Gingerly, you try the handle on the door to your left. It doesn't budge, however. The professor must have locked it after the beginning of class.

You straighten up into clear view through the window, and vigorously shake the handle. The professor stops in the middle of her statement, grabs a manilla folder from her desk, and walks up to the other side of the door.

"Are you in this class, miss?" She asks, muffled through the window.

"Yeah, sorry I was late, overslept!" you lie.

"Name, miss?" She continues, the folder open to what you assume to be a list of names.

"Uhhh... Janet... Jack...son..." Nice one. Of all the names for your brain to come up with, you end up with that?

The woman smirks and closes the folder. "You're gonna have to try better than that, lady. We lock these doors for a reason, we're not stupid. Wait until nighttime to do your crazy vorish sexcapades with my students. Some people actually want to learn here too." She turns away and starts walking back towards her desk.

Slightly incensed, you flare your nostrils and tighten your arms--you try the door handle a third time, trying to wrench it right off the door.

You end up wrenching the door handle right off the door.

Connected to it is the entire solid metal piece, with the lock and the guard and the wood chips and everything. A moderately-sized hole remains in the door where the locking mechanism used to be.

Not losing your opportunity, you pull the useless door open and pounce right atop the amazed teacher, taking her in just a few frenzied gulps. You turn around with still almost no bump in your stomach, and the panicking students suddenly freeze in place, the majority in mid-stride as they tried to stride towards to door.

With your colossal strength, you grab the teacher's desk along with several of the empty students' desks at the front and throw them at the door, blocking the way out. As you stalk towards the students, you continue hurling desks one-handedly at the door pile, as the students corner themselves.

You eventually reach one of the two corners and grab a person by the shirt in either hand. In no time, you pull one into the air and into your mouth, swallow just one time, and then shove the other one into your cleared esophagus. Another swallow, and you're ready for more.

You move closer and continue to wolf down the students systematically, left hand right hand left hand right hand.

Eight students, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and then you reach for another and there's nothing there!

You pivot and see about another twelve students frantically pulling apart your blockade, halfway through. They are less than happy when you notice and leap at them, devouring them with no sign of slowing down.

Some girl goes down your throat, then a tall guy, and a blue-shirted blur, and then a naked brunette, and some muscular jock, and two fat girls that clearly have their own meals in them. You don't even pay atttention, you just need it all inside you.

And before you know it, you have eaten an entire classroom--something like 28 people in all.

Your tremendous gut is still not even twice as large as you, and you already hear your stomach gurgling as it starts its digestion process.



So you sit down on the bare floor that you've cleared of desks, naked as your clothes have torn off, and start to finger yourself. Something tells you it's going to be the best masturbation of your life so far.