Mary sat down with a huff into her chair; she’d had to race across campus just to get here on time, but luckily for her, the professor seemed to be a bit late as well.
 
She wondered if HER alarm clock failed to turn on like hers did this morning.
 
Whatever the case, she was more than glad to simply sit down and prepare herself for the arduous classwork that laid ahead.
 
That was until she heard a loud-
 
*UUOORRP*
 
-erupt from the back of the classroom.
 
Like an owl, Mary looked behind her in an instant, revealing the gassy disruptor of the peace to be a rather chubby-looking woman about the same age as her: white shirt, beige jacket, brown skin, black hair…
 
Yoga ball-sized stomach jutting out from her core counteracting her otherwise calm demeanor…
 
Mary breathed a sigh of relief; setting aside the stomach, the pred girl behind her seemed like a decent person to be around.
 
“Not a problem…”, Mary said to herself as she turned back to her notes.
“Just play nice and everything will be alright.”
 
Mary’d been telling herself that as far back as she could remember and, as a life tip, it helped quite a bit whenever she’d come face-to-face with a VERY hungry woman.
 
School bullies, police officers, parents of her friends; she figured she’d seen it all by this point.
 
After all, few human beings were worse than the algebra teacher of her senior year of high school:
 
A rather curvy Chinese woman named Xinyue Zi.
 
Just about every man, woman and child who interacted with that school knew to shudder at her name, for in her presence, wills would be broken, the bravest of men would become putty in her hands and countless souls would be sacrificed to fatten that killer posterior she loved to parade around so much.
 
Entire classes would be left groveling at her feet, all because she was a pred, and a damn good one at that.
 
Mary’d heard all the stories people said about Ms. Zi, but none could compare to what the woman was actually like; cruel as she was gluttonous, any fictitious demerit given by the teacher would result in a one-way trip straight to her stomach a.k.a. “Detention”.
 
She was allowed to do whatever, whenever she pleased: physically assault students, smoke in class, show up nearly in the nude almost every day of the year…
 
She’d almost be hot if her heart wasn’t made out of the coldest of ice.
 
In the years since then, Mary’d only just managed to get the sights she’d witnessed in that class out of her mind; the sex, the violence…
 
The eating.
 
Whatever; this semester was a fresh start and she couldn’t wait for it to begin.
 
And wouldn’t you know it, she wouldn’t have to wait long, as with the slam of a door, the room became quiet as Mrs. Wilson presumably stepped to her place in front of the class.
 
“Hello, students!”, she said in an oddly familiar tone.
“I know it says I am “Mrs. Wilson” on your schedules, but look at all of these rings!
 
Looking up from her notebook, Mary nearly snapped her pencil out of the shock of seeing just who her teacher was.
 
For with the slick, black hair tied up in a ponytail…
 
The pretty face done up with a certain Chinese flair…
 
And the outstanding curves packed into her teaching-friendly outfit…
 
Mary knew she was no Mrs. Wilson.
 
Having fooled the entire class with her disguise, Miss Zi’s eyes moved like a spotlight among the crowd, searching from person to person just so she could find…
 
Her eyes settled on Mary; jackpot.
 
“Why, hello, Mary!”, the teacher cooed before yelling at the top of her shrill voice.
“Students!”
 
With all eyes now on a nervous-looking Mary, Zi
 
“THIS is Mary Berkenshire.”, the teacher explained.
“I used to teach her back in high school. It’s been an AWFULLY long time since I’ve seen her last. She’s gotten SO much bigger since then. Then, of course…”
 
She waltzed closer to Mary’s seat, making sure to flaunt her curvy figure in every step she took.
 
“So have I.”, she cooed as close as she could to the student’s face.
 
Before she could float for long, though, a stray hand popped up from the crowd behind Mary; looking up as to who it belonged to, Zi was pleased to see that it was a beautiful woman, about the same age as Mary, albeit with blonde hair instead of her Mary’s auburn.
 
“What is it?”, asked the teacher, a sense of annoyance already present in her voice.
 
“Yeah, um, I was wondering if I could see myself out just to use the restroom really quick.”, said the girl, pointing to her basketball-sized stomach.
“I’m expecting.”
 
The other pred girl licked her lips upon noticing the stuffed snack sitting only a few seats away from her; Zi, on the other hand, grinned a devilish smile as she gazed upon the unknowing student.
 
“Oh, really?”, the teacher asked, eyeing Mary as she continued.
“Well, I’ll be happy to let you go, but first… can you please just step up in front of the class for a moment? I’d like some help setting a little example for the semester.”
 
Mary turned in her chair and looked over in fear as the girl cautiously rose from her seat and did as Miss Zi commanded, stepping up in front of the class and standing right beside her much smaller instructor.
 
“You see, students, the purpose of biology is to understand the way your body ticks and what you can do to make it tick.”, the teacher exclaimed, briefly rubbing her hand across the pregnant woman’s stomach as she spoke.
“For example, a woman like this needs an extra three-hundred calories every single day just to keep her little miracle of birth alive in her stomach. Meanwhile, I…”
 
“Do it just for fun.”
 
With little more warning than that, Zi grabbed the poor girl by the neck and leaned her backwards towards the ground; before anyone could say anything in protest, the pregnant girl’s head was already lodged firmly within the teacher’s mouth.
 
Most of the class gasped at the sight of such a brazen display; a girl or two stepped up and walked right out of the class, unknowingly marking themselves as prey down the line once Zi figured out who they were.
 
Mary, on the other hand, simply say and stared at the malicious act of her teacher; Zi’s eyes glared back at hers, a brief smile spreading across her lips before her prey’s baby bump disappeared down her throat.
 
In less than a minute, the bright and cheery young woman had been reduced to nothing more than a squirming bulge jutting out from Miss Zi’s comically-distended midsection, a crude-
 
*BURP*
 
-sealing her fate as the predator reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes, allowing herself to take out a stick and light one as her prey’s muffled cries for help echoed throughout the silent classroom.
 
“Notice how she squirms around, think- *URP* -thinking she can escape…”, Zi continued, a loud-
 
*BUORP*
 
-escaping from between her lips and stopping the girl’s protests for a split second before she continued.
“It doesn’t matter HOW much she squirms or whatever excuse that empty little slut head of hers can try to think up, there’s only one way she’s getting out. Only one way ANYBODY gets out is out…”
 
Zi turned around, presenting her pillowy ass to the class in all of its denim-clad glory.
 
“The back.”, she said with a toothy grin before looking back at her still stunned class.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t like a woman with a little curve? Well, get used to it. In this class, you listen to what I say because that is how the world works. Do it right and you live. Do it wrong and, well…”
 
Just as she did before, Miss Zi strutted her stuff right up towards Mary, this time making the students around her dodge out of the way as the pred’s gut shook this way and that.
 
“I’m sure you all know the rest.”, she said smugly.
“How about you, Miss Mary? Any questions you might have to share with the class? Hmm?”
 
The star student was unphased as Miss Zi pushed her bloated stomach into Mary’s face, the screams of her victim falling on purposefully deaf ears before Zi backed off.
 
God knows what would’ve happened if Mary had reacted to any of that EXternally; INternally, she felt as if she could throw up.
 
“Shame.”, Miss Zi shrugged as she walked back in front of the class.
“I guess YOUR lesson will have to wait until after class.”
 
Before Mary could think long as to what her teacher meant, the petite Miss Zi placed her hands on top of her desk and pushed herself up, landing her plump butt directly on top of her desk and causing said desk to immediately crumple beneath her weight, a metal leg bending beneath her causing another loud gasp to emerge from the class.
 
“Does anyone ELSE feel like taking a trip to the bathroom?”, Miss Zi asked, drumming her fingers atop her stomach.
“It’ll help you graduate…”
 
The class remained quiet; even the other pred girl sat in uncomfortable silence.
 
“Good.”, Zi said in a disinterested way as she looked about the class.
“Now, with that little distraction out of the way…”
 
“Let’s get into the BORING stuff, shall we?”
 
~~~
 
The rush of the class leaving before their assigned time (given to them by Ms. Zi in order for her to digest her prey in peace) gave Mary the perfect cover to boot away from the classroom, walking a nervous step down the hall as she rushed to get back to her car and away from-
 
“Oh, Mary!”, came an all-too-familiar voice from behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
 
Not looking to tempt fate, Mary walked faster, only to be stopped by a sudden grip around her ankles; before she knew it, her face was on the floor, a leather whip was wrapped around her legs and the combined sounds of high heels and loud gurgling steadily getting closer to her.
 
“Were you really just about to walk away from your own teacher- your own professor without saying hello?”, Zi said as she walked beside her tied-up tease target.
“We’ve know each other for SO long and for you to just avoid me like I didn’t exist?! Come now…”
 
Miss Zi paused for a moment to turn around and promptly plant her fat figure directly onto Mary’s spine, causing her to groan in pain.
 
“You know better than to treat me like that.”
 
Mary fought as best she could from her position, but every which way she turned, her cruel teacher would only sit herself deeper and deeper into her back, bringing her closer and closer to literally being snapped in two.
 
“Look at you squirm.”, Zi said dismissively.
“See how well that worked for the tramp.”
 
The teacher emphasized her words with another drop of her ass atop Mary’s back, making sure to ram into her head just how much her pregnant prey had padded her out.
 
“You…”, Mary grumbled.
“I- you…”
 
“Look at you, stumbling over your own words like a child.”, Zi said before taking a glance at the cigarette in her hand.
“Here. Why don’t I help you relieve some of that stress?”
 
Try as she might, Mary could do little to stop the cruel teacher from pressing the hot cigarette directly into her forehead, sending a stinging burn coursing across her entire skull before Zi flicked the stick to the side and lit another one.
 
But not before wiping her finger across the open wound in Mary’s face and bringing the blood that tipped her hand onto her tongue.
 
“Ooh…”, Miss Zi cooed.
“I can taste how you feel. You’re… scared of me. Hehe. Good.”
 
“What are you doing here?”, Mary asked with an extra hard shove (not that it did much.)
 
“Same as you are; pursuing an education.”, Zi explained.
“That and it just feels so GOOD seeing you again after ALL these years. I recognized another one of your classmates too, but I’m not sure if you know them. Why don’t you two say hello?”
 
Before Mary could figure out what Miss Zi was talking about, the teacher lifted herself up off of her back and planted her butt right back down on top of her hands, sending pain wracking up her arms as she laid and gazed upon the magnificent posterior that sat before her.
 
As much as she hated to admit it, her fellow student did manage to add a TON onto her teacher’s ass (as did everyone else eaten by Zi, to be fair), each doughy cheek peeking out over the hem of her pants and giving the human head wedged between them some welcome company.
 
Yes, just as Zi described, another classmate of hers had taken the fatal plunge inside of the gluttonous teacher’s body, only to be stopped halfway there and paraded for the world to see; her eyes seemed desperate as they stared into Mary’s, her mouth covered with enough of the pants’ denim to stop her from talking back.
 
“Let’s just say our talk was much shorter than the one we’re having now.”, the teacher said casually as the worried face in her pants disappeared from view between her butt cheeks.
“But who gives a shit about her? She’s just another student. You, on the other hand… You were always my special case…”
 
As she spoke, Mary was shocked to see her teacher rise back to her feet; quickly, she ignored the pain in her hands and rushed back onto her feet, only to be slammed against the wall by the miniature Zi grabbing a hold of her neck.
 
“I’d love nothing more than to strangle the life out of you…”, Zi said with a tightening grip on Mary.
“Just so I know you’d rather be melting inside me than running away from where you REALLY belong…”
 
“I- I-“, Mary said worriedly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“
 
“Zhùkǒu!”, the teacher cursed as she pushed Mary against the wall.
“Don’t act like I’ve never caught you staring at my tits or just WAITING for the right moment to fondle my ass. You want me just like everyone else does, only you want me MORE. You want INSIDE of me, don’t you?”
 
Being beaten up THIS badly by her own teacher, the smaller woman’s hellish breath scorching her senses as she did so, Mary was a bit short of words at the moment, leaving her rather relived to see a gaggle of students enter the hallway about twenty or thirty feet away.
 
Zi thought, never letting go of her captive’s neck; getting sacked from her new job on the first day all because of one little nuisance wasn’t worth her time, even if they were the whole reason they got this job in the first place.
 
“You tell ANYONE about this, I’m making sure you WATCH them die inside of me before I make you follow them.”, she growled before taking another puff of her cigarette and walking away, leaving Mary to gasp for air as she collapsed to the floor.
 
All at once, her mind raced with ideas, clinging and clanging back and forth, trying desperately to find some way out of the curse Ms. Zi had just “gifted” her with.
 
To walk about, day after day, knowing that she wouldn’t live to see the end of the semester…
 
That she’d cursed the rest of her class with the presence of a dangerous, deadly, domineering woman-
 
No; monster might’ve been a better word.
 
She hadn’t even been eaten yet and Mary already felt that her life now belonged to Zi.
 
No matter where she went, there she’d be, eager to snap her like a twig before adding her to the multitude already padding her MILFy body.
 
How could she escape? WAS there an escape?
 
Either way, she either had the rest of the semester or TOMORROW to figure out what to do.
 
What a fun semester this was going to be.
 
~~~
 
An evil cackle emanated from the women’s restroom as Ms. Zi scrolled through Mary’s social media, the digested remains of her prey plopping into the toilet bowl as she did so.
 
There was a sick joy she found in destroying those beneath her, and simply seeing her student’s social media posts grow more despondent and dark immediately after their encounter today brought the longest grin she’d had on her face this whole week.
 
“Good to know you miss me.”, the teacher cooed to herself as her fingers blazed across the phone.
“I missed you, too.”
 
The brief feeling of a rib cage, cracked into pieces from its time inside of Zi’s stomach, passing through her intestines instilled Zi with a horny enough energy to leave comment after comment underneath Mary’s posts, threatening to devour her family, her friends, anyone who dared to save her from the villainous teacher’s torment.
 
Before she could leave more threatening messages on the girl’s posts, however, a few loud-
 
*BANH BANG BANG*
 
-came upon the door of the bathroom stall; a ruckus being caused by a student, unaware of the beast that may just beyond that door.
 
“God, will you hurry up in there?”, the girl yelled.
“All the other toilets are broken.”
 
Zi’s stomach growled as she stared up at the door with a look of murderous intent; with her bowels now rid of her meaningless prey…
 
A part of her was starting to feel a little hungry.
 
Already setting her plan into motion, she casually tossed the cell phone over the door of the stall, causing it to land on the floor behind the bratty student; she turned to see what it was.
 
The stall door banged open faster than the girl could react, knocking her down to the ground as Miss Zi raised her heel to the handle of the toilet and flushed.
 
Wouldn’t wanna be leaving TOO much of a mess on the first day of school.
 
The bratty girl groaned in pain as she writhed about on the floor, only to scrunch up even more once Miss Zi’s heel jammed itself directly into her stomach.
 
“This fast enough for you?”, she quipped her sitting herself down atop the poor girl’s head, burying her face in her tantalizingly plush butt cheeks before her top half popped into her intestines with a sickening-
 
*SHLICK*
 
From there, it was the standard routine; the teacher didn’t even bother to taunt as her helpless prey was sucked up to her shoulders onto her intestines.
 
Then her chest…
 
Then her stomach…
 
Then her waist…
 
The poor girl was nearly up to her ankles in woman before the bored pred noticed her butt snack’s cell phone lying on the floor beside her, its screen lighting up with a call from a contact labeled “Mom.”
 
Just what she needed to pick the mood up a bit.
 
With a yawn, the teacher reached down and answered the phone, a stray-
 
*BURP*
 
-blowing out of her mouth before she even bothered to talk.
 
“Hello?”, she asked.
“Oh! I’m sorry, but I’m afraid your daughter is a bit too BUSY at the moment to answer her phone.”
 
Her prey’s feet popped into her ass, a single sneaker avoiding its owner’s hellish fate by skipping off of her foot and falling to the floor at the last minute.
 
Zi made sure to step on it as she approached the bathroom mirror, just for good measure.
 
“Yes, she is currently…”, the teacher continued, stopping occasionally to help her prey along by tightening her core and pulling her food deeper inside of her.
“Making her way through my intestines, bathing herself in what’s left of some old teaching hag and a pregnant little girl I ate in the middle of my class.”
 
Much like she expected, the mother on the other end was starting to panic; perfect.
 
“Oh, don’t worry.”, Zi reassured.
“She won’t last very long…”
 
That just sent the mother over the edge; even better.
 
“Alright…”, she sighed.
“Why don’t I have her tell you?”
 
At that, the evil teacher pressed the phone against her bloated stomach, gifting the mother on the other end of the line the muffled sounds of her daughter being burned alive within the predator’s guts before bringing the phone back up to her face.
 
“I love it when they squirm, don’t you?”, Zi asked in a rather affectionate tone before the mother’s cries of distress brought a sadistic idea to her head.
“Oh, I’m sorry; you must not have heard it. Here, let me help you…”
 
With little more warning than that, Zi lifted the phone above her head and dropped it into her mouth, sending the device down her gullet with a single swallow.
 
“Duōme kělián.”, she said as she pulled another cigarette out and began to light it.
“You’re lucky I don’t know where your mother is; she’d be getting what’s left of you STRAIGHT down her throat if I did.”
 
If anything, her threats only caused her prey to scream and cry more; guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree…
 
“Shut UP!”, she barked through gritted teeth, her bite nearly chewing through her cigarette.
“You just lost your squirming privileges.”
 
With a snap of her fingers, the ruthless predator stared down at her stomach as the prey within it began to melt down at an incredible pace; a puff of smoke blew out of her nostrils as her breasts soon outgrew her stomach, her eyes drifting from her growing curves and the knowing death of an arrogant prick at her hands to a gasp from behind her.
 
Zi turned to see another schoolgirl, backpack held tightly to her side, staring right back at her; while her poofy hair looked like a nice chew toy, the teacher wasn’t having it with ANY more students today.
 
“What the hell are YOU looking at?”, she barked at the girl, who quickly ran into the bathroom stall and locked the door out of fear.
 
Justifiable, to say the least.
 
Zi breathed a deep breath now that another nuisance had been gotten rid of, only to find another one as soon as she did so; with an audible-
 
*SHRIP*
 
-her orange top tore along the top thanks to her improved bust, giving her quite the impressive cleavage window if she chose to wear this shirt again which, of course, she didn’t.
 
This dead teacher’s clothes weren’t her color, anyway.
 
“Bèn jiàoshī hé tāmen de yōng yīfú a…”, Zi grumbled to herself as she ripped the clothing off of her chest and crumpled it up into a woolen ball.
“Here!”
 
Zi tossed the ruined shirt over the stall door, causing it to land directly onto the student’s lap.
 
“Have a little tease for what you’ll be padding out later.”, the teacher called as she walked toward the door.
“Keep up that staring and I’ll be happy to have you right beside every sorry little bitch who ever tried sizing me up.”
 
At that, one more hellish-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-echoing down the hall signaled that Miss Zi had finally left the restroom.
 
The poofy-haired girl peeked out of the bathroom stall, her ears picking up on sounds on conflict a few yards away; clearly the teacher continuing her conquest even as she walked out of the building.
 
And that poor girl thought her Spanish lit. class would be hard this year…