Sit tight

You are **** to "sit tight" fully at the mercy of Claudette until she was able to let you out. You felt her getting out of her car and felt her belly jiggle as she jogged to class. "Sorry, no time to let you out hold on until the second period" she whispered to you. "And try not to move, it is distracting enough feeling like I'm pregnant without you pressing on my most sensitive areas when you move. " She advised.

You were able to stay still, for the most part, a Claudette taught Maths. You tried to listen to the lesson but found her voice muffled by the gurgling of her bowls, the beating of her heart and her breathing. You sat there naked, inside your teacher's womb clutching your backpack. Liquid started to pool below you sealed in by the tightly closed cervix. "Oh God, what is happening." You thought. "Is her womb going to digest you? Are you going to regress into her baby? Will the womb just fill and you'll drown? What should you do." Your mind raced with questions. If she digested you, then you would probably reform. You had heard of female predators who could vore people with their pussy. Was this it?

As the puddle grew you shuffled back to stay out of it as long as you could. If you could avoid digestion you would due to the pain and uncertainty.

"Ahhha" Claudette moaned as you moved inside her.

"Er, Mrs Hedley are you alright." You heard a voice ask from outside.

"Ur, oh I'm fine, thanks Marly" Claudette responded. But as the pool continued to grow you moved again. "Quiet down in their." She whispered to you.