You sigh as you curl up in Carol's stomach. At least you should reappear in the nurse's office soon. Except for one thing; where are the juices that greeted you when you were in the secretary's stomach?

"Oh my, Gia, you were certainly tasty," you hear Carol say.

"Hey, you two got a chance to eat her, when do I?" a third voice, presumably Olivia's, says.

"Well, I could swallow you and then you could swallow her, but I don't think you want to do that. I've got a test tomorrow to see how long I can hide a meal while holding off digestion," Carol says.

"Shit, who doesn't have a test tomorrow? I mean, Mass Consumption has one, Camouflage 2 has one, even Unbirthing has one," Olivia says. "I feel sorry for anybody in more than one of those tomorrow. They're going to be worn out."

"Hey Evelyn, could you let us out now? I think this'll work better outside of you," Carol shouts.

You hear some deep rumble of acquiescence, then your whole world begins to shift around. You can't see what's going on, but you assume that Evelyn is throwing Carol up. Suddenly, things get even tighter in Carol's stomach. They stay this way for a few minutes before finally you feel like you're falling. Carol bounces a little on landing.

"Sick, Evelyn! You didn't have to pass us out that way!" Carol cries.

"I told you, I need help to get people out the front. I don't know why they come out the back so easily." Evelyn is much clearer now. "Now make way for Olivia."

"Shit, I gotta take a shower." With that exclamation, you feel Carol stand up and then your world begins to bounce ever so slightly with each step she takes. You have absolutely no idea what is going on, but after a few minutes you can hear the stream of a shower. Carol stays in the shower for quite some time and spends a lot of it rubbing you. You can feel her hands caressing her stomach through the stomach walls. When she finally gets out and starts walking again, presumably back to her room, she starts talking to you.

"So Gia, you've been quiet so far. How are you enjoying your stay in my stomach?" Carol asks.

"Well, I certainly appreciate the hospitality, but shouldn't I be settling in to get ready for classes tomorrow?" you ask.

"Nonsense! Since you're a transfer, you'll have the easy classes. You can swallow a person, can't you?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't do it well or quickly. And digestion takes forever!"

"Let me guess, your schedule is Swallowing 1, Power Digestion, and Camouflage 1, right?" Carol asks.

"How did you know? And why do I only have three classes? My sheet just listed room numbers for the other class rooms."

"Transfers always have the same classes. Don't worry, they should be a piece of cake. As for the other three periods--well, you picked up that there are six periods, that's good. We're only allowed to take three classes a unit and for the other three we're required to report to another class to be fodder...y'know, practice material. Just pray you don't get Anal Insertion and Digestion--that's even less pleasant than it sounds. Transfer classes are pretty nice at first, since they start you out on fruit and sides of meat before going to humans. After I digest you--hey, can you feel any juices in there yet?"

You feel around.

"No. It's moist, but I think that's to be expected."

"Hell yeah!" Carol exclaims. "I'm gettin' good at this! Anyhow, after I digest you, I can tell you what classes you'll be fodding for. That's out little slang, fodding, like fodder, you know? Yeah, it's stupid, but you need a verb for everything these days."

"Carol, I don't mean to be rude," you interrupt, "but how long do you think you'll keep me in here for?"

You hear a door open and close, feel a few more steps, and then Carol lies down.

"Oh, I dunno. By the end of the class I need to hold somebody in here for a full day," Carol says. "Right now I can only do a few hours, but either way I recommend you take a nap."

"Oh," you dejectedly say. Carol doesn't seem to notice the sadness in your voice.

"I'll be reading a book if you need anything else," she says.