Kick once.

You push your leg out deliberately, slowly, and purposefully and hear him laugh. “I am glad; I have never actually digested someone, though I must confess, it very much turns me on.”

You feel him moving and feel his stomach squeezing you more. You are unsure what he is doing, but shortly afterwards, you hear and feel him moan. The idea he is getting off on digesting you turns you on all the more, and you go back to pleasing yourself. Fingering your now sensitive cunt, squeezing your breasts, burnt with acids.

His moans seem muffled as he continues to please himself, and you shudder through another orgasm, shaking in pleasure as you beg. “Yes, please, make a meal of me.” Slowly the tingling becomes an erotic burning as you continue to shudder in sick pleasure.

After several more minutes, you notice your skin feels strange and slimy and shudder again at the realisation that the acids have done their job. Your skin was melting, and still, you pleased yourself. Mr Deverou was also; his moaning was coming fast, and you knew he would cum soon.

Just as you were about to orgasm again, you felt your teacher’s whole body tense and tilt your head back in pleasure. As you do, you feel a hot liquid streaming in from his throat, bathing you. You shudder in orgasm as you realise he must have been blowing himself and that you were coated in his cum.

You open your mouth, swallowing some of his load as it continues to pour in, slowly filling his stomach with his cum. The burning lessens as his cum dilutes his stomach acids, and then you feel him relax. “That was the most powerful orgasm of my life,” he says loudly. “I want you to remain in my stomach as long as possible.”

“Please,” you beg him, not knowing if he can hear you. “Please leave me here as long as you like.”

A few more moments pass, and you hear a soft plop, followed by another and then feel something land on your chest. With some difficulty, as moving had become problematic in the confined space, you pick it up. A tablet that fizzes in your hand and the acids around you. “Oh God, antacids, you want this to be slow.” More tablets fall into his stomach, and you guess he must have downed an entire pack.

You lie there as the acids are neutralised until you sit in barely acidic slime filled with cum. “Thank you, human,” he says, and you realise he still doesn’t know your name. You just did the most erotic thing you could ever think of, and he only thought of you as human meat to eat.

You continue to please yourself as he goes about his day; you hear some people laughing and wonder if he told them about how you offered to be digested. Throughout the rest of the day, he continues to take antacids and gulp air for you. Hours pass as your body cramps from not moving except for your orgasms.

At some point, you nap, exhausted and infinitely satisfied. You wake to him speaking to you again. “I have just finished a shower and will be sleeping soon. If you want out, now is your last chance; by morning, the air and acids will have done their job.”

You shudder in pleasure before pushing your leg out slowly and purposefully again. You hear him moan and shudder. “Good night, little meal.”

You don’t know how he managed to sleep with you masturbating inside him, but he must have, as the air grew thinner and the acidity increased. All the while, you fingered yourself and pulled at your sloughing flesh. As you struggled to remain awake from the lack of air, you pulled at your nipple and felt it pull away from your breast.

You moan and quickly pop it into your mouth, consuming yourself as Mr Deverou consumed you. And then you drifted off into sleep, dreaming erotically of you being eaten by the sexy, giant dicked zebra.