Sorcery School Swallowing Session

Prim raced down the hall, clutching her spellbook to her flat chest. Her messy chin-length silver hair was still wet with saliva from her last run-in with one of her classmates, and the clumps of hair kept flapping against her sensitive ears as she ran, providing an annoying reminder of her standing at Glassdale Academy with every plap.

It was utterly unfair. Prim was the strongest and fastest girl her age in her village - a village of mighty elven heroines and their descendants! Her own mother had devoured mighty lamiae on many occasions! And just because she was short and scrawny, people thought she was an easy snack. And sure, some of them had gotten her hands on her, even gotten their mouths on her - but only if she was distracted at her locker or trying to get to class, and she'd managed to get out every time. Wasn't that enough to prove her skill?

She was going to have to do something really cool to prove to everyone that she was dangerous. Then they'd stop messing with her. But first, she had to make it to Sound of Magic on time and not get herself eaten...

The name "Colette Enders" glimmered in the air at the front of the room as Prim skidded to a stop. A brunette human woman of middling height with a generous backside was distributing scrolls to the rows of students, looking away from Prim as she slipped into the room. She tried to sneak past the teacher to an open seat, but Professor Enders' ears perked, and she straightened.

"My, my, Miss Adelaide, you're late to our first class!" Professor Enders chided, pulling out her heart-shaped golden pocketwatch and popping it open to show it to Prim.

It's 9:03 AM. Barely even late! Prim stuck out her tongue, dramatically throwing herself down in her chair. "Humans are always in such a rush. Just because some nobody human is going to die soon in some gut doesn't mean I have to run everywhere."

There was some whispered chatter from the other students that Prim's sensitive ears couldn't help but pick up.
"Already picking a fight with a professor? At Glassdale?"
"And Professor Enders, even!"
"A little runt with an attitude like that is definitely not gonna survive the day."

For her part, Professor Enders raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. She merely finished distributing the scrolls to the other students before returning to Prim and giving her the scroll marked Primrose Adelaide. "Primrose, since you're late and have been rather rude to me so far, I think I'd like you to, ahem... be my assistant for today's demonstration."

"Happily," Prim huffed, puffing out her chest. This is my chance to show off! I'm too good for this class anyway. Whatever baby spells she wants me to cast, I'll cast them with style! "And by the way? No one calls me Primrose. A tough girl like me? My name's Prim."

"Oh, well, as you like, of course," Professor Enders said, her eyebrows raised again. She pointed to a spot beside herself at the front of the room. "Prim it is, then. Come up here, please, Prim!"

Some of the class snickered, both at Prim's self-aggrandizing and at Professor Enders's reaction.
"Little Primrose has no idea what she's getting herself into, does she?"
"Seriously, I can't wait to hear her digesting tonight~"
"Smug brat is about to get what she deserves..."

Oh, I'm about to get what I deserve, Prim thought, scowling back over her shoulder at her classmates as she took her place beside Professor Enders, where the taller woman was pointing.

"Now, class. As some of you are aware, I have always said that, aha, the best way to learn is hands-on. So today, we will be demonstrating the most basic form of sound manipulation: amplification," Professor Enders explained, turning to face the rest of the class. "Once we have practiced with this simple sound-amplification spell I've handed out to each of you, we'll break the spell down to its principles."

Whatever. I know all this stuff. I don't even need the scroll to cast an amplification spell, Prim grumbled to herself. She took the opportunity to pay some close-up attention to the professor. Being short even among elves, Prim was over a head shorter than Professor Enders - and a fair bit less sturdy than the clearly-well-fed professor. Professor Enders's blouse buttons and belt buckle strained - she'd eaten recently enough that she hadn't gotten her clothes retailored since the last time she fed. That was dangerous to see. But it was not too important to her situation. She didn't particularly like the way the class were talking about her, but this professor wasn't going to try to eat her. ... Right?

A warm hand suddenly closed around Prim's wrist, drawing her vision downward to where she'd been grabbed.

"Well, then, class. It's time for some spells and swallows!" Professor Enders said with a cheerful smile, lifting Prim off the ground by her arm.

Prim's vision pulsed red as adrenaline rushed her veins. Oh, hell no. No fat-ass human is going to get the better of me!

Thinking quickly, Prim shoved her own hand into her mouth, up to the wrist - up to Professor Enders's wrist. And then she bit, hard. While Prim's weak teeth had no chance of breaking the skin, especially with her own hand in the path of her teeth, it was enough to startle Professor Enders into letting go of her wrist - at which Prim quickly yanked her own hand out of her mouth, landing spryly on her feet.

Her heart pounded as she stood with Professor Enders's hand in her mouth up to the wrist. Under any other circumstance, she would have spat out the predator's wrist and made a run for it. But with the eyes of the class on her and no one making any moves to stop her - even Professor Enders seemed too shocked by this unconventional tactic to put up much of a fight - it was the opportunity of a lifetime. She swallowed hard, her tongue pushing the professor's hand into her throat.

"M-Miss Adelaide!" Professor Enders yelped, jerking into motion abruptly. Her free hand went for Prim's face, trying to gain leverage to pull the other hand out. The surprise in her slack jaw suggested that she hadn't considered Prim to be any danger at all. "I believe you were made aware that attempting to swallow a teacher is, uh, um, grounds for digestion! O-On the spot!"

Prim guided the teacher's hand into her mouth, opening a bit wider to help it find its way inside. Oh, I know. Another swallow, and both of Professor Enders's arms were trapped in Prim's maw. But there's no punishment for succeeding~

The class was still dead silent, all watching with mouths agape as Prim fed the professor's arms into her mouth hungrily. The woman's skin had a smooth, creamy taste, savory and sweet and rich, like the fresh, warm milk from the Holstaurs back home, mixed with another flavor that Prim didn't recognize. The pleasant tingling made her lips curl upward as the professor's skin slid down her throat. That wasn't just any flavor - that was the taste of magic. Oh, I'm gonna get so much mana from digesting her!

"N-Ngh... P-Prim, please, stop with this silliness," Professor Enders pleaded, now bent over and digging in her heels to try to get more leverage against the tiny predator. But while she succeeded in lifting Prim off the ground, she made no progress in getting free - and now that her hands were inside Prim's stomach, holding up the tiny predator and lifting her a little with each squirm, Prim didn't have to drag her down to get at her face. "You know it's not possible for a predator of your small stature to- aaaaaahhhmmphh!"

The professor's face and hair made that other flavor stronger, perhaps carried by some kind of lotion, and now Prim could finally place it - it reminded Prim of the brownies one of the elven adventurers from her village had brought back home. Humans were always rubbing things on their bodies to try to achieve a fraction of the perfection elves could naturally possess. Did this human rub a brownie on her face, even knowing that it would make her even more delicious? But the milk flavor and the brownie flavor mixed wonderfully. Prim was in absolute bliss.

The world shifted - Professor Enders was straightening out, trying to get Prim off of her, which meant Prim was now upside down. Her lips twisted into a satisfied grin. As much as it was going to make her head swim before long, it meant gravity was on her side now. So long as she got all the way down her professor's body before the head-rush made her unable to think straight, Professor Enders was as good as hers.

And so Prim set to working her way down Professor Enders's body, nibbling over her breasts - sadly deprived of their taste, as the blouse was in the way. But so long as her teeth and tongue could grip the fabric, she could pull herself down, one gulp at a time.

As Prim approached her teacher's stomach, she could feel the world wobble and spin - Professor Enders was clumsily stumbling around blindly underneath her, forcing Prim to look up to make sure she wasn't about to bump into anything. The professor stumbled through the glowing illusion of her name, then stumbled back into her desk - dropping down onto it hard as her heavy rump kept her momentum going back. Wait, that's perfect! Prim pushed herself to swallow the fastest she'd ever swallowed, struggling to make it down her prey's hips before she realized what she'd done and stood up. It was no mean feat to surpass an ass like hers, but Prim was absolutely determined to try.

Much to her relief, she could reach the desk in order to hook onto it with her legs well before getting her lips all the way around the squirming professor's backside. She sat up on the desk, flipping the professor over - now her legs thrashed desperately in the air over Prim's small chest and huge (and still-growing) belly, kicking at nothing. And now Prim just had to stre-e-etch her jaw and...

gulp

Some of her classmates gasped or yelled as Prim swallowed and Professor Enders's rump was squeezed into her tight throat. That's right! Bet you feel stupid for making fun of me now, right? Prim thought. One was even whimpering like a kicked puppy. Hah. You're properly afraid now, as you should have been from the start!

Compared to that titanic ass, Professor Enders's legs were no problem at all. Though the pressure in Prim's stomach was definitely getting to an unbearable level as even Prim's experienced body and the school's vore-friendly enchanted uniform blouse struggled to contain the professor's comparatively huge body. As Prim's lips reached the professor's knees, she thought she was going to burst...

... but it was the blouse, not her body, that gave, an enormous kkrrRRIIIII­IIIIIYAAAAAP tearing through the air and the blouse alike. And then the pressure was relaxed. Hah! I knew I wasn't struggling with some normal ol' human! Prim thought, puffing out her chest. She reached up, prying off the teacher's shoes and tossing them aside before pushing her toes past her lips.

"Urf... And that's why you don't mess with Prim Adelaide," Prim said as she leaned back on the desk, grin smug and content. She rubbed her stomach lightly, squeezing the human inside. The pressure made it ache - Prim had to burp. She thumped her chest, trying to free the air. It came out in a long, low burp - suitably satisfying and humiliating for her prisoner. "hhhH­OOOO­AAAAAAAAAA­UUUUUUUUU­uuuuuuuurrrrp. Cause I'm more dangerous than I look!"

The other students didn't seem particularly intimidated, though. If anything, they seemed... annoyed? Confused? They were all scowling at her in their different ways.

"Wow, great, we didn't even get one class with her and you already ruined it," one of the girls near the front grumbled. "Nice work, Primrose."

Prim glared back at her. "Shut up!"

Professor Enders was speaking, but it was much too quiet for Prim to hear over the gurgling and sloshing sound of her own stomach. Prim tilted her head down, thinking a moment and composing a spell for amplification on the fly. "Guess we should show everyone how amplification works, huh?" She spoke the command word and pressed her hand to her belly.

"Impressive work, Prim," Professor Enders said. Her voice didn't sound strained or upset at all. "Both with swallowing me and with demonstrating amplification for the class! A truly remarkable achievement!"

"Wh... hey..." A pout unavoidably entered Prim's voice. "I ate you. Aren't you scared?"

Professor Enders chuckled. "It's clear you're a very talented young woman! Even if you decide to digest me-"

"I will!" Prim insisted, her hands balling into fists.

"Even then, it would be an honor to contribute to such a fine young mage's career, even if it's only as thigh padding!"

Prim's fists tightened. "This isn't how it's supposed to go. You're supposed to be afraid of me. You're supposed to beg me to let you out!"

There was some snickering from her classmates, some whispering and tittering between them. Prim's face was getting red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Well, retirement always comes eventually here at Glassdale!" It was actually getting worse. Professor Enders almost sounded cheerful about the prospect. "Class, this will be my last time teaching, so please treat your next professor with the same respect you'd give me! But while I'm still around, why don't each of you practice with that amplification spell I gave you?" Her voice cut out - she had counterspelled Prim's amplification spell.

Instead of calling for help, she- she made it so no one can hear her? What's wrong with her?! No one's going to take me seriously if even my meal doesn't...!

There was a rush of scraping and footsteps as the other students got to their feet and scrambled over to where Prim sat atop Professor Enders' desk - all jostling and pushing to try to get to Prim's belly with scroll in hand first.
"Out of the way! I want to do it!"
"We should do it alphabetically."
"First come first served!"

Having the class crowded around her was... something like respect, Prim supposed. But they weren't really paying her any mind. Their attention was mostly on the professor. And not even with concern for her safety. Like they didn't even care that Prim was going to digest her! Their favorite professor was just going to be a treat for Prim, and they were just treating it like a normal school day!
"I heard you never got eaten before, is that true?"
"She's not going to be able to reply in the runt's cramped little belly, someone has to use the spell first."
"Ugh, the runt got to be the first one to eat her? That sucks..."

Without asking for permission, a hand pressed against Prim's gut, and a clear, strong voice spoke the command word. Mana flowed into and through Prim's body, giving her a pleasant chill - maybe this wasn't so bad. She'd never had anyone other than herself cast spells on her before... it was nice. She closed her eyes, leaning back on the desk to indulge. If her classmates were just going to ignore her, then... well, it wouldn't be so bad if she just ignored them too and enjoyed this...

"Vanesse, very good!" Professor Enders said cheerfully. "You understood the spell right away without even having to practice it, I see! That's a rare talent, so you should be proud!"

Vanesse was obnoxiously pleased with herself - that shy little giggle was clearly masking a big head, Prim thought. "Thanks, I practiced on all of the spells you shared with us, even if I didn't understand them!"

I did it without even looking at your stupid scroll, Prim pouted. What about my rare talent...

A loud gurgle emanated from Prim's belly - amplified by Vanesse's spell. Stupid Vanesse didn't even target the spell to the professor's voice!

"Class, as you can hear from the increasing amounts of gas in here that are causing those gurgles and groans you hear, the stomach struggles to digest heavy plant fibers, like those in my clothes," Professor Enders informed the students. "Though struggle or not, it will certainly get, uh, it will certainly eat through them before long."

"Yeah, and then it's gonna eat through you," Prim growled.

Professor Enders laughed. Laughed! "Yes, well, that is what the stomach is best at - breaking down the meat and fat of my body! But you see, sound can teach you a lot about the world around you, so it is a very important part of your magical education!"

Stop acting like this was always part of your lesson! Prim lamented internally. Aloud, she merely grunted.

"Nn... I have to stop it now, Professor Enders," Vanesse whined. "I'm exhausted..."

Heh. Pathetic human, Prim thought, grinning smugly at Vanesse. Vanesse sulked back - even without hearing her thoughts, Prim's expression had made it clear enough, it seemed.

Professor Enders hummed. "Oh, of course - you did well, Vanesse. Let's see someone else do it, then!"

As the spell faded, what seemed like everyone in the class jostled and pressed to do the spell next. Many of them failed, sending shiver-inducing eddies of mana spinning through Prim's system.

But some succeeded, and the pressure of so many hands clumsily pressing on her stomach brought up a massive, bass-boosted, multiply-amplified BAA­OO­uuu­Uurp, sending a bundle of acid-stained cloth flying through the air. It landed with a hard thump - and as it settled, it was clear to Prim and all of her classmates that it was the professor's bra, which had gotten tangled in the chain of her pocketwatch in the churning stomach...

Immediately, Vanesse and a few of the other students that had been surrounding Prim rushed the ball of acid-eaten fabric, scrambling and grabbing for the pocketwatch - and the scrap of worthless fabric that it was attached to.

"Oh! Let me have it! I want something to remember meeting her by!"
"Give me that! My older sister listens to Spells and Swallows every week!"
"So? I listen to Spells and Swallows every week, right when it comes out! And then I listen to the old ones sometimes too! Screw your sister!"
"Sorry ladies! First come first served, just like I said before~"

Professor Enders didn't seem particularly bothered by this discussion, countering most of the amplification spells until only one was left. "Well, it seems like my clothes are gone now. I imagine I probably won't last to dinner today, so please, ask your questions now!"

"What the hell are they talking about?" Prim demanded. "What is Spells and Swallows?"

"What, are you living under a rock or something?" another student asked from beside Prim. Prim recognized her as the one who had whimpered when Prim had swallowed the professor's rump. "It's only the most popular magical crier show like ever. Colette Enders - you know, our professor, who you ate? - talks about her prey and uses the opportunity to teach a new spell every week."

"Elves don't live under rocks, that's dwarves," Prim muttered, but she was starting to get a little anxious. If these girls were fans of a show that taught a new spell every week, maybe they were going to be more dangerous than she thought...

Professor Enders sounded affectionate, even though the gurgling noises were getting a lot louder. "I'm so glad to hear that you and your classmates are fans of mine, Vivien! Unfortunately, the show will be ending after the events of today, but I know you girls will carry on the spirit!"

"Oh no, Professor Enders, are you okay?" a girl clutching a scroll in both hands asked. "It sounds like it's getting hectic in there..."

Finally! Some respect! Prim thought. She puffed out her chest. "That's right. My stomach is really strong."

"A common misconception, Crysta and Prim," Professor Enders said. "Actually, the more effective your stomach is working, the quieter things are. The sound you're hearing now is likely because Prim is getting nervous, which is causing her stomach to hurry through digesting me, which means it's not doing as good of a job. Additionally, elves are traditionally primarily vegetarian, which probably means that Prim's stomach is not used to having this much meat to digest."

"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Prim barked, face going red. "I eat lots of prey!"

"Hah, like a runty little flatty like you could ever convince me that you're a scary pred," a familiar voice said with a snort. "I'm pretty sure my little sister has a bigger chest than you."

Prim's ears were burning. "My mom says it's genetic!"

"It is true," Professor Enders agreed. "Because a lot of elves have trouble digesting meat, it's quite possible Prim's body won't show any gains from her meal of me! Which just means more of me will be going out the other end!"

This was the worst kind of support - Prim moaned her displeasure into the air. And that sounds like a threat for later tonight...

Vivien slugged Prim in the shoulder. "Don't you complain. Ugh, I was going to get my official Spells and Swallows spellbook signed by her, but you had to go and eat her and now you're going to digest her and she didn't sign my spellbook... Can't you just spit her up?"

"She's naked now, dummy, I'm not spitting her up now!"

"So?" Vivien huffed. "Fine. If you won't let me have my signed spellbook, I'll just eat you after class and hope I can get her soul to manifest and sign it for me."

Prim glared daggers at Vivien. "Don't you dare."

"I would be happy to, though that certainly is advanced magic!" Professor Enders said with a soft laugh. "Oops- did you hear that splash? My arms can't hold me upright anymore! My legs are still strong, but I think it won't be long before I'm too soft to come back out."

"Shut up, I'm thinking!" A dread realization was coming together in Prim's mind. If this professor had been running this show for a while, she maybe had a lot more fans than just a handful of grumpy first-years... And those fans might not be happy that Prim just ate their idol...

I'm so dead...

Dinnertime Detention

"Ahh... I forgot what a nice workout a spellcasting duel can be." Marisol stretched her arms over her head, rolling her neck. Her hand-stitched satin shirt lifted up, exposing her flat tummy and the underside of her meager chest. "Mm... It's good to be back to classes. But now I could go for dinner. Being on a diet is hard..."

Her best friend Elyn reached out, lightly poking Marisol's belly. "You could go for not working out so much, Maril. Or maybe eating more. I like you better with a paunch. Summer took it away from you!"

"Heh. I just have to save room for the important meals, that's all," Marisol said, licking her lips slowly. She caressed her stomach in leisurely circles, giving Elyn a teasing grin - both of her catlike ears pointed in Elyn's direction. "Besides... graduation's coming up this year, and graduation means a graduation party. I want to look my best for that. Nearly our entire class will be there, after all, and they'll all be looking at me."

Elyn elbowed her friend affectionately. "Personally, I think you look your best with a little bit of extra flab. Like me!"

Marisol tucked a dark hair behind her ear, smiling fondly at Elyn and pinching some of her arm flab. "You do rock it." She drew a spellbook from her pouch, flipping through it and running her finger down a page. "Mm... I suppose I could slow down my metabolism a little bit. For you, of course. I'll just turn it back before graduation."

"Flirt!" Elyn protested, but she was grinning back. "I still can't believe Marisol Pini chooses to hang out with me. All these predators who follow you around like baby birds, and you pick me."

"Well, you're not competition," Marisol said, ruffling her redheaded friend's hair. "I go after the teachers. You go after the freshies. We make a good team. Plus... you're not so desperate for my approval. A rare talent at this school."

"I hear a lot of teachers are planning on going on sabbatical before graduation because of your reputation," Elyn noted. "Think they heard about your 'graduation gift'?"

Marisol scoffed, tucking her spellbook away and turning toward the school's dining hall. "Unlikely. I told them I'd swear off eating teachers this year, and I suppose after six years of hunting them for sport, most of them refused to believe me. They probably just worked it out on their own. Too bad that's not going to save them," she said with a cocky grin, beckoning to Elyn to follow. "I'm probably going to get something from the buffet tonight, though. Should we go hunting for food for you? A whole new class of freshies..."

Elyn's mouth formed a little o. "Oh, that's right! I just heard this today, so take it with a grain of salt, but..." She lowered her voice. "I heard one of the freshies might have just made herself an enemy of you. This morning."

"... Oh?" Marisol asked, eyebrows lowering. "Her first day of real classes and already her last mistake at this school. Should I feed her to you, or should I eat her myself?"

She opened the double doors to the dining hall. Across the way, students were eating and talking and laughing.

Elyn pointed across the hall. "I really think you should take this one - you're going to want revenge." She raised her hands. "I'll... grab dinner myself somewhere else. I think I'd just slow you down here... Meet you at the usual table?"

"Hm. Yes, that will do," Marisol murmured, following Elyn's gesture toward her target, a lone student sitting with her back to the wall. "And... what did she do to deserve this?"

As Elyn whispered the news and rumors of that morning's events, Marisol took in the runty little first-year. A silver-haired elf girl, maybe four, four and a half feet tall, with a bloated stomach that protruded out from her torn blouse. The blouse was loosely held together by a poor attempt at a temporary mending spell. She alternated between looking around with no small amount of paranoia, sipping at some kind of drink, and prodding her stomach angrily.

Marisol licked her lips slowly. She usually wasn't interested in eating first-years, but... If it was an elf, that was a different story...

Prim sat in the dining hall with a tall glass of cold spirit root tea that she had been slowly nursing. The nurse had recommended it for helping soothe her body after devouring such a huge and mana-rich meal, far bigger than what she was used to. But so far...

"This isn't doing anything at all!" Prim whined, jabbing a finger into her gut. Her mushy belly burbled back. "You were useless, stupid professor! I'm still flat as a board! And nobody takes me seriously, still! All you gave me is a stomachache and a target on my back!"

She'd heard dread stories from her classmates about a seventh-year bully who would supposedly be coming after her for eating a teacher. A seventh-year who even the most experienced professors feared. And normally, that wouldn't be a big deal. After all, Prim could just use her spells to take out anyone, no matter how big and bad they were. She'd just have a second course... normally.

But right now she wasn't feeling up to eating anything or anyone, and especially not casting any spells. Trying to absorb that massive mana pool had gotten her mana channels all out of whack, and now she couldn't even keep her blouse together to maintain her dignity...

Still. She had just eaten a teacher. And if no one knew that she was having mana trouble, if she pretended like she wasn't scared of anyone by sitting out here in the open at dinnertime, no one would attack her. Right? It's worked so far. She'd gotten some people coming by to express distaste for her eating Professor Enders, but not a single person had even tried to eat her. They'd made fun of her a lot, but tried to eat her? No. Which was... kind of an improvement...

She scanned the dining hall again, her gaze darting back and forth across the assembled students. No one seemed to be even looking her way. She leaned back in the chair, sipping her tea. "Once you're all gone, I guess I'll go get some sleep. Just wanted to make sure everyone saw your humiliating defeat~"

"Which means everyone's going to see this, too," a mature voice from beside her said.

Prim startled, fumbling her tea and spilling it all over the table. It dripped down onto the floor of the dining hall. She whipped around - I didn't even hear anyone coming an-

Her jaw dropped, fear pouring through her like the ice she'd just spilled. A tall, dark-haired catgirl was leaning over her. Her hands were on her hips, lifting up her gorgeous satin top and exposing her soft, bare stomach. Prim stared at it helplessly - she was going to end up in there, wasn't she?

"I'm dead," Prim whimpered.

The catgirl smiled, her fangs visible in the ominous, toothy grin. "You most certainly are, Primrose Adelaide." She straightened, running her hand through her long, luxurious black hair. "My reputation precedes me, I see. But you may know the name of your devourer. I am Marisol Pini... but you knew that, didn't you?"

"It's P-prim... wh-what do you mean? Everyone said you only eat t-teachers," Prim stammered, still staring at Marisol's belly. "You don't even like eating first-years!"

Marisol reached out, grabbing a handful of Prim's hair and tipping her head back to force eye contact. "No, I don't... unless..."

"U-unless?" Prim asked, voice shaky. Her eyes darted to the side as she spotted motion. A crowd of students from all seven years was starting to form. Some were trying to act like they were there by accident, while others were openly gawping. And, not coincidentally, the large throng of people cut off Prim's exit - as if Marisol was going to let her go. I'm dead, I'm so dead...

"Unless they steal my graduation present for themselves," Marisol said. She caressed along Prim's jaw with her free hand. "Look at me, Primrose. Primmy. Rosie. Little Roselet. You... Took my food. Do you understand me?"

"She- She didn't stop me or anything, and I didn't see your name on- Ow ow owowow!" Prim whimpered as Marisol tightened her grip on Prim's hair.

Marisol narrowed her eyes. "Most people learn about my reputation - and my desires - during orientation week. And those who don't..." She licked over her fangs slowly. "Let's just say they make for very good lessons for everyone else. Do you know what I desire, Primrose?"

"T-to eat teachers?" Prim offered.

"Very good," Marisol purred. "I want to be the reason as many professors' careers as possible end while I'm going to school here. Got that? And if you eat them, do you know what happens?"

Prim swallowed hard. "Um, you don't e-end their careers?"

Marisol laughed - a low, dangerous sound. "You learn fast, freshie. That might have served you well if you hadn't decided to take my graduation present. Professor Enders was the strawberry on my shortcake. I was going to be the reason she stopped teaching, the reason Spells and Swallows ended. And instead, do you know what happened?"

"I... a-ate her?" Prim volunteered.

"She stumbled into your throat," Marisol snapped back. "A freshie like you is normally no match for Professor Enders. You got lucky. You got her in the morning, and she underestimated you. And you know what the thing about getting lucky is?"

Prim shook her head fearfully, eyes wide.

Marisol's smile widened. "You're not going to get lucky twice~"

She grabbed Prim by her torn blouse with one hand, lifting her into the air. Her other hand went to Prim's kicking legs, removing her uniform shoes.

"H-Hey! I'm sorry, okay?! Put me down!" Prim yelled as Marisol lifted her high enough for everyone assembled to see up her uniform skirt and started peeling off her uniform socks. "You're going to ruin your reputation! P-picking on first-years, it's gonna be like, people won't be s-scared of you anymore!"

"You're so right, Primrose," Marisol teased, but she didn't stop her movements or put Prim down. In fact, she lifted Prim's bare feet up to her lips with one hand, pausing for a moment before lowering them into her mouth. "Then I'll give them a show. Look how fast I can eat you, the bratty little freshie who was Professor Enders's final resting place, with no incantations~"

And with that, Marisol's lips closed around Prim's ankles, and her descent into digestion had begun.

Prim at first thought that she was getting off easy - that Marisol wasn't going to use magic. But while Marisol's tongue was making her squirm with attention to her ticklish soles and Marisol's teeth were blocking her ankles from getting out to prevent her from pulling free, Marisol's free hand was making rapid gestures. Prim felt her hands being drawn together behind her back - she's casting a bondage spell with me in her mouth?! Only professors are supposed to be that good!

She hastily muttered a counterspell, trying to gesture before her hands were completely tied. Exhausted as she was, with her mana channels betraying her, she only barely mustered it - and her blouse fell open for the gathered students to see as she lost concentration on the spell holding it together. Red-faced, she thrashed, trying to repeat the spell as fast as she could - but Marisol was faster. She fully mended Prim's blouse, with Prim's wriggling feet in her mouth and Prim herself dangling from one hand, faster than Prim herself could even begin to loosely stick it back together.

It was almost more humiliating for Marisol to do this. "S-stop! Don't cast spells on other people's clothes!" Prim chided, hoping to distract Marisol and get a new opportunity to escape. But rather than try to handle the situation... Marisol made a zippering gesture with her hand.

Prim felt her lips stick shut. She wanted to counter it, wanted to maintain her ability to speak incantations, but her mana channels weren't obeying her. At the same time, she felt Marisol swallow, dragging Prim's feet down into her throat and drawing Prim's calves into her maw.

Nothing Prim had done before had prepared her for being eaten this way. She tried to lift a knee to knee Marisol in her upturned, catlike nose - but Marisol was faster, pulling an imaginary rope tight around her knees. Another rope around her hands, tying them once again. Then another connecting the two to keep her bound standing straight and stiff as a board.

"Mmph! Mhhhh!! Mmh!" Prim writhed in Marisol's grip, her bonds keeping her from twisting far, her gag keeping her from shouting anything intelligible, and fear-sweat dripping down her cheeks. I-I can't move! I can't fight back!

Marisol lifted Prim up and tipped her head back so that Prim was held straight above Marisol's waiting throat.

"Hmhm~" Marisol hummed. Then the tight muscle surrounding Prim's lower legs relaxed... and Prim fell down Marisol's throat until her feet landed in Marisol's belly. A hand on top of Prim's head patted her hair for a moment - then pushed her, shoved her into the depths of Marisol's body. She didn't even have time to take one last longing look at the outside world - one moment she was standing high above the other students, and the next all she could see was the back of Marisol's throat. A harsh swallow pushed her the rest of the way down, squeezing her into Marisol's belly.

The total time from when Prim had been grabbed to when she was crammed inside couldn't have been more than a minute. It had felt much longer, of course, but... it was nothing compared to the fifteen minutes it had taken Prim to get the professor all the way down.

Prim was so in shock she didn't notice that Marisol had released her binding spells around the time that Prim was being swallowed. That she could struggle and protest again.

"Alright, clear out, nothing else to see here," Marisol warned the other students. Marisol's voice was the only thing that was clear besides the sound of slick, squishy flesh shifting around her and the faint dripping of acid into the puddle at the bottom of the stomach beneath her. Even the sound of Marisol's breathing, the sound of her heart beating... they were muffled. She wasn't part of Marisol - not yet. Right now she was still just food inside Marisol's body, waiting for her turn to be broken down and absorbed into the pretty senior's well-cared-for body.

Wait, no. I'm not anyone's food! And it's about time I start acting like it! Prim settled herself, sat up straight. She punched out, her fist squishing into the soft stomach lining. "You better let me out," she grumbled, squirming around and kicking her feet into the stomach wall. "I can give you a mean stomachache, you know."

"Hn," Marisol hummed absentmindedly, the stomach lurching into swaying motion as Prim's devourer started walking. She's not even paying attention to me! "Settle down. Today's my first normal dinner with the girls since summer vacation. You'd better not distract me from them."

"Oh, I'm gonna distract you!" Prim yelled, pounding her fists into the walls at her sides and kicking her feet into the wall ahead. "You're gonna really regret eating me!"

Marisol didn't respond, just continuing on her way. "Out of the way, squirts. This is my table. Unless you want to join her?"

"She's a little baby! She can't get dinner except for me, a first-year!" Prim called out to the "squirts" outside, kicking up a tremendous fuss and splashing acid all over the stomach. "If you team up, you could totally take her down!"

"Hm, first one here, nice~ I thought you'd put up more of a fight, honestly. Oh, and... they can't hear you," Marisol told Prim as the stomach suddenly sank down - she was sitting at the table now. "If you would have stayed in Professor Enders's class a little longer, you would have learned how to make a one-way sound barrier. And if you'd stayed a lot longer, you would have learned how to reach behind that barrier yourself."

"Shut up!" Prim yelled, trying to draw on her mana channels once again. I'll show you to mess with me! There's a reason everyone back home is scared of me! "Nnggh..."

... But reaching into the wellspring of magical energy within her got her nothing. Worse than nothing - it felt like her mana was slipping away from her.

"Hey, Elyn! Decided not to go hunting after all?" Marisol chirped. Then she added, "Don't get any bright ideas."

"Me?" a muffled voice asked from outside the stomach. "Uh, sorry, I was watching you and figured I didn't want to be late to dinner so I just grabbed something from the buffet. What did I-"

Marisol laughed slightly. "No, not you. Primrose. She's trying to do magic in there. Here, I'll let you talk to her."

"Call me Prim!" Prim yelled, kicking the stomach wall. "I told you my name is Prim!"

"Heya Prim," Elyn said, her voice becoming a lot clearer. "Just so you know, Maril here got really good at digesting any mana that flows through her belly... so, I would just get comfy if I were you. You're not going anywhere. If anyone could have gotten out, don't you think it would have been one of the professors who have been teaching here for 20 years?"

Marisol's hand caressed her belly, kneading along Prim's body. "Call her Primrose. She's really insistent about it. It's kinda cute, honestly."

"Ummm, yeah. So you don't stand a chance, Primrose. Wink. But I can't wait to see how much cuter you make Maril!"

Prim groaned, drawing in another big fat zero of mana. "Nnnngggh..." Nope. Can't kill her with my mind either... At least my mana channels aren't all sick feeling now that I'm in her belly... Wait, what am I saying?! She's digesting all the extra mana, of course it feels better!

Marisol sighed, relaxing back in her chair. Her voice went low and quiet. "I missed this, Elly. How are we going to keep in touch after we graduate?"

"Actually, I had a plan for that," Elyn said, and Prim could almost feel the sparkle in her eye. "Um, Maril. How do you feel about me going with you when you leave?"

With the two lovebirds flirting with each other, Prim felt neglected. She splashed around wildly, sending acid splashing everywhere. "Hey, stop making out, you two! Everyone's gonna see and I can hear everything, y'kno-mmph!" This time Prim wasn't silenced by magic - just by a hand (Elyn's or Marisol's, she couldn't tell) pressing the stomach wall down over her face.

"I don't want you to be dragged behind me. An adventurer's life is not comfortable or safe. Who knows what I'll be doing a few months from now, let alone a year from now?" Marisol asked. "... I'm sorry, Elly, but I can't do that to you. Not before I know myself. I could be a gofer for months, or I could be called on to fight a dragon my first day."

Prim sulked behind the stomach wall that was pressed against her face. My face is itchy and I can't reach it to scratch it... Realization set in a few moments later. Wait...

"Mmph! Mmmph!" Prim thrashed, trying to get her face away from the acid-coated stomach wall.

This was an elf's weakness - while human skin could withstand quite a bit of acid, elven bodies were practically made to be digested - as Prim's classmates had made a point of telling her during orientation week.

Prim finally managed to get her face away from the tingling sensation of the acid by squirming down into the stomach, panting heavily. By the time she did, she'd missed whatever Elyn's response had been - if indeed there had been one - and the two girls were on to another conversation.

"Guessing that's the little failure freshie?" another new voice said. "Didn't think you had it in you to eat a first year. Guess you mighta changed over the summer."

Marisol laughed, a cruel and derisive laugh. "I have a lot of things in me. Not least of which is this little twerp. Good to see you again, Annah. And you too, Juley."

I'm not a little twerp, Prim thought. Distantly, she realized her backside and the bottoms of her feet were starting to get ticklish too. All that motion when they were already soaking in acid must have made them itchy... I really have to get out of here... Already, the acid level was rising to the point of being up to her belly button. It wouldn't be long before all of her was melting like that...

"Yeah, good seeing you too, Marisol," Annah said, and there was a distant thump and clatter of her and Juley setting down their bags and trays. "You two flirting again?"

There was a moment of silence, then Marisol. "I wouldn't... call it flirting."

"Yeah, we're just catching up after the summer!" Elyn agreed. "Don't worry about it."

"So urrrrphhhh, what did you do during the summer, Juley? Annah?" Marisol asked, folding her arms over her belly. They pressed down on Prim, weighing her down and making her curl into a tighter ball in hopes of avoiding contact with the stomach walls.

Liars. The air was getting tougher to breathe in here, too, as Marisol's casual burp vented some of her much-needed oxygen. Prim was panting. "Nnh... I'm gonna get out... and I'm gonna tell everyone your secret..."

A fourth voice - Juley - launched into a story about following her older sister on a monster hunt and gathering spell components for some really rare spells. Marisol took the opportunity to start absentmindedly rubbing her belly, massaging the acids into Prim's body.

There was no getting away from this - Marisol was intentionally trying to track her down and rub acid all over her body. "No...!" Prim whined as more and more of that sensation spread across her body. "S-stop it... I-I can't last very long already... C-can't you just let me have a chance to get out...?"

Elyn whispered something, but Prim could hear it clear as a bell. "Oh my gods... she's going soft in there. Can I feel?"

"Be discreet," Marisol murmured back.

Another hand began rubbing, too. The acid was starting to make Prim go numb now - she couldn't feel anything, not even the tingles, in some of the places on her body. And the acid level was rising even further, getting thicker as more and more of her melted into soup. Wait, no. The acid isn't getting higher... I'm getting lower! "Nn... nnhh...! I was supposed to be a big heroine...! You can't... You can't... I'm not just food..."

"So full of potential, and yet she's just a meal for you~" Elyn whispered, her voice getting heated. "Nnh. Can we go back to your room, Maril? I really missed you. Really... really missed you."

"Fine. Finish your food before you follow, and use the cloaking spell once you're out of sight," Marisol murmured back. Aloud, she said, "Impressive, Juley. I'd love to catch up with you all some more - but the trip back to Glassdale was exhausting and I have a brat to digest." She pushed back her chair, getting to her feet. "Tomorrow, then?"

A chorus of agreement sounded from the other girls at the table, including Elyn. Marisol walked for quite a while, then paused, taking a slow breath. "Hm. Sounds like your clothes are done stewing, Primrose. I'll take those, then." Her breath hitched for a moment, then everything shook... "Uuuuuuuuuurrrp. Let me dispose of those for you in the proper receptacle. I wouldn't want any other students slipping over the trash that used to be a promising young elf."

Prim looked down, feeling over her slimy, acid-soaked body. Nothing. Her acid-resistant uniform was all gone. "N... no... I-I was already... melting so fast... P-please... M-Marisol... I'm s... supposed to be... the big hero... this generation..."

"Heh. Not even I can bring back a meal from my waistline," Marisol said smugly. She laid out flat, her fingers rubbing over her belly slowly. Prim's dissolving nerves were starting to feel paradoxically pleasant underneath the massage of Marisol's fingers. "You only have a few more minutes left. So just think about your little hero's tale ending right here, right now, in my belly. ... Hm... I'll have to take that as a consolation prize over a well-loved celebrity... the career of a little would-be hero with a bigger ego than brain is still ending inside me, I suppose."

Prim was having trouble summoning enough breath to speak. "Hh... hhh... M-my sisters will..."

"No," Marisol said, voice cold as ice. "Your sisters won't do anything. Because unlike you, they'll almost certainly have the good sense not to go against me. Here ends the tale of Primrose the Stupid - and no one came looking for her ever again."

There was a knock muffled by the intense burbling coming from the eagerly-waiting intestines below.

Marisol stood, her stomachful of Prim-soup sloshing back and forth as she walked to the door to let the cloaked Elyn inside. "She's just about to go. Do you want to finish her?"

"Oh gods, can I?" Elyn moaned. Prim could feel Marisol lay down on the bed again, and then an intense pressure that built up and built up until-

CRACK... crunch...

Elyn kneaded the slop - the last remnants of the girl called Primrose - and grinned up at Marisol, half taken with lust at the digestion and half taken with affection at her friend. "Look. There's something I didn't tell you about my summer."

"Oh?" Marisol asked, lifting her head.

"I said I took summer studies. But I didn't say what for," Elyn said, looking down at Marisol's bare belly where it bulged out in the moonlight streaming into Marisol's dorm room. "Truth is... I wanted to always be at your side." She lifted a hand to forestall Marisol's protests. "I know - I know. I'm not going to be part of your party. I can't. I really would just slow you down. But that doesn't mean I can't follow close behind. I could be the person who tells your story. And then... I'll always be right there, right at the inn where you left me."

Marisol lay her head back, feeling the pleasant sensation of the mass of mana and meat pumping into her intestines under Elyn's patient hands. "... Elyn, I don't know if you're crazy or stupid."

"I'm madly in love with you," Elyn replied eagerly. "I want to be with you. Always. And I'll do whatever, learn whatever it takes to do that. You said yourself, we make a great hunting team. Are we really going to break that up?"

"Hm." Marisol quirked her lips into a smile. "No, I suppose not. But you know what we are going to break up?"

Elyn shook her head.

"This little brat's remains," Marisol said with sly, come-hither eyes - and a beckoning finger to match. "You know you didn't come in here to give me a belly rub. Let me get that uniform off you..."

One Last Story... Exchange

Reya stepped off the balance platform and away from the standing desk, stretching her arms back behind her. "I'd say I did pretty well, wouldn't you, cutie~? Two stories for one - a good trade for you, isn't it?"

The catgirl's stomach burbled in response, softly bubbling underneath its owner's fingers.

"Mm... you said that before I finished digesting you, too," Reya teased. She slid the keyboard back into its tray, flopping down on the bed behind her to relax. "Aaahh... well, you may not be around to see the fruits of your inspiration, but I'm sure the people will be happy to see what became of you. And what a good inspiration you've been!"

Another soft glorp.

"Now, don't complain, my sweet little flower! You got two stories out of this deal! Being digested as my brain fuel to get those two stories done is the least you can do~"

Reya closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest for a few moments. A long, slow sigh escaped her lips. "Mmm... I'll tell the truth, babe. With you being so much younger than me, it honestly felt a little bit mean, you know?"

Silence.

"Mmhmm~ You were just trying to lunch above your weight class, my dear~" Reya pulled up her shirt, caressing the soft paunch that had once been her demi-fox girlfriend. "I felt bad picking on you, but the lesson had to be taught!"

Laughing again, Reya got to her feet. "Well, with the stories done, surely you've found your new home by now, haven't you?" Reya trotted into the shared bathroom of their apartment, letting the automatic light turn on and leaning over the sink to admire her new cleavage. She pulled her shirt off her head. "I don't have to worry about going around topless now that you're too pudge to be embarrassed about seeing my tits..." She caressed her newly improved bust, giving her chest a light affectionate squeeze. "But then... most of you is my tits now, so how embarrassing is that?"

Reya released her boobs and let them bounce into place again, reaching her hand down to follow the curve of her newly improved ass - though not by as much as she would have liked. "Mm. Not so much of you went to my hips, hmmm? I suppose all those meals we caught together went there, so you must have gone to my chest instead to balance it out. I appreciate your sacrifice~"

With a sigh of satisfaction, Reya tapped the button to turn off the lights and headed for her bedroom. "Mmf. It's pretty late, since I was working on those stories for so long... I'm going to get some sleep. Keep me warm tonight, babe, it's ever so cold~"

As Reya tucked herself away under the covers in her bed, she reminisced on the time she had merely crushed on Rose from afar. Ah, who was to imagine then that their relationship would one day begin... let alone end like this...?