Yoko is sitting on the table next to the fold-up bed which holds you and Carol. You only had to ask where you should start looking for lunch. Yoko gives you a pearly smile and cheerfully extends one leg, toes pointed towards your mouth.

Carol laughs and gets up; “Well, problem solved I see! I’ve got to go try to find somebody to camouflage.” With that, she leaves you with your meal.

“Gosh, Yoko, thanks for voluntwrrnng,” you don’t get to finish the sentence as Yoko sticks out her other leg and wedges both feet into your mouth with a giggle. “I’m amazed how formal all the new students act,” she says, “as long as you’re hungry and you have permission, just go for it!”

She’s managed to wriggle both of her small feet into your surprised mouth, and you feel an urge to just stay there with her beautiful, dainty feet pressed firmly against your tongue. Those flat little feet taste exquisite! But, you are very hungry, and so you move on. You suck gently on your new friend’s feet, and they are drawn smoothly into your throat, introducing you to the flavor of a delicious pair of calves. Yoko is leaning back, her slender arms braced behind her. You draw her in again, this time to her warm thighs. You are definitely going to have to eat little Yoko a lot in order to fully enjoy what is passing through your mouth. She tilts her head toward the ceiling and laughs

“You’re really enjoying this, huh? I feel like I’m going through a car wash!”

You like that image, and use your tongue to bring it to life, as you widen and suck in Yoko’s firm rump. She’s giggling a lot now- evidently enjoying your efforts to savor her- and is squirming like she’s being tickled.

You’ve slid her belly in with ease, and now you encounter your first real challenge- Yoko’s got amazing breasts.

“Oh, come on,” she says, sensing the hesitation. Give it all you’ve got.”

And you do. With one tremendous inhalation, her breasts squeeze first against your lips increasingly tighter, and then, with an audible “thuuuck!” they enter.

Unfortunately, so does the rest of the small girl. You don’t get to try her coal-black hair, or wash the adorable features of her face, but rather, you merely catch the lingering hint of hair rushing past your taste buds, accompanied by a surprised squeak. You feel your adorable meal curl up in your belly to digest, and give a satisfied sigh.

A little while later, Yoko reforms.

"Now, would you like me to show you where tomorrow’s classes are?"