You don't know how long it's been since Mr Hansen turned you into orange juice and drank you. It feels like decades, but it's probably just been a few hours. That's because it's incredibly boring to be a liquid. You can't move, you have no limbs to move. You've just floated aimlessly around in his stomach. You've been able to hear Mr Hansen's muffled voice high above you whenever he spoke, which you found kind of weird.
Eventually, you find yourself being moved out of your teacher's stomach, through a narrowish passage, before you end up spending what you think is another couple of hours inside his bladder. Finally, you find yourself being pushed out of the bladder and down another, even narrow passage, that you soon realise is his urethra. You realise that, because you end up falling head first into what turns out to be a jar.
You find yourself staring up at your giant teacher, who is holding his enormous penis, which has your body pouring out of it as a steady stream of urine. It's really weird, feeling your body pouring out of Mr Hansen's penis, whilst simultaneously feeling parts of it falling down through the air, and other bits landing in the jar. After about a minute, the stream stops and you try to assess if your whole body is there. You see Mr Hansen squeeze the head of his penis and then give it a shake before putting it back in his pants and pulling up the zip.
"See"? Mr Hansen says with a grin. "I told you you'd come out the other end".
Mrs Hansen Picks up the jar and gently swirls you around.
"He actually gave himself to us"? She asks with a curious smile.
"Yep," You hear Mr Hansen replies. "For three days, we own him".
Mrs Hansen giggles and then bites her lower lip and says; "Good. It'll make a nice change to have one that's willing. I won't have to repeat myself, or make threats".
"So, what do you think we should do with him"? Mr Hansen asks as he puts his hands on his wife's hips.
Mrs Hansen smiles as she shakes herself loose.
"Well, I know what I'M going to do with him. Remember the rule? You have your fun, I have mine. And then we share the slave. Well, you had your fun. Now I'm going to have mine. And it's your turn to cook dinner. So off to the kitchen with you".
You see Mr Hansen roll his and give a resigned grin as he turns and walks out of sight.
You feel the tingling again, and within seconds, you have your body back. Although, now you only seem to be three inches tall. Mr Hansen tips the jar up and you tumble into her outstretched right hand. You're plunged into semi darkness as she gently closes her fingers around you. You feel her walking, and then hear the sound of her climbing the stairs. You manage to wriggle into a position that allows you to see a little through her fingers. You know you're in a room, but you can't tell yet if it's a bedroom or a bathroom.
Mrs Hansen uncurls her fingers and you see that you're in:
