This choice: Chad or Julian, which of you is going down my throat? • Go Back... I hadn't noticed Jon's hand reaching for the tray I was on until I saw it's shadow looming over me. I thought he had noticed me from my shouts and cries before, but I was very very wrong... Looking down on my surroundings, I realized why he was reaching in my direction. I was on top of one of the sandwiches he had made. He hadn't noticed me, he was just hungry.
"Jon, stop! It's me, Chad!!" I yelled, hoping to get his attention. At least that's what my fear was saying. I didn't want to be eaten, but something in my mind wanted to see what it was like inside the human body. I knew this would never come true, for I would instantly digest and be absorbed before I got very far in his digestive tract.
As I predicted, he didn't hear my shouting. Jon picked up the very sandwich I stood on, bringing it closer to his mouth as it was lifted. His mouth opened wide so I could see the back of his throat...and possibly the one-way tunnel I would be taking. As I stood in fear and awe, he took a bite of the sandwich. I was not on this bite, but I felt the shock made by his teeth ripping the sandwich so he could chew and swallow the smaller piece.
"Good lord..." I said to myself, realizing there was no stopping to him eating the sandwich. His mouth came for the next bite; the bite I was to be included on. There was no way to avoid it, so I had to go with what was happening until I thought of another plan. I let myself enter his mouth.
After jumping from the bitten sandwich piece to his tongue, I tried to retain my balance from the movements around me. His powerful teeth destroyed the sandwich into smaller pieces, so he could swallow them. I avoided most of the ensuing chaos in his mouth, taking good care not to be crushed by his massive molars. But after a while of struggling, I was eventually trapped in a pile of sandwich mush. As more and more piled on, I found it harder to break free. Covered in saliva and food bits, I hoped that Jon would realize my fate.
So much for hope.
His tongue began to move everything in his mouth to the throat. It didn't take a genius to realize he was swallowing the food. I did my best to escape from the mush I was trapped in, but when I finally struggled myself loose, I felt myself falling. Everything that was just in his mouth: saliva, food, and me, had been swallowed. I fell helplessly as I heard his heartbeat and churning, anticipant stomach below.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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