You reach out and slowly touch the inside of her womb. It almost looks like a cave of some sort. Except, very hot, soft and made out of flesh. When your face gets closer to the "wall" of the womb, you can see it's slightly pink. You wonder where you are still as you didn't see before.
"H-Hello?" you ask, wondering if anyone else is there.
"O-Oh... H-Hi..." You hear a voice respond, it's the blonde.
"Wh-Where am I...?" you ask.
"I don't know exactly..." The blonde replies and rubs her belly gently as a bonus, trying to feel you. "But... I have an idea..."
"What's that?" you ask, trying to figure out why you could feel something rubbing your hands.
"My womb sweetheart... And I'm not letting you out..." The waitress replying.
You freak out, your hands and arms pounding the soft walls of your prison. She, your previous crush, only responds by humming and continuing her job.
A week goes by and you slowly warm up to the idea of spending your time in her, you still kept the bottle all this time, still pondering what it could do. The waitress gives you food three times a day by shoving it into her vagina and pushing it into her womb for you to "enjoy". You were nibbling on a piece of toast, the soft crunches echoing across the fleshy room. You examine the bottle in your hand as you think of what you could do with it. You could drink it, and risk harming the friend you're in. Or you could push it out for her to have. However, you could keep it and decide to forget about it.