When Bug transferred to Crystal Prep Academy, she quickly learned that the proud institution represented everything she detested about the school system. The sales pitch of an enriching establishment for the gifted and talented to flourish little more than ego-stroking scholastic spiel, as in truth enrolment depended more on how big Daddy’s pocketbook was than actual academic ability. This elite status creating an air of pedigree, though in truth it just gave the majority of the students an entitled sense of snooty self-superiority, which in combination with the snobby cliques and overly competitive attitude from both the overbearing teachers and bitchy schoolmates created a truly insufferable learning environment.

Thankfully the grey glutton was not particularly pressured by the fettering formality and unrealistic expectations that those around her seemed obsessed with, which was probably for the best, seeing as the dour devourer’s notorious appetite would devastate both her waistline and the local population if she decided to start comfort eating. This cool composure only carried so far though, and though the slate snarfer started strong, she didn’t even make it to the end of the first day before she peckishly decided to partake in one of her pompous peers. Not like Bug hadn’t tried to play nice, but Varsity Trim had instantly rubbed her the wrong way when she had condescendingly attempted to correct the mardy entomologist during an otherwise uneventful higher biology class focusing on animal behaviour.

The geeky cunt’s addition to the conversation just blatantly wrong, as insects and arachnids both expressed gregarious behaviour, but that didn’t stop the woman from speaking her answer to the question with a foolish nerve completely saturated in the cocky belief that she knew better than her state schooled classmate. An additional snide comment when the lecturer agreed with Bug enough to seal her fate, as at that point the gray glutton decided that the pretentious Poindexter would look better as a squirming swelling in her stomach well on her way to graduating with a scholarship to the school’s septic tank. Afterall in the grand scheme of things good grades didn’t really mean much once the eaten egghead was gurgling in her gut, as intelligent lady lunchmeat digested no differently than any other food once confined to the churning care of Bug’s well-versed digestive system.

With the ravenous choice to consume Varsity made, all it took was a window of opportunity during lunch period to present itself, for Bug to happily take the excuse to indulge in a filling serving of stuck-up feminine flesh instead of the unpalatable options on the cafeteria menu. The assertive predator ignoring the bland taste of her victim’s starchy school uniform, as the off taste of the formal fabric did little to deter the comeuppance of consumption. Ponies not tending to wear clothes, but Bug had quickly adapted to the annoying modesty wrappers during her short stint in the human world, and she had even adapted her wardrobe to compliment her hungry habits.

Bug’s choice of outfit selection leaving her on the judging end of some uptight glares from some of her more snooty classmates due to her not adhering to the approved and appropriate dress code that the academy “strongly” recommended in the student handbook. Of course, the experienced woman-eater knew that she needed her garb to be airy and loose, otherwise, the restrictive material would be too tight and would tear in the process of snuggly stretching to accommodate the lively lump of a protesting passenger. Because of these past encounters, the whole affair only lasted the space of a few strong swallows, before with a satisfied burp Bug was picking some stray strands of frizzy purple hair from her teeth with the temple tip of her meal’s glasses.

Varsity’s entire existence reduced to a stray shoe, and a suspiciously-shaped swelling sagging Bug’s pudgy middle, as the grey glutton let out a pleased sigh and pressed her bulging belly firmly against the cool flatness of a nearby wall. The slate snarfer using the sturdy surface to help subdue the frantic squirming worming within her engorged middle, allowing her to savour the shuddering wriggles of her educated snack in the short time it took her distraught dinner to burn through her limited air supply. Bug well used to carrying for two, but even so, she couldn’t help but enjoy the quaking fuss shivering against her tender insides, even if she knew the fun feeling was fleeting. The wolfed-down woman already tucked up tight, and if the moody muncher’s track record was any indication she would be done baking into a bowel movement sometime around 6th period.

Bug just letting out another moist “URP”, as she was suddenly hit with a wave of lethargia, as her distended tummy prepared to process all the nutritious protein, she had greedily gifted it. A smug smirk spreading over Bug’s lips, as a bemusing thought mirthfully crept into the full woman’s mind in the afterglow of her carnivorous conquest. The idea of gloating to her grub passing the grey glutton’s mind, but in a way, she thought it more humiliating to ignore the muffled bleating of her struggling supper and hold her often sharp tongue. The stifled squeals of the marinating dweeb stewing in her stomach soon drowned out by the gurgling groans of the gut gearing up to grind her down into a meaty mush, as even now the Bug’s nerdy treat’s desperate twitching was starting to lose its steam. The quaint quivering of her heavy helping languishing within the entombing embrace of the claustrophobic gastric chamber, as Varsity was rendered down into a liquidating load of her more useful base components, leaving Bug to wonder how long into her next lesson it would be before she was belching up her bratty banquet’s last breath…..

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It was little surprise that Bug's first day at Crystal Prep would end with a bulge in her belly. In this case, a snobby nerd named Varsity Trim decided to try and correct the slate snarfer on a subject she was knowledgeable on, prompting the peckish predator to indulge in some geek grub, hopefully, she is not too fattening....

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This image of a engorged Bug was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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