You consider, knowing that Lauren will also bolt if you even so much as try to move at a faster pace, plus you have no clue on how your foot will hold up, so you keep hobbling, playing it up slightly, hoping that she'll take such bait, allowing you to survive this race. You slowly inch further and further along the grass, Lauren stopped in contempt for your situation, taunting you as you inch closer and closer to the finish line. Despite your injury, you can still move ever so slowly. You even overtake Lauren, as she still looks in front of her, still smugly smiling. You are still worried she has a trick up her sleeve, but you at this point are too stressed to care. You hobble forward ever so slightly towards the finish line, you feel more and more confident that maybe, just maybe Lauren may let you accidentally win, with the finish line in front of you by mere meters now. But before you can conjure any more thoughts, you see something speed past your side, kicking up dust as it speeds along. As the dust clears, you see Lauren standing on the finish line, still giving you the smug smile that she was before, now with drool dribbling down her face, now anticipating the meal you are going to become for her. You keep hobbling, hoping maybe deep down Lauren will have some sympathy for your situation.
"Well Mr. Troy, it looks like I win!" Lauren exclaims, excitement obvious with the lack of stillness prevalent, even more salvation coming from the young girl's mouth, as she continues
"Looks like I get to eat you then Mr. Troy!"
You attempt to appeal, however
"Come on Lauren, you think it's fair you won off my injury?" trying to conjure the most pain-staked face that you could, but Lauren seems not to care, quickly crushing your hopes by telling you
"Well, that's unlucky for you Mr. Troy, looks like god wanted me to eat you too!" You attempt to think of some solution to this problem, but it seems impossible, Lauren already too eager to consume you. Your foot, while not as bad as it was out on the race track, still hurt, hindering your chances of being able to successfully flee, as well as you're sure that you'd never be able to come back to the premises, something that the dean of your university would never allow to happen, lest she is the one to eat you. No matter how the situation played out, you know that you won't survive. Your foot has gone and lost you the race, there for your life, as you give in and tell Lauren "Oh well then. You won, get this over with, eat me."
As if on command, Lauren rips off your clothing, leaving you in nothing but your boxers, as she shoves you over, grabbing your feet, shoving them into her slavering maw. Usually, you'd expect that it'd take a while for someone as young and inexperienced as Lauren much longer to eat someone than say someone your age, but despite this assumption, her pure want of you, makes her able to gobble you up at a speed you were not expecting. Before you can even know what's going on, Your feet are already traveling down Lauren's throat, your legs quickly following in as well, while you can feel Lauren's tongue scrounging around your flesh, taking in whatever flavors from your body she can. You feel your body go deeper and deeper into the young predator's gaping maw, as she savors your flavor, sucking you down furiously. The situation is scary to you, all your life you have avoided death through consumption, yet here you are caving into a little girl that beat you in a running race unfairly, yet you are somewhat willing to accept the fate that has presented itself to you. You even quicker descend into the salivating maw, your navel having now slipped into Lauren's mouth, as you can hear light moans coming from the young girl. No later than a minute into eating you, Lauren's mouth already resides at the top of your nipples, quickly beginning to close around your neck. You begin to panic, your fight or flight responses after all this time kicking in, however, the depth of which you reside within the young girl's digestive tract leaves no room for struggling, restricting you to a lack of movement, something extremely annoying when attempting to flail. As Lauren covers your ears in her drooling cave, the last sound you hear is that of laughter, as the girls laugh at your current predicament, while whimpers come from the young boys, knowing most likely this shall be their fate one day as well. Your eyes are encompassed by Lauren's mouth as you see the girls pointing at you, while the boys become as white as sheets from fear, yet you still no longer care for the last parts of your body are removed from the outside world as Lauren's teeth snap shut, shrouding you in an otherworldly darkness. You can no longer see, yet you feel as your body is massaged towards Lauren's stomach, which as you descend grumbles louder and louder, eagerly awaiting you to be fully within the digestive chamber.
Eventually, your full body is within Lauren's stomach, but you have lost care, you sit there, waiting for the inevitable at this point. To you, it seems silly, but you now know that you lost, you finally lost, and to an elementary school age girl too. After who knows how long, acids begin to chew away at your flesh as you decay within the digestive chamber. Eventually, the foot that caused this entire mess is melted away into nothingness. You are frustrated, which makes you try even harder to escape your fate, even though you bear very little chance now. You hear belches as the oxygen of your enclosure is being expulsed by your predator, and the combination of your flesh melting before your very eyes as well as the lack of oxygen eventually leads you to finally pass out once more, never to awake again.
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While everyone was hyped for Lauren's victory, and her now huge belly containing their teacher, the class quickly fell into utter chaos, as the girls chased the boys around the oval repeatedly, for what could be assumed obvious reasons. The ruckus was so hard that it couldn't even compare to how it was before troy had come in to take the class. By the time any other teacher had come to check on how the class was going, every boy was gone, and while a couple had successfully fled the grounds, near all of the boys had ended up with the same fate as Troy. The teacher was quickly alerted to the situation, how troy had lost the race and she had won the right to eat him. The class had to be excused from school for the rest of the day, a little too hard to concentrate when everyone's stomach is full of young boys. As Lauren goes about digesting Troy, she makes sure to tell everyone about her success, family, and friends especially. Troy is broken down over a number of days, a large meal such as himself without acids being aggravated take some time, over this time Lauren repeatedly reminisces about how full and how wonderful the teacher tasted. About a week after consuming Troy, Lauren's body had finally finished processing him, leaving no trace of his life beyond a few extra centimeters and a pudgy belly.
"Mommy, I think I need to let Mr. Troy out now" she winces, as she quickly rushes to the toilet, relieving herself of Troy's remains, bones very much visible from the lack of practice. Lauren, though this event became one of the most lethal predators in regards to being a young adult, consuming them where possible, but she always remembers the amazing taste of the first teacher she ate, Troy Geralt...
