“Yoko!”

         “Mmmf?” With a sharp ‘slooo-uck’ the smooth, solid feet you enjoyed only 10 minutes ago disappear into Yoko’s mouth. Her neck suddenly stretches, then snaps back like a balloon, and Carol sinks into her stomach. With a looks of sudden concentration, Yoko’s stomach makes an embarrassing gurgle, and all evidence of Carol gives way to ‘power digestion’- a technique you’ll have to master at some point.

         “Sorry kid- Gia, isn’t it?- I didn’t realize. It’s lunchtime and all, dangerous time to take a tour of the hall!”

         “Yeah, well-” -You stop suddenly in electric fear as a pair of hands takes your shoulders from behind. Turning with a gasp, you see a girl from the breasts down- her head and shoulders have disappeared into a guy’s mouth and her hands fly from your shoulders to (fruitlessly) try to break free. You turn back to Yoko, who arches an eyebrow with an amused smile.

         “Hey, pretty lucky. C’mon, get out of the middle of the hall.”

         “Hey, uh, Yoko? Does that offer earlier still stand?” You’re starting to get hungry again despite your recent lunch; seeing all the eating is probably doing it.

         “Ha- wondering what you missed? Nah, I’m still hungry myself, and I was just being nice since you hadn’t eaten. You’ll have to earn a bit of respect around here before I put myself back into your pecking order.”

         Shucks. Looks like voluntary eating is a whole mess of social webs you’ll have to learn.

         “On the other hand,” Yoko continues, “I think I’ll have you.” With a friendly smile, she takes hold of your waist.

         “Woah, Hang on now!”

         You pull your head back from her face, but your fingers rise to her lips, guided easily by her nimble hands. You yank your hands away, but you tip backwards as she cups a hand under each thigh and lifts. She’s laughing! Your efforts do seem pretty hopeless.

         You fall flat on your rump with an abrupt shout, your ankles wrestling with her wiry grip. She leans in on your right foot; you flex your leg hard. Giggling all the way, she caves in on you, mouth open, going for your head, and you close your eyes.

         Judging by how successfully that all went, you have a long learning curve ahead of you.

         And then you realize you haven’t been eaten yet.

         You open your eyes to an interesting site—Yoko’s face looking straight at yours, and her flexible feet pointing at your chin. She’s been folded into a flattened ‘u’ and is being eaten! The guy peering down the length of her spine at you gives a little wink; he’s probably thanking your clumsiness for keeping Yoko distracted while he got a good lock on her bottom.

         With a sudden jerk, Yoko moves away from you, and in up to the nape of her neck. “You are so lucky kid,” she says with a fierce grin. And then her head pops in.

         You suddenly realize that in one more gulp, her feet will be gone and the guy’ll be after another sandwich!