In a world where vore is real but taboo, there’s an endosoma relationship between a tiny and a giant couple where the tiny is in college, but they take all of their classes online. They manage to skate by for the first two years without having to ever turn their camera on. However, now that they’re in higher level courses, the professors are more strict, thus they require cameras to be on. For their first class of their junior year, they try to enter the class with their camera on, but all of their flashlights off so no one can see anything in the stomach, only a dim outline of the tint’s face. The professor calls them out during roll call, stating that they must turn their lights on in their room - no exceptions. “Calling it a room is a sick joke,” they mutter. The professor moves on and just expects them to fix it. They begrudgingly turn on all the flashlights and put a green screen background on. The green screen covers the stomach walls for the most part, except for when they flex and churn, then the stomach walls phase into view, but not too noticeably. The class continues on with little issue until the tiny is answering a question, the whole class’s eyes on them, when suddenly there’s a loud chewing and swallowing noise in the background. Seconds later, the tiny is splattered with chewed up pizza mixed with hot saliva. The professor interrupts and asks if they’re in a stomach. They shyly answer, “yes.” The professor says, “oh okay. You still have to complete every assignment. Continue.” They sigh in relief and continue their thought as more and more pizza slides into their partner’s hungry stomach.
Once class is over, they send dozens of angry texts to their pred partner, reminding them not to eat during their class hours, no matter how hungry they are. But once their partner apologizes profusely and sends down a few treats, they soften and realize that everyone already knows they live in a stomach…. What’s the harm in giving them a show?
