The classroom was dead silent aside from the low gurgles emanating from the front. The gurgling grew louder, followed by the occasional muffled scream. The poor saps couldn’t do much else at this point.

Mrs. Longswallow, or Anita as her students had been reassured she’d answer to, slithered in front of the chalkboard. Gripped in her tail was a mug that read “I love my students”, with love stylized as a heart. She took a sip of what seemed to still be quite hot coffee. Her sip was followed by a muffled yelp from within her stomach. She took a glance down, her annoyed expression unwavering.

“Who can tell me the average digestion time of a human teenager?” The middle aged teacher asked to her uneaten students.

Silence, followed by a loud glorp from her belly. She scanned the senior class attendees slowly. More than half of the, were human students, while about 35% were anthropomorphic animals like her. Several anthro students had distended stomachs like her. While she didn’t condone this behavior during class, these students had arrived with full bellies already.

“No one knows?” She asked. “Well the answer is 24 hours.”

She slithered beside the chalkboard which had a short menu written on it. 4 student’s names were written, and 3 were crossed off already.

She set her mug on her desk and then began to caress her squirming stomach with her tail.

“You all get so quiet whenever this happens.” She said. “I always thought I came off as pretty chill.”

While this may have been the case, Anita was a stern woman. She didn’t take disobedience or failure. She had a strong belief in success. If you were obedient and did well in her class, she was sweet and pretty mellow. If you weren’t doing well, she’d do everything in her power to make sure you succeeded. If she determined that you couldn’t handle her class after her assistance, or were disobedient, well your name would be added to the menu. Of course, all this only applied to human students.

In this case, the group of students being digested were those who had failed this semester and showed no signs of improvement.

Her eyes narrowed at her class. She was a bit hurt that they all shut down like this as if they were afraid. It could be expected by her human students, but her anthro students really had nothing to worry about since she didn’t eat them ever.

She desired to be liked by her students, even the human ones. Despite her willingness to devour them, she did love them all. She only took extreme measure due to the harshness of the world they lived in. Better to be eaten by her than to be plucked off the street. That’s what she believed at least.

She let out a sigh. “I suppose we can end class early toda-“
She said, but was interrupted by her own burp.

She belched loudly, causing several items to fly out of her mouth. A phone, a pencil, and a pair of underwear belonging to a digested student.

“Excuse me.” She said sheepishly.

Her class quietly filed out, leaving her alone in the classroom with nothing but the muffled pleas to keep her company.

“Well, guess I’ll sleep them off.” Anita said to herself as she coiled up behind her desk.

She rested her head on her stomach and closed her eyes. She let out a satisfied hiss and passed out.

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