The cradle of life (Patreon)

“Don't worry, you'll still have an hour to decide to continue before the acid starts its hard work,” Says the titanic penguin woman, licking the corners of her long bird-like beak, savoring what remained of the student's taste, a voluntary bite that still trembled at the moment of signing the awareness document. It's not uncommon for a teacher to punish a student by putting them in their stomachs for a while, but imagine being the school board and having to create a form just because a small percentage of students don't make it past the first year before offering them as food for their teachers. For Timmia, it's usually a little sad that some of her best students offer themselves to her to be consumed, but at the same time, she knows that refusing will only result in them ending up in the stomach of another teacher or student. Even so, she always gives them a small chance to experience a little of what it's like to be eaten. Some regret it, but surprisingly many are brave enough to accept going through the whole process of pleasure as well as the intense pain of being digested alive in stomach acid for hours, something that is often seen as necessary to earn “glory” in the end... "Why don't you take some time to think about it and make yourself comfortable between my feet. Don't lie to me, I know you sit in the front row where I usually teach, don't you, my star student?"Said Timmia as she gently released the girl onto a low piece of furniture. Then came the THUMP as the heavy, soft soles of her feet rose above her like monoliths, beyond the legs that joined the body of the avian goddess. Her eyes then turned to the piece of paper at her feet. there it was, the form, a single signature was enough to seal her fate in the stomach of the titanic penguin woman she fantasized about so much, the girl who grew up in one of the human enclaves of Riavandia, whenever she could look behind the bars at the huge, vast park with green and yellow trees, She waited so many years to finally take the train that connected her enclave to the United University, she spent entire nights touching herself with photos of Professor Timmia, all taken clandestinely by students and published in secret chats with people like her. Now she was there, an hour away from deciding whether to sign and continue with this dream she shared with her classmate. Her hands trembled, not out of fear, but rather an aroused anxiety as those heavy, soft feet approached. In the distance, he could hear the gurgling of his classmate's stomach, which was beginning to recognize him as food. He wondered if, in the end, he would scream and ask to leave when the pain began. Time passed, nothing. “Well, it looks like Mr. Evans has made his decision, now it's your turn, is it a yes or a no?...”----------Well, here is another picture I had a lot of fun working on, I hope you liked it too. Thanks for the support, have a great day :3