You straighten your tie in your rearview mirror as you arrive at the school. There are very few words to describe just how uneasy it is you feel about going in to teach at the elementary school. Grade school girls tend to be immature and impulsive and are often curious about their vore abilities. While they tend to find boys their own age to be icky, they’re known to swoon after young adult males, like yourself. Somehow you just have this feeling that by the end of the day your remains will be clogging up one of the girl’s bathrooms in the school. You feel your pants tighten with this thought which, of course, brings you great embarrassment. You’re not a pedophile, you have no idea why it is that your body reacts that way to the thought of being digested by a little girl (or any girl for that matter), but you just know that it’s going to be a feeling that’s going to distract you a lot today.
You walk in to the main office to find out where you’re going to be filling in that day. Usually they only call in a student teacher when one of the male teachers gets eaten (or otherwise vored) by one of the students, so you know it will be an interesting class. You check the school’s master schedule and see that you’re assigned to…
