Permanent Detention!
 
Josephine "Josy" Miller was walking through the hall, books held closely to her large bosom. Her massive ass, transbording from her absurdly short skirt, jiggled with each step she took.
 
Josy was the Queen Bee at Bradson High, and had the three Bs going for her: Blonde, Beautiful, and Busty. She wore a white blouse that not only seemed to constantly be about to explode due to the absurd girth of her gigantic mamaries but also showed her entire belly, the forementioned excuse for a pink skirt, and expensive black shoes with long white socks.
 
She was a source of envy to all the other girls and of desire to all the guys, but had never dated anyone, thinking herself too good for the average student at Bradson High. Her dream was hooking up with someone rich once she finished school so she wouldn't have to study or work ever again.
 
Well, she was walking innocently enough through the hall when quite suddenly she felt a surprisingly powerful smack on her massive left buttcheek. The attack on her rear was so strong that it made a loud sound, and Josephine instantly squealed and jumped almost out of her expensive shoes. Her hands went to her now red bun and she turned around, ready to slap the face of whoever dared to take such action against her beautiful and umprotected behind.
 
"Mr. Thompson?!" She exclaimed, stopping her hand before it could reach the face of the glasses-wearing, average looking man before her.
 
"Is that a way to come to school, young miss?" The teacher asked, his arms crossed. "That skirt is way too short!"
 
"Well, I can come to school however I want!" The blonde girl grew red. "We're in the 21st century, not in the 50s, and women can dress the way they want to!"
 
"There's something is school called a dress code," The teacher replied. "You can't go around like that here, it's totally unaceptable."
 
"You know what you are?" Josephine put her finger to the man's chest. "You're a sexist! And I'll let everybody know that! You'll be fired, I tell you!"
 
Josy tried to get past Mr. Thompson, but her teacher grabbed her firmly by the arm.
 
"Let me go! Now!" The blonde woman protested.
 
"I was going to let you get away with just an advertense a warning," The teacher adjusted his glasses, a cold expression on his face. "But threatening a teacher is unaceptable. You're not fit to study in this school, so I'll have to...eliminate you."
 
"W-What do you mean?" Josy grew pale, suddenly scared.
 
"It's means that you're going to permanent detention," Having said that, Mr. Thompson opened his mouth wide and gobbled up Josephine's head as easily as if it was a piece of candy. The girl screamed like a victim out of a horror movie, but the sound was quite muffled.
 
The teacher grabbed the student bellow her armpits and swallowed further, scarfing down her shoulders and part of her arms. His hands then moved to her hips, and he forced her upwards. Mr. Thompson had arrived at Josy's massive breasts, but he engulfed them greedily and quickly, taking no time to savour those surely delicious meat-orbs. He, quite frankly, didn't care at all about tastes, only about getting the job done.
 
Her slim torso went down easily, and now Mr. Thompson found himself with Josephine's massive ass inside his mouth. This, he had some difficulty swallowing, but he eventually fought through this challenge and arrived at her long, shapely legs. He now raised his head, grabbing the blonde girl's ankles to force her limbs down his throat. Arriving at her feet, he meticulously took off her shoes and socks, then finished swallowing her.
 
 
GULP!
 
 
Mr. Thompson's belly expanded greatly as Josephine was entirely received by his awaiting stomach. The teacher's gut escaped from beneath his shirt, being exposed in all it's squirmy, white and hairless glory.
 
"I'll make sure those reach your parents," The teacher refered to Josephine's socks and shoes. "You might be a worthless excuse for a student and for a human being, but they might still want to keep a memento of their daughter. I'll have a serious talk with them about the terrible job they did raising you though."
 
"YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD! SPIT ME OUT OR I'LL MAKE A WHOLE IN YOUR FUCKING STOMACH!" The blonde screamed, punching the stomach walls that tightened around her, leaving firm imprints of her body on her devourer's skin.
 
"Language, young lady. With a mouth like that, I'd have to ingest you even if you dressed modestly."
 
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
 
"You're quite mistaken, I not only can but I should. Now shush, I cannot lose any more time with you. Be silent and await your termination."
 
"You pay me for this, you son of a bitch..."
 
But Mr. Thompson had stopped paying attention to his prey, starting to waddle towards the teacher's room.
 
Mrs. Harris was sipping from her mug of hot black coffee at the teacher's room, when suddenly the door opened and a round white orb of impressive size was forced through the opening.
 
"What's... what's that?" The mousy teacher with thick red hair and wearing a baggy sweater thought aloud, taking another sip of her coffee. That sure was a strange object, that sphere. It suddenly changed shape though, taking the form of a voluptuous female figure stuck in a prison of skin. "Is that a person?!"
 
Then, the owner of that object finished entering the room. It was Mr. Thompson.
 
"J-Jack?!" The female teacher screamed. "What happened to you?!"
 
"Not much, Natalie," He said non-chalantly. "Just had to put a student through permanent detention. Boy, I really need a coffee."
 
The male teacher casually waddled towards the coffee machine and got himself some of that delicious beverage. He drank happily, as if nothing was different or wrong.
 
"You mean you just ate her?!" Mrs. Harris questioned her colleague. "How is that even possible?!"
 
"Oh, I watched a lecture about some revolutions in education and in the workplace last month. It was a really long and interesting lecture, but the gist of it was that nowadays, to make society a better place, it is necessary to eliminate all the individuals with nothing to offer. Teachers should eat troublesome and unruly students, bosses should eat incompetent employers, things like that."
 
"Wouldn't expelling or firing them be better? Why...eat them out of all things?" Mrs. Harris was a bit freaked out.
 
"If you just do that, they'll keep being a nuisance to society, of course! Eliminating the trash who can't follow the rules is the best option," Mr. Thompson smirked. "And she'll be expelled, eventually. In a way."
 
"So, anyway, who did you eat?"
 
"Miss Miller," The male teacher remarked, taking a big gulp from his coffee."
 
"Josephine? Poor thing," Mrs. Harris shook her head, disappointed. "She has nothing in her head, but I always hoped we would one day be able to convince her how important it is to get an education to guarantee one's future."
 
"Well, it's too late for that now," Mr. Thompson said, smacking his belly. "Now that I've claimed her, digestion is her only possible future."
 
The female teacher blushed a little. The way her colleague spoke about his student turned meal was kinda...hot?
 
"So you'll...digest her?" Mrs. Harris was starting to feel hot in her sweater.
 
"Yes, I'll churn her down into a meaty broth..."
 
Mrs. Harris blushed more.
 
"...and my stomach walls will break and grind her..."
 
Mrs. Harris was getting redder.
 
"...until she's nothing but a nutritious soup oozing in my insides..."
 
Mrs. Harris' skin was redder than her hair.
 
"Are you feeling alright, Natalie?" Mr. Thompson raised one eyebrow. "You look sick."
 
"No, no, I'm fine...I just think I need some...some outside air..." Mrs. Harris went to the room's window and opened it. She took deep breaths and tried to clean her mind, while her colleague just shrugged and drank the rest of his coffee.
 
Inside his belly, Josy kept cursing and kicking around, her screams getting particularly loud when hot coffee started raining on her umprotected body. Her clothes had already started to melt, and she could feel the acid stinging at her soft skin.
 
"YOU BASTARD, LET ME OUT!"
 
Mrs. Harris heard the scream from outside, and was drawn towards the belly, placing one hand on it with morbid curiosity.
 
"She's a feisty one!" She commented.
 
"A nuisance until the end," Mr. Thompson sighed. "I don't really mind her struggles though."
 
"She must have tasted good," Mrs. Harris thought aloud. "I mean, I know we shouldn't talk about our students like this, but she has a very nice body."
 
"I felt no pleasure at all while eating her. The greater pleasure is knowing that I'm working towards making school, and perhaps society, into a better place."
 
The female teacher thought that her colleague was cool. Very cool.
 
 
Several hours later, Mr. Thompson had a class to teach. The students were screaming, talking loudly and throwing pieces of paper all around, and when the teacher arrived inside the classroom he soon noticed that he'd have a hard time dealing with this pandemonium.
 
"Guys! Please! Stop!" He tried in vain to control the chaos. He was usually very respected, but today for some reason his students were worse than ever. "Please, we need to make a lot of progress this weeooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURP!"
 
A powerful, thunderous belch exploded out of Mr. Thompson's mouth, silencing the class by it's sheer might and duration. It sent flying a slimy, acid-eaten piece of fabric that had some day been an absurdly short skirt. The students stared at it in pure horror, then they looked at their teacher and noticed his protruding potbelly, the size of a pregnant woman's but considerably softer.
 
"That's better," Said the teacher, satisfied. "Miss Miller won't be joining us today, as she has been sent to permanent detention in my body. She's currently taking the trip through my bowels, so do forgive any possible sound that might come from my intestines as they work to absorb her. Well, where we we last class? Oh yes!"
 
The glasses-wearing man turned around to write on the blackboard and the whole class gasped, then started exchanging knowing looks. For Mr. Thompson's ass had become very large, clearly straining his pants and jiggling with his every movement. Josephine's behind had been enormous, but the teacher's was just as big, if not bigger.
 
The whole class was blushing, and it isn't hard to imagine that it was VERY hard to concentrate in what Mr. Thompson was trying to teach.
 
The bell eventually rang, and the students were fred from this very awkward class.
 
"Okay guys, class is over for today," Mr. Thompson announced. "If any of you has lingering doubts about what we learned today I'll have to ask you to please wait a little bit, for right now I have to 'expel' Miss Miller from school."
 
And having said that, the teacher rushed out of the classroom.
 
 
...
 
 
"Mr. and Mrs. Miller, I'm very sorry to say that your daughter has been expelled." The teacher announced to the worried parents, who had been called urgently to Bradson High after Josephine had failed to return home after class.
 
"Expelled!" Exclaimed Mr. Miller, a large, moustached man. "Might we know the reason for that?!"
 
"Well, she broke the school's dress code quite severely," Mr. Thompson crossed his arms.
 
"What?! My girl got in trouble just for showing a little bit of skin?! Why, Mr. Thompson, surely you understand this isn't a convent!" Mr. Miller protested. "You know how girls her age are!"
 
"Look, can't we pay you not to expel our daughter?" Said Mrs. Miller, a very beautiful mature woman. "Surely we can arrive at some understanding..."
 
"I'm sorry Mrs. Miller, but the expelling process is quite irreversible," The teacher said, not without some pity for the woman. "Don't worry about finding her a new school though, for I have already taken the trouble to transfer her to the sewers."
 
Mr. and Mrs. Miller exchanged a puzzled and terrified look. The teacher got something from behind him and put in on the table where the conversation was taking place. It was a pair of expensive shoes, of white socks and some melted, unrecognizable pink object.
 
"These things are all that's left of her," Mr. Thompson explained, adjusting his glasses. "Unless you count the fat on my body, of course. Your daughter was quite the calorie bomb."