Mom eat

Ms. Thompson's eyes seemed to bore into the mother's soul as she held out the container, the gelatinous substance quivering inside. The mother's face contorted in a mixture of fear and revulsion, but she hesitantly reached out a trembling hand to take the container. Her fingers closed around it, and she lifted it to her lips, her eyes fixed on Ms. Thompson's unyielding expression.

The mother's lips parted, and she tilted her head back, pouring the substance into her mouth. It slid down her throat with a soft, gloopy sound, leaving a faintly sweet and medicinal aftertaste.

As the last of the gelatinous substance slid down her throat, the mother's eyes widened in surprise, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. The sweetness of the aftertaste lingered, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on her tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, and a soft, contented sigh escaped her lips.

Ms. Thompson's expression remained stern, but a hint of approval flickered in her eyes. "It's working," she said, her voice low and detached. "You can feel it, can't you?"

The mother's eyes fluttered open, and she nodded, her gaze still fixed on Ms. Thompson's face.

As the mother's gaze remained fixed on Ms. Thompson's face, a subtle relaxation began to spread through her body, like a gentle warmth seeping into her muscles. Her shoulders, which had been tense and hunched, slowly began to drop, releasing a soft sigh of relief. The faint smile that had played on her lips earlier returned, this time more pronounced, as if the sweetness of the gelatinous substance was still resonating on her tongue.

Ms. Thompson's expression remained stern, but her eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly, as if she was observing the mother's transformation with a mixture of curiosity and approval. She nodded almost imperceptibly, as if to herself, before turning to the kitchen counter.