Stop squirming and enjoy being digested.

As you sat in Mr Deverou’s gullet, you were panting in arousal, the acids slowly tingling your skin. You didn’t know how long it had been but thought the class couldn’t last much longer.

You shuddered again. Were you really doing this? You thought to yourself. Considering letting yourself be digested?

You slowly fingered and squirmed, convincing yourself that if you changed your mind, you could always kick your leg out again. You breathed deeply, relishing the sensations. Never would you have thought you would be getting off on being digested.

After several minutes, that felt like an eternity. You hear Mr Deverou belch, followed by him saying something and the muffled sound of laughter. You wait for him to swallow more air, but he didn’t; several minutes pass, and you start to feel lightheaded, elated and realise that he thinks you are already dead. You moan loudly, trying not to shake as you cum again, and moments later, your teacher gulps in some more air.

You couldn’t be sure if you were relieved or disappointed, but then you heard the school bell, indicating the end of class.

Still, Mr Deverou left you in his dark and confined stomach as his acids continued to process you as nothing more than a piece of meat. After several minutes you hear him speaking loudly, though muffled through his flesh. “I think you are enjoying this human,” he says, “If you wish to stay there, I will please myself through lunch as I digest you. Kick once if you want me to digest you, twice if you want me to release you.”

You lay there, curled up in his stomach for the longest time, again questioning your sanity before you…