"I-I don't want to digest!" you exclaimed.
"Well, I've gotta punish naughty students." she said, "You just couldn't be patient."
"Please!" you said, with a tear in your eye, "I'm your student! ...There's more I could learn!"
"The only thing you need to learn is to accept your role as my meal." she said.
Sobbing, you throw punches and kicks at the walls of your teacher's belly. All she does is moan in response, making you cry even more. You don't like the fact that your teacher only thinks of you as food or that she's being turned on by your struggles. The stomach acid starts stinging your skin and then you realize, you are slowly melting away. You scream, cry, and try to reason with her some more but eventually realize that too much of you has been digested for her to let you out. You end up being nothing more than food for your teacher. What a sad life.
