Groaning, and feeling something pushing its way back up your esophagus...NOT a pleasant feeling...you snatch up the vial, pop the top, and take several deep swallows while hoping it's not too late. The peristalic motion of your swallows forces her hands back into your straining stomach, and along with them the digestive you drank. The stuff works just as well as before, and in seconds, your meal has been reduced to a rapidly softening and shrinking lump in your belly.

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you watch in no small satisfaction as the girl's remains are thoroughly mashed up, and sent sliding down your intestinal tract.

"I'd better learn how to squirm like that, just in case. Better even, if I don't want to end up like you."

Belching happily, you slip the endless vial back in your pocket and turn to go to the restroom. You pause when your name is called over the intercom...to come to the Headmistress's office.

Oh dear. No good can come of this.