You sit helplessly as the Japanese woman lifts you up and carries your bottle by the cap, giving you a great view of her ass and your son shoved up against it as she further wedged your malleable son into against her skin with every waddling step she took. She waited by the door for a moment, waiting for her students to leave the classroom before she walked out the same door and locked it before trotting down the hall. You watch the make students look at her bum only to laugh at the sight of little Jack, but you can't stand up for him as you are a liquid.
She opens the door to the teacher lounge and sets you down next to the couch she starts to sit down on before realizing that Jack was still under her and peeling him off. She then took her seat and held the wrinkled teenager up before her.
"Can I go now Ms. Itami?" Your son says in a scared tone.
"Well you see Jack, I don't have to worry about the troubles of your mother anymore, so I don't think you'll be returning to a free state anytime soon." She says to him with a grin.
"Wha- wha- what do you mean?" He says nervously. She the reaches and pulls your bottle up before pouring you out and waiting for a moment before you reform, but at two feet tall. He gasps as she picks you up and stretches you out to show your state of flexibility.
"Now what should I do..." Rumiko says to you and Jack as she decides to
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