This is a Food Transformation and Vore story, about a student being transformed into biscuits and eaten by his teachers. It is written in a way suitable for both male and female readers. 
 
Contains: Vore, food tf, teacher, school, digestion, food, aware + unaware, FF/food.
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I forgot doing my homework on time, again. The teachers just love me. I always answer their in class, never interrupt their lesson, and my exam grades are on the top of the scale. There's only one problem though, my laziness. Well, it's high school now, but even before that, I always found doing homework to be too much tedious and sometimes even stupid. If I understood all perfectly in class, and the purpose of homework was to strengthen your understanding, so why do I need it? Other classmates are stupid, so they need the practice. I, however, don't. Well, that was my own stupid opinion, failing to realize that the teachers give me homework to teach me work morals too. 

Back to me forgetting doing my English homework on time, once more. The teacher liked me enough to give me a second chance, and submitting it to her by tomorrow morning. If not, instead of the regular punishment for not doing your homework on time, she'll give me a more severe one. My English teacher name is Samantha Brown. We don't call her Mrs. Brown, we just call her Samantha. I heard the other teacher sometimes call her Sam. She is about 45 years old, has a light tone skin, above shoulders blonde hair, and usually wears light red lipstick. Like almost every single teacher I have ever had in my years through school, she entered the class with a cup of coffee or latte in hand.

I'm lucky she chose to be kind to me this time. Some of the other teachers like to get angry pretty fast when a student "with a potential" like me isn't respecting their system and forgets doing the homework. I make a mental note to myself to definitely do the English homework today after school. What do you think will happen? Spoiler, I'm going to forget doing them again, and it will be even worse for me. 

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"Are you serious? Even after I gave you a special extension for the homework submitting, and making it clear that it's your last chance or the punishment will be severe, you still were too lazy to do this simple task? I'm really disappointed of you."

Samantha told me while she made me wait by her desk after the lesson. She didn’t shout at me, but her tone was harsh. It did sound like she was angry at me. My cheeks became red with shame. Hearing her telling me I let her down, it felt personal. I was supposed to be top of her class, not one of the mediocre students she has zero hopes for. 

"Now, I'm a woman of my word. I promised you that if you fail to comply and submit the homework within the extended deadline, the punishment will be severe. I mean it. You are in deep trouble now. I hope this one will teach you for good not to disrespect the assignments I give you. Follow me now please, we're going to the teachers lounge."

I went with Samantha from the classroom to the teachers lounge. I've never been inside, student's aren't allowed in. Samantha is a bit taller than me. I feel a bit humiliated having to follow her like that, it's like she's holding me with a metaphorical leash. To be honest, I'm a bit scared. Not from the punishment so much, but from having the rest of the teachers which I know they respect me, seeing me in my shame. 
 
"Sit here, and wait for me to get something." Samantha said. I took a sit and inspected the surroundings. Not that there was too much to see, but I've never been in this room before. Quickly enough, she came back and placed and handed me a form with long text and a pen. 

"This is a consent form that says you acknowledge that I gave you a second chance with the homework and worn you about a more severe punishment, I need you to sign it."

Without bothering to actually read it all, I didn’t want to make her more upset than she already is, and signed it. 

"Excellent!" Samantha said. Her face expression changed disturbingly quickly from disappointment and anger to happy and satisfied, with hints of thrilled even. At first I thought it's a sign she might take it easy on me, I still have no idea what this punishment going to be like. I remembered reading in Harry Potter about some very bizarre punishments for students, I had fun with the thought something like that would happen in reality. Without even giving me another unnecessary second, she snatched the signed form out of my hands.

Samantha looked at me and smiled. I was baffled. With a grin, she snapped her fingers. My head start spinning and I felt weird. I was able to hear her say "See you in a bit" before I blacked out. 

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For a while, it felt like a dream, like all my senses are foggy. What happened to me? Did she hit me and knocked me out? Did she use a special aerosol to knock me unconscious? Is it actual magic? I still have no idea. I try to focus on what I do know. Let's see, I can't move my body, and I can't see anything. I can smell sweet vanilla scent, like cookies. When coming to think about it, I feel like I'm in several places at the same time, but all of the places feel the same. This is without any doubt the weirdest punishment I've ever received. I guess sitting here in the dark, like some sort of detention is what I got. I wonder how long it will take.
 
To my surprise, no more than several short minutes after I woke up in this dark room, light flooded my eyes. I see that I'm in a different room than the teachers lounge, but the ceiling looks the same. Well, not exactly the same, it looks much bigger and further. To my field of view entered Samantha's face. However, it was much bigger in comparison to me. Did she just make herself grow? Or am I the one who was shrunk? She starts to speak, her voice sounds really strong and loud. 

"Hey there! Welcome to your special punishment. It must be feeling very strange down there, and I bet you still have no idea what happened to you. Let me help you with that. Here's the thing, I turned you in to a pack of biscuits. Well, to be exact, not the pack of biscuits, but the biscuits themselves, all of them. Each one of the biscuits in front of me is a piece of you, and your mind resides in all of them. We had a shortage lately in biscuits, cookies, and sweets in the teachers lounge. Because you showed disrespect for my work, maybe this will teach you about the effort your teachers put in their work."

What!? I was turned into a bunch of biscuits? How is this possible? Is she messing with me? Also, what does she expect me to do? Sit there and listen to her and the other teachers? I think it's quite cruel to show them a box of cookies and not let them have it, especially if they had a recent shortage in cookies. Surly, Samantha doesn’t intend to let them eat ME, right? That would be too much exaggerated, I think. So, what's her angle?

"I can't hear you thoughts, we don't have a telepathic connection, but I think I can guess pretty accurately what's going in your head right now. Let me help you with that. Your punishment is to make my and the other teachers brakes more pleasant, as we need something to pick us up between lessons. How are you going to do that? Well, pretty much self-explanatory. Here, let me demonstrate."

With that, she grabbed one of my pieces, a single rectangle biscuit. I felt her fingers holding me, lifting me in the air. At the same time I felt that piece in her hand, as well as all the dozens of others in the box below. 

"What I like to do is take one, dip it for couple of seconds in my coffee…"

I felt her hoisting me in the air, and saw the mug with the hot brown liquid below, coming fast towards me. There was a strong smell of coffee, not my favorite smell. Head first, I was dunked into the cup. I felt the coffee wetting my body, mixing with it, getting through my inside. The taste of it was strong, very bitter. The heat was intense, but nod scolding as I initially feared. After two or three seconds I was pulled out. 

"… and then…"

Samantha didn’t complete her sentence. Instead, I saw her mouth being opened. She brought me very close to it. I saw her red lips parting, the pink wet tongue waiting between the rows of white teeth. Her face is huge to me, and I can already see that she can put an entire piece of me inside her mouth. Once almost inside, I smelled her own breath, it had her own scent. 

While delivering me from the cup to inside her mouth, she said a small "aahh". I tried to pull away because feeling another person's saliva on my body is making me disgusted. Alas, I had no control over my own body, all I could do was watch as my coffee drenched body lands face first on the surface of Samantha's tongue. It was really strange seeing this both from inside her mouth and from the outside. I felt the teeth pressing on my middle and breaking that piece of me in two. It didn’t hurt so much and I could still feel from this two broken pieces, one in the dark inside her mouth, the other in front of her cutting white teeth and shutting red lips. She mushed the piece inside her mouth between the soft tongue and the ridged hard roof of her mouth. More saliva helped dissolve me better. I heard her moan "Mmm", it was loud to me. She mushed me few times, mixing me well with her slimy saliva, enjoying my sweet taste and softened texture mixed with the warm coffee. With an audible GULP, she swallowed me down. 

Before continuing with the other half of the piece, she paused to explain.

"MMmm, so tasty! So yeah. That is your punishment, to be my and my colleague teachers treat. However, I will be the only one who knows it is you. For the rest, you'll be nothing but a bunch of yummy biscuits to snack on or dip in their coffee like this. Keep in mind, this punishment's purpose is to teach you good manners and respect for homework. Therefore, once being all consumed to the last bit, you'll wake up as a human again in your own bed."

My mind is overwhelmed with different thoughts and emotions. I had to see this coming, there was no chance she would turn me into some sweet snack if not for eating, obviously. On one hand, I appreciate my teachers and value them as someone to look up to. I do respect them a lot. These women do give sense of power, wisdom, and maturity, which I like. What I don't like is only to excessive pointless homework, but I do value them as mentoring women. On the other hand, that's only how I see them. I have no desire to become their food, especially not to melt on their tongues, feeling their sticky wet saliva all over me. I don't want to be forced feeling and smelling their mouth breath, and I don't want to be mixed with their bitter coffee or whatever else they want to eat me with. It will feel like getting too much close and personal with them, drenched in a disgusting, repulsive environment and situation. 

Samantha continued eating me. Every few seconds, she mocked me, commenting on how sweet I taste, and how finally I give her calmness instead of anger. While she kept dunking my pieces into her coffee, biting into me, mushing me with her tongue and sloshing me around, I started to feel something different. For some strange reason, it smelled like someone is eating a sandwich with turkey and cucumbers right under my nose. It is definitely not Samantha, I would see if she did eat that, and it's not me for sure. I like the turkey, but I don't like the cucumbers, so I'll never eat something like that. So, where does this strong smell come from?

Then it struck me. I can still feel the mushed pieces that she already swallowed, which are inside her stomach right now. Because it's completely dark in there, I ignored these parts until now. My English teacher, Samantha, must have had a turkey and cucumbers sandwich for lunch in the previous break. Now that some parts of me are digesting inside her stomach, I can feel, smell, and even taste it too. I start to realize just how severe and out of the ordinary this punishment really is. 

"Well, my break time is over, and I have one more class to teach for today. I'm going to close your box and leave you here. I'm not sure about the rest of today, but I expect that by the end of tomorrow you'll be all gone, completely eaten. As said, when that will happen you'll simply wake up in your own bed at home, like nothing happened. Please notice that I have no control over who gets to eat you and how much. From this point to the end of your punishment, you'll be nothing but biscuits. Who knows? Maybe you'll be eaten mostly by the teachers you like the most? Maybe it will actually be the teachers you don't like so much, if there are any? Maybe the principal would pass by and have a taste of you? She likes cookies and stuff very much. Anyway, bye now, enjoy being eaten and I hope you'll learn the lesson."

Samantha covered my box and I was in darkness again. Some of my pieces in her stomach were still vaguely awake, still feeling her other meals before me. I tried to take the time to recover from my recent bizarre experience. It was extremely intense, feeling the hotness of the coffee, the warmness of her mouth, the crushing, cutting teeth, the stickiness of her saliva, and her tongue mushing, sloshing me around her mouth. I have never imagined I'll know what it feels like to be eaten alive inside someone else's mouth. There is some sort of a distance, a border between teachers and students, out of mutual respect. This punishment is going to totally break it, making me feel closer to them than ever and not in a kind, respectful way. I sat there in the dark with my own thoughts for a while. 

"Hmm what is that?" I hear a feminine voice saying. I recognize this voice, this is Sharron, the vice principal. Sharron doesn’t teach me any class, and I only see her here and there around school, or in ceremonies or special school activities. She is a bit fat but not too extreme, with short red hair. As I suspected, she comes to open my box, revealing my biscuit bodies. 

"Wow! Finally! It's been few days since we had these, I must make sure they would not be missing again in the future." Sharron said to herself. 

I see her huge face above me. It is clear that her eyes watch me with hunger and lust, she crave for something sweet. She has no idea she is about to devour a piece or two of one of the students. Her fingers come down to grab a couple pieces of me, merely two biscuits, and the box case was closed again. While she continues walking to her office, she brings one of me to her mouth. Her small dark red lips are parting right when I'm about to touch them. The dark cavern of her mouth reveals. She didn’t open her mouth wide and big, there is no need for that. She simply inserts me a third way inside her mouth and rests me on her salivated tongue. This time there is no coffee to obscure her stale breath. Once again, I'm starting to melt by her slimy saliva as her teeth pressing hard to cut a piece of me.  

Sharron doesn’t even know that it is me. For her, I'm nothing but a yummy snack. She chews me between her teeth, sloshing me around with her tongue, mixing and dissolving me well with her saliva. My biscuit body is hard and dry, so she needs the chewing and the saliva to be able to swallow me nicely. I wonder what her stomach will feel like as she swallows me down. In her second bite, she barely parts her lips, more like pushing me between them while they almost fully closed. I feel her lips pressing on me from above and below as well as her teeth. Inside her mouth is completely dark as she chews with mouth closed. The air I get to "breathe" while being chewed is only her used air which smells strongly of her own mouth scent. 

Last time, the coffee conquered my smell and taste senses. This time, I can taste her saliva mixing with my mushed body. It tastes weird, like nothing I ever had. Within as she finishes the first biscuit and swallows down, I start to feel her stomach too. Unlike with Samantha my English teacher, vice principal Sharron's stomach doesn’t have a profound smell and taste. He stomach just feels like a mixture of long digested foods and vomit, nothing particular I can point on. I don’t want her to do it again, but have no power to stop her from doing the same with the second biscuit piece in her hand.   

I stopped feeling my biscuit bodies which Samantha ate. The pieces inside Sharron's stomach were still awake for now, but not for long. The rest of me is left in the box, on the table at the teachers lounge. I spent the night there, alone in darkness. I cannot tell the time, only sit and wait to morning to come. Even then, I don't know when will be the next time a teacher or a staff member will reach down to grab a part of me to eat. It might be in the morning before the first classes, or I may have to wait until lunch break. Also, nobody knows even who will be the ones that will get me. I sure hope my literature teacher won't be one of them, she is one of the very few teachers I actually don't like, partially because I hate her class. Not that there is a teacher or any other person I would actually like to be eaten by. 

Well, when coming to think about it, there is one of the girls in my class. Her name is Angeline, and she is absolutely astonishing. I think I might have a crush on her. Well, if she would be the one to eat me, I think I might let it go free. A beautiful girl like her deserves it, but not my teachers. 

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Light flooded my eyes and woke me instantly. It took me few seconds to remember where I am and what is about to happen. As I'm coming to my senses, I hear a low pitched voice speaking excitedly about something sweet to eat. It all comes together as I see looming above me the huge face of Christine. Christine is my history teacher. I do like history, and the way she teaches it isn't boring at all. However, Christine is one of my oldest teachers, in her mid 60's. 

Oh please! I don’t want to be eaten by her! She is a nice teacher, I do respect her and all, but I really don’t want to enter her old mouth, be grinded by her yellowish old teeth. I try to brace as her hand comes to pick a few biscuits. She doesn’t talk to me or to the other teachers in the room too much. She simply delivers my pieces one by one in to her mouth to be chewed and swallowed. She doesn’t dunk me inside a coffee or tea, but I do smell hints of a coffee she had earlier when I smell her breath. Her lips aren’t as smooth as the ones of the previous women who ate me. Her teeth aren’t as whit and straight, but a bit yellowish. 

For some reason, I imagined her tongue to be all dry, like her face texture. I was surprised to find out it is slick and salivated no less than the others, which made me even more disgusted. Her teeth might be old, but they do a perfect job grinding me to dust, mushing me with saliva. When I reached her stomach, the smell and taste of her pervious coffee and whatever else she had for breakfast made their appearance. I'm not sure how much exactly is left of me on the table, but I hope the punishment will end soon. 

While my history teacher, Christine, is still in her way of eating the few of my biscuits she grabbed, another hand reached down the box. I could feel it all at the same time, which was curious. The hand coming to grab took a few pieces too. Once out of the box, the hand revealed to belong to Natalie, my literature teacher. My worst fear is coming true. I hear Natalie's annoying high pitched voice telling "About time someone would bring us the much needed snack to the lounge!" Grate, not only she is going to eat me, but apparently she really looked forward to it. 

Natalie has medium length smooth brown hair. She is in her late 40's, and has a skinny body. She likes to wear light dresses usually. As she hoists me from the box with a grin, I can see that she hold a cup of latte in her other hand. She takes a small sip off the cup first, slurping it in with her thin lips. She decides to have a taste of me in plain version, before dipping me in the coffee. She must be very hungry for me, because she opens her mouth quite wide, sticking her tongue out to guide me inside. 

I feel defeated. I know for sure that if Natalie somehow knew it is me rather than some regular lifeless biscuits, her fun would be much greater. As much as I didn’t like her as a teacher, she didn’t like me back as a student. Inside her mouth, the wet touch of her saliva isn't improving my experience at all. I don't know if her own breath is that not-pleasant, but the fact I don't like this woman makes me don't like the smell either. Her teeth grind me very fast and strong. This time it does feel painful. 

Bite after bite, my literature teacher inserts me into her mouth. She chews me very well, very strong, mixing me well with her rank saliva. At the same time, my old history teacher, Christine still keeps on eating me plain and dry. I can feel them both at the same time, which is highly disorienting. After finishing the first biscuit, Natalie decides I'm good enough to be dunked in her warm latte. After already experiencing it with the original teacher who gave me this punishment, Samantha, I know what to expect this time, or rather what to be afraid of. 

I can't help but think that Natalie somehow does know that it is me, and she do all of that this way deliberately to annoy and humiliate me. I really don’t like to be drowned in her coffee. I don’t like the smell, don’t like the taste, and don’t like the fact that she does like it and it's hers. From the coffee she brings me to her pink wet tongue. Being already softened, she doesn’t have to chew me so strong this time. Instead, she mushes and crushes me between her soft slimy tongue and the roof of her mouth. When she swallows, I can see that her stomach is pretty empty, nothing but me, some latte, and stomach acids. 

As the day goes on, more and more teachers came to have their share of me. Some came more than once, giving me another chance to "enjoy" their mouth and stomach, one of them was Samantha. Every teacher had her own way of eating me. Some like Samantha and Natalie, used me to be dipped in their coffee, which seemed popular, and some ate me plain and dry, grinding me well by their teeth and using their saliva to wet and soften me. Inside their stomachs, I encountered different conditions. Some had a content of a previous meal I could recognize, like yogurt or salad or some sandwich, some had a vomit like unclear mixture, and some had empty stomachs, waiting just for me. Another thing I noticed is that on some mouths, the teacher who ate me didn’t make sure to swallow every last bit, and some small pieces were still stuck between teeth.

One of the staff members who got me at one point, was Jane. Jane is a young substitute teacher. She only came to my class a couple of times, but I saw her around school here and there. She is young, in her late 20's. She has a smooth long dark hair, which sometimes she wears in a ponytail. She has a light skin tone and blue eyes. She likes to smile a lot, and seems very nice. It is clear that she hasn’t realized yet that students can be very tiring over time. When she came to eat some of me, she used my biscuits to spread on some Nutella. I like Nutella, it smelled and tasted really good. If not being placed on her soft wet tongue, dissolved by her saliva, and grinded by her teeth, I would have actually really liked being spread with it. One not too bad thing is that Jane's own breath smelled kind of nice, girly. This made me blush. A small part of me actually liked that she eats me, and like this, as opposed to the former teachers who ate me. 

Before the end of the day, during one of the last lessons period, Samantha came. At this point, I had only several biscuits bodies of me left in the box at the teachers lounge. The rest was sent to sleep, after starting digestion inside the teachers stomachs. I figured she will have something to say to me, or even plan to be the one eating my last pieces. 

"Hey there! How are you holding up? I didn't come to finish you, if that's what you thought. I came to tell you something else. I want you to consider this punishment to be on the lower spectrum of extra severe punishments. This time, I only made it so you endure it only to the stomach point. Shortly after you start mixing with the digesting stomach content, that piece of you goes to sleep, as you must have notice by now. I hope you will learn your lesson, because if not, then next time I'll make you witness firsthand the entire digestion process, if you know what I mean. I can also make it even worse, and don’t turn you back to human form in your own bed after it finishes, but make it a permanent transformation. If I were you I would pay extra attention to homework after this, hehe. So, it looks like there are only few last pieces of you left. I'm not going to eat them, but I assume the next person that will pass by will be the last one to eat you. See you tomorrow at second period! Oh, and don't forget you do have to submit today's homework for tomorrow, I don't care that you missed today's class hehe! Bye bye!"

Does it make sense that I genuinely try to think hard on how am I going to be able to make the English homework for tomorrow? It looks like she is giving me an impossible task. Maybe she actually really wants to transform me again and eat me? Before I had time to wonder too much on my situation, the school's principal walked by. Her name is Mrs. Miller, but I like to use her first name, Rebecca. Rebecca is in her early 50's, but she looks younger. She has a brown hair, usually tied in a high bun. She has glasses, and wears bright red lipstick. She transmits serious women vibes, everybody knows not to mess with her. 

This type of women is exactly the type who likes to seize an opportunity to finish a bunch of sweet biscuits laid in front of her so invitingly. She stops in her walk and looks at me, there is no one else in the room. She smiles to herself as she eyes me with playful hanger. It's been a long day for her, and my last few pieces is exactly what she needs to snack on to make it through the last hour left. She garbs the entire box and takes it to her office.
 
This is it, I think to myself, this is the last person, the end of my punishment. Come on, Rebecca, eat me and let's get this over with! I actually want her to eat me. I know it wouldn’t feel very nice, and I don't look forward to feel her tongue, her saliva, and her teeth. I don’t look forward to find out what's inside her stomach feels like. However, if she is the last one, then it means that no matter how bad it will be, after this my punishment will be over, to never happen again hopefully.

She starts eating me. Once again, and for the last time I hope, I smell her mouth breath. I melt when being drowned in her slimy bitter saliva. I feel her tongue sloshing and twisting me all around, and her teeth crushing me with powerful force. Inside her stomach, I am defeated by what I think are the remains of tuna sandwich, cottage cheese, and vegetables. I know it will be over soon. 

Before long, the very last piece of me is left. Because all the others are in darkness, I focus my attention and eye sight to this piece. All I can see now is the school's principal, Rebecca Miller, putting me entirely inside her mouth. I look back to see the outer world from inside her warm damp mouth. The teeth and lips are closing, living me in darkness. One final time, the chewing and mushing with saliva are taking place. I hear wet noises of mastication very loud, it's all I can hear now. My heart pounds fast with excitement. She swallows me with a loud gulp. 

Inside her stomach, I feel cool water raining from above. She must have washed me and my last bits down with a cup of water. Within few minutes of mixing in her stomach with her lunch and digestive acids, I fall asleep. 

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 I wake up in my own warm bed. I'm dry, smell good, and I can control my human body again. I check the time on my watch. Oh crap! I really have to hurry, I'm about to be late foe school. During my speed run to put cloths on and brush my teeth, I realize I have no time at all to do my English homework. If I won't submit them today, Samantha will turn me into food again! This time she promised it will be even worse! I must think of a plan while running to school. 

On my run, I make a small burp. It smells like my own stomach contains remnants of what all of the teachers who ate me yesterday had. I feel extra disgusted, my mind brings up the memories of the smells, tastes and feels I endured. I have to put these thoughts aside, snatch my backpack and prey to catch the school bus. 

I made it, and walked through the school gates with heavy breathing. At the gate, it was my literature teacher, Natalie, to welcome the entering students with "good morning". When I walked through, she looked at me and we made an eye contact. She licked her lips and winked at me, following the sweetest, calmest "good morning" I've ever heard her saying, especially to me. At this point, I know I was screwed. 

This is a Food transformation and Vore story, about a student being transformed into food and being eaten by is teachers, including FULL digestion (with warning before the chapter). That last part is optional, so if you don't like toilet content you can skip it. 


Contains: Vore, food tf, teacher, school, digestion, FULL digestion (with toilet content), food, aware + unaware, FF/food.

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The bell signaling the end of first period and the beginning of the second went off. I just finished with history lesson and had to go to English lesson. If you'll ask me what subject was Christine, my history teacher was talking about, I'll have no answer. During the entire lesson, I could think about only two things. The first, which was right in front of me, is Christine's mouth. Only yesterday while I was in a cookie form, she was one of the teachers who ate me. I still remember very clearly what being chewed inside her mouth felt like, which sends shivers down my spine. The trauma is still fresh. She however, has no idea that I myself was the biscuits she ate, or so I think at least.  

The second thing that's in my mind is what about to come. The original teacher who gave me the punishment of being a bunch of biscuits to be eaten by her and her colleagues is Samantha. She is Also my English teacher, the one who teaches the very next lesson. She already warned me that if I'll fail to submit her homework for today (which I had no chance to actually do), she'll give me an even more severe punishment. I just know it will come. She did it deliberately, she wants to turn me into food again, and she needed the right excuse. I look with great fear forward to her lesson, like seeing the accident about to happen with no way to stop it. My heart is pounding fast, I'm getting sweaty, and goose bumps. 

During the lesson, Samantha sees the pure dreadfulness in my face and completely ignores it. She acts like nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. To my great surprise, she doesn't even check the homework. I come to the point when I nearly shit myself with terror of being mushed inside her mouth again, but she acts like it's just another Tuesday. I get chills when she sips her mug of coffee, and she just talks about grammar like nothing has ever happened. I am very confused.    

After the lesson end and it's time for the break, I get filled with hope. Maybe, she just threatened me to be very afraid of ever not doing homework again? Maybe the principal, Rebecca, or her vice, Sharron, found out about it and told her the punishment was too extreme? In either case, I have learned my lesson. I'll never get on the bad side of any teacher again. What started as respect for them now became fear. The trauma is so fresh even hearing my classmates eating their lunch, masticating the food between their teeth, fills me with disgust and shivers. On the bright side, I'm safe now, that situation will never happen again, I'll do my best to make sure of that.

The last period of today is a double period of literature lesson. I never liked Natalie, my literature teacher, even before yesterday, but now I hate her even more. Just this morning when walking through the high school's gates, she gave me a thick hint that she is fully aware of the punishment given to me by her colleague. She seemed to liked it, a lot. When she enters the class, my mind brings up the fresh memory of what her mouth breath smells like, what her sticky wet saliva feels, and what was being digested inside her stomach felt. She makes a devious eye contact with me. A small smirk is formed with her lips. 

"Welcome class! Before we begin today's lesson, I want everyone to put away all of their stuff, except one pen or two. Aww don't make those noises, but you guessed right, it's a pop up quiz. The quiz will test you on yesterday's lesson, I want to check if you actually paid any attention. Any student who was here yesterday and paid attention, will have no trouble whatsoever to pass the quiz. Everyone else, well, you'll face the consequences."

My heart dropped down. My hope was shattered. She and Samantha knew exactly what they were doing. They planned it. They wanted to torment my mind like this. Without Natalie even saying what the consequence of failing this nuisance pop up quiz will be, I have a pretty good guess. My last chance of hope is that it will be multi choice questions, so I'll have at least some statistical chance to pass. When Natalie gets closer to hand me the quiz sheet, I nearly faint. There is only one question, an open question basically asking about the stuff she must have spoken of yesterday. I hear a small giggle in her voice once she passed me. 

Apparently, while everyone else in the world see me as a senior high school student, some of the staff members, Natalie included, see me as a food ingredient. This is a disturbing thought. It is clear to me as well as to my teacher that I'm not going to pass this quiz. My estimate proved correct when Natalie told me to wait by her desk as the final bell of the school day ringed. I gulped with fear, this is it. Natalie used her irritating squeaky voice. 

"Do you know why I called you? Hush, don't answer to me, I'm the one who is talking now. Well, you are the only one who failed today's quiz. Every single student passed it, except you. This is really miserable result. I really don't like when students don’t pay attention in my classes. Ep epep, hush! I don’t care that you weren’t here yesterday, it's your responsibility to catch up and close any gaps. Now, as I said in the beginning, I'm going to give you a choice in punishment. Think carefully before you answer."

I feel stupid. I feel helpless. What can I do in this situation? Nothing. If I try to make a run and escape, she'll use whatever power she possess to turn me into whatever food item she want anyway. I really have no choice but to hear her out, see what two bullshit "options" she is giving me. Something I notice while she speaks is her expression. She looks in delight, she is obviously enjoying every second of my mind being tormented, and from the misery shown on my face.  

"If it hasn't been clear by now, I too have the ability to transform you into something. I really enjoyed your taste as a sweet biscuit by the way, Samantha is just awesome hehe! So, unlike last time this next transformation will be a bit different. I give you a choice between two types of transformation. The first option is long term transformation. This will be much longer, unlike the last one where you got back to being human once you were all consumed. The exact thing you'll be transformed into is only for me to know, but I can tell you it will be something related to me, and will last a long time. It won't be something consumable. "

I wonder what she means by that. Is that an object? Like an inanimate object? Or maybe some animal, like a pet? I have a feeling that being her property for a long period of time will be like a nightmare I cannot wake up from.

"The second option is a much shorter term transformation. You'll be transformed into a food item of my choice again, so you already know it doesn’t last very long. You won't know which food item it will be, or who is going to eat you. That's it, these are your options. Now, I'll give you ten seconds to make your choice. If you don't answer in ten seconds, I'm going to turn you into the class's trash can, so better hurry up hehe! Ten, nine..."

Wait, what? No no! Oh, what should I choose? Both options sound terrible. She's already at "six, five…". I better tell something right now! She's smiling and licking her lips. Why is she smiling? Why is she so evil to me? 

"Three… Two…"

Oh crap! One quick glimpse of a crazy dark idea crosses my mind in this second. What if she licks her lips like this because the long term transformation is to become part of her own body? More specifically, to become Natalie's tongue for a long time duration? Oh, that would be most terrible for sure! 

"One.."

Food! Food! Turn me into food! Eat me again! I try to say as quickly as I can. Being turned eternally into a trash can is definitely worse. I really have zero confidence that I made the right choice. Being turned into food and eaten again scares the hell out of me, but the other curios unknown long term option might be even worse. It also might be better, in theory she might have turn me into a vase for a week or two, which wouldn’t be that bad. She could also be turning me into something I would hate, for years.

"Wooh, that was close! I would have asked you if you're sure, but I don’t really care. I hoped you would choose this option. When people transform into foods, whatever food they ended up as tastes much better than the soulless one." 

With that, Natalie held my head gently by the sides and leaned forward to plant a wet kiss on my forehead. She went down and planted another one on the tip of my nose. She drew back a few centimeters and snapped her teeth hard. She burst into laughter right after. A dark thought crossed my mind at this moment; I knew I will forever be owned by her. She smiled and snapped her fingers. It all went dark. 

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I wake up feeling cold, and it is dark. I have no idea where I am, nor what food type she chose to turn me into. Last time, Samantha had me sign a form and all, and explained everything pretty quick. This time I already know Natalie transformed me into food, and I know to expect seeing everything in larger scale. I think that the cold temperature, the lack of light, and this humming noise I hear suggest that I'm in a refrigerator. When coming to think on it, I do smell that smell of mixture of food you get inside a typical fridge. 

Some time later, my calculated guess is found out to be correct. I see light and a huge refrigerator door opens in front of me. I can see some sauce bottles, beer bottles, and spices on the door shelves. When the door is opened, I see the familiar huge figure of my literature teacher. She wears comfortable home cloths. She doesn't look at me, she only pulls out a tupperware box with some food inside and closes the door back. Ok, so I am inside the fridge in Natalie's house. Am I going to be eaten exclusively by her this time? Maybe by her family members too? Oh please not, I didn't like being eaten by my teachers last time, but I'm sure I'll hate it even more if being eaten by her husband or kids. These are people I don’t even know. 

The fridge's door was opened and closed a few more times. Most of the times it was Natalie herself, getting out something to eat or to cook dinner with. Other times it was her husband or one of her kids, pulling out something to eat or drink. None of them have touched me or looked at me however. Regardless, each time the door was opened, I grew scared. I have become patienceless. I know I won't like what will come next, I already know what it is like being eaten alive, but I really need this to end and to my life to go back to normal. Oh come on Natalie, don’t just take this yogurt, take me, eat me and let's get this over already! Wait what? Did she just smile to me? Can she hear my thoughts? Why is she so cruel?

The door is opening once more. At this point I'm a bit less frightened than the first times. This time however, Natalie's hand is reaching for me. I can see now that I'm wrapped in clear plastic. She places me on the counter top and starts to explain. I did not miss hearing her high pitched voice.

"Hey there! How were the last couple of days in my fridge? You must be already used to being my food by now hehe. So this is how it's going to work. Later this evening, we have the high school's staff mid semester meeting. It is our habit to have a nice big dinner at the conference room at the school. Every teacher brings something, a dish she made, or some beverages, or dessert. Usually, I bring my famous lasagna, which everyone loves so much. Little do they know, except for Samantha, that every time I use my most annoying student as one of the ingredients. We take turns, Samantha and I, last time she used a student to make her cheese cake. This time it's my turn, and you're going to be one of the ingredients that I'll use to make the lasagna."

The first thing that comes to my mind is that I don't like lasagna. The second thing is that Natalie probably heard the first thought, which will only make her happier. At least I know that after this evening my punishment will be over. 

"In case you wondered, you are a block of mozzarella cheese. I'm going to grate you to small flakes, and sprinkle you between layers of lasagna sheets, some eggplants, and tomato sauce. Don’t worry, being cooked in the heat of the oven will not kill you. In fact, not even the chewing will, or the digestion. That's right, last time once the digestion started in the stomach that piece of you went to sleep, and when it all finished you woke up in your own bed. Samantha told me everything. I didn't tell you this before, but this time it's a permanent transformation. You will not be a human ever again. This is your final life, being a cheese for me to cook and eat with my colleagues at dinner. Also, this time you won't black out few moments after reaching the stomach. Instead, you'll continue all the way further down the line of digestion. I'll let you figure out by yourself what does it mean haha!"

Natalie then continued making her lasagna. There is no point in talking to me, there is nothing she need to say to me at this point. She does keep hearing my own thoughts, my own miserable thought and crying. It only makes her giggle and smile at me. Her grin is evil mixed with happiness and satisfaction. All I can do is sit there and watch as she does what need to be done with each ingredient, and then she grabs me.

Being a hard block of cheese, she needs to grate me in the metal grater by hand. Being grinded, reduced into flakes feels strange. On one hand I feel the sharpness pain of the metal teeth. On the other hand, it feels a bit nice in a strange way, like a massage that is painful yet feels good and relaxing. Within few minutes, I'm transformed from a solid block to hundreds of small pieces. Each one of them I can feel perfectly as a part of my body, the same way it was when I was biscuits. Only one relatively large piece left. It is too small to be grated by hand, yet too big to go on the lasagna. Natalie simply takes this piece and throws it into her mouth. 

I did not expect that, but I'm not surprised either. Once more, I smell Natalie's mouth breath. She didn’t eat or drink something distinct recently, so it's her own scent, which I wouldn’t describe as roses. Her tongue is soft and wet. A large pool of thick slimy saliva waits for me. Grinding me must have made her crave foe a taste. Unlike when I was a backed sweet, this time I'm more soft and sticky. She needs both her teeth and her tongue to grind, mush, and prepare me to pass down her throat. I almost forgot how disgusting being mushed and mixed with someone else's saliva is. From the excessive tongue movement, I take it that she really enjoys my taste. She swallows me with wet noises of gulping.   

At the same time I feel both my piece that she swallowed, sliding down and into her stomach, and the rest of my flakes inside a glass bowl. Natalie uses her hand to sprinkle me between layers of lasagna as she told me she would do. I can feel, smell, and taste all around me the salty, bitter, sour, and oily tastes of the other ingredients. Not my favorite taste. The piece that is already inside her stomach can't see a thing because it is total darkness, but I can feel the stomach digestive acids slowly starting to work on me. As Natalie said, this piece doesn’t go dark. 

Inside the oven, I feel the heat gradually intensifies. It starts from warm and cozy, continues to uncomfortably warm, to hot, to very hot, to literally boiling hot. With the high temperatures, my cheese body starts to melt and liquefy. My fluids are mixing with the tomato sauce fluids, the pasta sheets cooks inside it. The top layer slowly gets broiled. I feel like I'm being burned, but it doesn't hurts so much. On contrary, it feels more tingling, ticklish even. About 45 minutes later Natalie turns the oven off and pulls me out. She looks at me and says that I look absolutely delicious, she can't wait to have me for dinner this evening and sure the rest of the teachers and staff members will just love my taste. After that I'm being covered in aluminium foil and plunged back to darkness.
    
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I feel movement, hear the sounds. I'm assuming Natalie went to dress up for the occasion, then when she returns to carry me to her car. The quiet and darkness give me time to think and wonder on my future. Until Natalie told me the properties of the current transformation, I was sure it's a mere punishment, something she did just because she likes temporary turning into foods and eat them, then turn them back to humans. When she told me this one is permanent and I will not be a human ever again she shattered my mind. At first I hoped she would eat me fast, so this nightmare will be over quick. Now that I know what she told me, I don’t want my life to end so soon. I don’t want to become a disgusting digestion by product from a bunch of mature ladies. What will my life will look like then? Will there be a point where my life will end for good? Maybe it's better than eternal torment. 

We arrive at the destination. I feel myself being put on a table. I can recognize the voices of my teachers and the high school's staff members. I hear laughter, exchanging pleasantries, talking about school stuff. I hear Sharron the vice principal welcomes Natalie. She tells her she is looking forward to taste her lasagna. How wonderful, I think to myself. I hear Samantha asking Natalie if that is what she thinks it is. I feel what must be her finger pressing and pointing on my cover. Natalie confirms and they both giggle with lust. I hear other teacher also asking about the covered tray of delicious smelling lasagna. Some of them I recognize by voice, some even were among those who ate me as biscuits few days ago, but some I don't recognize at all. Well, it's not like I personally know every single teacher in this school. It's safe to assume I'll experience new mouths chewing and swallowing me today. 

The group of women starts with business first. They show some slide, discuss some data, it's really boring. If they intend to eat me, so be it, no need to prolong my torment. When they conclude, they make a toast for another successful semester. My aluminium foil cover then being taken off, reveling me to their hungry eyes. I feel shivers running through my melted cheese body. The other dishes are being uncovered as well. I see bowls with salads, trays with cooked vegetables, a casserole, some stuff with chicken, and more. These are ordinary soulless foods. From what I understand, I'm the only one who has been transformed into an ingredient in this meal. Also, I'm pretty sure no one with the exception of Natalie and Samantha even knows that it is me as part of the lasagna. The latter had already transformed me to a snack once. 

The meal starts. Every teacher sends her hands to grab something from one of the serving dishes and put a potion on her own plate. The first one to reach and cut herself a nice portion of me is Jane, the young and attractive substitute teacher who ate me with some Nutella as biscuits. She is eager to try one of the older, more experienced, teacher's recipe. I remember her mouth not being that bad. She is a really nice teacher and a nice woman in general. Part of me is glad that I get to feed her among all the other "witches". 

I can feel myself being cut, and my cheesy body being stretched and pulled in strings. It feels weird to be divided into several parts like this, but the concept is not new to me. Right after Jane, the next teacher to get her portion of me is someone I don't know. I have seen her face at school, but she never taught any class I attended to. She looks in her late 30's, with medium length wavy brown hair and light brown eyes. When coming down to her plate, she places me beside some fresh vegetables that were already there. Meanwhile, Jane put some cooked vegetables near me in her own plate. 

One by one, more women come each at her own turn to cut herself a nice appetizing portion of me. There is not enough of me for everyone to have, but at least eight different women can share me this evening. The next two to have me were Samantha, my English teacher, and Natalie, my literature teacher. It was obvious from the beginning these two will have me. They are the two who wanted me in this position in the first place. The other women to grab my remaining portions were putting me on their plates which have already contained other servings of foods, rubbing it harder that I'm nothing but food for them. 

Sharron, the chubby vice principal, was one of them. She is another woman I already know what being eaten by feels like. Also there were Tina, my math teacher with curly black hair and glasses, and Caroline, the students counselor who usually deals with the naughty student, not me. Last one was another teacher or stuff member I don't recognize. I think she is one of the secretaries, but she might be a new young teacher. She has a tide blonde hair, fashionable glasses, and wears red lipstick. She seems younger than the average. Now all of my eight pieces are divided between eight different plates, sitting near different foods that are offered on the table. 

Unlike last time, when I was biscuits, this time they don't eat me one by one. This time I feel all of them simultaneously. It is much harder to concentrate this way. My best way to describe this is like trying to watch eight different scenes of the same movie, on eight different monitors, all of them around me in every direction, at the same time. The sound is easier though, because it's basically coordinated and pretty much same. 

I feel forks digging into me. I feel their metal rods piercing into me. My pieces are being delivered into warm feminine mouths. I feel myself being gently placed on wet tongues. Some mouths open wide, and the tongue is sticking out to grab me, other open narrower, and the fork pushing me inside. My body isn't hard and dry like baked cookies, so there is no need of rough chewing and crushing. There's still some chewing needed, to cut me into smaller, easier to swallow pieces. This goes on repeatedly for quite long. I try to focus specifically on each one of the women eating me at least once, how my life is going to look like after his dinner is going to be determined solely by their bodies. Out of curiosity, I concentrate first on the women who hadn't already eaten me in my previous punishment.

I start with the one I know, my math teacher Tina. I like math because I'm pretty good at it. However, I hate doing math homework, feels irrelevant when I already understood the subject, no need for repetitive exercising. You can guess by yourself what it makes me feel towards Tina. In her mouthful right before me, she took a bite from one of the chicken dishes. I am going inside her mouth right after she swallows. When her mouth opens, I see strands of sticky saliva stretched from top to bottom. I see small bits of her previous bites still clanged to her teeth. Her warm breath smells strongly of the food she already ate. Inside her dark mouth, she mushes me with her powerful tongue before using her teeth to help. For some reason, being dissolved by her saliva makes me sense everything stronger, even my own lasagna taste. Without a heads up, she swallows me down into her stomach. I can already tell I'm not liking what's waiting for me inside, but for now I'm focusing on my yet to be eaten pieces, and the other mouths currently masticating me. 

Next one I shift my focus to is the young blonde whose name I don't know, and which I'm not sure if she's a secretary or one of the teachers. Maybe later this evening I'll find the answer, not that it really matters. She is one of the women who open their mouth wide, sticking her glistering tongue out and down. Before entering her mouth, I can smell her sweet girly perfume. Her teeth and inner lips come to close behind me, to allow the fork to be pulled out. It does feel relieving, to have the fork's metal rods skewering me to be pulled out. However, now she is about to crush me with her teeth and make me into a mush mixed with her saliva, so the relieving moment is only short lived. The smell of her mouth and the taste of her slimy saliva aren’t that bad in comparison to the others actually. Her chewing is a bit rougher though. When she swallows, she moans in delight and compliment Natalie for the excellent lasagna. Natalie answers "You're welcome, Mandy!" Ok, so she is Mandy, good to know.
  
After Mandy I choose to concentrate on Caroline. She is the students counselor. I never really needed her help, she mostly deals with attention problems students. She is on the upper scale of ages around the table. I already know from personal experience that being eaten by relatively older women feels a bit worse, their own mouth scent isn't young and fresh. Her saliva feels stickier than the others. I don’t know if her teeth seem yellowish due to her age, or simply because being affected by the food she already chewed and swallowed. I fell really disgusted to be spread and dissolved in her warm mouth like this. She as well swallows me down into her stomach, what else could she do? 

Last one to focus on among the women who never ate me before is the brunette teacher, the one who was second in line to get a portion of me. Although at this point when I chose to focus on her, she already had a mouthful or two of me. In this current forkful of me she is getting, I see something not very nice to the eyes. Right before me, she took a bite out of some cooked vegetables. Before she finished chewing and swallowing it, she inserted me into her mouth. Even from outside, I can see the saliva drenched mush of semi chewed food inside her open mouth, waiting for me to join in and be chewed together. This really disgusts me and I try to pull out of there, with no success. Instead, she pushes me face first into the mush sitting on her tongue. The entire place is covered in the wetness of the sticky saliva, and the smell of her breath is pungent. She barely chews me with the other food, and quickly swallows down. She must have come here very hungry. She likes my taste so much she shoves another forkful of me into her mouth right after. This time she dedicates the moment to fully enjoy my fine taste. 

I find it really unfair. All these women seem to enjoy my exquisite taste, savor my deliciousness, while I don't like my own taste very much. As said before, I don't like this type of food very much. Sharron gave me the opposite of the recent teacher. She put me in her mouth first, chewed me few times, and then brought some fresh vegetables to be chewed together with me. I hear her moaning in delight. It is very loud to my ears. When she swallows my piece, almost half of me is already in one stomach or another. 

The young substitute teacher, Jane, ate me last time with something sweet. It gave me a relatively nicer experience of being eaten in comparison to the others. When she first put me in her plate, I was somewhat happy that it is her rather than another old lady like Rebecca the principal, which by the way I can see is disappointed she hadn't got to have a taste of me. Jane was unknowingly nice to me this time as well. Before she grabbed a bite of me, she took a sip of water, to clean her mouth and throat from the recent food. This means that inside her mouth I'll only feel her own nice feminine mouth scent. She is such an angelic woman, it almost feels calming to be eaten by her. Her teeth are white and smooth too, not yellowish and stale like with some others. Another thing is I heard her saying she doesn’t want to eat too much, she wants to save place for dessert. It feels nice to know I'll share the room in her stomach with something sweet that might actually ease my dreadful experience.

Last two were Samantha and Natalie. Samantha is the first person to ever eat me. Natalie is one of my most disliked teachers, and the one who cooked me into this lasagna. Being eaten by them both, felt beyond just disgusting. There is a saying goes "In the rain you only get wet once." In matters of being disgusted from the women's saliva all over my body, and mixing with whatever else they choose to eat or drink, it can't get any worse. Besides, I'm pretty used to it by now. However, with these two, it is more than that. With them it is also humiliating. The rest of the women have no idea who they eat, they are innocent in their bliss. 

Natalie and Samantha are the only two that know exactly what and who they are eating. Before each one of them puts a piece of me in her mouth, she looks directly at me. At some points they gave me a little smile, at one or two they even winked or stuck their tongues out to mock me. They also liked to play with me inside their mouths. They sometimes chewed really hard, crushing me as much as possible. Sometimes they used their tongue to slosh through me or throw me all over inside their mouth. That wasn't enough for them, they really tried to go out of their way to torment me. Another humiliation, first done by Samantha then followed by her friend, is to burp inside their mouth while I'm there. It's not like that I haven't smelled the horrible pungent smell of their stomach, but the humiliating aspect was their goal. 

Natalie and Samantha coordinated that the last two pieces of me will be eaten by them. They waited for all other women who chose to have a portion of me to finish their servings. Once only two small pieces of me left, one on each of the two teachers plate, they decided to finish me themselves. They did it together, smiling to each other. In perfect coordination, they both delivered me inside their mouths. They enjoyed my taste one last time, before sending me down for good. Natalie could hear the terror in my thoughts, and she giggled. Once they both swallowed, I stopped following what is happening in the outside world.

From now on, all of me is being digested inside one of the eight stomachs of the women who ate me. I can see nothing, absolutely darkness. Not a single crumb of me is left in the serving dish or on a plate. Every stomach feels a little bit different, depends on what this woman chose to eat or drink alongside me. However, the collective general feeling was similar. In each stomach I felt the digestive acids starting to do their work, and I was blended with the foods that were offered on the table besides me. 

Not too much later, and I start to feel sweet taste. I smell some chocolate, strawberries, cheese cake. Every teacher or staff member eats something different, some want to try several things, some not even having dessert. If I kept my tracking right, which is extremely difficult right now, I can feel in Jane's stomach large quantities of chocolate. When coming to think on it, in some stomachs I'm not sure inside which woman I'm in. All of that swirling around made me lose track. Oh well, I guess I'll find out once she extracts me out of her butt tomorrow. With the conclusions of the staff dinner, I feel great movement. Each teacher is getting up, walking to her car to drive home. It's a unique feeling, being inside someone's body, becoming practically part of it. At some point, my minds get too blurry to understand what's happening. 

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**** This is the part where the digestion continues (toilet warning) ****

I know about the digestion process. I know that after the stomach, there is a long ride throughout the intestines. I know this process will take away all of the nutrients that the woman's body need, give back what it doesn't need, will mix me well and turn me into feces. Yes, that was part of Samantha threat. She told me that the second time I'll be experiencing the full length of the digestion process. Yup, it means that right now, I'm uncontrollably crawling through eight different tunnels of intestines, belonging to eight different older women, each in her own paste. I have no idea who is who, the darkness has yet to leave me. 

My own body texture is slowly changing. I can also feel the gradual change in smells and tastes. However, it is not a fast transition, so it's not always easy to sense the differences. I feel the pressure growing as time passes by. The intestines are compressing the fecal I'm becoming more and more, adding it to previous fully digested foods. I cannot comprehend that I'm on my way to become literal pieces of shit, human excrement. If I thought feeling my teachers spit all over my body is disgusting or thought being mushed inside their mouths is humiliating, than this going to be is much worse. Becoming logs of shit, being expelled into a toilet is the most terrible thing I can imagine would ever happen to me. 

As I slither forward, I smell farting scents here and there. It doesn't smell like my own diary produced fecal matter, but from the other foods they ate. This realization makes me feel more humiliated. If it was my own scent, I would find it somewhat less badly than having a legitimate shit clinging, compressing with my body. I wonder what will be next. Natalie said it is a short term transformation, but also that it is permanent. So, when my end will come? When they flush me down the toilet, or somewhere after that? It is so quiet no, must be still night time. 

I feel great movement again, not with all my parts, only with some. Well, some people wake up earlier than others. Some will have me as their morning dump, and some with slower metabolism might have me dumped only tomorrow. I wish I could have been digested to be absorbed in body parts of some of the teachers that ate me, instead of being dropped down a toilet bowl. Alas, Natalie is the one controlling the narrative, and this is the fate she chose for me. Well, maybe I'm the one to be blamed, I could have chosen the long term transformation. Who knows, it might have been played out exactly like that, but instead of feces I would have end up as a living part of Natalie's body. Then again, which one is less terrible?

One part of me slithers forward faster than the others. I feel the pressure building up around it. I think this part is about to be expelled. I wonder who it is. Which of the women is about to show me for the first time what being dumped out of someone's butt as a log of shit looks like? Whoever she is, I feel her body sitting on a toilet seat. I'm about to find out very soon.

I see light. Then darkness again. The anus muscles are opening and closing intermittently. I'm being pushed further down. Light shows up once more, but this time I'm being pushed through. As it has been so far, I still have no control over my body. I see below me the large pool of toilet water. They appear to be already yellowish with piss. Now that I'm exposed to air, I smell the acrid stench, the sourness of the piss as well as my own putrid feces scent. Wow that smells horrible. I slowly descend down, still connected to the rest of the brown log. I start feel myself losing the connection, and dropping down into the pool of piss with a plop. I look up just in time to see another huge brown log dropping down on top of me. it pulls me down beneath the water. 

The current woman who dumps me, made me quite firm and solid. She must get smooth bowel movements regularly. Because I'm beneath the yellow piss, I can only vaguely see the shape of the woman's hand coming to wipe her ass. She throws the soiled toilet paper on top of me and the rest of the pile of shit. It prevents me from seeing who she is when she gets up. Someone, a teacher who ate me, one of eight possible woman, have just shat me out, dumped me in a toilet as her excrements, and I don't even know who. I hear water rushing down from all over, and a strong suction downwards. That piece of my becomes highly dizzy, and blacks out for good. 

Okay, I have an answer to my question. This is how my life ends, when I'm being flushed down. I'm scared. I want this nightmare to end, but don't want my life to end in general. I want to go back to being human, not being the digestion waste product of my teachers. That's makes the mystery of who have just dumped me even worse. That woman, whether it is one of my teachers, a different class's teacher, or a staff member, she have just permanently ended a part of my body and soul, and I don't even know who she is. 

As the morning goes on, some more women need to go to the toilet to dispose of me. Some of them cover me in toilet paper, so I can't see who they are, but the rest do give me a last glimpse of their faces. The way I'm being expelled out, my texture, color, smell and taste also varies from woman to woman. Each one digested me a bit differently. 

For example, Sharron produced me as very mushy, almost liquid feces. I slide out of her asshole very quick, plopping down her toilet bowl with splashing sounds. She proceeded to pee on me. I felt extremely disgusted, utterly humiliated to find myself in this situation. She wiped and threw the toilet paper, it got stuck on the toilet's porcelain inner wet side. I could see her chubby face looming high above me one last time before she pulled the handle and flushed me down for good. 

Another unknown woman disposed of me in small bursts. As I slide down through her anus, the ring muscle switched from shut tide to open loose rapidly. Instead of on continuous log of shit, I came out as several smaller ones, as her butt cut me to portions. Inside her toilet bowl, I came across something dark red and soft. Is that her used tampon? Eew! When she done, she wiped with baby wipes, covering me completely. Again, another woman has just disposed of me for good, without giving me the chance to look at her one last time and confirm who she was. I hope it wasn't Jane, I would love a one last look at her, she is so innocent. 

During the morning, a total five women disposed of me. Three of them are unknown, one was Sharron, and the fifth was that brunette teacher whose name I don't know. The latter expelled me with ha huge amount of other feces, which weren't part of my body, these were her fully digested previous meals. Being stacked on a pile of her feces, exposed to air and sour piss water, made me smell and even taste her other excrements very well. This is without any doubt the worst ones I have ever sensed. For some reason, she sat over me for longer time than the others. She must have been playing with her phone, ignoring my stress down beneath her. Only three women left after that. Who will dispose of me next?

Later that day, it was the turn of Samantha. She knows exactly what she is doing to me. She used to be my English teacher, I used to respect her. Sure, so I didn’t do all of the homework she gave me, but is that a good enough reason to turn me into food, eat me, digest me, and then dispose of me as feces for good? Apparently she thinks so. I hear her grunt as she defecates. She even rips a wet fart over me once I'm already down. She gets up before wiping and turns around to look at me. I see her blonde face looking on me from a top position that says everything.

"Hey there! Listen, I know you think you were a smart student and all, but no. You are not. You are nothing but a piece of shit. My shit. I'm glad I get to dispose of you. Bye bye!"
With that, I saw Samantha's red lips pursing. She spat a glob of spit right down on me. She wiped her ass and threw the toilet paper near me. She looked at me one last time, smiling. She waved her fingers as she pulled the handle. That part was flushed down, gone forever too.  

Next one, somewhere in the afternoon, was Natalie. That means only one left after her. I hope the last one will be Jane, so at least I'll get someone nice to look at before my inevitable, miserable end. Natalie produces me as yellowish, soft, sticky, shapeless feces. The smells and tastes around me are even worse than all that came before. Natalie hears that thought and laughs. She pisses on me right after. When she done, she wiped and took care to throw the toilet paper near me, to not block my view. She got up to talk to me, to torment and mock me like Samantha did. 

"So, this is the last time we'll see each other. I must be honest with you, I nearly got tempted to defecate you inside a jar, and keep you on the shelf in my office. Seeing how repulsive you came out, I'm glad I didn't. Nevertheless, I think that disposing of you for good, erasing you out of my life will be a more fitting punishment. You are a piece of turd, and turds get to be flushed down the toilet. How does it feel? Did you like being eaten by me? How did the digestion go? What does it feels like, to be my excrements? You are disgusting."

*SPIT*

*COUGH*

*SPIT*

"Here, let me blow my nose and throw the dirty tissue on you as well. You deserve it. Is there anyone else left to dispose of you, or am I the last one? You know what, I don't really care, it's not my habit to think about other people's toilet visits. I'm just glad I get to dispose of at least this portion of you for good. You have no idea how much I hated you as a student. What's that? What? You don't want to be disposed of for good? You want to live longer? Haha! That's very nice to hear, makes me so much more content in doing the opposite and do dispose of you for good like the piece of turd you are. Phew, the smell starts to become too much intolerable. Look at my face closely, this might be the last human face you'll ever see. Bye!"

Natalie then stuck her tongue out and flipped her finger at me. she did her best to humiliate and torture me. 

*FLUSH*

Only one woman left. I am still compressed inside her bowels. I don't know who she is. It might be Caroline, the mature students counselor. It can also be Mandy, the young blonde woman who might be a secretary or a new teacher. However, my hopes are that it is neither. I hope I will turn to be Jane. She is angelic. She managed to turn the ultra terrifying ordeal of being eaten alive to something that at some level felt even nice. I'm confident that if she will be the last one to defecate me, she'll find a way to make it a little less shitty. 

When evening came, I felt the movement happening again. This is it, in any second now, whoever she is she'll shit me out, and that would be my end. I'm both excited and terrified. I can see the light, I'm being pushed out of her butt. Damn it smells so bad, taste is equally horrible. I'm being dropped down into the yellow piss water, splashing down with a plop. One last time, come on. All I see above me is the underside of a woman. I feel ashamed. Come on, there she goes. She wipes and lets the toilet paper drop down on me. it only covers half of my field of view. I see her getting up. Without even looking down, she reaches for the handle. No! Wait, please! Just at least let me see who you are! 

My requests are falling on deaf ears. She ignores me completely. Only when she unintentionally leans a bit forward to reach the handle, I can see her blonde hair tide high. This is Mandy, not Jane, and even she doesn’t let me see her face one last time properly. I don't have enough time to be disappointed. She flushes me down for good, just as fit for her stinky turds, to be disposed of like excrement rather than like the human I used to be.