I lay back and gently touching my belly, talking about how I was trying to teach but there was a boy who was so naughty and gave him detention in my tummy. I was swallowing naughty boys for a while now as a form of punishment. As I am talking about it I pull my shirt up and expose my bloated belly. The naughty boy in my tummy made me look so full, like I am pregnant. But there is just the him digesting in my belly. I am talking about how good it feels when my stomach gets bigger as the boy is struggling inside. Unfortunately, detention sessions were getting reduced as people started being suspicious. I am getting sleepy and lay down enjoying feeling his struggle as the digestion is being completed.