Penny, forever clueless to the fact that Jeff had been absorbed into her very own vulva, left the group and made her way to the restroom. She closed the stall behind her, not realizing the humiliation that awaited Jeff within the confines of her intimate space. (The only thing that was on her mind at the moment was that she needed to relieve herself.) Unable to speak or express his anguish, he felt the pressure and the moistness surrounding him. While his voiceless screams went unheard, Penny settled herself onto the toilet seat, Jeff's position made him the perfect vessel as she began positioning both herself (and Jeff) over the toilet. He was overwhelmed when Penny began relieving herself, as her hot liquid cascaded through his modified form, releasing a forceful stream of warm urine (the sound of it echoing through the girl's restroom.). While Penny's golden stream flowed through Jeff, he felt the same strange sensation in his transformed "throat," as if he were vomiting. Torrents of warm piss gushed out of him, the taste and smell engulfing his senses with each passing moment. The realization that he was at the mercy of the very person who had tormented his sister, Emma, was a bitter pill to swallow. He had become a permanent fixture in Penny's life, bound to her forever.
His existence now was solely revolved around the humiliating experience of being an integral part of a bully's intimate anatomy. Jeff could only endure the indignity of being Penny's living vagina as she sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide. Jeff's "mouth" hung open, his senses overwhelmed by the musky scent of Penny's urine. He felt the warm, acrid sensation as her piss continued to flow through him. His senses were filled with the pungent scent and taste of her bodily fluids. It was a stark reminder of his powerlessness, a cruel twist of fate that left him at the mercy of his tormentor.
Jeff thought about the first time Penny had pissed through him. It had been a shocking and degrading experience. The sensation of her warm urine gushing out of his "mouth," the taste of it, the helplessness he felt as he was used as nothing more than a receptacle for her bodily functions. It was the first moment that forced him to confront the reality of his new life. It was clear that Penny would not have any regard for his needs or well-being.
In the depths of his confinement, Jeff knew that he couldn't escape. He was destined to endure Penny's whims and desires indefinitely. The thought of never being free again filled him with a mix of resignations and fear. He belonged to Penny now, a vessel only for her pleasure and the embodiment of her dominance.
Meanwhile, as Penny finished relieving herself, toilet paper in hand, Penny wiped herself, dragging it across Jeff's transformed body. The sensation was degrading and pleasant at the same time. Standing up she casually flushed the toilet (her mind endlessly consumed with thoughts of power and control).
As Penny exited the stall, she adjusted her clothing and glances at herself in the mirror, She smirks, satisfied with her own reflection and proceeds to wash her hands, the sound of the running water drowning out any desperate thoughts or pleas from Jeff.
With a flick of her hand, she dries her hands and steps out of the restroom, bringing Jeff trapped within her. As she heads to rejoin her cheerleader friends, (her mind occupied with thoughts of her own amusement and pleasure) Jeff is continually left to grapple with the cruel reality of his new existence.