You look around desperately. Panicking. If she eats you, there's no doubt she'll digest you. It's what you were going to do to her, after all. Unfortunately, this is a school of vore. No one stopped you from swallowing her, and no one will stop her from returning the favor. On top of that, there's no way you're strong enough to stop her in your current condition. She should be tired too...exausted, even! You look up, mumbling and whimpering.

"Probably wanna know how I got out, and why I'm not in the sad shape you're in, huh? Well I'm an advanced student. I've survived here for MONTHS. You never stood a chance."

Oh. That'd explain it. But it was a simple mistake, right? She should forgive you! But judging by her expression, forgiveness isn't on the menu.

"In fact, I'll even be nice enough to show you one of the things they teach us in month six!"

Your arms shake, with the effort of holding yourself off the floor, your eyes locked on her now. It takes her a minute to tear your clothes off, but you can't put up any resistance. She then flips you onto your back with her foot, then straddles your body with her back toward your head. She gives the cheeks of her wonderfully firm ass a squeeze, the very one you so enjoyed tasting when you swallowed her. A sense of impending doom washes over you.

"Yeah, you liked licking my ass, didn't you? I keep myself nice and clean in there, just for that reason...and this one. You're going to get a lot more intimate with my butt now."

Laughing nastily, she gets on her knees, and your world goes dark as she sits on your face. Yes, there's no scent of waste, but she's still covered in ooze from your stomach. You hear her groan as she starts rocking her hips, pressing down.

Impossible as it seems, you feel those soft cheeks spread over your face. Her little puckered opening stretches, and within moments, has engulfed the entire front of your head. Shuddering, she lifts up a little, then tilts back, her rectum closing around your neck. It's immensely hot in her bowels, the walls slimy and wrapped like latex around your head. It's terribly hard to breathe.

She gets onto her feet, pulling your weakly struggling upper body off the floor so you're sitting up. Then she starts to twist again, pressing down on your shoulders. Ironically, all that goop from your stomach is providing plenty of lubricant. Your arms are pinned as her ass slides down over your shoulders and chest, a gasp of pleasure escaping her as she squeezes your breasts in. Horrible, impossible...yet true. She's going to use you as a living buttplug. The question is, can you be digested this way?

She lets her weight help, and forces your abdomen, back, and the rest of your arms into the dark pink tunnel. Her waist and tummy bulge outwards, as you curl uncomfortably in her long, winding lower intestine. She changes position again, lying down on her back, your hips and legs kicking and waving between her spread thighs. She shows off her skill yet again...a convulsion passes through her intestines, literally sucking in your hips and a good deal of your thighs. The puckered ring is almost to your knees, leaving you virtually no hope of escape. She's panting and sweating from the exertion and arousal alike.

She grits her teeth, and takes a second 'swallow' that slurps up everything but your feet. Her hand pushes against your soles, and with a final *schlorp* her ass returns to its normal, sexy state. You're held in the sinuous coils of her intestines, cramped and immoble, unable to do more than wiggle your toes and take deep breaths for air. This is not a good place to be.

Michelle stands up, patting her bulbous waistline, and shuddering with the end of a climax incurred when she crammed the last of you inside.