Failiel feels you fade away as you lose consciousness, and know it's about time to speed up the process so that you can reform in her stomach again. With a single spell, your body is dissolved to mush in mere seconds. Your squishy form is pushed into the intestines, and travels on through.

Moisture is removed from your mushy existence, and soon you begin to lose all form. The entire process is very pleasant for Failiel. It isn't long before she feels your pressure nearing her rear exit. She raises her hand and asks to be excused, and the teacher nods her approval, noting that Failiel's belly is noticeably smaller.

Standing from her desk, Failiel walks from the classroom and into the hallway, heading towards the bathrooms. The pressure is really building up now. Arriving at the door to the girl's room, she pushes it open, walking gracefully towards an unoccupied stall. She locks the door, unzipping her mage's skirt slowly and allowing it to fall around her ankles. She lowers her panties as well, planting her perfect butt on the toilet seat. Her cheeks spread slightly as she prepares to relieve herself of you.

A dainty fart emerges from the tight pucker, soon followed by a louder, wet one. The first glimpse of you emerges from her asshole, and she shivers involuntarily. The thought of shitting you out is a very pleasurable one. She arcs her spine backwards as she pushes you inch by inch from her anus. With a splash, the first large chunk of you has been eliminated, and another fart can be heard before the second is seen. You are very messy, and she wrinkles her nose at the smell.

Within ten minutes, she manages to finish the second chunk, and a somewhat mushy substance flows freely after another fart. She breathes heavily as she finally pushes the last bit of you from her ass. She grabs a wad of toilet paper, wiping vigorously, drops it into the bowl, and prepares another, still not quite clean of you. After expending the rest of the roll, she sighs, content, and rises from the seat, not yet pulling up her panties. She looks at the mess that is you, smiles, and says, "See you in a bit, love." Before flushing. She waves as you spin about and downwards.

She pulls up her panties and her skirt, zips it up tight, and unlocks the stall. After washing her hands thoroughly, she mutters a quick spell, and suddenly, you are reformed, right back in her stomach again.

The first thing you hear is, "You make a lovely shit, dear." And you chuckle along with her as she leaves the bathroom.