“ I guess I’m don’t know what to do?” You say shivering at a loss. Your coach stares at you. Then sighs “Welp I guess if you don’t have a plan we can do mine.” He picks you up and places you sitting in the edge of his kitchen table “ really wish we coulda had some fun but a student without a plan is a student without a passing grade.”

He gives your cheek a lick “I don’t like failing students boy, in fact I can say I never had, they always seem to go missing you see. And I always seem to gain a few pounds.” You panic and try to get off the table to run but you feel your teacher get you in a bear hug, or boar hug? “ uh uh uh, no getting out of this boy you were warned and now your dinner.” You hear a small ah as your teacher brings his maw down on your head and your vision goes mostly dark except for light coming from the bottom near you neck. You feel you feet leave the ground as your coach lifts you up and begins to swallow you down. Your head slides into his throat and your shoulders enter his jaws. you feel your nipples be lightly scraped by his fangs and you feel his young bathe your back. He seems to Moan as your flavor fills his mouth.another swallow and your belly is stuffed into his greedy jaws. The Two pillowy cheeks of your butt are laying in the front of his mouth and the young begins to explore new territory. You squirm and begin to feel a suckling on your wiener. You gasp and begin to undulate with his tounge now masturbating you as you slide further to your doom. You are about to burst when he stops suddenly and swallows forcefully. Taking you down further in his gullet you calves and feet sticking out of his mouth like a comedy panel in a carton strip. You curse him as you feel him chuckle at your denial. Another gulp and your bare feet enter his jaws you feel the cool air of the kitchen be sealed away as he closes his jaws around your toes. Your feet stay in his mouth a while and you feel him sucking on them, his tounge moving between your toes and up and down your soles. It feels good to be honest even if he’s just doing it to extract as much flavor as he can from you. You think to yourself how you probably could have licked his feet or something, that probably would have kept you unmasticated, but it likely would have also been gross as hell if his armpits were that pungent you can’t imagine how bad his foot hygiene would be. Maybe you dodged a bullet by being his
Meal.

He tips his head up and makes one final gulp. You slide always down and soon find yourself curled up in a loose sack of flesh. It smells horrible and a bit like you, you wonder if maybe you and him had similar hygiene habits when you realize that’s not your highest concern as you are now boar chow. Destined to digest in his belly and end up pudge on your teach.

Your coach however is more jovial as he swallows his meal. “ heh you were delicious boy, I’m tempted to spit you back up just to eat you again, but that would mean I wouldn’t have to feeling of you in my gut squirming around like you got any kind of hope” he rubs his belly and you feel being petted from outside of the flesh sack “ shame your fat ass couldn’t be bothered to try at all in my class, I ain’t such a bad guy you know. Yeah I wanted to eat you the moment I saw you but to be fair that’s a lot of you little bastards” *BURAAAAP* “ scuse me! You though, you didn’t even try, didn’t dress for half these classes because you were shy, didn’t run the mile because you were tired, then I found you hiding in the track pit to try and get out of it. I was a chubby kid too, had the same issues but hell I didn’t pull the kind of crap you did.” He sighs and jostles his belly as you think about how you acted in class “you still there?, oh well maybe you were just too lazy, well you know the saying ‘the quick gator gets the lazy kid’ but this boar is full now and gettin tired, so you digest up nice and easy, try not to give me gas would ya?” He give his boy filled gut a few hardy slaps and leans back I’m a chair dozing off. Soon you find yourself with little air and itchy skin, though in a few more hours all that would be in the belly of the boar man would be a few bones simmering in a nutrient soup that was once a lazy fat kid, along with a shiny skull stripped of its meat that the coach would belch up upon waking and playing with his new belly fat. With a chuckle he’ll carry it to a shelf over his fire place and set it there with your collar after retrieving it from your non digestible remains. With a chuckle and a sigh he’d return to work tomorrow, along with an excuse on where you went, and his sights at on another underachiever soon to be lunch, maybe he’d get creative next time add some condiments maybe invite Mr. Burr for a student barbecue.