Consciousness eventually returns....

You wake up slowly on the soft carpets of the classroom, facing up now. Your clothes are all still on, and are actually even neater than when you put them on this morning{if MeaninglessForJumpAhead == True}{else}, and there's a distinct empty feeling coming from your crotch. You can't quite put you finger on why, until you see the black rubber plug from earlier sitting on Professor Phoebe's desk at the front of the class. Oh{endif}.

A lot of time must've passed with you asleep, because your body's feeling much stronger again now. Professor Phoebe, looking over various papers at the front of the room, happily informs you that you slept through your free period and that the lunch bell was actually what woke you up. Oh.

You sort of try to engage with her in more discussion, but she's pretty focused on her work now and you're not really even sure what you'd say. You just kinda want to get her thinking about something other than you passed out from cumming. It doesn't look like that'll be happening any time soon though, and with everything that just happened to you, you don't really feel too cowardly ruling Professor Phoebe out as a potential cum target for today. So, uhhh.... sheepishly gathering your things, you waddle your way over to the classroom's door, and step out into the hallway.