As you stagger to your feet, the ladies inside are introducing themselves and they have really nothing to do but talk, and a natural subject is "Say, he hasn't started to digest us yet. Anybody know why not?
"He's taking us to his mistress in Alpha Beta Alpha." Sarah informs the others. "He's already fed me to her once today."
"What? We're to be food for one of those stuck-up bitches?" Jo objects. "We have got to stop that."
"Just how are we going to do that?" Joan asks.
"Well, if we all jump to the left at the same time..." Christine suggests. "Ready? One...two...three!" The result is not fun for you as the girls jump. Of course the girls have forgotten that when they jump left, they push you left with their feet, and right with their heads, with a net zero effect on pushing you right or left. They had also not gotten together on which direction is left and which is right. And they had not remembered that you were listening, and thus ready when they jump. But they still manage to make you regret having swallowed them [not enough to spit them out of course, and not even enough to stop you from doing it again, but still...]
You probably [no, you really] look funny as you try to walk with the four girls in your belly trying to protest their confinement, but you do continue to walk, or at least stagger. The girls get better [or rather, worse from your view] at bothering you, but still you stagger on. Finally Jo announces, "This isn't working. We have to try something else."
It is Christine who comes up with an alternative. "Let's have an orgy! It may not let us escape, but the motions will stimulate his digestive juices and that ABA slut won't get to eat us. And even if it doesn't work, we'll have a great time!" The idea meets with approval, and girlish tongues and hands get to work stimulating each other very successfully.
And as Christine was saying, they are stimulating you into producing digestive juices. You desperately try to stop that, even as you desperately try to speed up your arrival at ABA, but you are not doing as well as you could hope. The bulges in your belly from legs, arms, etc are starting to smooth out and your belly is getting rounder and rounder as you finally approach the door.
"Back so soon?" It is that built Oriental girl. "Say, didn't I say you couldn't digest whatever you catch?"
"They're trying to force me to digest them." you defend yourself, "said they didn't want to be fed to, quote, any stuck-up ABA bitches, unquote." [That might not be quite right, but it seems close enough to you.]
"Well, we can't have any cheap trash thinking they are too good to be our chow, now can we..." She ponders only briefly before heading inside, "Back in a moment." You do not manage many more steps before she is back with a bottle. "Drink up. It'll stop them from digesting, and reverse it if it has not gone too far."
You chug the liquid, which doesn't taste bad, especially by medicine standards, and feel your digestive juices vanish. And your stomach is starting to become lumpy again.
"Wow, that must have been just in time." Miss Orient mutters... "Four of them, eh. That's a very good catch. Maybe not a record, even for a frosh, but still quite good. Your mistress should be quite pleased with you. Want my help in getting her supper to her room and ready?"