"HAAAAH, ha ha ha ha! OH, that was a good one!" he bellowed, wiping tears from his eyes. His fat head was glowing bright red and his stiff-collared white shirt shifted as his jelly rolls moved with his laughing body. His hand was cocked in a finger-gun as he pointed to his entertainer, a thin woman with a curly orange up-do and a small stomach bulge clearly indicating an occupant.

"So then, he says to me," the woman adjusts her voice (you imagine, not having heard it until right now) to a nasal pitch, "But, but, we're supposed to be in by 11pm! How can I get to my dorm if I'm at the nurse's if you eat me at night?" The man cackles at this, not stopping his constant shuffling in his armchair as he essentially rolls around laughing.

The scene is in the first room on the right from the entrance--you barely had to walk two feet before you heard their lively conversation. It turns out, this building is a teacher's lounge. You hide against the wall, undetected, right next to the large open doorframe providing access from this hallway. The sound of the front door opening must not have been heard over the deafening roar of the fat man.

"I tell him, "Honey, there's no 11pm rule! We don't care about keeping you in bed! We just say it on the first day in case there's any non-vores still walking around in the main office doing some last minute registration for their hungry kids!" and he just looks at me like an idiot, "What, really?!" and I just stuffed him down my gullet right then and there." Nope, her voice is just that nasal.

The guy nods back, "Kids are just so goddamn wussy these days. When I came here twenty-five years ago, I took the nurse's potion and took the nurse down right after that--no silly fears. The nurse just waited til she came back, called me down to her office, and ate me back as soon as I walked in."

She vigorously agrees. "Yeah! Sometimes I wanna just digest these freshmen instead of letting them live. But the new regulation--"

"Fuck the new regulation! No one fucking keeps track of who's getting digested. They give the kids and teachers the potion so that there's no hassle, and then they leave for their 9-month vacations to Jamaica. But it's not like you CAN digest anyone anymore, we're all goddamn potion'd up like prisoners."

"Well, I don't know. Remember Bart from the Social Studies department was fucking shat out on the main auditorium stage because he gobbled up about five sports teams and that like tiny Italian math teacher?"

"Well, Bart's problem was that. He'd have gotten away without ever taking the potion, but. But. He completely eliminated the board's star money-makers. The school gets a lot of funding from winning every single school sport in the state. If you don't keep your feedings at low visibility, you're gonna attract some resistance. Bart shoulda ate his own students instead and no one would have cared, and then he coulda moved onto some others after that, and maybe he'd have been good enough to take on the board of education after that."

"Hah, like anyone is gonna get that good here..."

Your brain stops and completely backtracks.

It looks like they don't actually care about a curfew.
And it looks like they won't care about disappearing students, if you pick your targets correctly.

The game is to eat through the fodder and eat around the big shots--too many of the important ones will bring down the thunder.

And while you have awesome vore ability so far, you don't know how much better your abilities have to get before you call it down and try to devour that thunder.