When you see that you have been assigned to art class, you take a quick sigh of relief. Most of the little girls get their anxiety out by drawing about eating boys rather than actually eating them.

Entering the art room, you notice many drawing on the walls, most of them simple drawing of girls eating boys, with boys in their bellies, or standing over a pile of crap that was likely a boy at some point. There are clay sculptures brought in for the students to paint, many of them depicting girls or women with large, bloated bellies. Others are anatomically accurate figures of naked boys with shackles on their hands and arms. Even at a young age, you see that girls are very creative about vore.

The first two classes go remarkably well, and although many of the girls draw pictures depicting you in there tummy, none of them go any farther than showing an interest of having you in there belly. The third class of the day is filled with thirty first graders, and they are working with popsicle sticks and glue. A small group of the girls are giggling amidst themselves while working on their stick house. A blond, a red head, an Asian girl, and a Hispanic girl are discussing something quietly and looking at you, mischievious grins on their faces. You are worried about what they may be up to, but you are not sure if you should go up to them and find out what they are doing or not. What will you do?