Ms. Grundy was a mean teacher. Mean and ugly. She was one of those pasty, bloated thirtysomethings who made up for their terrible figure with too much makeup and a perpetual scowl. Today was no exception. Woe be to any who thought red was her natural hair color. But it was certain those enormous boobs were real, as was the sagging gut that she almost but not quite hid behind her desk.
Janice sat unhappily at her own desk, writing her typical smartassed answers demanded by the witch of a teacher she had. Most of her classmates simply sat and endured the abuse, whereas Janice thought it only justified that if they take her fun by being here, she get it back by writing creative answers, such as the fact that Satan discovered America, and that his three ships were the Enterprise, the Ongibattoo and the Anal Wart.

It came time to turn in their papers and Janice handed hers forward without the slightest hint of anything unusual. Right around that time, the bell rang and students began to get up.

"Janice!"

She was mildly surprised to hear her own name, if only because Ms. Grundy hadn't looked at the papers yet.

"Yeah?" she answered.

"Can I have a word with you?" the teacher replied in her crocodillian voice.

Oh joy. Doubtless a form-lecture about how important schoolwork is. She stood obligingly until the rest of the girls had left, and then some. Just as she was about to say something, Ms. Grundy walked over to the door and swung it shut.

"You know, I don't think you have the right attitude, young lady." She started. Janice had already zoned out. More bland speech wandered towards her as she just stared blankly at her droning teacher. Finally, it seemed to stop.

"Can I go now? I'm gonna be late."

"Not this time, young lady."

"You can't give me detention for giving you squirelly answers, you know."

"I don't plan to give you detention." Ms. Grundy said in an unusual tone of voice. "Do you happen to know what happened to your classmate, Isabelle?"

"Isabelle? No. I assumed she transferred out, like all of us wish we could."

"No." Ms. Grundy said. Just then, the second bell rang. "Shit!" Janice yelled as she headed for the door--which was locked tight.

"Let me out, you bitch!" Janice yelled.

"Ahh...that's what Isabelle said, although she meant it a lot more..." Ms. Grundy said, with a faraway look, almost as though she were reminiscing.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Isabelle is now somewhere in the county sewer system. She is now...less than herself."

"What, did you chop her up and throw her down the toilet, you psycho?"

"She did go down the toilet eventually, but I've found blood totally spoils the flavor."

Half of Janice was just annoyed and the other half confused. What was she, some sort of cannibal?

"Fine. What flavor?"

"Yours, of course." Ms. Grundy answered with a smile. "Are your clothes clean?"

"What the hell kind of question is that!?"

"Are your clothes clean. And does your mother use fabric softener? It's a little too bitter for me."

"No, my mother didn't use fabric softener, and yes, my clothes are clean!"

"Excellent. You won't have to take them off, then."

Janice gave Ms. Grundy a sideways look. "What?" was all she could think to say.

"We can do this two ways." The fat woman suddenly started. "Willingly or by force. Willingly would doubtless be much more fun for both of us."

"Willingly what?"

"I'll show you. Stick your hand in my mouth."

"NO!" Janice yelped, taken aback.

"Then you'll slide it down my throat, " Ms. Grundy continued, "along with your arm. Then just stick your head on my tongue and try not to struggle. Or..." she said, looking at the totally blank look on the younger girl's face, "...I can wrap my tongue around your neck and drag you down kicking and screaming. Which is it gonna be?"

A long moment passed while Janice just stared. "...Huh?"

"Oh god, you girls always have to have it spelled out for you, don't you?" With that, Ms. Grundy's tongue, unnaturally long and wide, suddenly slipped out of her mouth and moved, snake-like, towards Janice. It must have been two feet long.

"WHAT the HELL!?" Janice screamed, suddenly totally freaked out. She stepped backwards, but even more tongue slithered out of Ms. Grundy's mouth, allowing it to continue past her throat and around her leg, left bare by her knee-length shorts and sandals. She made a yelping noise as she was yanked off her feet. Her surroundings blurred and she became disoriented until she got the distinct feeling of something warm and slippery engulfing her foot. She found herself at an angle, with her feet above her head, being dragged along the floor towards Ms. Grundy's mouth. She felt the older woman's cheeks wrap around her feet as suddenly she grabbed Janice hard by the hips. Pulling her waist upwards, she began to swallow Janice's legs.

"Oh, I get it." Janice said nervously. "You're going to pretend like you're going to swallow me, huh? To try to scare me? Well, it won't work!"

Ms. Grundy just smiled and gulped loudly. Janice gasped suddenly as she felt her legs quickly slip downwards into Ms. Grundy's body.

"I'm not buying it," Janice continued. "This isn't even...possible!"

She realized the weight of her own words even as another loud gulp sent her hips past Ms. Grundy's lips. She felt them slowly beginning to slip down her throat. It felt like she was sinking into a pit of warm mud.

"Wait, I..." Suddenly the truth hit her like a truck. She remembered the last day she saw Isabelle--how Ms. Grundy had asked her to stay after class, and how Ms. Grundy had looked even fatter than usual the next day, and how even then her stomach had been making rude noises through the whole class period.

"Oh god...oh god!" Janice stammered. "Please don't eat me! No! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"

Ms. Grundy laughed a muffled laugh. Janice could feel her lungs vibrating against her abdomen, which was now lodged in Ms. Grundy's throat.

"Okay, you've scared me! I'll do my homework, I won't mouth off, I--" she stopped as she realized she still couldn't quite quite wrap her mind around what was happening. This distracted her for long enough for Ms. Grundy to wrap her meaty arms around Janice's shoulders and begin to pull. With a few more hard gulps, she had swallowed Janice up to her head.

Janice felt the warm flesh of Ms. Grundy's mouth wrapped around her neck, crawling up to her cheeks and beginning to wrap around her face.

"Ms. Grundy..." she said quietly, "you're still a bitch."

With that, Ms. Grundy's lips closed wetly around her nose and the muscles of the throat began to shove Janice's face downwards into the hot depths of her belly.

Ms. Grundy unlocked the classroom door and wandered over to her desk. She could feel Janice squirming and thought she could hear a muffled scream or two.

"Oh, you'd better get used to it, deary. A big meal like you is going to take days to digest."