"First of all". Mr Hansen says with a mischievous smile. "Slaves don't wear clothes, so take them off".
You hesitate, but reply; "Y...yes Master". And then you slowly and nervously start to undress.
After a couple of minutes, you're standing completely naked with your clothes in a pile at your feet. Mr Hansen waves his hand, and your amazement, they disappear.
"You get them back when you're no longer a slave". He says softly. "Now, I have the perfect job for you, slave".
Again Mr Hansen waves his hand. This time, you feel a strange tingling sensation throughout your entire body. Your vision blurs, and you feel as though you're being pulled toward the floor.
"Don't worry". You hear Mr Hansen say. "You can't be harmed. I've made you completely invulnerable. You can't feel pain either".
You already knew that, as it was part of your wish. And as your vision clears and the tingling subsides, it doesn't really calm your nerves. Especially when you realise that you've shrunk to about six inches in height. You can't help but feel a sense of fear, mixed with a certain amount of awe as you look around the vast classroom you now inhabit. Everything is so much bigger, the chairs alone seem as big as houses. In your wonder as seeing the world through much smaller eyes, you forget about everything. Until you hear thunderous footsteps behind you. You turn around and gasp in both shock and fear as you find yourself staring up at the giant Mr Hansen.
He smiles as he reaches down for you with an enormous right hand. Your instinct is to run, but knowing that you can't be hurt helps to calm your fear and you allow him to wrap his giant fingers around you and lift you off the floor.
"I often forget"; He says a he carries you to his desk". "That the world must seem a lot different to a shrunken person".
He gently puts you down on his desk and opens a drawer as he sits down. He pulls a coffee cup of the drawer and puts it down in front of you and gestures to it.
"Get in". He commands.
"Yes...Master"; You reply obediently, though you do feel silly having to say that.
The cup is about four inches tall and around three inches in diameter. You have a bad feeling about what's going to happen, but you still put both hands on the rim of the cup and push yourself up and over so that you're standing inside it. The ceramic bottom is the cup is cold and hard under your naked feet. Though it doesn't matter for long, because within seconds you feel the tingling again. At first, you think you're shrinking again, because the lip of the cup seems to rising above you. When you look down though, you're shocked to find that you're feet and lower legs have liquefied into a fluid that is orange in both color and smell. You gasp as your upper legs and waist then slowly turn into the liquid.
You look up from the cup, into Mr Hansen's giant face.
"You're turning me into orange juice"? You ask in disbelief. "Y...YOU'RE GONNA DRINK ME"?
Mr Hansen chuckles. "Of course I'm going to drink you, slave"; He replies. "That's what orange juice is for. Don't worry, you'll be perfectly ok. And in a few hours, you'll come out the other end and be back to you shrunken self".
Mr Hansen lifts the cup of the table as you feel your head liquefy. You see him lick his lips as he brings the rim of the cup to his lips. You can't help but feel scared, and a sense of both excitement and curiosity as he tips the cup and you feel your feet and lower legs pour into his enormous mouth. You feel your upper legs pour into his mouth, as your feet and lower legs slide into his throat. You hear a loud gulp, and feel his throat contract around your feet and lower legs and pull them down. A second gulp and he swallows your upper legs and waist. Oddly, at that point you feel your feet and lower legs land in Mr Hansen's stomach. They're followed by you upper legs and waist, as a third gulp sends your lower torso down Mr Hansen's throat.
There's a brief pause, and then Mr Hansen drinks your liquefied upper torso. He pulls the cup away from his mouth and smiles down at you, as he swirls what used to be your head around in the cup. It's a pretty odd sensation, because although your head is in the cup, you can feel your body floating helplessly inside Mr Hansen's stomach.
"I've got to say". He says with a grin. "For a slave, you're pretty tasty orange juice. I could drink again. I don't know what's gonna happen to once you're back in the outside world. It'll be your Mistress's decision. And it depends what mood she's in".
With that, he brings the cup back up to his lips and pours your head into his mouth. He swills your head around in his mouth for several seconds before you feel his head tip back. Your head slides down into his throat, and one loud, final, gulp sends your head plummeting all the way down. It lands with a splash in a warm fluid, which you quickly realise is stomach acid. After a minute or two, you feel your liquid body come back together as though it were solid again.
You really can't believe this has actually happened. You didn't really think about details when you made your wish. You certainly didn't think about being turned into orange juice and drunk. Here you are though, currently liquefied and floating helplessly inside your giant teacher's stomach. Strangely, it's light, though all you can see are the rippled, pink stomach walls. You're grateful that you currently have no sense of smell. You don't think it'd be too good. You're not scared anymore, you're actually starting to enjoy it. Going off what he said earlier, you're pretty sure that you're exit will be as his pee. You don't know what will happen to you after that, but if the so hot Mrs Hansen is involved, you really don't care.
