You certainly seem to be acclimatizing to this school fast. Yesterday morn you had never eaten anybody and were saying you never would. Now you are looking at this lass and merely wondering whether to gobble her down head first or feet first. No hesitation about her being a helpless stranger who hadn't done anything to you. No, she is just food [Tho you wonder if her hair is really that black. Is it dyed? You can only guess since she has shaved her bush.]

You grab those lovely feet and cram them into your mouth. They deserve a more gentle swallowing, but your food is going to wake up soon and you want her too deep in your gullet to get out. Indeed, she does wake quickly. For a second, she is confused about what is going on, but then she looks down at you and demands "You spit me out, you little slut!" You don't. Instead you make another gulp before she starts to struggle. But it is too late and you slurp another tasty inch of her [quite delicious actually]. "Let me go! This is neutral territory. You aren't supposed to eat anybody here."

You don't believe a word of that, and even if you did, she tastes entirely too good to lose no matter what the penalty. Those trim legs vanish into your maw. Now you are looking at her womanly center. And you decide she deserves a little pleasure. It only takes a little effort on your part to caress her most sensitive spot...
Very little it turns out. She explodes massively almost immediately. So back to eating her...until you feel a hand on your hip.

A male voice announces "Here I come to revenge you. I'll give her such a pounding." You frantically try stop him, but with a girl waist deep in you, you can only futilely waves hands at your rear, which doesn't even slow him down.

Your snack objects. "You are not to bang any slatten who throws herself at you." You'd object to that description, except your mouth is full, and when you come down to it, with boys there is not that much difference between throwing yourself at them and not running away fast.

But with a grumble of "women", you feel the lad bending down and swallowing your feet. You'd fight that, but that would likely send him back to attacking you. Being swallowed seems the lesser evil.
You see your meal has an expression of nasty triumph. Given she is still going to be digested, you rather wonder what she has to smile about. But thinking you are going to get yours seems to please her no end.
Well, you might as well finish your meal, which involves giving her a series of gentle releases as you consume her massive mounds. Then she is a large bulge in your belly and it is your turn to be food.
It is your turn to enjoy shuttering with joy as he passes the apex of your legs. You are surprised that he swallows your expanded belly without effort, and thrilled when he starts to lick your inflamed mounds. You feel your nipples harden and then you "suffer" an overwhelming flood of emotion that about knocks you out. By the time you recover, the last of you is entering his mouth. Then you are folded up in his belly. Eventually you nod off.

Again, you recover and find yourself back in the nurse's office. While again there are several others also recovering from being meals, you decide to leave peacefully. A moment later, you are in the hallway wondering which way to go. Perhaps back to your room, but there are a lot of other places...