Post-Cataclysm High School (Vore)

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: It was 6:45 am, fifteen minutes left before the first bell would ring, signaling for everyone to go to their classes for the day. Most boys at this all-male academy would take this opportunity to make sure they had all their supplies, homework, and essentials needed to start their day properly. The system was strict and had an even stricter principal. It wasn't unheard of for a boy to 'disappear' just because he didn't have a #2 pencil with him for an exam or forgot to bring his homework to school even though he finished it. However, Cameron made it a habit of his to always show up to class earlier than the other students and today was no different. The lithe, slim, and naked boy timidly made his way inside the classroom. All the boys were naked. As was custom and tradition. To have a school dedicated to teaching males was a topic of much discussion amongst females and subordinates who felt it was a waste of government money and time. For what good were males other than fodder and sperm banks? Cameron sat quietly at his desk in the front row, peeling off his backpack from his bareback before retrieving his books and setting them on the desk. He was determined to graduate from this Academy. He had always prided himself on being the best he could be. The last thing he wanted was to be in trouble with anyone. "6:50, ten minutes ahead of the bell." He whispered to himself as he looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The classes compared to the girls' school was short. Particularly since the "boys' school" was more or less a separate wing of the girls' school; they even had the same principal. The headmistress could only find one teacher willing to teach boys. Understandable given their position in society. Hell, there were talks of making it official that boys were fodder and sperm banks and stop dancing around it, letting them work in menial jobs. The reason for educating the boys in the first place was seen as an attempt to make them take more valuable work and be less likely to be eaten. The teacher, Ms. Farcely, had made it clear that 75% of the boys in her class would be eaten by year's end. Her role book was even in the style of a recipe book. She walks into class and sees Cameron there a bit early. It was a risky venture to come before school given that it was when the girls were getting breakfast. She takes Cameron and sits him on her lap.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Cameron gulped nervously as Ms. Farcely went out of her way to place him upon her. He didn't put up a struggle or complain, but his heart was beating rapidly and his smaller body trembled in her grasp. "Uh...Miss...Miss Farcely shouldn't I be...erm you know...se-seated at my desk instead?" Cameron asked as he timidly looked down at the floor. He couldn't bring himself to look at her face for fear of what he would find. She had already made her point earlier on that 75% of the class wouldn't graduate, and Cameron was holding on to the hope that he was in the 25% bracket. "The bell is... going to ring soon as well." He added and tapped his digital wristwatch to show that the time now read 6:52

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely holds Cameron on her lap and licks his back up his neck. "I can't say that is too short a time," she teases. "Although, if I were showing up early to class with a girl. I would hope that she hasn't missed breakfast." She holds his head towards her, so she can lick his face. "Tell me, Cameron," she says as she looks at the clock, "Pop quiz. How long does it take a girl to swallow a boy?" She asks, licking her lips.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Cameron blushed and bit his lower lip as he felt Ms. Farcely's warm tongue and heated breath glide along his spine and up to his neck, causing a delightfully tingling sensation to wrack his body. Her words were more chilling though as they carried an air of danger. Cameron's heart was thumping so hard he could practically hear it in his ears. "Pop quiz? Al-Already? Bu-But class hasn't even started yet." Cameron replied fumbling for an excuse as he was forced to look into her hungry eyes and see his fearful expression mirrored within them. "Bu-But if I had to make an educational guess. N-Not very long at all. Maybe a few minutes if they were really trying. Hehehe...." He chuckled nervously.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely shakes her head. "I was looking for a specific answer, Cameron," she says as her stomach starts to growl, "Looks like I will have to give you a live demonstration." She nibbles on his ear before opening her mouth wide and engulfing Cameron's head. She would feel bad for doing this if she hadn't already demonstrated a willingness to eat students who showed up early...and if she considered him a person in the slightest. She licks his face while she grabs his butt. She tilts her head into the air to deny Cameron purchase for his legs while she swallows his head.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Cameron's eyes widened with fear "Li-Live demonstration!?" He knew what that meant and quickly began to panic. "W-w-wait Ms. Farcely! I can do better! Re-really I can! Just give me a different questi--emmpphh!" His sentence abruptly ended with a quiet moan as his teacher nibbled on his sensitive ears, causing another jolt of pleasure. He had to do something though. And quick! Already her mouth was opening wide. He could see into the darkness of her maw. How her tongue undulated to welcome him inside like a red carpet. Her throat rippling with anticipation to engulf his head and drag him down into her depths. "N-No..." He whimpered out before his entire world plunged into darkness. "Mmmpphh! Errmm! Ghhumm!" Cameron groaned and winced as Ms. Farcely lapped licked and sucked on his head, coating him in saliva to ease his journey and sample his flavor. "Aanh!" He yelped in shock as he felt her delicate fingers press against his rump before a sense of vertigo took hold. She was tilting him up!

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: GULP! Ms. Farcely swallows, her throat opening up to welcome Cameron's head as she pushes it inside. She gives his body little nips as she swallows, saliva soaking his body while she gulped him down. She pushes down on his rear, allowing gravity and the applied force to aid her in getting him down quicker. Another swallow and Cameron's stomach had already disappeared into her maw. The teacher was so casual about this in comparison to her panicky student. Ms. Farcely gives Cameron a few pats in an attempt to get him to settle down.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Ms. Farcely's mouth closed around him tightly and Cameron was surrounded by the sounds of slurping and sucking, echoing groans and squeaks slipping out around him while his teacher licked his face. Cameron could hear the chomping, munching sounds as Ms. Farcely shoved and gulped him further in. Her teeth lightly scraped along his shoulders and worked to his chest while his head slipped easily into the female's throat. With his head gripped tight, Cameron's world became a muffled chorus of rumbling gulps all around him, the slick walls sucking around his ears each time they pulled him further and further in. He heard the thumping of Ms. Farcely's heart, and his stomach was sucked easily into the larger maw. The poor boy was at all reassured by his teacher's pats. As far as he knew she intended to have him for breakfast, scratch his name off from her role book, and just forget about him like any other meal. Such was the way in this world after all. Boys like him weren't anything special. Just walking hunks of meat waiting to be scarfed down or serve as pets. Cameron tried the best he could to wriggle free, but he couldn't find any purchase anywhere and instead his slippery body just sunk in a little bit more with each squirm.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Well, it wasn't like Cameron was wrong about Ms. Farcely's intentions. That is exactly what she was going to do with him. Her pats were an attempt to get him to accept his fate as her meal as there was nothing he could do to prevent it. She opens her mouth again and pushes his plump rump inside her mouth as her tongue licked over his naked crotch. Another swallow and his crotch was in her throat, not even bothering to attempt to get him off as his head entered her stomach. His legs were the only things outside her mouth now and that didn't last long as she slurped them inside.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Cameron was more upset at himself than anything. He had come to class early to avoid this. He wanted to show he was a good student. But Ms. Farcely found that he was good in other ways. Her thick tongue curled up between his legs, rubbing his sensitive areas in a way that felt incredible until it pushed forward, reminding Cameron he was on a one-way trip to a stomach. He began to slip headfirst into that chamber, hearing it grumble and call for more of him as the pulsating gulps continued to push him forward. The walls churned and rippled, eager to accept him into the loud, glorping sac. Cameron shuddered, knowing that this had been Ms. Farcely's plan all along. The pop quiz was just a farce. That he was just a meal to be turned into more fat on the teacher's gut. And as much as he loved having Ms. Farcely as a teacher, even as strict as she was, he struggled at the thought of melting away inside of her. He tried to push against the stomach, seeing if he could shove his way back out, even while the throat and gullet rippled all around him and the tongue slurped up his calves. But it was no use. His toes twitched while his feet futily jerked up and down. This was it. Just one more gulp and he would be completely inside her...

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Despite mentioning skipping breakfast, Cameron was pushed face-first into a small pile of mushy food, likely a granola bar. Hardly enough to be considered a proper breakfast. Ms. Farcely slurps Cameron's feet in her mouth and begins tickling them with her tongue, looking at the clock. 6:56. 3 minutes and some change. She swallows Cameron's feet and traces their path down her throat. She burps as she pats her stomach. "Sorry Cameron, I would have let you go if you had answered between 3-5 minutes with just a little warning about showing up too early to class. But now, you get to be my breakfast." She stretches as she goes over to the role book to cross out his name. "Oh well, I was hoping to get you later on in the year or even see you graduate, but I couldn't resist. I was really hungry."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: While Ms. Farcely's tongue curled around his feet and he was forced to curl into the confining stomach, Cameron began giggling and chuckling, unable to help himself despite the situation he was in. He couldn't help it if his feet were ticklish. "Hahaeeha St-St-Stop! Don't--Hahahah--Do th-th-th-haahaaheehee!" Ms. Farcely ignored him and continued to lick and nibble at his toes, easily pushing him deeper and moaning as she enjoyed Cameron. The male student felt and heard the resonating gulp as the last of him was swallowed down. Cameron's legs were pushed easily in to join him in a series of squishing sounds and ripples, forcing him to roll into a ball inside her gut. He pushed against the pliant walls with his hands and feet as he was turned every which way in the pitch-black heat, hearing the churning and feeling the tingle as fluid steadily leaked in all around him. But struggle as he could, it didn't seem to be working. The strong walls yielded (with some resistance) whenever he pushed, but it didn't do him any good. Cameron may as well be pushing on a trampoline mat because whenever his arm or leg grew tired the wall snapped back into place. The air was thin, and everything rippled around Cameron as a mighty belch erupted from his maneating teacher. "I don't want to be your breakfast!" He shouted with clear despair and worry in his voice. "It's not too late. Y-You can spit me back out ri-right? You can see me graduate if you do." Cameron tried to reason as the fleshy walls squeezed and kneaded against his naked body. He was gobbled up in the blink of an eye. It didn't even require much effort on his teacher's side.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely licks her fingers. "Now Cameron, you know very well that I wouldn't let just any boy out of my belly. He would have to be the best performing boy in class for me to make exceptions for being eaten." The mini giantess pats her stomach as she looks through the book. "Sorry Cameron, but you are not doing well enough for me to make an exception for you. It wouldn't be fair to your classmates that end up in here. Besides, I'm not giving up my breakfast just to see you MAYBE graduate. I may eat you later in the year. Especially since your recipe looked so delicious." She puts her feet up on the desk. "I'm definitely giving the class busy work for today so we can rub you out," she muses to herself.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "My....my recipe?" Cameron asked, sounding somewhat surprised but also curious. He had known that Ms. Farcely recorded their attendance inside a recipe book, but he had always thought that was a front. A way to scare them into behaving properly. He never would have guessed that the pages inside were actual recipes for all of the students... if that was the case at all. "But Ms. Farcely a MAYBE is still a chance. I... I can do better! I know I can! D-Don't digest me!" Cameron grew more and more nervous as ominous gurgles and churns echoed around him. The poor boy began to squirm and wriggle fiercely inside of Ms. Farcely's gut. His hands and feet pushing against the fleshy walls, causing odd bumps and lumps to appear across his teacher's midsection. As he struggled inside, the other students began to arrive in class, not wanting to be late. Amongst them was Namiel, a diligent boy with short auburn hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. He took his usual seat at a desk by the window. The other students filed in as well. All of them as naked as the day they were born, but that was just the way things were. How they had always been. So no one saw it as odd or unnatural.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "Yeah, I've tasted all of you before, you know," she tells him as her stomach churns and gurgles while she pats her stomach, "I wanted to get a taste of each and every one of you so I can know how best to enjoy you in the event that you end up on my plate. I was going to have you as a holiday meal, stuffing you with cranberry sauce and adorning your back with pineapples with a pinch of paprika in your hair." She licks her lips thinking about it. "Don't act so surprised. I'm sure several of you have experienced your mothers making you model for the holiday meals and I can guarantee at least one of you was on his way to an oven before being selected for this class." She hushes him as the other boys walk into the class. "Hush, Cameron. I am not going to let you out, especially not in front of the other students. If it makes you feel any better, you probably saved the life of one of your classmates. I was starving and I was really tempted to eat one of you. Anyway, it would be improper of me to indulge you in conversation any longer since you are about to plump me up." She begins looking through the role and calling it, crossing off Cameron's name. She looks at the pampering chart. "Hmmm, says here that Namiel, Lance, and Marcus are due for the session this class. Namiel, you work on my gut; Lance gets to rub my feet; Marcus gets to be licked since you performed just above acceptability on your last exam. The rest of you work on the worksheets regarding proofs."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: The three boys cringed as their teacher called out their names. Namiel, Lance, and Marcus begrudgingly approached the fronto of their classroom where their large and overly stuffed teacher resided. The squirms of a boy she had eaten earlier still freshly squirming around in her gut, though none of the boys knew who it was. Marcus was the most nervous of them all since he would be in direct contact with Ms. Farcely's hungry maw. He hoped that his punishment would just be him getting licked and nothing more. "Ms. Farcely I... I have a lot of work to do if I want to succeed in your class so um... hopefully this won't take long?" Marcus nervously asked as he approached her left side. Meanwhile, Lance obediently got on his knees and began rubbing and kneading his teachers feet like dough. He was too nervous to even look up at the towering woman for fear of staring into her piercing gaze. Namiel, on the other hand, kept focus on her belly. Reluctant at first to give a belly rub as he witnessed the writhing mass of flesh before him. "I guess your um... breakfast isn't agreeing with you..." Namiel gave a poor attempt of a joke to help ease his tension. Taking in a deep breath, the boy hesitantly pressed his hands against the lumpy sphere of Ms. Farcely's gut. The uneven yet smooth surface, undulated beneath his fingertips as Namiel rubbed up and down. "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He whispered down to her belly knowing that the fate of the poor boy inside was sealed.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely chuckled. "I will make no promises for how long this will take or if you will even survive this." she says mater of factly as though she had practiced saying that to every boy she licked, "You are just going to have to hope I choose to just lick you." She says as she shoves his head next to her mouth and begins to lick his face. Her mouth closes over his head and she begins to suck on him like a lollipop, licking his face rapidly while her stomach groans next to Namiel. The stomach continues to wiggle under his hands while the teacher curls her toes, paying Lance next to no mind...probably the best outcome for him.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: The other students kept working on deligently. This wasn't the first, second, or third time a situation like this arose for the boys in this classroom, but they were quick to learn. It was best to just keep your head low, keep your mouth shut, and don't give Ms. Farcely any reason to say your name. Those that weren't quick to learn these vital rules were already dealt with, and the empty desks in the classroom was all the evidence needed. Marcus sputtered and groaned as his head was placed inside his teacher's humid maw. She drooled heavily around him, her invasive tongue attacking his face relentlessly. Doing its best to suck away all the flavor that lingered on him. Marcus winced and gritted his teeth "Urghh...gross... Emmphh!" Marcus complained. He squirmed and fidgeted out of reflex but tried to remain as cooperative with his teacher as possible. 'Just endure it for now, Marcus. Just keep it together.' He told himself. Beyond her throat he could hear the faint sounds of the boy she had eaten, but his words were drowned out by the louder gurgles and glorps that reverberated deep inside Ms. Farcely's core. Lance used a hand on each foot. Coaxing and rubbing his thumb across the top while his fingers pressed up against the wrinkles of her soles. Namiel stole ocassional glances at his surrounding. Looking at the classroom, then at Lance, then at Ms. Farcely, and finally back to her belly that he was dutifully taking care of. Ocassionally something hard would bump up against his hands, which he only could assume to be the boy trying in desperation to keep Namiel from accomplishing his task. "Shhh do-don't make such a fuss.... Just stay down and....it will be easier...on the both of us." Namiel said, pushing back against the lumps and bulges with each pause he gave.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely began nibbling on Marcus as a sort of test for him to see just how cooperative he would be. Of course, it was not a deciding factor on whether or not she would eat him, but it would inform her decision. She chuckled at the idea of her being quick with her prey. Boys who were called up almost never were released before class ended, and she had no intention of stopping that tradition now. Her stomach was quite active thanks to the taste she was getting from Marcus, making Namiel's job either a little easier or a little harder depending on how her prey inside was about to react to the stomach juices becoming more active and doing a faster job of breaking him down.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Inside her belly, Cameron could feel the gentle pressing of hands rubbing at his body, it was only a few minutes and his skin was starting to itch and burn. He kicked and struggled, though he knew it did nothing. He was food, nothing but meat for his teacher now. Her pudge provided a wall that dampened any effort he put into fighting the aforementioned fact. All he could do was sit and struggle desperately as his body went numb from her hungry gut breaking him down. Namiel massaged Ms. Farcely's belly for a good long while, his hands gently sinking and kneading all that belly fat around, occasionally she would sigh in contentment as she was pampered like the classroom Queen she was. Cameron begged anyone to help as he was slowly digested alive, the dark, pressing confines of her belly slowly eating away at his skin, making him melt like a marshmallow over a flame. He wasn’t going to last long in her gut, his teacher's efficient digestive tract would make sure of that. For Namiel he felt almost as bad as Cameron did. He was helping the process along. He was killing him... The thought made him sick, but what else could he do? Marcus was too busy trying to keep his cool, and Lance actually had a smug look on his face now as if he was enjoying this. The creep. Yeah, Marcus wasn't doing too well. Namiel could see his legs and arms spasming. He wasn't actively trying to free his head, but he was flailing around as if he were treading water. Marcus' hair drooped over his soaked face. The heavy amount of humidy and moisture in Ms. Farcely's mouth mixed with the copious amount of saliva as she suckled on him like a popsicle was nothing short of a nightmare for the boy. It became a full nightmare as her gut ramped awake fully and those roaring gurgles grew louder. Sounding like the stomach of a dragon more than a human being. "How much longer? I... I want to return to my desk." Marcus squeaked out. The sounds of her rumbling gut bellowing from her throat was greatly unnerving him.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely could see Marcus flailing around and decided to swallow a bit of him to restrain him to keep him from hitting anyone with his flailing arms and spasming legs. She swallows his head and shoulders and begins moving down his arms, moaning as she did so. She stops when Marcus's arms are pinned to his sides, giving him a closer listen to her ferocious gut. She continued to lick him even from where he was, his flavor on his chest untouched but now available to her. Everyone had seen the position that Marcus was in. He was on the cusp of being food himself. She has let boys out before from within her mouth that far in, but it was just as likely she would finish the job. It all depended on the boy and how well things turned out. Cameron's screams were actually audible to Marcus in her throat. They could probably speak.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Acck! No! No! No! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Marcus frantically urged his teacher as he felt his body being shoved and gulped further inside. His face dragging across her tonge as his shoulders slipped past her salivating lips. Hearing her moan in enjoyment sent chills down his spine. He didn't want to get eaten! He didn't want to share the same fate as the boy in her belly. Cameron could hear Marcus' words drift down to where he was and he cried out for help. He reached up, trying to shove his hand into Ms Farcely's throat, but the opening was sealed tight. "Help! Get me out of here!" Cameron shouted, although his words were quite muffled. Only those in close proximity could make him out at all. "Help you!? I need help too!" Marcus shouted back. "Errghh... I can't even if help myself. My arms are pinned!" Marcus squirmed from side to side, but accomplished nothing other than spreading more of his boyish flavor across Ms. Farcely's tongue. 'No. No. No. Stop Marcus. Stop. Remain still. Just breath... calm yourself...' Marcus thought to himself. Though with Ms. Farcely's heated breath washing over his face and Cameron shouting up at him, it was a difficult thought to hold. Lance momenbtarily stopped massaging Ms. Farcely's feet as he was distracted by the commotion taking place above him now. It was an odd sight to see from this angle. Ms Farcely's large gut hanging over him, while a third of a boy hung from her mouth. Namiel too was momentarily distracted and the thought of grabbing Marcus' legs and pulling him free crossed his mind but... in the end what would that achieve? Ms. Farcely would surely be upset and then he'd be punished for sure. "Um.... Ms. Farcely? I think Marcus may um... may need a gulp of fresh air?" Namiel mekly suggested. Trying to think of a way to help everyone involved without overstepping his bounds. "It...um...might make him more cooperative."

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely stops to think for a second as though to consider Namiel's words. Never one to miss a chance to show a bit of mercy, she slowly began to slide Marcus's body out of her throat, his head popping out of her mouth with a wet "PLOP!" finally allowing him to see the light again. She allows him to breathe while she licks her lips. "I hope you don't think I'm letting you back to your desk just yet," she says as she has him sit on her stomach and grabs his legs, bringing them to her mouth and starting to lick his bare feet while his weight presses into Cameron. "Mmmm, I can't get enough of you." She says to Marcus...not a good sign/

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Marcus took in a gasp of fresh, cool air. His face was a total mess. Both Namiel and Lance looked up to see that his short, black hair was completely slicked back, and his caramel colored skin was shimmering in the flurescent light. From his head to the top of his chest he looked positively soaked. His naked body must have been too mouth-watering to resist. "Thank you" Namiel quietly said. Lance smirked before retuning back to Ms. Farcely's feet, this time just attending to one foot with both hands. The blonde-haired boy attended to her toes, her heel, and even ran his cheek against her foot. Just to show his appreciation and that he would do any task she asked of him, hoping it would win her favor and extend his presence in the classroom. Marcus, however, was at the end of his rope. This isn't what he wanted at all! He flopped onto her belly as she man-handled him. Tossing and turning him about until his bare feet faced her hungry lips. "Gyaahh!" Another jolt ran through Marcus' body as her warm tongue lapped across his skin. Hearing his teacher say those haunting words filled his mind and soul with dread. "Just stay calm." Namiel tried to reassure Marcus. "Just... just...um...just focus on me. Loook at my face." Namiel was half-distracted now. He hardly noticed how soft and round Ms. Farcely's gut had become or how eerily quiet Cameron was becoming. He was softening up really well inside that gut. Stewing away into a yummy boy soup. "She's going to eat me, Namiel. I just know it." Marcus lamented softly before biting his lower lip out of worry. "Ahh!" Another yelp came from the boy as Ms. Farcely suckled on each toe individually.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely nods at Namiel knowingly as he thanks her for regurgitating Marcus. The boy was far from safe, but it felt nice to give a little slack from time to time. Marcus was not making it easy to resist eating him. She was used to taste. After all, she had tasted every boy in class already. What was doing him in was the focus on what she was doing to him. She didn't expect him not to be unnerved, but he was so squeamish that it was hard to ignore her desires for him. With his wiggling toes in her mouth, she could hear him complaining to Namiel. With that, he had sealed his fate. If they both knew it, there was no point in pretending any differently. It was a stretch to say that she would never eat Namiel or Lance, but they were both making it easier on themselves with their cooperation. With her mind made up, her lips envelop Marcus's feet and she softly swallows them, restarting his journey into her throat from the other end.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Ahhh! Wait! Stop!" Marcus cried out as he felt Ms. Farcely's lips advance further. No longer was she just suckling and nibbling on his toes. The warmth of her breath and the slick sensation of her tongue now caressed his feet...his ankles...and shins! "Ms. Farcely I thought you were releasing me." Marcus glanced over his shoulders and looked at his teacher with absolute fear in his eyes. This is not how he envisioned his morning would go today. Frantically, Marcus lashed out at Namiel and tried to grab hold of his hands as he slipped upward across Ms. Farcely's stomach and chest. "Don't let me go! Pull me out! Pull me out!" He pleaded with the boy who he only knew as an acquaintance more than an actual friend. Namiel looked at Marcus and then at Ms. Farcely with a befuddled and perplexed expression plastered on his face. Wondering which was the correct choice to make. Defy his teacher and help out Marcus or be a good little student and let Ms. Farcely deal with Marcus as she saw fit. As he weighed his options, Marcus slipped deeper and deeper down Ms. Farcely's gullet. Her tight throat clamping down on his legs and threatening to pull him in with steady peristaltic contractions. Lance wasn't bothered too much by the commotion, in fact, he was enjoying it a bit. Knowing that by comparison, he looked to be the most respectful and obedient and therefore had better odds of not becoming a meal. A smirk crept up his face at the thought of being sent back to his desk and getting a nice view of the troublemakers wriggling away in Ms. Farcely's gut. Namiel looked to Marcus once more before turned his head away, and continued to rub his teacher's belly even though all the lumps had already sunk down and now it was a nice squishy sphere of flesh. "There's nothing I can do," Namiel said Hearing that, Marcus' jaw dropped and a gut-wrenching chill ran down his body. They were just going to seal him to this fate!? "No...No th-there must be so-something I can do... I don't want this! This isn't what I dreamed of having! I was going to graduate and make something of myself!" Marcus glanced back up at his teacher who still was glowering down at him hungrily. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. His lips quivered and his hands trembled.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: GULP! Ms. Farcely continues swallowing the poor boy, unwilling to let such a meal of hers go. His frantic thoughts being the exact reason many women were against this schooling in the first place. The boys could make something of themselves all they liked, and they would still be food. Ms. Farcely herself taught the class the way she did because she wanted to prepare the boys for the reality that even in a world where they could get real jobs that were not just training dummies or interns, they would still be seen as food and would have to work harder to succeed. Ms. Farcely takes Marcus's arms and places them inside her mouth over his groin as she takes his rump into her mouth. She clamps her jaws on his arms and begins working that part of his body down her throat.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Once Marcus' hands were sealed behind Ms. Farcely's plump lips he began to struggle and wriggle about! "No! I'll behave! Don't eat me! I'll do whatever it takes to graduate from this class!" Marcus protested and groaned as he sunk deeper and deeper into his teacher. Each gulp felt like a lost milestone-- a lost opportunity to convince his teacher and be amongst his students as a noble classmate once more. His hands were tightly pressed against his groin, and he was thankful they were because he didn't want to be further humiliated by feeling Ms. Farcely's tongue slathering against his more sensitive areas. "Ms. Farcely... you're not really planning on...de-devouring me, r-r-right?" Marcus' voice trembled as he struggled to come to grips with this reality. Namiel and Lance didn't say a word, instead, minding their tasks and tried to drown out Marcus' voice by focusing on their tasks. The rest of the class responded similarly. Some actively watching Marcus get consumed while others tried to look busy studying.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely pushes Marcus's head with her finger, allowing more of him to slip into her mouth. She does not speak to him, allowing her actions to speak for himself as she swallowed his body. His head was soon against her lips once again as a force from the other end caused Marcus to be pressed into her mouth, her teeth clicking behind his head. With a single, final gulp, Marcus was gone. Ms. Farcely could have listened to Marcus, but she had a reputation to uphold. She needed the boys to know that she did not go back on decisions, and if one wanted to avoid her stomach, they needed to do it before being swallowed. She licks her fingers as she burps, sighing in content. It would probably be a relief for the rest of the class as Ms. Farcely was never seen swallowing more than 2 boys.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Marcus' pitiful pleading was cut short by the Ms. Farcely closing her mouth over his head. Wet sounds of her swishing her tongue over Marcus' face made the boy shiver as inside her mouth her hot breath washed over his face. He desperately attempted to slow his decent but the hidden power this teacher possessed was far too great for him to fight back against; he was food and he knew it. GLURK Marcus' head was pushed into his teacher's throat with a loud gulp. Wet slime of her mouth coating his face and lubing him down her slick throat to his inevitable destination as he followed the rest of his naked body into her gluttonous gut. GLUT. Namiel watched as the last hairs of his classmate slid past Ms. Farcely's greedy lips. Hungry for wriggling meat, the teacher nonchalantly swallowed him whole as if he was no different than a long hotdog. GULP Namiel stared at the bulge Marcus' face made as it disappears behind her chest and reappeared in the shape of a slightly bigger gut before him as he continued to service her belly. ms. Farcely's stomach wobbled like a disturbed waterbed as it bulged out and settled around its new occupant. A loud gloosh and a low gurgle came from the teacher's stuffed belly as Marcus' body is unceremoniously dumped in with whatever was still there of Cameron. Namiel could feel Marcus' struggles through the flesh. Fiesty, panicky, and strong, but no matter how much he pushed, kicked, or punched. The walls always snapped back into place to contain him. A belch from Ms. Farcely signaled the end of Marcus' existence as a mere student who happened to be a boy. The atmosphere shifted a bit. As if all the students in the room had let out a breath of relief that they didn't know they had kept in. "Um...ma-may we go back to our desks now, Ms. Farcely?" Namiel asked after waiting a few moments. Lance perked up as well, looking at his teacher expectantly and wondering what her response would be.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The belch echoing from Ms. Farcely shook the classroom as she pats her stomach. "Ah, yes, you may return to your desks now, Namiel and Lance," she tells him as she smacks her lips. Ms. Farcely looks at the clock. "Mmm, it seems there is not too much class time left. So, continue on your busywork, while I work on my own...busywork. If you have any questions, raise your hand and I will answer. And remember, just because I might not eat you doesn't mean that I cannot punish you in other ways, so keep any smart-aleck questions to a minimum. Preferably 0." She begins looking at papers. Lance was skating on thin ice from the beginning as his benchmark suggested and yet, he had never asked her for help. As intimidating as she was, she prided herself on giving her best help to students who needed it, however, the onus was on them to ask her for assistance.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel had never felt so much relief for himself than he did now. He hoped he would never have to be called up to her desk again as long as he remained at this school. Lance, however, felt confident that with his cooperation and great skills offering Ms. Farcely the foot massage she deserved, that he would be placed on her good list for quite a while despite anything in his past. 'Yup, things are looking up.' Lance thought to himself as he took his seat. Sure it was unfortunate that Marcus and Cameron got gobbled up by their teacher, but that's just meant fewer males to get in his way when graduation finally came and he'd be on the hunt for a career. Less competition meant more opportunity as far as he was concerned. The rest of the class returned to their busy work. However, the loud sounds of a hearty digestion made it somewhat difficult. It was not uncommon to hear a GLORP or GROAN but the GURGLE was what reigned supreme. Marcus' muffled voice could be heard, albeit barely, and if anyone looked up they could see the odd lump or bump make itself known on Ms. Farcely's gut. "Noo! No! This can't be happening!" Marcus was in a panic and began beating against the fleshy walls and pushing out with his arms and legs, but the walls just retracted back like a trampoline, completely unphased by his efforts. At most, he only made his teacher belch more. Gllouuurp. Slooosh. Gwwuuerrp. The stomach became more active and threatened to squeeze him until she was nothing but mush. Much like the unmoving body of Cameron that was huddled up close by. He had tried rousing him awake -- shaking him around, but nothing happened. On the outside, one of the students raised their hand nervously with a question. When called upon, Jay would speak up: "Ms. Farcely, I just wanted to say that I appreciate your teaching methods...a-and if there's anything I can do to get ahead in this class. I'm willing to try." Jay squeaked out, but his voice slowly grew more firm as he tried not to show how fearful he was of his teacher. Lance grumbled under his breath. 'Brown noser'

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: If the teacher had heard Lance, she would have agreed with him. She disliked the insincere brown-nosing of certain students and if she had a crystal ball, she would suspect that he would be the type to get himself eaten. She wasn't putting him on her list of immediately eat boys, but she suspected he would not be one of the ones to graduate. She does acknowledge the possibility that he probably knew how fortunate the boys in the class were. As voracious as Ms. Farcely was, she was one of the few teachers willing to teach boys and from reports of other schools, she was one of the more fair teachers when it came to how she handled the boys. Many others just used the school as a shopping list for boys to take home and eat, and while she certainly has done so herself, at least she has had a graduating class. The bell rang to dismiss the boys to leave. She was their only class and as such had to teach a variety of subjects while she would have later classes. It was a way the boys' school differed from normal schools. She walks over to Namiel's desk to place down a note. The counselor had noticed Namiel's behavior and wanted to give him a helping hand.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: The boys left the classroom one by one to go out into the world and hopefully survive until the next day. It wasn't unheard of or uncommon to see students vanish from a classroom's roster entirely. Some routes back home were more dangerous than others and if a boy wasn't quick enough...well.... he got a thorough lesson in biology. Namiel remained at his desk for a moment longer as he looked over the note Ms. Farcely gave him. He scratched his head wondering what exactly the counselor had in store for him. Though if she wanted to help he wasn't going to pass that up. After waving Ms. Farcely a farewell, Namiel made a beeline towards the counselor's office. The door looked so large compared to his slim body, but it was supposed to suit a woman's height, not his diminutive form. A shiver ran down his bareback before he gave the door a solid three knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Hello? It's me, Namiel. I was told you wished to see me?"

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The door opens and a boy leaves, dripping in saliva. As Namiel enters the counselor's office, he would see her; a massive, motherly woman sitting at her desk. She wipes her lips and coughs before looking at Namiel. "Ah, young Namiel." She talks to him in a soothing voice. "I've heard so much about you." She fluffs her hair. "I am Ms. Walker. I'm not sure if you paid attention during orientation. Anyway, do you know why I've called for you?" She asks.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel was surprised and caught off guard to see another boy before his very eyes. For a split second he half-suspected he was the counselor. But his sopping wet, naked body proved otherwise. It did cause Namiel to wonder though as to what just transpired in this room before he arrived. He didn't have time to question the boy, however, before he was summoned inside. "You've heard about me?" Namiel replied and gulped nervously as he noticed a trail of drool streaming from the corner of her mouth. No doubt she was the reason behind the boy's wet appearance. "I'm hoping they were all good things. I can't say I know exactly why I'm here, but I'm assuming it's to help me in some way." Namiel walked further into her office, closing the door behind him as he did so.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "Well, how do I put this? Ms. Farcely says you're a good student, but you seem to be quite tense, and it is causing your work to suffer. Your scores on the benchmark suggested that you would perform better in class than you are." She smirks at him, "And we both know it isn't because she occasionally makes you service her. She does that with every student, and the toll on your work is unique to you. She was originally against sending you to me, but I insisted. If it were up to her, you would have to seek me out for me to be of any assistance. She's a bit bullheaded like that, you see."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "I see...." Namiel felt a little embarrassed and rubbed the back of his head. He had no idea conversations like these were getting carried out behind his back. It was both flattering, embarrassing, and a bit nerve-wracking if he was, to be honest. "Well, leave it to Ms. Farcely to notice things like that among her students. So... I take it you're here to help me relax a bit more or am I mistaken on what all of this is about?" He asked before finally taking a seat at the chair in front of her desk.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "Of a sort," Ms. Walker says as she taps on her desk, "Let's just say that for the next 10 sessions, I am probably going to stress you out a lot. You see, I believe that you are letting your fear of getting eaten get in your way. Have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? Having a fear of being eaten is healthy, of course, but I believe you are taking it to a degree that is causing your work to suffer."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Well, with all due respect, Ms. Walker..." Namiel began to say as he rubbed his arm with one hand. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, "Every day I have to live with the fear of being eaten. It's not just a defense mechanism. It's my very existence. Safety and security are luxuries I do not have. So forgive me a bit if I'm being more paranoid than most of your clients. I've just accepted the reality that every day very well could be my last. Speaking of..." Namiel turned his head to look back at the door he came through. "That boy who was here earlier. Is he going through the same treatment? I suspect you've been eating him every session, in the hopes of 'helping' him as well." Namiel stated before swiveling his head back around to face the counselor.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "I understand that," Ms. Walker replies as she walks over to him, "But you missed my point. You should have a healthy fear that every day will be your last. But having too much paranoia can get you killed. It can make you easy to manipulate. It can cause you to misjudge something." She walks up to him and snaps her jaws in front of his face to surprise him. "You can't properly think like that." She chuckles as he brings up the other boy. "So you noticed. Well, to answer your question, I do use exposure therapy. And it has proven to be an effective treatment. When you are repeatedly exposed to what you fear the most, you will eventually conquer it."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel flinched and yelped in surprise as Ms. Walker suddenly snapped in his face, nearly toppling from his chair in the process. "I...I....I've been managing well so far..." He sheepishly argued. Though she was making a good enough point. "Exposure therapy? Isn't that a bit risky? What if the opposite happens and they just break down and collapse towards insanity having to live through a nightmare over and over again." Namiel asked but then quickly shut his mouth and put both hands over it. He should have known better. "Sorry... I forgot my manners. I shouldn't argue with you or thinking that my ways are better. I'm just a male after all. You're a counselor and a female, so you have more experience and knowledge on the matter than I do." He sunk his head apologetically towards her, resigning himself to whatever punishment she saw fit.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The counselor shakes her head as she walks over to Namiel and rubs his hair. "I can understand your concerns, but I did study this after all. But you see how you had a burst of emotion there? Hanging onto your feelings like that can be hazardous to your health." She picks him up out of his chair and gives him a lick on his face. "My intention is to ease you into this. I will only keep you in my stomach for 5 minutes today. I think that should give you plenty to time to get used to being in there while not being in there long enough to be too frightened." She licks Namiel again. "I guess it's a good thing that you came in when you did, you don't have to share space with my lunch."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel was impressed but also felt a little insecure that she was able to lift him up so easily. It shouldn't have come to any surprise, but he felt so helpless and as vulnerable as a child as she easily held him up before her face. Her voice was still as gentle and warm as it had always been though, despite his rash words he spoke earlier. Ms. Farcely, would not have been as forgiving. "F-Five minutes?? So you really intend on eating me...h-here and n-now?" Namiel piped up, squirming just a little at the sudden news. A lick to his face made him flinch and his toes curled. "I'm already rather frightened now. How do I know this isn't a trick?" Namiel's emotions got the better of him again, and once again Ms. Walker licked his face, leaving behind a glistening trail of sticky, warm saliva.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Walker licks Namiel again. "Well, there's no time like the present," she tells him as she continues to lick him, preparing him for his trip, "And really? A trick? You've seen me release one boy already. What possible reason would I have to lie to you? I don't need your consent to eat you, and as you've already stated, protection is not a luxury you have. I don't need to trick you. If I wanted to gobble you up and digest you, I would just do it. It's a lot of trouble to go through for a square meal, anyway."

[Namiel -> PC_Future] Once again, Ms. Walker made an excellent point. There was little reason to lie to him or make up such a complicated farce if she just planned to digest him in the end. Namiel concluded that she must really have his best interest in mind and the best intentions to get it done. He still wasn't a fan of her methods, but what could he do? She had him literally in her grasp. "....Five minutes, right? That's it, and then you'll spit me back out?" Namiel asked, trying to reconfirm what he was in for. "Al-Alright...I...I'm ready." He tensed his body so hard that he was rigid all over. He didn't even want to see it transpire. He closed his eyes tightly and just braced himself for what lay ahead.

[PC_Future -> Namiel] Ms. Walker opens her mouth wide, bringing her mouth over Namiel's head, breathing in his face. "Yes, just five minutes today. Your time will get progressively longer with each session, though." She closes her mouth on Namiel's head and begins licking his face again while her slimy saliva ran down his face. She picks up Namiel and swallows his head, deciding to be rather quick about devouring him since she thought he might be too frightened if she took her time. She decided to reward his compliance by grasping his crotch and gently tugging on it while she swallowed him.

[Namiel -> PC_Future] Namiel quivered as he felt Ms. Walker's warm breath wash down over his head. It was truly unnerving to willingly feed himself to another woman in such a manner. There were times with his teacher where he would try not to squirm, but as evidence by his current living status, it never progressed further than licking or slurping...but now... now he was about to take the Plunge-- descend deep into the gullet of a mini-giantess. "Emmphh...!" Namiel gave a small groan of surprise once he felt Ms. Walker's lips touch his scalp and her tongue run down his face. He continued to keep his eyes shut while Ms. Walker continued her advances. Namiel couldn't maintain his composure for long though, as with strength greater than his own, Ms. Walker raised him up and crammed more of his head into her salivating maw and even groped him! Sparking a yelp of embarrassment and surprise from the poor boy. Namiel's eyes snapped open and he instinctively wriggled at Ms Walker's touch and seeing the rippling cavern of her throat yawning out in front of him. "Five minutes...ju-just five minutes..." He repeated softly to himself, but the closer he got to her throat the more doubts weighed in on his mind... and the more he wanted to scream and thrash. His legs jerked a bit, but he found nothing but air, and Ms. Walker's sensual touch made Namiel bite his lower lip to try and keep from moaning

[PC_Future -> Namiel] GULP! Ms. Walker swallows Namiel quickly in a manner quite dissimilar to his teacher who preferred to savor her meals. Even still, she couldn't resist but to lick his crotch when that part of him reached her lips. In the olden days, it would have been quite a scandalous thing for a counselor to lick her student's crotch, but this wasn't the olden days when men and women were of similar size. She thought about her history classes and how barbaric the pre-cataclysm days were. She swallows Namiel down to his feet, letting them wiggle while she relaxes before finally sending them to join the rest of him. She burps and sighs in content as she pats her belly. "Ah, I won't lie to you, that was a very pleasant experience for me, although I can't imagine the same can be said for you. My motives are also far from pure. Your growth is important to me, of course, but once you are no longer my client, that is when the fun can truly begin." She chuckles, "And I refuse to elaborate any further. I'd rather keep you in suspense until our next session."

[Namiel -> PC_Future] Namiel stared blankly into the darkness trying to hold it all together and steel his nerves. Ms. Walker wasn't messing around and was gulping him down like a pelican would a fish. Ghhuulp The naked boy plunged down deeper and with a lewd and sickening squelch, his head spilled into Ms. Walker's stomach! "Ahh! What!? What's going on!?" He shouted in confusion as he felt his crotch get some teasing licks and attention from the principal. Namiel stammered and squirmed as the sensitive area was lapped over while his legs were being lifted off of the ground and held straight up in the air. He was now poised to plunge down unceremoniously into Ms. Walker's gullet. Ghllurk Ghuulp Slluurp Namiel descended and instinctively squirmed and struggled to free himself. "Stop! Stop! I'm going too fast!" He shouted as the whole experience shook him to his core even though she promised he would be safe. Although his cries for help were muffled due to the constant gurgling and layers of muscle and fat that separated him from the outside world. The boy's slim but toned figure was hardly an obstacle for Ms. Walker as she continued to swallow him up whole without issue. Before long he dropped into her belly completely and swelled out her middle. A belch jostled him around slightly, but he was unharmed; tucked away inside the hot, churning darkness. "I'm... I'm glad you approve of this..." Namiel repled back after wriggling around to get into a more comfortable position. "So... are you saying once my lessons are over I'm more at risk of being consumed by you for real?" Namiel asked, though knew she wouldn't give him a straight answer. He wondered how many other boys had taken the same route with her... and how many were now stuck as fat on her curves. "Is it time to come out yet? Your stomach seems to be getting noisy and active." Namiel clutched his knees to his chest, if for any reason to prevent himself from thrashing around like a fish out of water.

[PC_Future -> Namiel] Ms. Walker chuckles. "Naughty boy, I said I would let you know when the time came." She winks, not really denying what he said, but not confirming it, "My last client thought that I would eat him after I was done with him, but you seem to know better than that. As if I would help you just to swallow you immediately after I get done with you. I wouldn't mind, of course, but I'm not one to swallow a client when the clock runs out. Although, I can be a bit honest with you about whether or not I would eat a former client of mine. I won't lie to you; I have digested a fair number of my former clients sometime after they graduated. But I wouldn't mind you coming to see me for other troubles you might have." She smiles at her stomach. "So, do you think you'll ever get used to being in here?" She asks him gently.

[Namiel -> PC_Future] It was at least somewhat comforting to know that Ms. Walker's plans for him weren't completely one-sided. She didn't fully give the details relaying her intentions, but at the very least it was made clear that she wasn't just going to gobble him up as soon as this was over. Still, Namiel shuddered at the thought of how many 'clients' met their end in the very stomach juices he was surrounded by now. "I see...well hopefully you won't have to see my face again after I graduate from here. And that's a 'when' not an 'if'. I have no intentions of being an added layer of fat." Namiel said before pausing at Ms. Walker's question. Wondering if he should be honest with her right here or just tell her what she would like to hear. "Ummm... hmm... I think I'm going to need a few more sessions." The ominous gurgles and groans just made Namiel want to thrash and kick and wrestle his way back up Ms. Walker's throat and to freedom, but he feared what would happen if he made such an attempt. The promise of being released after five minutes weighed heavily on his mind, and it was that very thought that was keeping him from being a squirming mess right now. He would just have to endure this. "Wh-What about you...are... are you getting used to this? Helping boys like me that is..."

[PC_Future -> Namiel] "That's an odd question. I've been helping boys like you much longer than you have been in any stomach. Of course, I am used to it. In any case, I would dispense with any notion of growing old. I've yet to see a boy reach a venerable age, and I can tell you that you won't be the first. It's not a matter of if you will end up as an added layer of fat, the matter is when it will happen and whose belly will claim you." She begins to cough up Namiel as the five minutes pass. Again, despite how clearly she saw him as food, she kept her word when she could easily have kept him in her stomach to digest.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel splattered onto the counselor's floor, covered in warm stomach juices and saliva, but otherwise unharmed... save for a bit of dignity. "Th-Thank you..." The boy replied sheepishly. What she told him earlier still ran through his mind, he didn't want to dwell on the fact that she was very much right. He had never heard of any male dying of old age or even living past 25 for that matter. It was just the way of the world. Though Namiel had his heart set on defying how the world worked. But first he needed to just graduate. Namiel got to his feet, while trying not to slip. "Well...um...I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow for the next appointment?" He asked while looking at the doorway as he was more than eager to leave right now and put this whole day behind him.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Walker smiles at Namiel. "Oh, you are eager to get this over with. I thought you might like a little longer to recover. We'll reconvene next week." She tells him as she sends him away. In the meantime, Ms. Farcely was at her desk, grading papers when she came across Lance's papers. The boy had barely acceptable grades, and it was a wonder she hadn't eaten him yet. It was probably him just outlasting the ones who were removed first. Ms. Farcely looked at Lance's paper before grading it. The boy clearly wasn't grasping the material in class as well as the others. If he wanted to survive, he was going to need tutoring, and she intended to confront him about it soon assuming he didn't come to her first.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel gave a breath of relief before heading out of Ms. Walker's room to go back home where a nice warm shower might do him some good to ease the stress of the day. Meanwhile, Lance returned to Ms. Farcely's classroom long after all the other boys had left for the day. He had hoped to find her here alone to not risk any embarrassment from his peers concerning what he was about to do. Lance knocked on the door frame, announcing his presence before stepping into the room. "Ahem... Ms. Farcely?" Lance spoke up, "I hope I'm not bothering you. I wanted to speak to you about my grades. After seeing what happened to Marcus I... I want to improve. To do better! .....Orrrr maybe I can even offer you a favor or two in exchange for a better grade?~" He asked slyly

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely raised her eyebrows as Lance approached her. "Lance, I have eaten several students during my class, what was it about Marcus that suddenly got you with the spirit to improve?" She asks sternly. She was unsure if she wanted to help him after all; it would be so much easier to just gobble him up rather than try and save this flopping fish. "And you clearly don't know how to extract favors from a girl. If I wanted sexual favors from you, I would take them. You're not in a position to refuse me, you know." Her coldness towards him as she continued writing feedback suggested that she wasn't interested in him as a sex slave yet. "But go ahead, speak to me about your grades."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: The cold, stern, and harsh retorts that Ms. Farcely gave quickly snuffed out the plans and hopes Lance had of making this encounter easy. The smug smirk on his face was quickly replaced with worry as he fumbled to come up with a new plan. "Well, Ms. Farcely, it's just that Marcus and I were really close." A lie, " And seeing him get eaten...kinda... woke me up you could say. Giving me the reality check that I needed." Lance rubbed his shoulder as he slowly approached Ms. Farcely on the opposite side of her desk, it was then that he noticed she was grading his papers. His throat went dry and his heart thumped even harder in his chest. He tried to play cool though. "In any case, I think it would be a great experience for teacher and student to get to know each other better and um... you would have one less student to worry about possibly failing. I mean, what is a teacher without students to teach?" He laughed nervously at his joke, trying to ease the tension he felt

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely rolls her eyes. "I hope you don't think I think that much of you," she tells him as she looks up, folding her arms, "Many more students take my class much more seriously than you and I can say have brighter futures for what remains of them. You, I can't say the same thing for. Tell me, why should I take some of my time to assist you? I could easily just let you fail or eat you right now." Marcus's remains were still in her gut, but she knew that it was an easy thing to scare boys with.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance took a couple of steps back upon hearing that threat. She was terrifyingly cold and morbid. Lance was starting to have second thoughts about confronting her, but despite his instincts telling him to leave, he stood his ground. He had come this far, he might as well go the whole way. There was no point in leaving empty-handed. "And I can be just as serious as them if you're willing to give me the chance that is. That's why I'm here." Lance retorted, "I mean, me showing up before you now should already speak volumes of how important this is to me? I don't want to end up like Marcus!" Lance said exasperatingly while pointing at Ms. Farcely's gut, and as if on cue it gave a quiet gurgle. "You want to see your students succeed, don't you? Isn't that why you became a teacher? And to take the job of teaching boys... there must be some sympathy or compassion for us to make you do that, right?" Lance approached Ms. Farcely again as renewed passion began to blossom. He was placing all his chips down. "Am I wrong, Ms. Farcely? Am I wrong!?" Thump Both of Lance's hands rooted themselves onto his teacher's desk and he looked into her eyes as if searching for the truth buried within them.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely looks Lance in the eyes and sighs, "If only you were that passionate about your schoolwork all the time, you wouldn't be in this situation," she shakes her head, "Fine. If you want me to tutor you so badly, then you should understand one thing. I'm not going to go easy on you, and if at any point, I decide that you don't have a strong enough grasp on the material to make a satisfactory grade on the next test, I am going to have you for dinner. Now, let's get you to my home, so I can get this over with."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Thank you, Ms. Farcely! Thank you! You won't regret it!" Lance replied ecstatically and almost whizzed around to her chair to give a hug, but quickly stopped himself from doing so after realizing just how big around she was, not to mention tall compared to himself. "Um.... sorry. I'm just really pleased." He said before giving another long pause as a second thought he hadn't considered popped into his young mind. "Sooooo do you walk home or am I driving with you?" He asked.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "You're going to be driving with me. And believe me, I know that I won't regret it, but I have a feeling that you might," she tells him as she packs up her desk and stands up, putting Lance over her shoulder and carrying him towards her car. "I should let you know that you'll be in this for the long haul. If you try to run away from me once we get to my home, you'll find my neighbors less willing to return you to me or to where you live. And you'll be where a boy like you belongs."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance's cheeks blushed bright red but he tried his hardest not to groan or offer complaints as he was slung over Ms. Farcely's shoulder like a slab of meat. He felt so humiliated and embarrassed. Only his mother had treated him like this, but it had at least been 10 years or so since then. "I... I can walk Ms. Farcely. Really it's no trouble at all." Lance said, voicing a bit of his concern. His ego and pride were the most injured. Being a boy, it was all that he had, and he didn't feel like parting with it unless it was under his discretion. "I won't run away if that's what you're thinking. I know what would happen if I do.... and where most women think a guy like me belongs" He muttered the last bit under his breath. Not really wanting to accept that reality.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The teacher carries the boy to her car where she starts it up and begins to drive home. This was it. If Lance couldn't straighten out his act at this point, he could forget about trying to graduate. To be completely honest, Ms. Farcely was one of the only teachers not vehemently opposed to teaching food, so his claim did have evidence. "Once we get home, we are going to start your tutoring session. At the same time, I will be preparing my dinner, and it will be up to you if that includes you."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Just before Lance was tucked away into Ms. Farcely's car, he caught sight of Namiel who also seemed to be leaving the school now. 'Now what was he doing here so late?' Lance wondered. It was then that two boy's eyes met, but neither said a word to the other. Namiel just silently watched as Ms. Farcely hoisted him on her shoulder before placing the boy into her car and then driving off. Namiel quirked a brow and then continued on his walk back home being mindful where he stepped barefoot. Inside the car, Lance could barely see over the dashboard as the vehicle wasn't designed with the height of boys in mind for driving. Not that it mattered much. "Well, not to worry Ms. Farcely. I will do my best. So I hope you'll save some of that dinner for me." He said with a smile and licked his lips. Confidence was key now. Lance tried to dismiss any doubt, fears, or what-ifs. He was going to graduate! He promised himself he would. Whatever it took he was going to surpass his brothers!

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely pulls into an apartment complex before unloading Lance. She leads him inside where one of the boys from fairly early in the school year met her at the door, approaching her on all fours like a dog. He was technically more clothed than Lance as he had a collar on whereas Lance did not. The boy had not done particularly well on the entrance benchmarks and Ms. Farcely had claimed him as her own. It was amazing to see he was still alive considering what happened to most underperforming boys. The pet boy takes Ms. Farcely's shoes after bowing to her and kissing her feet, wiggling his butt like it was a tail. She walks into her apartment and takes Lance into the kitchen, sitting him on the counter to hogtie him. "This is how this is going to work. I am going to prepare you as the main course for dinner. If I finish preparing you by putting an apple in your mouth, you will be dinner. If you can answer a satisfactory number of questions, then I shall clean you up and let you go. I'll probably find something else as an entree.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance had expected a few things when arriving at Ms. Farcely's living quarters, but a collared boy greeting her at the door like a common dog was not one of them. Even more surprising was the fact that Lance could almost swear he recognized the boy, but it was more of a fleeting idea. Like a fuzzy dream that he could only sparsely recollect. He wondered how long the boy had been living this way and if he enjoyed it. Lance wasn't sure if he could ever bring himself to be someone's lap dog. Lance said nothing on the matter and nothing to the boy as he walked inside..... "Huh? You're tying me up?" Lance asked worriedly, wondering if he had already done something wrong. However, Ms. Farcely was quick to explain what was going on... and what his fate would be depending on his performance tonight. "Alright... that doesn't sound so hard... I hope... How many questions are there?"

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: It wasn't too uncommon for boys to be kept as pets, and if they were, this was typically the result. The teacher nods. "I will ask you 10 questions. You will need to answer 7 of them correctly to give me confidence that you will be able to pass a test. All of this will be material that we went over in class, so I do not want to hear any excuses about them being too hard to figure out. However, if you answer four incorrectly, I will not just put the apple in your mouth immediately. You might be able to save yourself, so don't just give up if you answer the fourth incorrectly."

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "So.... if I'm understanding this right. There's a 'hidden' test if I should, in the unlikely event, get all four wrong." Lance replied, trying to follow along. Though in his mind it sounded like if he should get all 4 wrong he should try his best to escape this house and avoid being a meal altogether. He wasn't sure how far he would get though since he was hog-tied. So maybe there was something else. Something he wasn't considering just yet. Regardless, he would just have to make sure he didn't get four wrong. "Yeah... just make sure I don't miss four. Alright, I'm ready! And keep your eyes peeled, boy. This is how you avoid the sorry state you're in" Lance smirked at the collared lad.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The boy seemed a bit incredulous. He had recognized Lance, after all, and he was also in that meeting of the students with bottom scores in the benchmark exam. He had just barely escaped the fate of being eaten; he had just received a warning and was sent back while this boy was made into a pet. Ms. Farcely sighs. Confidence like that could only mask not knowing what was going to be on the exam.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance rocked side to side on the table eagerly awaiting the first question that Ms. Farcely would ask him. "Are you trying to think f a hard one?" He asked, wondering why there was a delay. "I can change. I can be a great student, you'll see."

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "Okay, so this is how it shall go. With every question you get wrong, I am going to speed up the preparation, but if you get it right, I will slow it down," she explains as she prepares a glaze for Lance. She begins to coat him in the sticky substance. "Okay, our first subject is biology. How long on average does it take to swallow a boy? A. An hour? B. 5 minutes. C. 10 minutes? OR D. one minute?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Wait... so this test has a time limit too? It's not just about getting seven correct!?" Lance exclaimed worriedly. He hadn't expected that rule change. There was no point in arguing over that though. He was just shocked. Now things were even direr than before. So he would need to be accurate as well as quick. Lance thought over her question and thankfully he had seen Ms. Farcely eat plenty of boys during the school semester. In fact, Marcus was eaten right in front of his eyes so with that in mind... "I'm going to say the answer is B. Five minutes."

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely slows down her glazing of the boy, but she doesn't stop. "This test has always had a time limit. I told you if I get that apple in your mouth that it's over. It would stand to reason that there would be a time limit. The tests in class have time limits too. In any case, at least that question was correct, but I will not take it easy on you from now on. This next question is a math question. "Is this statement true or false? If a boy is able to swallow a girl alive, then 5+2=7?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Is that what you meant? I thought the apple would only go in my mouth if I answered 4 wrong...Ughh..." Lance groaned. He had assumed wrong and been mistaken. Ms. Farcely was always a strict teacher though. Speaking of strict. The question she posed.... was this a trick question? "Err..... this is a math problem, and the math is right..." Lance went on to say as he puzzled over what was being asked of him. "But the actual statement part, whether it's true or false. A boy has never been able to swallow a girl so... the answer must be False. But 5 plus 2 does equal so I'm confused! Is this what you call a paradox?" He asked

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The glazing speeds up. "Actually, the statement is true. Had you paid attention in class, you would know that an implication is only false when there is a true premise and a false conclusion. Since the premise is false, the implication is true...if only vacuously so." She paints Lance's body until it was nice and sticky, paying extra attention to his cock. "The next question is Physics. Name Holiday's Third Law of Motion: A. An object at rest stays at rest unless acted on by a force. B. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. C. Force is equal to mass times acceleration. or D. An object in motion stays in motion unless acted on by a force?

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance's head was spinning as he tried to follow Ms. Farcely's logic for the answer. He still didn't quite get it but that may explain why his grades were so low. "Okay okay... so I missed one. No big deal. There's still time to--Aahh!" Lance let out a small groan or was it a yelp that bordered a moan? The feeling of that soft brush with the sticky sauce roaming over his body and sensitive areas sent sparks of newfound bliss running up and down his body. 'No. Focus, Lance focus. Don't get riled up.' He told himself as Ms. Farcely posed the next question...and again it was a topic he wasn't that familiar with. He would just have to take a wild guess. "Um.... is it D?" He answered questionably.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The teacher continues to paint his body, speeding it up until his entire body was coated in glaze. She shakes her head. "No, Lance. The answer is B. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. D was just the same thing as A, the first law." She begins to mash up some potatoes. "Now we get to the next part of the preparation. An economics question for you. Besides meat, what are boys farmed for? A. Their semen. B. Their hair. or C Their prostates?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance sunk his head in shame and regret. Of course now the answer seemed so obvious to him once it was given. Though what stung more was that he missed two questions and only three had been given so far. This was a very rocky start. He could only afford to miss one before... well... Lance looked to the potatoes Ms. Farcely was mashing up. Did she plan on coating him in mashed potatoes? 'No. Don't get distracted! Remember to focus.' Lance pep-talked himself again before taking in a deep breath as he listened o the next question. "Um besides meat...um... boys are farmed for their semen, right? Answer A" Lance replied hoping he got this one right.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely shoves a spoonful of potatoes in Lance's rump. "Don't ever say I didn't do anything for you. You are correct. That one was a little obvious. The next one is another math question. How many sides does a dodecahedron possess? A. 4? B. 8? c. 12. or D. 16?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Gyaahh!" Lance let out a gasp as a large helping of mashed potatoes was shoved into him. It was the most weirdest feeling he ever experienced. The pasty, mushy food made him feel awkward and violated as it occupied a space it shouldn't. "Errmmff..." Lance squirmed and fidgeted in place as he tried to adjust to the new sensation. "Another math question, huh? Dodecahedron...Dodec...Dodec... Well I know a square is four, and an octagon is eight. Sooo the answer is either C or D, hmmmmm...." Lance fummed as he was left with a 50-50 split between the two choices. He could afford to screw up once, but he'd rather not. With his fingers crossed, Lance shouted: "Is the answer C?"

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The teacher slows down as Lance answers another question correctly. "Good, you are correct," she says as she slowly inserts another spoonful of mashed potatoes. She kept her word about slowing down when he was correct. "The next question is in grammar. Hiding in this sentence is a gerund. Which word is the gerund? A. Sentence? B. Hiding. C. in? or D. This?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: If Lance was following things closely, this would be question number six. He was in relatively good shape after the rough start he had, and he could only hope his good fortune would last. "Unngh!" Lance groaned again as another spoonful of mashed potatoes got shoved into his rear. He was being treated like a turkey or stuffed pig. But what could he do? Nothing. He would just have to endure for now and get four more questions right. Though of course fate, it would seem, did not have any plans on making things easy for him. Lance didn't even know what a gerund was let alone trying to identify it! And asking for a hint was out of the question. He would either get denied or Ms. Farcely would see just how little he paid attention. He would just have to blindly guess here. "Ummmm the gerund is... This?" Lance answered, going with D

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely picks up the pace and begins shoving more potatoes in his rump until Lance's stomach was unable to take anymore. She packs his rump. "No, the correct answer is Hiding. A gerund is a verb that is acting as a noun such as the subject of my sentence." She begins to prepare more garnishes for Lance. "I'm sure you noticed that is your third incorrect answer." She shoves a carrot in Lance's rump to finish it off. "Now for your next question. This one is Chemistry. What is the chemical dihydrogen monoxide more commonly known as? A. Water. B. Laughing Gas? C. Plastic? OR D. Honey?" She begins sticking cherries in between his toes.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance winced, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut as that carrot was forcefully stuffed into him, shoving some more of those mashed potatoes into his belly in the process. He never felt so stuffed and full before. He groaned in discomfort; feeling absolutely bloated. "Erghh...So much...potatoes..." He urked out. He couldn't even rub his belly to help soothe it given the current hogtied state he was in. "No... I.... I didn't forget. I have three...ugh...strikes now. But I'm not out...just yet..." Lance took a moment to try and readjust and get as comfortable as possible before giving his answer. "Dihydrogen Monoxide... Um, isn't that just water? H2O? So the answer should be A... and I could use some water myself."

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely gets a cup of water from her fridge and lets the water pour into Lance's mouth. "A reward for another correct answer." She begins tenderizing his body and smacks his rump to make him more tender. She begins seasoning his body before coming up with her next question. "This next question is from ecosystems. What is the ideal ratio of predators to prey? A. 5-1? B. 10-1. C. 2-1? or D. 3-1?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lace felt refreshed after that, but now he was beginning to seriously regret his decision in all of this. The stress of only being one question away from ending up as dinner for Ms. Farcely was eating away at him. Though the mental stress was only rivaled by the physical one. His arms and legs were starting to ache from holding still in such an unorthodox manner and resting all of his weight on his stuffed belly wasn't doing him any favors. So he rocked again until he fell onto his side. He barely even heard the question Ms. Farcely posed to him. "The ideal ratio? Uhh.... it has to be A or B, right? The others are too small. The prey species would go extinct rather quickly. So um... Let's go with B... is that right?"

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "Ah good, so you are paying attention under stress," the teacher notes as she comes up with the next question. "This is the penultimate question. This next question is physics again. Which of these forces is the weakest? A. Electrostatic force? B. Weak nuclear force? C. Strong Nuclear Force? Or D. Gravity.?" She begins stroking his cock to make it get hard, so she can put pineapples on it.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance squirmed at her touch. "Oi! Oi! It's hard enough to concentrate as it is!" He exclaimed as he felt himself becoming more aroused. His toes curled and he chewed on his bottom lip as his head swirled with emotions and sensations from all parts of his body. Fear, Embarrassment, Fatigue, Stress, Fullness, and Determination all surging in a violent storm within himself. "I...I...I'm not sure! I don't remember learning this....err...uhhh...ju-just give me a minute...emmphh... it will come to me." He began panting as beads of sweat formed on his brow and his cock stood at full attention. "Is it...gaahhh~...Electrostatic Force? You know like... static electricity? Th-That...oohhh... doesn't seem so bad."

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The teacher shakes her head. "Honestly, it's worse for you to get questions wrong later in the test than earlier in the test. I'm almost done with you. Gravity is the weakest of those four forces." She threads pineapple rings on Lance's cock before spritzing Lance's ankles with lemon juice. "That's your fourth misstep." She starts to polish an apple. "Open wide." She commands him as she shoves the apple towards his mouth.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: "Wait... HUH!?" Lance gasped in utter shock. Right on cue for Ms. Farcely to stuff a fresh apple into his open mouth. "Mmmmpphh!!" Lance shook his head, groaned, and moaned around the obtrusive fruit. Trying to even bite into it and spit it out. It couldn't end like this! It just couldn't! He had come so far! Lance looked around frantically, hoping maybe he could get out of this situation somehow. Then he remembered what his teacher said moments before starting this little test: If you answer four incorrectly, I will not just put the apple in your mouth immediately. You might be able to save yourself, so don't just give up if you answer the fourth incorrectly. That's right.... this test wasn't necessarily over. But.... what did he have to do? Lance tried to roll on the counter to at least put some distance between himself and her as he mulled over her words.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely shakes her head. "I know what I said. That rule was intended for if you faltered immediately not once I almost have you finished. But just to give you your final question, it's one for biology. "How long does it take for the stomach to process the average boy? A. 1 hour? B. 2 hours. C. 3 hours? or D. 8 hours?"

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Namiel stopped in his efforts and gave pause. Ms. Farcely was still going to give him the final question? Did this mean there was hope? Was she going to give him a final chance? He had to really get this one right then. His life depended on it! How long did it take for a stomach to fully process the average boy? He had seen Ms. Farcely eat boys before, but he never got a good grasp on the time. Sometimes she would leave with a squirming gut, other times it was still, and other times she ate two students or more in a day so it was hard to tell which one he was seeing squirming around.... and then other times he simply wasn't paying attention. So it came down to chance once more. Lance looked at his teacher he tried muttering the answer: "Mmmpphh! Errmppff! Mmph! Phhumphh!" But that wasn't working. So he took in a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly blinked four times. Hoping she would know he was answering D, 8 hours.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: The teacher shakes her head as she sees him blinking. "You vastly overestimate how durable you boys are," she says as she burps and pats her stomach, "Marcus hasn't even in my stomach for 8 hours and he's already in my intestines. If I were to swallow the average boy, I would be rid of him before my next meal period. It would only take a couple of hours to process and get him into my intestines. But, I'm sure you'll find out all about it." She opens up her oven in front of Lance's face as the oven heat blows in his face. She places him in a casserole dish and sprinkles him with cheese, surrounding him with chopped up apples before shoving the pan into the oven.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: As soon as Ms. Farcely shook her head, Lance knew he had made a mistake. A blunder he tried desperately to rectify. He shook his head vigorously, trying to take back his answer, or what she perceived to be his answer. "MMMPFF! MMFF!!" He exclaimed muffledly through the apple while blinking and shaking his head frantically. But it was too late. He couldn't take it back. He had answered incorrectly. How was he supposed to know it was two hours!? He wasn't a predator! Maybe if he paid more attention he might have... Lance was thrown from his thoughts as Ms. Farcely picked him up and placed him on a dish before sprinkling some shredded cheese on him. Wait... no... was she really going to... Lance gulped nervously as his mind and heart were racing at a frantic pace. Chopped apples soon surrounded him and before he could shout his concern, a blast of hot air washed over his seasoned, and naked body. She was! She was going to cook him! "HUURREEMMFF!!" Lance didn't want to go in there! He clenched his jaw around the apple, but try as he might he couldn't get it loose, nor free himself from bis bindings no matter how much he squirmed and writhed.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: "No point in struggling now. I warned you that you might regret seeking me for help." She closes the oven and shakes her head as she begins working on other dishes she was going to have with Lance. She begins boiling some broccoli and some macaroni to have with Lance. One of the "advantages" that boys had over their past counterparts was an increased resilience to temperature, hence why they could walk around naked without freezing to death, but the more relevant thing was Lance was not going to be killed from the heat in the oven.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: Lance was locked away in the sweltering hot confines of the oven with no means of escape. The suffocating heat made it hard to breathe, especially with the apple. But it didn't sting as badly as his defeat. He had come soooo close. He was going to be the first male in his family to graduate! But now.... all of that seemed like a childish dream. Lance panted and groaned as his skin began to roast in that oven. The sweet glaze creating a tantalizing aroma as it blended with his own natural scent and meat. The pineapples grew hot around his cock making Lance moan, and the mashed potatoes that were exposed on his rear became rather steamy and fluffy. He sat there marinating in the glaze and roasting apples for what felt like forever-- growing increasingly faint, but there was hardly any pain to speak of. He just felt so drowsy and drained. As if all his stamina was being sapped up along with whatever moisture lingered in the dry air.

[PC_Future -> Namiel]: Ms. Farcely removes Lance from the oven. She places the pan on the table and allows him to cool off for a little bit from the steam while she set the table. She calls her pet boy to her and fills a dog bowl with some of her dinner before sitting down and licking her lips at how Lance came out. Her stomach growls audibly as she looks at him. "Oh yes, exactly how I pictured you when I first tasted you." She pokes his rump with her fork before starting to eat the apple pieces around him.

[Namiel -> PC_Future]: With half-lidded eyes, Lance gave a muffled, incoherent grumble. A quiet murmur that let Ms. Farcely know he was still awake and conscious--albeit barely. The cool air was like a sweet, soft, silk touch upon Lance's skin. The world around him swirled with colors and shapes as Ms. Farcely lifted the pan out of the oven effortlessly before placing it down on her table."Mhmm?" He mumbled as he stared blankly at his teacher. It was until the sharp pinch from her fork poked at his rump did he actually stir from his lethargic stupor. "GUH!" Snapping back to reality, Lance found himself in a precarious position before Ms. Farcely who didn't seem to pay him much mind as she casually ate the apples he had been sitting with. He looked up at her with dread in his eyes, and watching as she swallowed each mouthful.