You give up. Obviously she's not going to let you out. You're stuck as food. You screwed up and now you're paying the price.
You shut your eyes and feel the gentle burn of the acids on your skin. It doesn't hurt just yet, but, you know it'll begin to get painful soon. You don't bother struggling.
Hours pass by and your skin melts off, then your flesh. You're still somehow conscious as she drives home from work, your tomb sloshing at each bump in the road. It hurts so badly, and, yet, you remain silent and still, like good food.
You black out as she goes to sleep, never to awaken again, your body being steadily absorbed and used for nutrients and fuel.
Ms. Johnson awakens to a feeling of pressure in her bottom. She grumbles softly and sits up in bed. This causes her stomach to shift, and a pushing on her anus. She groans and leans to the side, letting out some gas with a soft Pffffttt. She then gets up and heads to the restroom located in her bedroom, grabbing her phone on the way there.
She pulls down her pajama pants and panties, sitting down on the toilet and rubbing her eyes. She begins to push your remains out of her rear end, a long coil of shit exiting and falling into the water with a soft splash. She gets on her phone and plays Sudoku while she absentmindedly shits you out. Considering you never answered her for role call, she doesn't even know your name. You're just another meal that she's now letting out.
A few moments pass and she finishes with a loud, bubbly fart. She wipes and tosses the paper into the toilet before getting up. She then takes a picture of her toilet, with you still inside, and posts it onto the school website, congratulating you on being the first digestion of the year, even if you're nameless. She then flushes and checks herself out in the mirror.
Ms. Johnson stands in front of the mirror. She turns on the restroom lights to check herself out. It was still fairly early in the morning, and, thus, she had tired eyes. Her stomach was a bit flabbier, and she'd grown her breast and ass size a bit. She snickered softly and pinched her now fatty gut. "I guess you liked it so much in there you wanted to stay behind." She said, before patting it. She then went back to bed, laying down and falling asleep, needing to get some more sleep before the next day of school.
You are dead. Life continues on without you, and you are forgotten.
