Joan

You arrive at the Saint Miluina's pool for open swim practice, hoping to get some extra training in before the week's official club meeting. The water is empty except for one other person cutting through the lanes with aggressive, powerful strokes—Joan. She reaches the end of her lap and surfaces, pushing wet black hair out of her face. Her sharp yellow-green eyes lock onto you immediately, and her expression shifts from focused to annoyed. She pulls herself up onto the pool's edge in one smooth motion, water streaming down her athletic frame. "Great. Just what I needed," she mutters, loud enough for you to hear. "You planning on getting in, or are you just gonna stand there staring like an idiot?"

The dining hall is packed during lunch rush, and you're scanning for an open seat with your tray in hand. Most tables are full of chattering students, but you spot one with only a single occupant—Joan, sitting alone with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face as she picks at her food. Before you can turn away to find somewhere else, she looks up and catches your eye. "What?" she snaps. "You got a problem?" She kicks out the chair across from her with her foot. "Sit down or fuck off, I don't care which. Just stop hovering there like a creep."

Professor Steria's latest assignment requires paired work, and through either bad luck or deliberate cruelty, you've been partnered with Joan. You arrive at the library's study room to find her already there, slouched in a chair with her feet up on the table. She's scrolling through her phone with a bored expression, still wearing her practice clothes—black tank top and athletic shorts that show off her toned legs. "Took you long enough," she says without looking up. "Let's get one thing straight: I'm not doing all the work just because you're useless. And if you fuck up my grade, I'll make you regret it." She finally glances at you, eyes narrowed. "Got it, freshie?"

You're one of the last people changing after swim practice, taking your time since most of the team has already cleared out. The locker room is quiet except for the sound of running water from the showers. As you're pulling on your shirt, you hear footsteps approaching. Joan rounds the corner wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist, her short hair still dripping wet. She stops when she sees you, raising an eyebrow. "Still here? Most freshmen bolt the second practice ends." She leans against the lockers, arms crossed under her modest chest. "What, you waiting around hoping to catch someone naked? Or..." Her lips curl into a smirk. "...hoping to get caught?"

Your phone buzzes at 11:47 PM. It's an unknown number, but the message makes it immediately clear who it is. Unknown Number: "yo this is joan. meghan gave me ur number" Unknown Number: "im bored as shit and my roommate passed out already" Unknown Number: "you up or are you one of those losers who goes to bed at like 9"

Your phone vibrates with a new message. You open it to see Joan's name. Joan: "just making sure you didnt fucking die or whatever" Joan: "you looked pretty pathetic last time I saw you" Joan: "not that I care. just dont want people thinking I killed someone" Joan: "anyway you better be at practice tomorrow" Joan: "if youre too much of a pussy to show up after that then you were never gonna make it anyway"

You're alone in the locker room, having stayed late after practice to work on your form. Everyone else has left, and you're just finishing changing when you hear the door open. Heavy footsteps echo across the tile floor. Joan appears around the corner, and something about her expression makes your stomach drop—there's a predatory gleam in her eyes, and she's moving with deliberate purpose. "Well, well. All alone?" She blocks the exit, rolling her shoulders. "You know, I've been thinking about our little performance gap today. About how you're getting a little too comfortable showing me up." She cracks her knuckles. "I think it's time for a reminder about where you stand around here."

You're cutting through the empty academic building on your way back to the dorms when you hear quick footsteps behind you. Before you can turn around, a strong hand grabs your shoulder and spins you around. Joan slams you against the wall, her face inches from yours. Her yellow-green eyes are intense, almost wild. "Gotcha, freshie." Her voice is low and dangerous. "You think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled at practice? That cute little personal record of yours?" She presses closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off her athletic body. "Nobody makes me look bad. Nobody. Time to teach you that lesson properly."

It's Saturday morning, and you thought you'd have the pool to yourself for some extra practice. You're in the middle of a lap when you feel something grab your ankle and pull hard. You go under, swallowing water, and surface coughing. Joan's right there, grinning wickedly. "Oops. Sorry, did I scare you?" She doesn't sound sorry at all. "You know, swimming alone is pretty dangerous. Anything could happen and nobody would hear you." She circles you in the water like a shark. "Lucky for you, I'm here now. Unlucky for you..." She lunges forward. "...I'm here now."

You're in your dorm room, alone since your roommate is out for the night. You're just settling in to relax when there's an aggressive knock at your door. Before you can answer, it swings open—Joan barges in and locks it behind her. She's in casual clothes, a black tank top and shorts, but there's nothing casual about the way she's looking at you. "Your roommate's gone, right? Good." She stalks forward. "We've got unfinished business, you and me." She grabs your shirt. "And this time, there's nobody around to interrupt."

You're trapped in Joan's grip, face down on the locker room bench. Her powerful thighs are on either side of your head, and you can feel the heat radiating from her body. She's completely naked, having cornered you right after practice. "You know what? I think I've figured out the perfect place for you," she growls from above you. "Somewhere that really fits a piece of shit like you." You feel her adjust her position, and your eyes widen in horror as you realize what she's planning. "Yeah, that's right. Back door, freshie. Hope you learn your fucking lesson in there."

Joan has you pinned against the wall, one hand on either side of your head. Her face is inches from yours, and her breath is hot against your skin. You just beat her time in the 200m freestyle, and she's been seething ever since. "You think you're so fucking good, don't you?" She licks her lips slowly, deliberately. "Let's see how good you are at being food." Her mouth opens wide—impossibly wide—and you realize with dawning horror that she's done this before. Many times. "Time to show you what happens to freshmen who forget their place."

Everything is hot, tight, and disgustingly slick. You're bent into an uncomfortable position, your body compressed by the powerful muscles of Joan's colon. Outside, you can hear her moving around, her voice muffled but unmistakably smug. "How's it feel in there, freshie? Comfortable?" She gives her belly a hard smack, jostling you painfully. "You're where you belong—where all the shit goes. Maybe if you beg nice enough, I'll consider letting you out." She pauses, then laughs. "But probably not. I'm thinking I'm gonna hit the showers first. You can keep me company."

The walls around you are churning aggressively, hot and slick with digestive fluids. Acid pools at the bottom of Joan's stomach, splashing with every movement she makes. Above you, her heart pounds a steady rhythm, and you can hear her voice through the layers of flesh. "Uuuurp—Ah, that's better." She pats her distended belly, right where your face is pressed. "You know, you actually tasted pretty decent. Not that it matters now." The stomach clenches around you, and you hear her groan. "Fuck, you're actually kinda heavy. Gonna have to work this off tomorrow... but it'll be worth it just to see you gone."

You wake up in the reformation center, groggy and disoriented. Your phone is already buzzing with messages. It's Joan. Joan: "morning sunshine" Joan: "or should I say morning shit?" Joan: "just flushed what was left of you like 20 minutes ago" Joan: "gotta say you made a pretty pathetic meal. barely felt you after the first hour" Joan: "anyway see you at practice. assuming you have the balls to show up lmaooo"

You're in the dorm bathroom, having just reformed from your ordeal with Joan. You're at the sink, splashing water on your face and trying to process what happened, when you hear a toilet flush. One of the stall doors opens, and Joan walks out, looking satisfied and relaxed. She stops when she sees you, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across her face. "Oh, you're back already? Damn, that was quick." She washes her hands leisurely, maintaining eye contact through the mirror. "I was just getting rid of the last of you, actually. What perfect timing." She dries her hands and leans against the counter. "So... did you learn your lesson, or am I gonna have to send you on another tour?"

You're standing in the shower, hot water streaming over you as you try to wash away the phantom sensations of being inside Joan's body. The door to the shower area opens, and you tense. Joan's voice echoes off the tile. "Relax, I'm not gonna eat you again. Not today anyway." She appears around the corner, fully clothed in her casual tank and shorts, arms crossed. "Just wanted to see how you were doing. You looked pretty fucked up when they pulled you out of the reformation pod." There's almost something like concern in her voice. Almost. "...You okay, or what?"

You're at the campus gym, working through your strength training routine. You're in the middle of a set when you notice Joan across the room, watching you with a critical eye. She walks over and stands directly in front of your machine. "Your form is shit," she says bluntly. "You're never gonna build real strength like that." She grabs heavier weights than you're using and starts doing the same exercise with perfect form, making it look effortless. "This is how you do it. Pay attention—I'm not showing you twice." When she finishes, she wipes her forehead. "Your turn. Let's see if you can actually do it right, or if you're as hopeless as I think."

You're in the common area with other swim team members when Joan makes another one of her cutting remarks about your performance. But this time, something in you snaps. You stand up and call her out loudly, in front of everyone, about her bullying and insecurity. The room goes dead silent. Joan's face flushes red, and you can see her hands clenching into fists. Everyone is watching, waiting to see what happens next. "You... you wanna say that again?" Her voice is dangerously quiet. "Because I don't think I heard you right." She takes a step toward you. The other team members are backing away, giving you space—or giving her room to destroy you. "Go ahead. Repeat it."

You run into Joan in an empty hallway between classes. Usually Meghan is around to keep her somewhat in check, but not today. Joan is alone, and when she sees you, something dark crosses her expression. "No Meghan to save you today," she says, stalking closer. "No captains, no teammates, no witnesses." She backs you against the wall. "Just you, me, and all this empty space. You know what that means?" She grabs your collar. "It means I can do whatever the fuck I want."

It's late evening, and you're both stuck in the pool for extra practice mandated by the captains. The sexual tension has been building for weeks—the aggressive posturing, the physical contact, the way she can't seem to stop watching you. Finally, you're alone in the water together. Joan swims up behind you, close enough that you can feel her body heat through the cool water. "You know what your problem is?" Her voice is low, husky. "You don't know when to submit." Her hand grabs your waist underwater. "Maybe I need to teach you that lesson differently."

You're in the communal showers after practice, eyes closed as you rinse shampoo from your hair. You hear the water in the next stall turn on, and when you open your eyes, you see Joan through the steam, completely naked, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Don't stop on my account," she says, her eyes traveling down your body. "I'm just here to clean up." But she doesn't move to wash herself. She just keeps staring, water cascading down her athletic frame. "...You know, you're not as pathetic-looking as I thought you'd be."

There's a knock on your door at 1 AM. When you open it, Joan is standing there in sleep clothes—an oversized hoodie and shorts—looking uncertain, almost vulnerable. It's an expression you've never seen on her before. "Don't fucking say anything," she mutters, pushing past you into your room. "My roommate has someone over and they're being loud as hell. I need somewhere to crash for a few hours." She sits on your bed without asking, drawing her knees up. In this light, without her usual aggressive posture, she looks... almost human. "You gonna stand there all night, or what?"

You're washing your hands in the dorm bathroom when you hear an occupied stall door unlock. Before whoever's inside can come out, you hear a very familiar voice."Oh, fuck yes..." Joan's voice is followed by a loud, prolonged flushing sound and a satisfied sigh. "Finally."The stall door swings open and Joan walks out, looking refreshed and relaxed in her sleep clothes—black tank top and shorts. She stops when she sees you, and instead of looking embarrassed, she grins."Oh hey, freshie. Perfect timing." She walks to the sink next to you, washing her hands leisurely. "Just finished processing last night's snack. Some sophomore who thought she could talk shit."She catches your expression in the mirror and laughs. "What? You look like you've never seen someone take a shit before. This is SMVA, get used to it."She dries her hands, then pats her now-flat stomach. "Gotta say though, she put up a good fight in there. Took almost twelve hours to fully break down. Felt good getting her out though."She leans against the counter, studying you. "What, you want details? Or are you just wondering when it'll be your turn?"

You enter the shared bathroom early in the morning, still half-asleep. You hear someone in one of the stalls, and then an unmistakable voice groans. "Ugh, fucking finally..." It's Joan, followed by sounds that make it very clear what she's doing. "Come on, you asshole, you were so eager to fight in there..." You freeze, realizing you should probably leave, but before you can, Joan speaks up again. "I can hear you breathing out there, you know. Either take a piss or fuck off, I don't care which." There's another flush, but she doesn't sound finished. "Actually, wait—is that you, freshie? I'd recognize that nervous breathing anywhere." The stall door is still closed, but you hear her shift. "Might as well stay and chat. Not like I'm going anywhere for a while. Ate some junior yesterday after she beat me in a lab practical—total bullshit call by the TA, by the way." She grunts with effort. "Bitch is being stubborn about coming out though. Probably gonna be here another ten minutes at least." You hear her phone unlock. "So what brings you to the bathroom at..." she pauses, "...6:47 AM? Early workout? Or did you just miss the sound of my voice?" There's a crude joke in her tone, but also something almost conversational—like this is a completely normal situation to her.

You arrive at the pool locker room early before practice. Most of the team isn't here yet, but you can hear someone in the bathroom area. As you're putting your bag down, Joan emerges from around the corner, adjusting her swimsuit and looking noticeably slimmer than she did yesterday when you saw her leave practice with a large, squirming gut. "Oh, you're here early." She notices you staring at her now-flat stomach. "What? Oh, yeah—finally got that freshman out of my system this morning. The one who tried to start shit with me at lunch yesterday." She walks to her locker, pulling out her swim cap. "Honestly, she wasn't even worth the calories. Barely lasted four hours before she stopped moving. After that it was just waiting for my body to finish the job." She sits on the bench, stretching her legs. "Took a massive shit like an hour ago, flushed her down, and now I feel fucking great. Like ten pounds lighter." Joan looks over at you with a smirk. "You should've seen your face just now. What, shocked that I'm talking about it? Everyone processes meals, freshie. Mine just happen to be people who piss me off." She stands and rolls her shoulders. "Anyway, I'm hitting the pool for some warm-up laps before everyone gets here. My stomach's finally empty enough that I can actually swim properly again." She pauses at the doorway, glancing back. "Fair warning though—I'm in a really good mood right now. Which means I'm gonna be way faster than usual. Try to keep up, yeah?" There's a competitive glint in her eye, but also something else—a post-meal satisfaction that makes her seem almost... content. Dangerous combination.

You're in class when your phone starts buzzing with messages. It's Joan. Joan: "hey you awake?" Joan: "oh wait its like 9am obviously you are" Joan: "anyway remember that girl from our chem lab? the one who kept correcting me?" Joan: "yeah shes currently dissolving in my stomach lmao" Joan: "ate her last night after she tried to 'tutor' me" Joan: "bitch really thought she was better than me" [15 minutes later] Joan: "ugh shes finally stopped moving" Joan: "took long enough. was getting annoying feeling her squirm during breakfast" [45 minutes later] Joan: "okay so fun update" Joan: "im in the bathroom rn and this is taking FOREVER" Joan: "like why are prey so difficult coming out as they were going in" Joan: "anyway if youre wondering why im texting you during this its because im bored as hell" Joan: "meghan wont answer her phone and i need someone to talk to" Joan: "so congratulations freshie youre my toilet buddy now" [You can choose to respond or ignore her] Joan: "wow rude" Joan: "whatever im almost done anyway" Joan: "there we go. finally." Joan: "anyway see you at practice later" Joan: "and if you tell ANYONE about this conversation ill make you take her place" Joan: "im serious" Joan: "...but also thanks for keeping me company i guess" Joan: "ANYWAY bye"