EX: Third period, alter 2 [???]

WARNING: Pretty weird (although even the main loops have been getting pretty out there); still, you probably get the point by now. Hit BACK if you don't want to read this. Personality excretion. This is a twist on the second day's setup.

Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was going to be the same old. We filed in, took our seats, and greeted the teacher - though weirdly, that included the delinquent Nagi, who you usually couldn't even beg to pay attention to a teacher.

"Hey, Mizui." Nagi had her legs kicked up on the table, cum-stained uniform on full show with her pussy fully exposed, pencil case stuffed down it like a test tube, the clear plastic cylinder firmly keeping the depths of her personal hole on lewd display - not that Nagi seemed to have any more complaints than she usually did. Guess she was used to it...

"Good to see you engaging, Nonohara," the teacher replied, not minding her sloppy demeanor, the coat of semen the boys had showered her in an hour ago, or the casual exhibition of her vagina's insides.

"Yeah, well, the guy told me he was gonna be too busy to help you with class prep, so now I gotta do it."

"Class prep, was it? Noted, but save it for after I take the register."

Nagi folded her arms. Any chance to not bother doing something.

Mizui-sensei was good with faces to the point she could mentally tick us off just by looking for each of us, which saved us having to respond to our names. "Is Natsuru absent?" the teacher asked out loud, referring to Natsuru's empty seat.

I spoke up. "She has track."

"Ah. Well, that's everyone. Nonohara, you said you were going to help me prepare this class?"

Nagi groaned and unfolded her arms, rummaged a hand in her pocket, then eventually found what she was looking for, yanking out a small pill and holding it up to our Japanese literature teacher. "Yeah, you gotta eat this before we can start. Dunno where he got it, but he said he'd--"

In an unhurried motion, Mizui-sensei plucked the pill out of the still-talking Nagi's palm and put it in her mouth, then smoothly swallowed.

"--give me a hundred yen if... jeez, fuckin' slow down. Now you have to, uhh..."

"Excuse me one moment, Nonohara." Mizui-sensei cramped suddenly, but then the tension in her face passed and she stood up straight. "Ah, I see what this does."

Nagi waved dismissively at her, seeming done with the whole thing. "Yeah, you get it."

In any case, our teacher seemed to accept what came next as a consequence of ingesting the pill, because with no warning she slumped to the ground in front of Nagi's desk, ass-up, and a round bulge - the effect of the pill - suddenly pushed out inside the seat of her suit pants. The life seemed to leave her body the moment it did.

"Man, this is such a fuckin' pain... Akiko, pull her pants down."

With nothing to do but obey Nagi's instructions before class started, I got up and approached the out-of-commission teacher, then fumbled with the front buckle trapped inside her folded torso before I got the waist free. Slipping it off, Nagi's handiwork was revealed... a perfectly round and jelly-like purple orb rested atop Mizui-sensei's ass, seated right on her anus.

"Yeah, that's Mizui now. Eat her."

"...Uh, what?"

Nagi shot me an icy look that told me things would get physical if I didn't obey. Reasonably, I could take her in a fight, but only if I had to...

"Her personality congealed into a jelly ball inside her guts, and she pooped herself out of her own body. It's fuckin' safe to eat, and the lesson ain't startin' until you do. What's not clicking?"

Gathering that I was being told to ingest the solidified totality of our classical literature teacher's soul after she'd ejected it in the most degrading manner possible, I took the orb - about the size of a baseball, and oddly willing to deform to the touch - and put it in my mouth.

Swallowing the embodiment of Mizui-sensei's personality after her body had been made to reject and defecate it, her human soul-turned-no. #2 slipped easily down my throat, stretching out and elongating to fit down my oral passage, and disappeared without a trace.

Instantly, I realized I was now Mizui Benka, standing in front of my class.

Well, no, I was still Watanabe Akiko. I was both the literature teacher and one of her students, though the body was very much Akiko's. I must have been absorbed into her after I'd shamelessly metabolized my selfhood into solid form and popped it out of my anus for her. For me. This was...

Actually, we almost thought it was going to be confusing, but if anything, it was perfectly fine. None of our teacher-half's memories had made it, and we were operating purely off our student-half's awareness of her, so either her knowledge had remained in Mizui Benka-sensei's old body or had simply been erased, her life experiences digested away as detritus. Either way, it was no concern - we could find no reason to be concerned that Nonohara Nagi had just indirectly destroyed my life and planted my sense of self inside the body of a highschool girl I taught. Our life would go on day by day after this, wouldn't it?

"Hey, Akiko. Quit starin' at yourself and get teachin'."

"Oh, Nonohara--Nagi--sorry," we apologized, not aware that I was being called to attention. "I don't remember which page she was up to, and I don't... seem to have knowledge of the literature I was meant to be teaching you anymore, so we're just going to take a seat as the student I now am." We paused. "Well, always was."

"Don't give a shit."

Nagi whipped out her phone. In the wake of her flippant action, it slowly dawned on the whole class that now that I'd been absorbed into me, their teacher wouldn't be giving them lessons anymore. For our part, we sat back down in my seat, with nothing to do but wait around.

And so, 3rd period passed by in a blink. Before any of us knew it, it was almost time for 4th, a free study period that would lead straight into our just-as-free lunch.

Even still, we couldn't escape the feeling of just another day at school, going through the motions. Starved for anything interesting, I flopped over my desk, gazing around for anything remotely interesting at all, wondering if I should return to the faculty office in this form or if I'd just cause confusion. Out in the corridor, I spotted a man we didn't recognize passing through, but I didn't pay him any mind...