You awake to find that the sun has risen and is lighting up your room. You stretch on your sheetless bed and look over to see that Evelyn hasn't returned. Your clock says 8:15, so you've only got forty-five minutes before class. You get up and quickly rifle through your bags until you find a towel and a separate bag of bathroom supplies--tooth paste, shampoo, that sort of thing. You take the towel and bag and head off to the bathroom.

After dumping the remains of Emily, you find your way into the communal shower. There are a couple girls, more than one with swollen stomachs, there already who you don't recognize, but Evelyn is there as well, so you quickly take the showerhead beside hers.

"Morning, roomie," she says as she lathers her hair. "Who was that in your stomach last night?"

"Emily," you say.

"Cool. She's good for the novices, but she'll probably call in a favor sometime," Evelyn says. "What class do you have first?"

"Swallowing 1," you reply.

Evelyn rolls her eyes. "Right, I should have rememebered all transfers and freshmen get that one. Are you fodding or learning that time?"

"Learning," you reply. "Say Evelyn, do you have anyone to recommend I eat for breakfast?"

Evelyn laughs.

"You don't need to worry about breakfast or lunch unless you're fodding the first three classes or the last three," she says. "You get to eat in almost all classes, so anybody who can't wait isn't just eating to eat. There is an hour break between period 3 and 4, but most people use that to relax rather than get a meal."

"That makes sense," yous say. "What's your first class?"

"I've got Escape," Evelyn says. "We're learning how to get out of a stomach if we don't want to be there."

"That sounds like fun," you say. At this point Evelyn has washed the shampoo out of her hair and washed with soap. She turns off the shower.

"See you back in the room," she says as she grabs her towel and walks off. The rest of your shower is uneventful. When you get back to the room, Evelyn is checking the news.

"Hey Evelyn, mind if I ask you a question?" you say as you start drying your hair.

"Shoot," she says.

"Almost all the girls I've seen in the hallway are naked, but all the guys are wearing shorts or jeans," you say. "Why's that?"

"Easy. Nudity's preferable around here, since it makes it easy to swallow and be swallowed, but they also try to divorce nudity from sex, so it's against the rules to have sex in public or to show arousal." You look down and see your nipples are erect.

"Do those count?" you ask, pointing at them.

"Of course not. You could just be cold. But it's bad etiquette to have a visible boner," Evelyn says. "And with all these naked girls walking around, guys practically have to wear shorts. Some don't on the dorm floor, but most do in classes." You mentally curse your luck, as you were looking forward to trying a man.

"Is there any other etiquette things I should know?" you ask. Your hair is just about ready.

"If you're going to eat somebody, unless you're an absolute greenhorn like yourself, it's impolite to start digesting them until after they have been completely swallowed. It's impolite to swallow people without getting their permission, but you can guess how well that one's enforced. Don't eat somebody with a backpack, you can get in trouble if they report that since they usually lose said backpack." Evelyn thinks for a minute. "The usual high school things can get you in trouble in class--talking, not doing homework, fighting, those things--and they've got an especially unpleasant detention. Trust me."

You want to ask more, but the clock now says 8:50. You quickly throw together a notebook and some school supplies and throw them in a backpack and with Evelyn head downstairs. Evelyn points you toward your class then heads in the opposite direction. Your classroom is quite large and nearly filled by the time you arrive. In the middle of the room is a desk. Behind it is a large pit of chairs you think is like a choir booth in a church. In front of it is a more traditional classroom setting, a rising auditorium set up. You have a hard time finding a seat, but eventually get one near the front between a small man in jeans and a naked, statuesque blond.

"Hello," the blond immediately greets you in a friendly, sing song voice. "I haven't seen you in this class before. I'm Dagny."

"Hi, I'm Gia. I just transferred in. That's an interesting name, Dagny," you say, a little surprised.

"I'm an exchange student from Norway," she replies. "It means 'new day.'"

"That's pretty," you say. "So what have we done so far in class?"

"Well, most of us can swallow persons," Dagny says, "but they've still got us working on watermelons. We won't be starting on the fodder until next week. I think they're just giving us a warm up period right now before the rest of the classes."

At this point a tall, thin man walks up to the desk in the front of the classroom.

"Alright class, if I could have your attention, we're going to have a pop quiz," he says. "Take out a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. I'd like you all to write a paragraph on the best technique for swallowing a watermelon."

You take out the requisite paper and pen and stare blankly at your paper. Being a transfer student may suck. Eventually you just write something about jamming it in before passing it in. When all the exams have been passed in, the man looks at his watch.

"Fifty more minutes to go? Fuck that. Class, I'm sick and tired--someone I ate isn't agreeing with me. So class dismissed."

The class quickly begins herding out. You mange to catch up with Dagny.

"So we're just done? What do we do now?" you ask.

"I'm hungry," Dagny says. "I was expecting to get a watermelon, at least. What's your next class?"

"Power Digestion," you reply.

"Mine too!" she exclaims. "Want to know what you've missed so far?"

"Sure," you say, not thinking.

Dagny grabs a hold of your head and shoves it into her wide open mouth. Since she's only a beginner, she can only get about half of your head inside. 'Oh well,' you think, 'might as well let her eat.' You go limp as she swallows down the rest of your head. As she gets her shoulders in, you hear another girl's voice say "Hey, I'm hungry too!" Dagny's head shakes around, then you feel another pair of lips eclipse hers and move down your body, shoving you and her together. The two of you are being swallowed by a third party, causing you to be pushed further into her mouth. Dagny is still swallowing, but she's not making much progress on her own.

The second pair of lips is quickly making its way down you two as you are forced into Dagny's throat and her into the other girl's throat. Soon you're still standing, but with only your butt down hanging out of the mouth. You then feel the world shake as the two of you are picked up, your four legs hanging out of the mouth. At this angle, it's impossible for Dagny to keep swallowing you, but soon both of you are emerging into the third girl's stomach, where you are practically being crammed into Dagny. Soon your feet feel the warmth of the second girl's mouth and then your entirely in her stomach and about halfway in Dagny's stomach. Before you get into Dagny's stomach entirely, however, you feel the girl's stomach filling with acids and soon the two of you are reduced to soup.

You wake up in the nurse's office sitting next to Dagny. A tall black girl stands in front of you holding two backpacks, including your own.

"Here you two go," she says, handing the backpacks to you. She immediately turns and leaves. You look at Dagny.