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Let’s face it; you’re pretty ravenous by now- you just lost a good meal! Miriko may be a bit skinny, but she’s also alone in front of you… Her schoolgirl outfit suddenly seems like an open invitation. Besides, after recommending that you go to the pool, you realize that she doesn’t think you’d eat her.

The thought of this small, black-haired girl suddenly sliding in, reacting only too late, struggling all the way down… Boy, you could really get to like this school- a thrill by the minute!

“Miriko?”

“Uh?”

“I think I’ll do just that- which way is the pool?”

She turns to face the same direction as you and points- “Right down this hawwaw.”

Her head trapped in your jaws, standing with her back to you and only the ends of her short black hair poking out, Miriko has no chance to get away. You lift the smaller girl easily by her waist, tilting her up into the air and down into your throat. She lacks the refined flavor of your last would-be meal, but the feeling of the slender frame of her chest wriggling in your throat is amazing. You wish for a moment that you could keep her here for a little bit- her upper arms trapped, her skinny waist twisting, and her wiry legs running against thin air- she feels so alive in you!

A grumble from your expectant stomach, however, reminds you why you’re doing this in the first place. You loosen you grip on her waist, sliding your hands down a bit. Firmly clamping on each leg just above the knee, you slide little Miriko further into your bulging mouth. In up to her hips, and with both of her legs firmly in your grasp, Miriko’s ability to struggle quickly diminishes.

You perform the same hand sliding maneuver as before, this time locking in on the unfortunate girl’s ankles, feeling the warmth of her skin through her thin, ruffled ankle socks. Another heave- she doesn’t bother to struggle, and this time you hear a muffled squeal- she must be reaching your stomach in there. With your small meal in up to its knees, you release her ankles. You place a hand on the wall to support the weight which will soon receive its final push and deposit itself in your stomach. Then, you extend the other arm out to scoop a hand around her patent leather uniform shoes.

Miriko, her ankles momentarily free, suddenly bends her knees hard. Her lower legs swing down, and the heels of her shoes press tightly against your chest, bracing against further progress.

“Hey?” You hear her voice- faint, almost behind you and inside of you at once.

“Mmwrr?”

“Mmm mmm,” you reply, and start to shake your head; you stop as you realize it’s dragging little Miriko’s feet back and forth across your breasts. Little too mush stimulation there.

“Mwhy?”

“Oh, well she administers this stuff that makes digested meals come back. That’s all”

“Hmmm,” you mutter, starting to get a little winded from having most of you air cut off for a few minutes. “Sowwy.”

Miriko gives up, and straightens her knees again. You cup your hand around her shoes and make a final smooth push.

Her skinny calves slip effortlessly through your lips, and you manage the rest of her just fine. You feel a great movement in your throat as the small girl is dumped into you eager stomach.

You regain your balance rather quickly- Miriko was a rather small girl, and your stomach should make quick work of her.