"It's time for detention little boy!" Softchurn continues to play with your form knowing your intentions she continues to follow the rest of the scrip applying her stomach acids to your nude form. "I must say that for someone who fails at school you do remarkable in the fields of being a good little meal and giving me great joy. What ever happens now I will enjoy you." She complements you adding her own verson of the script she is more concerned at treating you well on you voyage.

"This is overkill, I deserve a rest test…" You cry out something a doom student would cry out and fall back into her juices without struggling anymore.

"Farewell my silly little meal. I don’t want anyone else getting you so I will digest you." She continues watching her stomach move in a churning motion she feels so good massaging her breast and womanhood in a clean motion she looks at the camera and says the final words. "Class over…" And clicks the button.

Looking at her swelling belly she continues to watch the movement in an almost hypnotic state for a while knowing her meals only last a short period of time when she gets serious. Even without out the helping drugs she can digest a man fairly quickly.

"Even though you acting might need some work, a scared boy would not have such a defiant voice you did do a good job with the rest of the script and I head the last words you spoke before I finished you my silly little meal." She smiles warmly rubbing her belly she feels a strange movement.

"Cant I make the hunter enjoy it a little more Madame Softchurn?" You speak loud enough for her to hear and you are indeed alive and well as she shrieks jumping up and looking at her bloated form.

"What the hell you're not digesting? Are you even starting to melt away by my strong stomach motions?"

"I don’t thinks so… I feel like I'm safe in the belly of a sexy star." You continue to moan as Softchurn probes her belly and pounders. "Are you ok Madame Softchurn?" You ask concerned and she chuckles.