Mr Bear’s Class
It was the beginning of my Senior year and the only class that was actually required was new this year, “Vore 101.” I had no clue what it was about but I heard that almost all the football boys signed up, so I was obviously excited.
I walked up to the classroom and pushed open the door. It was filled to half capacity, around 15 people, including me, and they were standing around. The few that heard me walk in took a quick glance and went back to talking, leaving me to sit against the wall on my phone. The first bell rang and everyone sat down where they pleased, my seat of choice right in the middle of class. I looked around and I seemed to be the smallest guy in there, the rest being from every back ground. There was Brett, the ginger linebacker with shoulders that could rival a redwood, then there was Liam, who’s grease stained wife beater was strangely endearing.
The bell rang again and a pot-bellied man stepped through the open doorway. His clothes seemed to look asthough they shrunk in the wash, his khakis struggling to hold his large rump. He took his place in the front of the classroom, writing the three words on the whiteboard, “Vore, Predators, and Prey.”
“Good Morning Everyone! I am Mr Bear!” He seemed cheerful, his black hair receeding in a heart shaped pattern and almost migrating to his cheeks. “I will be your Vore instructor for this year, you guys look pretty eager!” He joked at the lack of energy in the room, earning a couple chuckles. “To begin, what is vore? Anyone?” He looked around the room for a volunteer, no one taking the offer to show off, “Well, Vore is the act of another person devouring another whole.” He smiled, “You May ask, ‘Why should I care about this?’. Well, you may find yourself in the stomach of some sleezy dude or wake up drunk one day and your belly is enormous, believe me, been there.” He smiled and patted his belly. “I’m here to educate you on the methods of devouring, ways to escape, and ways to harness your own evolutionary talents.” He pointed at Mark, a leaner guy compared to the others, “Have you ever felt so hungry that you thought that your fellow classmates looked delicious?”
Mark blushed red, scratching the back of his head, “Uhm... I guess so.”
“See? That’s your inner predator trying to come out!” Mr Bear sat down at his computer and pulled up a picture labeled, “Gigantism of the organ via voraphilia.” It had several diagrams of male bodies that had one or more organ’s enlarged, like the man’s balls being huge or having a stomach quadupel the size of normal.
“These are all pictures of predators, each having a unique, but common, form of devourment.” He opened his mouth and pointed inside, “You See, my jaw is more elastic compared to normal, and my belly is huge. According to genetics, I am meant to devour whole men just by swallowing.” He stood up and smiled, “Do not worry, we will all be doing tests to find out what form your body is tuned for.”
Liam raised his hand, “If we are a room full of predators, who’s the prey?”
This made Mr Bear chuckled, his eyes locking onto me, “Well, we have one student who seems to qualify for that title.~” He licked his lips, “Come on up here, Ben...” I nervously walked up and was shocked when he wrapped his arm around me. “He will be the incentive for your grades, whoever becomes the best and most proficient Predator, will get to devour their first willing meal!”
I looked up at him and whimpered, “W-What?” He smiled down at me and licked my cheek, it burning red with embarrassment.
“Don’t worry~ You’ll find your way into everyone of these boys by the end of the year, including me.” I heard Mr Bear’s stomach growl, “Watch your back...” He let me go and I shuffled back to my seat. I knew this will be simultaneously the sexiest year of school and the most terrifying.
It was a week later and all the predators knew about their talents. I was assigned to Liam today, his gut growling when I sat down across from him.
“So... you’re the poor fucker who has to deal with all these hungry guys?” He crosses his arms across his chest and sat back, his long legs spreading to make his junk more comfortable.
I smirked, “I guess so.”
He smirked and adjusted his tattered ball cap, it covering his long, curly hair. My ankles sat crossed under my chair as I blushed as his attempts to sympathize with me. I felt his boot hook the back of my chair and slowly pull me closer, his rough hand sliding to hold mine. “As long as I’m the guy who’s eating ya... You’ll be safe in me.” He patted his belly. I smiled and felt my heart rate slow back down, leaving me endeared to this country guy.
Mr Bear came over to us, “Are you ready for the eating?” I looked at Liam and he nodded.
We moved to the front of the class and was pulled into a hug, his nose buried in my hair and taking deep sniffs. “You smell good...” Liam whispered in my ear. I felt the warm air of his mouth open and spread over the top of my head, his lips closing over my neck. He held me gently and lifted me to continue into his throat. He took his time when he guided my neck over his teeth, my shoulders beginning to slide inside.
The other predators in class sat back impatiently while Mr Bear graded Liam’s performance. He would mark every gulp and every shift, Liam’s soft tongue lapped at my chest as it slid into his maw. My head entered his gentle throat, his inexperienced swallowing only taking me only inches deep each time, but provided a nice and easy slide into his fuzzy gut.
It was just my feet left and my entire bottom half was curled up in his gut. He winked at the class and curled his tongue around my sole of my foot and swallowed, me collecting in the spacious sack of a stomach. He sighed and rubbed his belly with one hand and scratched his neck with the other, “Wow...”
Mr Bear was excited and gave Liam’s belly a gentle rub and sat him down in his desk, “See students? A courteous Predator means a still prey.” Liam sat back in his desk and kicked his feet up, relaxing and letting his hands rub and massage his own gut.
Brett, jealous of Liam’s contentment, asked, “How long does everyone get with him?”
Mr Bear smiled, “Well, depends on how long you can hold him in. I know you cock predators are gonna jizz him up immediately.” He chuckled.
Liam folded his arms behind his head and yawned, closing his eyes and dozing off. Mr Bear didn’t bother him, letting Liam gurgle around me gently.
It was around an hour where I was inside of the gut of Liam, the gentle presses of his rubbing hands relaxing me to the point of almost dozing off. My slumber was interrupted when I felt pressure from both sides of the stomach, being pressed back up into the gullet of Liam and inevitably back onto the floor. It was Mr Bear who squeezed his gut and patted him on the shoulder.
“Well done Liam! For a first time Predator you did well! You made a 93.”
Liam tool the paper with a smirk and read the notes Mr Bear made, “Why not a 100?”
“Well, you see how his clothes are still entact? A true predator’s stomach acids woud’ve dissolved them by now.” He thought for a moment, “Well, maybe you’re a rare case. You may be able to hold someone inside you indefinitely.” Liam nodded his head, reaching down to help me up.
I stood up and looked around the room, “That wasn’t so bad...” I could tell that a few of the other guys were jealous of Liam with him being the first to get to eat me.
I felt Liam’s large hand wrap around my hip and give it a gentle squeeze, “I hope I get to do that again, He’s tasty as hell.” Him and Mr Bear laughed, Brett slumping in his chair.
“When do I get to eat him?” Brett asked from the back of the class.
Mr Bear thought for a moment before speaking, “Well... If you all are willing to not digest him, first come first serve from now on!” Mr Bear grabbed my shoulders and opened his mouth, engulfing my head and shoulders into his sweltering maw. I knew I couldn’t escape so I just froze, his strong throat muscles pulling me past his uvula and into his gullet. It was a few more moments until I fully deposited into Mr Bear’s gut.
Mr Bear sighed and licked his lips, running his hand over his plump belly. “That’s enough for today class, enjoy the rest of your day! I know I will.” He snickered and rubbed his bulging belly with his open hand, “Oh, and if you can get Ben here alone outside of class, feel free to ‘practice’.” He stood by the door as the guys filed out, the Oral vore predators sticking around and asking a few questions.
Once the muffled talking finished, I felt Mr Bear thump his gut, “Still Awake?”
“Well, yeah.” He smiled and slid off his sweater vest and unbuttoned his collar shirt, his hairy belly resting on his thighs.
“Mmm... Im sorry I swallowed you infront of the whole class, I just knew one of those boys would’ve if I hadn’t.” I shifted in his belly as he put his feet on his desk, “How was Liam? Pleasant inside him I hope.” This interaction was odd to me, I just got swallowed and I’m being held inside his gut, but he’s still talking to me like it’s normal?
“I mean, I haven’t really took the time to get to know any of the guys here. Liam though, he was nice about it, he did smell of cheap cologne.” This made Mr Bear chuckle, his belly bouncing with his deep rumbling.
“Of course, he’s a nice boy.” He yawned, “I’m surprised, there was only a few Cock and Anal predators, those will be fun to watch!” As Mr Bear kept talking, I found myself ignoring the situation and enjoying the older man’s banter.
It was around an hour before I felt myself slide back up his gullet and into his lap. Mr Bear wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiling, “I guess it’s only fair that you get to do something to me.”
I stood up and grabbed my stuff, “Don’t worry Mr B, Just let me choose who I gets me tomorrow in class.” He nodded before waving goodbye.