"I'm in no hurry," you tell the secretary with a catlike smile. "Bring the first one in." The secretary hands you a manila folder and leaves the room. While she fetches your first meal on the job, you peruse the folder, which contains the students information. She is a Junior named Melainie Ascot, and is a member of the Hall Monitor Corps. You grin as a plan to put her off her guard begins to form in your mind, augmented by the former Headmistress's experience.

The door opens and the secretary steps inside, followed by a buxom young brunette in a form-fitting uniform. Your mouth waters, and you hope your prey hasn't noticed the hungry look in your eyes. Fortunately for you, she can't seem to tear her eyes away from your breasts. Considering that each one is bigger than her head, you aren't too surprised. "Melainie Ascot?" you inquire as you slowly cross the room toward her.

"Yes, Headmistress?" the girl replies, still fixated on your glorious orbs.

You stop roughly two feet from her. "I'd like to discuss your position, young lady," you continue.

This time Melainie looks up into your eyes, her fear evident on her face. "Have I angered you, Headmistress?" she asks, her voice rising almost to a squeak.

You reply with a warm, though calculated, smile that seems to quell her fear. "Of course not. I want to promote you, that's all."

Her eyes, formerly darkened with fear, now shine with pride. "To what position, Headmistress?" she asks eagerly.

"Yes," you reply. "Headmistress." You suddenly pounce, your movements so quick that by the time Melainie realizes what is happening you have her head and shoulders in her mouth. She screams and writhes, but she is no match for your superior strength and skill. As you slowly swallow her, you slip your tongue under her tight shirt to taste her double E breasts. An explosion of flavor rockets across your taste buds, sending you into a euphoria so intense you almost lose your grip. Unfortunately for Melainie, "almost" doesn't quite cut it. You swallow again, and her breasts enter your throat, filling it with soft, tender flesh. Moaning with pleasure, you tilt your head back and let gravity pull her into your hungry belly. Though you're more than strong enough to stand with this girl in your stomach, you kneel to the ground and sensually stroke your bulging belly. The sensation of Melainie thrashing against your stomach walls is divine, and the feeling of her melting into you makes you shudder with pleasure.

"Do you want your next meal now, Headmistress?" the secretary asks, "Or would you rather wait until this one is digested?"