Jenny's Hunger
“What in the world—?”
“Oh, Ms. Fleichman! I was wondering when you were going to show up.” The teacher gazed in shock and horror at the corpulent, enormous woman standing at the head of the classroom. She towered over the veteran elementary school instructor, easily nine feet tall, and Ms. Fleichman would not have been surprised if she weighed over a thousand pounds.
“What is the meaning of this? Who are you? Where is my class?”
“Urp! I’m sorry, Ms. Fleichman, I just got so hungry, I couldn’t stop myself. They’re all in here now,” the fat woman said, slapping the side of her gut. “And they tasted so good, it’s hard to describe! But I know I shouldn’t have done it, especially because you were always talking about how we are in a position of power in the school, and can’t abuse it.”
Ms. Fleichman squinted at the woman’s face. “Jenny?”
“Yep, I’m your TA,” she said, “and I’m really sorry.”
“You— you ate them? All of them?”
“Yes, and I’m so, so sorry! I saved Suzie for last, because you know how she was my favorite, and I hoped the rest of the class might sate me enough to skip her, but nope.” Jenny belched again, her bulk shifting and settling as she moved.
“But how? I mean, you were tiny before, but now— you’re—”
“I know! Isn’t it great? You were always telling me I should stand up for myself more, Ms. Fleichman, and now I bet I’ll never get pushed around again.” She groaned slightly then, rubbing her belly, and Ms. Fleichman heard a low but distinct rumbling noise from its titanic depths.
“To tell you the truth,” Jenny said, taking a big step forward, “I’m sort of hungry again already.”
Ms. Fleichman barely had time to react. “Jenny, don’t—”
With one swift motion, Jenny grabbed the terrified teacher and jammed her into her mouth, her jaw dramatically unhinging to consume most of the teacher’s torso. One deep swallow later, and the grey-haired woman slid whole into Jenny’s cavernous belly.
“Ahh, much better,” Jenny sighed, her hunger pangs momentarily sated. At some point, she knew, she would have to deal with the consequences of having devoured an entire classroom of first-graders. And their teacher. But maybe, if she got lucky, she could just… you know… keep eating her way through problems like that as they arose.
“It’s gotten me this far, anyway,” she muttered, looking around for something she could wrap around her breasts so she could be decent when she finally decided to leave the classroom. The flag definitely wasn’t big enough…