Carol stands up. “Aww, what the heck, I’m sick of practicing for camo.”

Yoko jumps down off the table and pats you on the shoulder. “You’ll like her- trust me,” and then she head out of the room.

Carol puts a hand under your chin and draws your face right up to hers. Staring deep into those vibrant green eyes, you wonder for a moment who’s doing the eating. And then she kisses you. Startled, you pick up your end and start kissing her back, wondering if you’re supposed to do her a favor…

After a couple of very luscious seconds, Carol pulls her head away and looks at you appraisingly. “You did say you were hungry, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“So at some point here, I should be going into your mouth, right?”

“Oh! Ok. Yeah.”

And she begins kissing you again. This time, you only wait for a second and then open as wide as you can. Carol’s head suddenly slides effortlessly into your cavernous mouth, and you feel an indescribably delicious flavor flood your taste buds. Your voluntary lunch gives a little squeal as you clamp your hands tightly on her thick hips and lift hard, transferring entire vanilla torso along your tongue. The smoothness and fullness of her flavor are an entirely new sensation to you, and you hungrily grasp for more. You grab her solid white legs and stuff them in quickly, savoring the rush of ecstasy she evokes. And with one last slurp, Carol’s athletic feet are sucked into your mouth with a little ‘pop,’ and follow her descending mass into your stomach. You sit down to digest, feeling that you’ve finally found the right school for you.

Upon Carol’s reforming, she offers to show you around the rest of the school.