It wouldn’t be long until you were packed away in her tight stomach, being painfully melted by her powerful acids as she listened to the teacher discuss history. Her powerful gut made quick work of breaking you down, and by the end of the day Veronica’s bulge had smoothed out and your remains were being pushed back toward where you first entered her.

She heads to the bathroom soon after, uncaringly squeezing out your remains, and not even bothering to look at what her body made of you before flushing you away like any other waste.

Then she headed back to her dorm, the slightly larger curve of her backside the only evidence that you had ever existed.