You sit in the hall, your back against the wall. Your giant balloon of a stomach protrudes slightly beyond what you can hug, and it feels so right to hug it. So, you do so for 10 minutes, rubbing it and massaging it and caressing it and squeezing it.
Inside, the students begin to dissolve. You hear the faintest muffled yells from the belly, as they probably expected to reappear at the nurse before they experienced the pain of digestion. Ah, well. Sucks to be them. You let another 10 minutes pass as you replay your victory again and again in your head.
Your stomach continues to churn, and you notice as your feel yourself up that it starts to move. Move in place, but still, as if the insiders were kicking--but they're no longer screaming, so you doubt they're still alive, let alone still in human shape. You put your ear to your stomach to make sure, and sure enough, there are no screams--instead, just incredibly loud gurgles.
You take your ear away. Your stomach gurgles loudly again--it's just flat-out loud, you didn't need to cup your ear on it.
It goes on. It gets even louder. You hear the splashes of liquid going everywhere, and you feel your stomach pulsating as it wrings everything out of the delicious people inside. More than that, you can easily watch the motions of your stomach on such a large scale. You start to hear all sorts of groans and croaks from your stomach as it hurls itself around, working extremely hard. If you didn't know better, you totally would have thought the kids were still alive and trying to bust out. You find yourself starting to become rocked to sleep by your own gut, so you take a look at your watch and then let yourself pass out.
When you awaken again, the halls are still empty, and your watch shows that only twenty or so minutes have passed. You realize that sleeping in the hallway may be the perfect way for someone else to get revenge or for you to somehow experience karmic retribution, so you, still in your simple sleepy-minded daze, go to the nearest door, open it, and enter without even thinking about the room.
It's a classroom, and completely luckily, it's empty. You lock the door behind you, shove two student desks up against the teacher's wide desk, and sprawl out atop the square full-size metal surface bed you've made. You fall back asleep.
This time, you wake up in the dark--the light coming into the room is from the hallway and the outside lights coming in through the window. There's a bubbling sound that you hear, signalling that your stomach is starting to transfer the materials to the intestines. It makes that sound because of the exact angle you're sitting at when it leaves into a pipe that has gas entering the same way the food is leaving. It's also probably the sound that woke you up this time.
Your stomach has shrunk back to its normal size. Well, almost. It's a paunch. You have a muffin top. It's a rather pronounced muffin top. It's not a big deal yet though, it doesn't expose it self underneath your top (the clothes kind), though the top doesn't go as far down as it previously did. But there are more pressing matters than your fashion: you really need to take a dump, badly!
