By: vormon

You very selflessly decide to not interrupt Shelby's class for the sake of your miserable life. Either that or you pragmatically reason that pissing off the only one who might help you is unwise. No matter what your reasoning, you decide to merely move about every so often to remind Shelby of your presence.

Things shift briefly after the first kick, and you think you've made progress. The wooden board in your back is gone, and so is the sound of the pencil writing. Nothing else changes though, so you experimentally kick again. There's no perceptible response. This doesn't seem to be going anywhere. You try to punch this time, and hear a low moan in response. Okay...?

Unbeknownst to you, Shelby is enjoying your movements. She's no stranger to hauling a jiggling, student-filled belly to class, and is used to paying them minimal mind while focusing on the content of the class. Your struggles fail to attract enough attention for her to devote conscious thought to your predicament. Although she has reflexively shifted so that the desk isn't jabbing into her gut and although her hands now gently massage your body, her mind is otherwise engaged and to her body you're just another meal.

You continue your strategy but to no avail. The only response is an occasional sound of pleasure from Shelby. The back of her mind realizes that something living is in her tummy, and although the squirms are pleasant she needs nutrients to compensate for her missed breakfast. The stomach is given the green light. Digestive fluids fill more and more of your space until you are suddenly submerged. Your body is shifted back and forth as digestion really starts to begin in earnest.

You start to legitimately struggle near the end, but it's of course too late. Shelby closes her eyes and sinks her fingers into her stuffed belly as you fight for your life. It's a foregone conclusion. You don't win.

Class was almost over. While the material covered hadn't been particularly fascinating, Shelby had enjoyed herself. She had had a particularly active breakfast, although by now it was settled. Her belly looked almost the same, but she pressed it in a couple of places and it yielded slightly. Not very much, but enough for her to conclude most of the fun was over. Gently putting her hand to her stomach, Shelby opened her mouth.

"Burp." That was a little bit better. What a taste, as well. It reminded her of... of... that girl she was mentoring. That girl... that girl that she'd left in her stomach for the whole class!

"Oh no, oh no." Shelby muttered to herself, pressing her fists into her gut. It yielded with the *glurp* sound of a thick liquid being displaced. "That poor little girl. I accidentally digested her. Shit."

She rubbed her belly one more time as a sort of tribute to her student who was being broken down inside, then she hurried to her next class. "At least she ended up in a good girl like me." Shelby thought as she felt her stomach start to drain into her bowels, "If I wasn't watching out for her, she could be digesting inside some stupid bitch right now."