Amanda, her hands folded and her head tilted bashfully to one side, did her best to keep her gaze up. "Umm, Lin?" she asked. "Listen, I was just thinking, I really owe you a lot. I probably wouldn't have made it this long here at Swallowbrook without you looking out for me. And wow, we sure made a great team yesterday, huh?" Amanda asked, resting her hand on the back of her neck. "Well, anyway Lin, I really, really value our friendship and I wouldn't want to do anything to screw it up. But at the same time, I feel like we... have something. And I think that I might really like you. Romantically, that is." Amanda's cheeks were reddening. "It's fine if you don't! But if you do, uhh, I feel... sort of the same way."
 Staring back at the nervous young woman was her own reflection in the mirror. She sighed dejectedly, having just practiced what she was going to say for the dozenth time. That was all well and good, but she didn't know how she would manage to spit it out when talking to her in person. And besides, what if she got rejected? Lin was a confident girl, after all. If she'd wanted that kind of relationship with Amanda, she'd have asked, wouldn't she?
 As she gazed at herself in the mirror, the short brown-haired girl cupped her hands over her soft b-cup breasts. Oh, what was the use? Amanda pouted. Even after eating a whole person for the first time in years, she still felt inadequate. What little padding she had gained had ended up on her bottom and her thighs. Lin hadn't grown much, either - but, of coruse, she was already perfect in Amanda's eyes. She shuddered to think how many girls had gone into forming Mary's perky D-cups.
 Someone rapped on her door. "Hey, Amanda! It's me, lemme in!" Lin shouted impatiently. Amanda nearly jumped out of her skin, and tripped over the power cord for her hairdryer in her haste to get to the door. "Oof!" she landed painfully on her knees, but quickly scrambled back to her feet and threw open the door. "Lin!" she shouted, concern in her voice. "Hurry inside! Is someone following you?" She asked, fearfully looking over Lin's shoulder.
 Lin, dressed in short-shorts and a tight blue-and-white spandex top with the Swallowbrook Swallows' logo on it, just sighed and flopped onto Amanda's couch. "No, no, nothing like that. But several of my professors have been giving me grief, and the coach too. Especially the coach - she was furious when she found out I'd eaten Maxine, even though the bitch came after me first, in front of a dozen or more witnesses no less! She threatened to kick me off the track team, but everyone knows she needs me, especially now that Maxine's gone." Lin's annoyed expression softened as she looked at Amanda. "Hey, are you alright? Your cheeks are a little red."
 Amanda decided not to bring up what she'd been rehearsing earlier. Now clearly wasn't the time. "Ohh, well, yeah!" she crossed her arms. "I'm just so mad at that Mary and her friends! I bet this is their doing! As if it wasn't enough that she has so many students who'd gladly eat us on her command, the University itself is biased in her favor!"
 Nodding solemnly, Lin sighed and kicked her feet up onto the table. "Well, what do you expect? There's a whole social network - the rich and powerful alumni, their spoiled, bitchy kids like Mary, and the staff are all a part of it." Lin's dark brown eyes flashed and she suddenly looked over at Amanda with a dejected expression. "Oh, that reminds me. One of my english teachers is claiming that she "accidentally" gave me, but not any of the other students, the wrong list of reading material. So I'll have to stop by her office tomorrow morning, 'between 8 and 9 A.M.', to pick it up. She's just deliberately wasting my time, I know, but she's playing the whole thing off as an innocent mistake. Anyway, I won't be able to go with you to your first class tomorrow."
 A shiver ran down Amanda's spine, and she frowned slightly. "But, but, all of Mary's girls will be looking for us!" Lin winked and patted her trim, muscular waist. "Do you really think that more of them will be eager to end up in the toilet like the first two did?" Amanda blushed - as much as she'd enjoyed the feel of digesting Leslie, she was still a bit embarrassed about the end of the process. "Well, I... I guess I could get to the class early, and chat with the professor until the rest of the students get there. Most people don't show up until 10 or 15 minutes before it starts."
 Lin put her arm around Amanda's shoulder and gave her a friendly hug. "See? You'll do fine. And hey, I say that the next time that we meet Mary, we show her some hot, gurgling justice!" Lin said in a bubbly tone of voice, her troubles all but forgotten. Even in times of danger, she was boundlessly optimistic. Amanda smiled warmly. She couldn't bear to let the air out of Lin's good mood. "Oh!" Amanda said, glancing at the clock. "'The Adventures of the Crimson Gullet' starts in a few minutes!" Lin hopped to her feet, beaming. "I'll make the popcorn!"
 
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 In the cool September air, three young women sat gathered at a table in front of the local coffee shop, overpriced iced-coffee drinks sitting untouched in front of them. Sitting in the center was Mary, arms crossed over her ample chest. Clearly Mary was preoccupied with something, and it was too awkward for the other two to start on their own drinks before Mary, who'd paid for them. Mary was a stickler for politeness, at least when it gave her the excuse to eat someone.
 Julie, a cheerful, bubbly blonde with her hair done up in twin buns, with a trim waist and hips but an impressively perky bustline, leaned forward on her elbows and looked sympathetically at her friend. "Aww, c'mon Mary. What's the matter? I thought you loved double-reverse white chocolate caramel avalanche."
 On Mary's other side was Bhamini, a tall, full-figured Indian-American woman, her lustrous black hair cascading down her back and her glossy purple lipsticked mouth curled into an impatient frown. "You're not still angry about that girl from the track team insulting you yesterday, are you? What was her name again?"
 "Ouyang Lin." Mary said. Her face was impassive, but her deep blue eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of her latest rival's name. Although Mary would never admit it in front of her cohorts, part of the reason that she'd chosen to send Maxine and Leslie to do her dirty work was that she recognized the sporty young woman might be a threat to her. Not that Mary was AFRAID, per se. Just recognizing that her victory wasn't guaranteed.
 Mary sighed. "And no, I'm NOT thinking about her, Bhamini. I'm annoyed because the girl I'd been planning on having for lunch today didn't show up to class - probably too scared - and all the other girls in my class had friends I don't want to offend. So unless you're offering to take her place, kindly stop trying to psychoanalyze me."
 Bhamini squirmed a little in her seat, but said nothing. Mary laughed, smirking at her uncomfortable friend. "A joke, dear, only a joke. After all, you're a valuable enough ally to me that I couldn't afford to slide that shapely body of yours down my throat... aren't you?" Mary asked in a somewhat pointed tone.
 Crossing her legs, Bhamini stared at Mary. She was a little frightened, but she knew that she couldn't afford to show weakness. "O-of course I am! Who was it warned you about that cheerleader who was planning to ambush you the very third day of this semester? You might be nothing but a little padding on someone's chest if it wasn't for me!"
 Never one to pass up the opportunity to increase her own social standing at another's expense, Julie giggled at Bhamini, playfully kicking her feet under the table. "Aww, now Bhamiiini~" she cooed in a singsong voice. "You know that Mary and the others have pulled your butt out of the fire twice now, first with that crazy chick who was stalking you, and then got the RA off your back!"
 Sparkling blue eyes drifting over to give Julie a short glare, Mary muttered "Don't get too cocky yourself, Julie." But then she returned her attention to Bhamimi. "Julie is right, though. You're on thin ice, Bhamini. But you ~could~ do me a little favor. I'd be quite grateful, and it's something I think you'll most enjoy taking care of. Do you know Lin's whiny friend? Amanda Fowler? Isn't she in a graphics design course with you?" Of course, Mary hadn't even known Amanda's name until yesterday, but she had made sure to get a copy of Amanda and Lin's schedules from her friends in the administration since then.
 At the mention of Amanda, Bhamini visibly relaxed, her dark brown eyes finally able to make unwavering eye contact with Mary again. So this was just Mary's way of taunting her before assinging her a student to dispose of. "Oh yes, I believe I know of this girl. About 5'5, short brown hair, rather quiet? You want me to..." the unspoken question was all too clear.
 Finally, Mary reached down and took a long sip of her coffee. "Yes. First thing tomorrow, I want you to have that little geek for breakfast. That will get under Lin's skin, and remove the danger of the two of them ganging up on me. And don't take any chances: get her before the class, not after. That's the only class that any of us have with her until next week, so it's your only chance."
 Bhamini thought for a moment, furrowing her brow in worry. "Well, I'll try, but... Dr. Nash tends to get there pretty early in the morning, and she has a strict 'no eating in the classroom' rule, even if the class hasn't actually started yet."
 Mary gave a quiet, exasparated groan and raised an eyebrow at the dark-skinned girl. "Really, Bhamini? You're complaining? I would have thought you'd be glad for the chance to prove yourself. No, no, let me finish!" Mary cut off Bhamini from defending herself with a wave of her hand. "If you're worried, fine. I'll have some of my 'connections' in the University staff put some pressure on this Nash woman, and make sure she agrees not to interfere."
 
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 Yawning, Amanda trudged down the brightly lit hallway. When she was sure noone was following her, she set her bookbag down for a moment and rubbed her eyes. It was still 7:30 in the morning, over an hour before she would usually be here. But she wanted to be sure she was the first student in the classroom. That way, no one could come after her in the hallway, and when class was over, she'd just wait for Lin to get there.
 Pushing the door open and dropping her bookbag by a table in the mostly-empty computer lab, Amanda heard the squeak of a swivel chair, and looked over to her side. "Oh, hello Dr. Nash!" she said to the blonde woman sitting at a small prefabricated desk. "You're here early!" Amanda smiled warmly, glad to have someone here to enforce the 'no eating' rule.
 Dr. Fiona Nash, a woman in her early thirties, was quite something to look at, that Amanda knew. With neatly parted neck-length blonde hair and a pair of plain spectacles, her face was fairly ordinary and a somewhat stern - but her body was anything but ordinary. Underneath her plain white labcoat, she wore a one-piece black minidress that clung to her hourglass figure like a glove. She spoke in a deep, rich contralto tone. "Miss Fowler. Good to see that someone is finally taking advantage of the fact that I'm here before classes to answer questions about the material.
 Amanda scratched the back of her head nervously, looking off to the side. "Well, umm, I guess we could. But the main reason I'm here is that I think there are some other students trying to, um, eat me."
 The older woman's face showed no reaction; she just straightened her glasses and turned back to her workstation. "I see. Well, that's the Swallowbrook way. I don't make the rules, Ms. Fowler. If just anyone could make it through four years then a degree from S.U. wouldn't be worth the paper it was printed on. The ideal Swallowbrook graduate should be a brilliant academic, a charming socialite, and a ruthless predator all in one. If you don't think you can handle it, you can always transfer to an easier, safer university."
 Amanda gulped and lowered her eyes. "Y-yes, of course, ma'am." Folding her hands neatly in her lap, Dr. Nash paused for a moment, then turned again to look at Amanda again, this time with the faint hint of a smirk on her lips. "But then again, if you went somewhere else, I think you might miss the 'unique atmosphere' of Swallowbrook. You look like your figure has filled out a tiny bit since I last saw you last, and I suspect that one of the 14 students who went missing yesterday had something to do with that."
 Gasping slightly, Amanda giggled bashfully and wrung her hands. "Umm, well... She came after me, so I sort of had to." For the first few weeks, Dr. Nash had always seemed very tightly-wound and emotionally reserved. But now, for the firs time, Amanda saw the hints of a cold, dominating sensuality in the tall, shapely blonde's eyes. Dr. Nash's reply was a low, condescending laugh. "Oh, I'm sure, but are you telling me she didn't beg to be let out after you'd slid her into your belly? That she didn't promise never to threaten you again if you'd just spare her?"
 A twinge of guilt running through her, Amanda's shoulders sank. "Well..." she tilted her head sheepishly. "I thought about it, but, well you see, I was with my friend, and she didn't let out the woman she'd eaten, and she acted like it was all perfectly natural."
 Fiona gave her young student a knowing look. "Well, your friend was quite right. But don't you think you'd have wanted to digest your meal anyway? Weren't you fascinated by the thought of turning a fellow student into..." She didn't finish, but the implication was clear.
 Amanda's eyes bulged slightly, and she gulped again. Not only was this topic making her a little uncomfortable (though not neccessarily in a bad way), but she was starting to worry that her teacher was taking a little too much interest in her; it was well known that many of the professors here at Swallowbrook were quite voracious themselves. They didn't have carte blanche to eat whoever they dared the way that students did - at least, not until they got tenure - but with so many students being eaten each day, they didn't have a hard time getting an occasional meal. Of course, they were very much in danger from voracious students in turn. Normally, eating or otherwise harming any university staff was grounds for immediate 'disciplining' and expulsion, but in the case of especially unpopular teachers (particularly those who got too brazen about eating their students) the university was known to turn a blind eye to their disappearance.
 With a noncommittal shurg, Amanda blinked a few times and looked over towards the computers. "Oh, well, anyway, I should reeeeally get started on that project you assigned us last time. Make good use of my time and all that. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, ma'am." With that, she hustled over to a workstation and loaded up the image editor.
 After the two worked quietly for a short while, Fiona excused herself and left the classroom. Although she felt a tiny bit vulnerable being in the class alone, Amanda said nothing - after all, Dr. Nash did make her a tiny bit uncomfortable. She'd seen that look the older woman had given her. It was just fortunate that it was officially against the rules for teachers to eat students without cause.
 Sadly, Amanda's solitude was short-lived, as only a few minutes later a sophomore pushed her way through the door. A dusky-skinned sophomore with lustrous black hair cascading down her back. A sweet, almost girlish face contrasted with a killer figure which she had no hesitation in showing off. As a matter of fact, the beauty was wearing an "outfit" that had more in common with a strapless one-piece swimsuit made of white cloth than a dress, with a built-in thong that disappeared between the two smooth, round buns that jiggled with the sophomore's every step.
 Even though Amanda didn't particularly like the girl, she forced herself to smile and give an enthusiastic greeting. "Oh, hi Bhamini! You're here early!" she smiled, not knowing who her classmate was working for. The sophomore smiled back and walked over to Amanda's seat with a sway in her step. "Oh, hiiii Amanda~" Bhamini said sweetly. "I heard about what happened the day before last. Several of the girls in your class posted about it online. My my. Leslie Howards. I met her once or twice... not bad for a first meal, I bet." She poked Amadna playfully. "So... How was she?" Bhamini asked as if asking for a review of a restaurant.
 Having been practicing her predatory banter with Lin, Amanda did her best to smile proudly. "Well, she fought a lot, but it all turned out well in the end. Umm, for me, I mean, not her."
 Narrowing her eyes, Bhamini laughed, but her tone was far from good-humored. "Well, about that, Amanda~" she said tauntingly. "I don't know if it did turn out well for you. See, when you mess with one of Mary's friends, you mess with all of them. All of us, I should say. See, even if we didn't particularly like the girl you ate, we can't just let it go. That would make us look bad. And nobody wants to look bad."
 Gasping at the mention of Mary's name, Amanda pushed her chair away from the deceptivley-sweet-looking young woman. Her arms tensed as she prepared to jump up. "Y-You've come after me?" Amanda asked in a treumulous voice. But then, Amanda's expression hardened, as she did her best not to show weakness or let Bhamini smell fear. "Well, you'd better think twice before you try anything! Even if you win against me, Lin's planning to meet me after class, and if she finds out you did anything to me, she'll cram that oversized ass of yours into her belly faster than you can blink!" Amanda put her hands on her hips sternly as she stared the other girl down.
 "Aww, you don't like my ass?" Bhamini asked playfully. "I think you'll change your mind once you become a part of it. No-one I've added to it has complained yet." She sucked on the tip of her index finger meaningfully. Amanda slowly stood up, keeping her hands folded around her chest. "And what about Dr. Nash, Miss Smarty Pants?" she spat out, hurling the kindergarten-level insult reflexively. "Did you think about that? She'll know just what happens if she walks in here and I'm-" Amanda stopped, not wanting to complete the sentence.
 Resting a hand seductively on her mostly-exposed ass, Bhamini's response was a smug "Ha!" followed by taking a step closer. "When you're digesting in my stomach, you mean?" The dusky babe asked mischievously. "Don't you worry about that. As it turns out, Mary took this class last year, and that stuck-up blonde bimbo of a teacher is still wrapped around her little finger. But don't take my word for it. I want you to hope that she'll rescue you up until the end."
 With that, Bhamini moved suddenly, leaping up like a coiled spring. Amanda moved her head to the side instinctively, thinking that the curvy Indian girl would try to gulp her immediately. Instead, Bhamini's round, plush bottom landed right on Amanda's lap, while those two long, sexy brown legs wrapped around her in a scissor motion and wrapped around her back, pinning her arms in place. "Nice try, little girl." Bhaimini said with a satisfied grin, licking her lips. "I am sorry about this, but you know how Mary is. My butt is on the line as much as yours is. So just be a good girl and go down my throat." Bhamini's thick, sultry lips opened wide to admit Amanda's head, tongue sliding over her cheeks as she was forced in.
 Her heart pounding in terror, Amanda tried to push the curvaceous woman off of her, but it was no use. Just when she was about to surrender hope, Amanda heard a voice speaking from outside Bhamini's throat. All of a sudden, she felt the tight, hot tube yanked off of her head, leaving her gasping for breath and wiping the saliva off her face.
 Standing right behind a very annoyed-looking Bhamini was Dr. Nash, with Bhamini's shoulders in a white-knuckled grip. In a surprising display of strength, the hungry dark-skinned beauty was pulled roughly off of Amanda's lap, her almost-bare bottom landing on the floor with a smack. "What are you doing?!" Bhamini snarled, giving the teacher a deadly glare. "Get off of me! You weren't supposed to be back yet!"
 The voluptuous blonde teacher stood over Bhamini, still gripping her bare shoulders tightly. "I believe I stated the class's 'no eating' policy quite clearly on the first day of class, Miss Chatterjee." she informed Bhamini flatly. "As a matter of fact, an acquaintance did send me an email asking that I allow you to devour Miss Fowler. After careful consideration, I've decided not to play along."
 Bhamini couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mary had told her there was no way the teacher would interfere. "Consideration? What the fuck are you talking about?" Bhamini said, her beautiful almond eyes starting to widen in genuine fear. "Don't you know who I'm friends with?" she cried, giving Dr. Nash a hateful look over her shoulder as she tried to pull away.
 Fiona just chuckled in response, giving her lips a self-satisfied lick. "Well, Miss Chatterjee, there are a few things you haven't considered. Firstly, Miss Prichard's influence isn't what she would like to think it is. She might be able to beg or extort a few favors from professors here and there, but she's only a medium-sized fish in a very big pond of over twenty thousand students. Secondly, there's the fact that if you aren't around to tell her, Miss Prichard will most likely assume that Miss Fowler made a meal of you, not me. And thirdly (and most importantly)," the dominating blonde said, bringing her lips close to the sultry indian girl's ear to whisper to her, "You're especially delicious looking today."
 "N-Nuuu!" Bhamini squealed, tried to wriggle away from the professor's grip. Amanda saw the look of sudden terror in her eyes just before Fiona hastily shoved Bhanini's head, pretty face and all, right into her mouth. With the busty blonde woman standing over her and holding her down by her shoulders, Bhamini had nowhere to escape to, and found herself pinned against the floor as she violently jerked from side to side, her hands scraping against the floor in an effort to scrabble away.
 Even though she felt a little sorry for Bhamini, having just been worried about Dr. Nash's hunger herself, Amanda smiled as she watched her scantily-clad classmate being devoured. Once Fiona managed to get Bhamini's shoulders into her mouth and they became bulges in her cheeks, she shifted her hands to take hold of the girl's hands, keeping her from punching or scratching as her terrified face made an impression in the professor's throat.
 Taking a moment to savor the feel of the wriggling young woman's perky little breasts slipping into her mouth, Dr. Nash moaned in pleasure as Bhamini's shapely legs kicked at a nearby desk. Pinned between the floor and her throat, Bhamini had nowhere to run and no leverage to get away, so the blonde could afford to savor her.
 By the time her lips slid over the curvy sophomore's navel, Fiona's meal was already starting to enter her stomach, lovely black hair slick with saliva and emerging into a dark, grumbling chamber. "N-no! Professor, what do you think you're doing? You cannot do this! You can't!"
 Fiona just ignored her. What a silly statement; clearly she was having a young woman for breakfast. And equally clear was the fact that she could, as she took another loud gulp of Bhamini, bringing her in up to her hips. Grabbing hold of the girl's flailing legs, Dr. Nash slowly rose to her feet, hefting Bhamini along with her, flipping her upside down. Amanda couldn't help but notice that the entire process was very smooth, practiced, and efficient.
 Rather than try to hold the kicking legs suspended above her distended maw completely still, Dr. Nash gently and efficiently kept her moving in roughly the right direction - that is, down. As tight as her throat was, it was also very slippery, and the weight of Bhamini's legs made her inclined to slide in of her own accord.
 As Bhamini's soft bottom jiggled with each kick of her inverted legs, brown skin contrasting against the white fabric of her one-piece and Fiona's stretched red lips, she was gulped down. In a feat of flexibility that Amanda found awe-inspiring, the buxom blonde swallowed her squirming prey's entire ass in a single gulp, sliding the immense lump right into her throat.
 Not even waiting to finish the act of swallowing her unfortunate student, Dr. Nash calmly saunted over to her desk as she gulped again, pulling in Bhamini's thighs and leaving only a pair of kicking legs outside. As she sat down and began allowing her immense belly to rest between her legs. An imprint of Bhamini's hands appeared on the surface of Fiona's stretched one-piece dress, trying to push against it to stop the last bits of her legs from being sent down to join her. But it was no good. Fiona's swallowing muscles were powerful enough that she gulped the struggling girl down without even needing to use her hands to stuff her in.
 While Amanda watched with rapt attention (more than she'd paid to most of Professor Nash's actual class so far), those kicking legs slipped further and further in with each passing second. Dr. Nash calmly reached up and pulled off Bhamini's shoes, nonchalantly dropping them in the wastebasket as she slid her tongue around the wriggling feet and sent them down with a hefty gulp. "Mmmph!" The enormous struggling belly resting between her knees leaped and bounced up and down with Bhamini's struggles. It was a good thing that Fiona's minidress was made of the same ultra-elastic materials as the standard uniforms. Some women enjoyed parading around with a ripped dress to show off their new belly, but Fiona wasn't among them, and had a class to teach besides.
 "Wow!" Amanda exclaimed, looking intently at the lively struggles of her ex-classmate, a stark contrast against the serene, self-satisfied expression of the woman who had swallowed her. "You made it look so easy! You must have had a lot of practice over the years, ma'am." Amanda said in a chipper tone.
 "Mmm-MMPH!" Bhamini shouted something in a panicked tone in response to a loud groan emanating from the stuffed blonde's stomach. "Yes, well..." Fiona said modestly as she nonchalantly began typing at her computer, making a note of Miss Chatterjee's misconduct and subsequent punishment. "There are far more restrictions on staff eating students than on students eating one another. Otherwise, considering how many of the professors are themselves graduates of Swallowbrook, all the scholarships in the world wouldn't be enough to keep attendence up. The school wants to produce graduates, not just sewage. Therefore, when I do 'partake', I have to be fast and decisive. In a way, I envy you students for having the opportunity to savor your meals more."
 As the dominant older predator described her fate so frankly, Bhamini tried to show her displeasure by elbowing and kneeing the stretchy stomach surrounding her. But Fiona showed no sign of reacting to the assault, and just calmly gave her unruly belly a pat. "By the way, Miss Chatterjee," she said to the girl-shaped bulge squeezed between her knees, "I meant to complement you on your choice of attire. I can feel that scrumptious ass of yours rubbing against my stomach every time you move." In response to a particularly forceful kick, Dr. Nash hiccuped, covering her mouth politely.
 Grinning triumphantly, Amanda continued to watch with fascination. "So, how does that 'Indian food' taste, Dr. Nash? Spicy? Tangy?" she added with a giggle, but Dr. Nash turned around and glared at her, frowning suddenly. "...What?" Amanda asked innocently.
 "Miss Fowler," the professor said authoritatively, "that remark could be construed as being very racially and culturally insensitive. You should know that Swallowbrook University has a very strict non-discrimination policy." The woman formally cleared her throat and ensured she had a good hold on Bhamini's struggling form before continuing. "Discrimination and harassment includes conduct (spoken, written or physical) directed against any person or group because of their national origin, race, religion or disability."
 Amanda looked mortified, not so much because she'd apparently broken a rule but because she worried that her professor would try to eat HER now. "Oh! I'm very sorry, ma'am. I'll, uh, reread the policy again after class."
 Smirking, Fiona just patted her belly. "Well, don't apologize to me. Apologize to your unruly friend here. Come closer so she can hear." she said, indicating the belly wobbling with the girl's struggles. Feeling her soft, smooth skin starting to blister under the steamy assault of her teacher's stomach, Bhamini couldn't believe what she was hearing.
 Not knowing quite what to think, Amanda came over to Dr. Nash's desk. Her eyes glued to the well-defined belly barely contained under the woman's minidress, she leaned close and cleared her throat. She wasn't sure if Dr. Nash was being serious or if she was just coming up with a cute excuse for Amanda to examine her belly more closely. She intended to take advantage of the opportunity either way.
 "I'm sorry if I insulted you in any way, Bhamini. I shouldn't have insinuated that you would taste differently from any other girl, y'know, just because of your national origin. After all, every girl is unique and special in their own way, including their flavor. Right, ma'am?" She said, unable to suppress a grin and giving her teacher a wink at the end. Fiona just smiled and leaned back. "Very well said, Miss Fowler."
 In spite of her perilous situation, Bhamini was furious; these bitches were mocking her! Stretching out her knees and arching her back to prevent the acid-dripping walls from pressing against her uncovered buttocks, she took a last gasp of the fetid air. "Amanda! Listen to me!" she cried urgently. "This isn't funny, I am going to die in here! Tell the woman that we're friends! That we were just playing around! She doesn't have to do this!" Bhamini gasped, the stomach compressing her tighter. Her skin was turning bright red as microscopic layers were eroded away every second.
 Dr. Nash looked at Amanda but said nothing. Amanda considered for a moment, watching the belly slowly writhe. On the one hand, this girl could potentially be useful, potentially telling her about Mary's plans. But Bhamini would probably just turn on her anyway, she rationalized, and besides, it seemed terribly rude to force the professor to regurgitate such a satisfying meal. Amanda giggled. "Sorry hun, but I'm not going to lie just to save your booty. Speaking of which, you'll just have to be content with the fact that you'll be part of a nice figure like Dr. Nash's."
 Bhamini cried out, resuming her struggles. "NOOOO!" she wriggled desperately, but Fiona could feel that she was already starting to tire. "Urp." Dr. Nash burped politely again. "Well, thank you for your honesty, Amanda. And it's just as well for you, because if you did try to get me to toss Miss Chatterjee up, I'd probably send you in to join her to stop you telling anyone." the blonde said with a wolfish smile. Adjusting her glasses one last time, Fiona turned back to her workstation while gently massaging her bloated gut with one hand. She made no effort to prolong her prey's struggles, and soon her wiggling belly fell still, and the only sound to be heard was a chorus of gurgles.
 Watching with reddened cheeks, Amanda didn't know how her teacher could stand to work with such a show going on; she certainly didn't get any work done herself as she listened to the churning sounds of her classmate being digested.
 It would appear that Dr. Nash had a rather powerful metabolism, just as Amanda had discovered she posessed. The blonde's gut shifted and contracted, and even from several feet away Amanda heard the muffled sound of cracking bones. Dr. Nash's efficient tummy broke down Bhamini with surprising speed and soon had reduced her to a mostly-liquid mass suited for absorbtion. In less than an hour, Fiona's stomach had changed from an elastic sac tightly stretched around a lumpy form, to a round, firm bump in her abdomen.
 Students drifted into the classroom a few at a time, some eyeing their teachers gurgling belly with suspicion but most just shrugging. After all, if Dr. Nash had a good meal before class, she'd be more inclined to be forgiving. By the time class started, her lower abdomen was still bulging and emitted the occasional gurgle.
 Everyone noticed their professor became distracted after the first 15 minutes, and with a digested girl in her clearly reaching the end of her journey, it didn't take a genuis to figure out why. Indeed, Dr. Nash seemed to rush through part of her explanation of the day's topic, and soon excused herself.
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 Walking quickly away from her classroom, Dr. Nash looked mildly annoyed. She'd hoped to finish up digesting this little sweetie before class began so she didn't have to interrupt the lesson. "Mmmf." She winced a little as she felt the pressure in her abdomen growing nearly unbearable.
 All she could do was sigh knowingly as she quickened her pace until she reached the nearest restroom and pushed open the door. It couldn't be helped. Those ladies with big, round bubble butts always gave her trouble in the bathroom when it came time to expel them. Yet all the same, she could never resist them. She'd always been planning to eat Bhamini, this was just a convenient excuse. That Amanda Fowler girl wasn't bad, either... perhaps in a month or so, when she'd let her guard down, Fiona would grace Amanda with a tour of her belly too.
 Locking the stall door behind her, Dr. Nash took off her coat, hung it on the hook, and pulled down her lacy black panties. "Well. I hope you've learned your lesson about eating in the classroom, Miss Chatterjee. Namely, that it is ~extremely~ enjoyable."
 Her tight black minidress was so short that she needed only pull it up a few inches to do her business. Fiona sat her gorgeous alabaster ass on the toilet seat and rested an elbow on her knee as she let nature take its course.
 A loud fart reverberated throughout the restroom before what was left of the sophomore after an hour or so of being melted and fed upon by Fiona's body began to emerge. A thick log of steaming brown shit entered the water with a splash. Fiona grunted quietly, and another hefty load of steaming-hot shit bludgeoned its way out of her ass. She had to grit her teeth with effort as she squeezed again. It was a good thing these toilets were extra large as well as powerful.
 As it turned out, her once-cute student had produced so much waste that she was there for a good five minutes. Fiona sighed. Well, hopefully the students knew enough to proceed with their work without her. Patting her once-again trim belly as she sat on the seat, Fiona slowly shook her head. She'd gotten out of practice: clearly, her digestive tract needed more excercise, the kind best provided by a struggling girl.
 Wiping her ass thoroughly, Fiona dropped the use toilet paper atop the pile she'd left before standing up and pulling her panties back up with her thumbs and straightening out her minidress. With what was left of Bhamini heaped in the toilet and stinking up a storm, Fiona was back to her vivacious hourglass figure once again.
 Unlike some women who enjoyed taunting digested meals after disposing of them, Dr. Nash saw little point to it. After all, the brown pile was waste and nothing more. The way she saw it, the important parts of Bhamini were on her curves now. Without any further fanfare, she flushed the toilet on the high setting, walking away as the pile of converted student was sent rushing into the sewer.
 Making sure to wash her hands thoroughly, Fiona confidently strode back to her class. Halfway there, she burped loudly and used the opportunity to spit up Bhamini's cute little white outfit, now acid-bleached, wrinkled, and sour-smelling. She casually tossed it in a hallway trashcan before returning to her lesson.
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 An hour later, Amanda anxiously waited outside the classroom door until Lin showed up. Amanda latched onto her in a hug, surprising Lin somewhat. "Hey, what's going on, Amanda?" the tomboyish girl asked warmly.
 Not wanting to worry Lin by telling her that she'd come rather close to being eaten this morning, Amanda just smiled and grasped Lin's hands. "Oh, it's... nothing. Just happy to see you. So, did everything go okay with that teacher of yours?"
 Lin shrugged, her face nonplussed. "Yeah, it was the usual runaround, wasting my time however she could. I thought about eating her, but, y'know, I'd get in trouble for that, and she's a scrawny old bag of bones anyway. How was your class?"
 Shrugging back, Amanda smiled awkwardly. "Oh, you know. A little intimidating at times, but Dr. Nash is great at 'demonstrating'. Um, by the way, do you want to go get something to eat after our next classes? There's this curry house a few blocks away that I've been wanting to try."
 Lin thought for a moment. "Well, sure! Why not? As long as it isn't too expensive, I'm on a budget you know." Beaming at her friend, Amanda got a skip in her step. "Okay! Great!" she said. It wasn't quite a date, but it was close enough for now.