You've seen his type before. Big dude with large muscles. He's afraid that people will bully him so they bulk up that way no one messes with them. Well that's what you see on television.
"I don't have to tell you nothing!" you rise up on your feet to intimidate him but he's so tall that you still have to stare up at him.
"You would think a freshman would treat a Senior with a little more respect." he says with more menace in his voice.
"I don't respect douchebags." you say to him with intimidation. All the girls turn off the showers and turn to the center to watch Donald and the new guy. All is silent till Donald stops looking at you and begins to laugh. You think he's about to talk some trash but instead he throws an upward punch straight for your gut. You don't have time to react and the punch hits you dead on. It hits you so hard that you fly up and strike the ceiling of the room making an indent in it then fall back down to the floor, on the hard tile. You can barely breathe you think you broke about three of your ribs. You start wheezing trying to get air in your lungs. You look up and see Donald headed for the door. "One you gals can eat him, I don't care." he says as he leaves a few girls turn back on their showers and resume bathing however one of them stands above you, licking her lips hungrily. You try to squirm away from her but it's to late. She grabs your feet and gobbles them down, your legs, your waist, your belly. You flail your arms wildly trying to grab on to the slippery floor but it's useless. She swallows up your neck, your head,your arms, and finishes the job by pushing your hands into her mouth. You find yourself curled up tightly in her belly, unable to move. She lets out a massive belch and continues to wash herself. You fear you're going to die so you struggle hoping to upset her stomach and make her throw up, unfortunately all it does as cause her stomach to start digesting you sooner. You scream in horror as the stomach acid begins to pump out and soon enough you become waste that she expels the following night. And there goes you and your story, down the drain.