fat as the other students or Mrs. S, she is still decidedly plump, with the start of a double chin forming under her neck and a nice layer of blubber covering her body.
She walks up to you and gives you a shy grin and wave.
“Hey Y/N, I’m Millie.”
You smile back, still uncomfortable surrounded by these seemingly alien people. Mrs. S clears her throat, stepping infront of the pair of you and points at Millie.
“Millie dear, would you kindly ‘take care’ of Y/N for me? And make sure to practice that proper form we talked about.”
Millie nods, stepping up to you and placing her hands on your shoulders. She gulps, takes a deep breath and opens her maw.
You are greeted by a row of sharp teeth, leading into a dark, slimy abyss that is her throat. Millie hoists you off your feet and you feel sick as the blood starts rushing to your head.
Her tongue slathers your face in drool and you panic as you feet her throat muscles contract and begin to pull you deeper inside her. In the background you can hear Mrs. S lecturing the class on Millies demonstration, but you are too preoccupied with being voted that you can’t understand a word she’s saying. You feel yourself pass through her oesophagus and your head defends into her gooey bowels. Slowly the rest of your body follows, leaving you curled up in a ball trapped within Millie’s descended abdomen.
You riggle around until you are sitting upright within Millie’s stomach, the slimy walls contracting and gurgling around you. As gross and disgusting as it is, you can help but feel warm and safe in her. Outside, you can hear Mrs. S finish her lecture and send Millie back to her seat. She sits down at her desk, placing you in her lap as she gently stroked her swollen belly.
“Hey Y/N?” She whispers.
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