At the end of the hour, you sigh. The churning and grinding of your digestive tract has done its work, absorbing every cell of your meal. The results are...impressive.

Your body has changed. You're still you, but your build now matches the one the Headmistress had. You're unbelievably tall and voluptuous, with enormous breasts, plumply curved hips, and unbelievable strength inside. Better yet, you now know everything she knew. You've somehow digested her knowledge of vore along with her. The options are endless.

Your clothes are shredded by your body's growth, but the old Headmistress's clothes...made for a body like this...are still on her desk. You get up, puttiing on the sexy buisness jacket and skirt, the dark nylons, even her watch and high-heels. It's all perfect. Her glasses were digested with her, but you don't need them anyway.

The secretary-clone you saw in the reception room opens the door. Apparently she knows what's happened...but she doesn't even blink. She just nods.

"Hello, Headmistress."

You've gotten the job automatically, it seems. Which suits you fine. With a smile on your lips, you pick up the phone, and click the intercom button.

"Attention students and faculty of Vore High. The Headmistress has been *hic!* digested. Long live the Headmistress!"