She opened wide and rested the ashwich onto her tongue and closed her huge maw. She chewed and swallowed the bread and lettuce but her stomach couldn't stretch as much as her mouth. She kept him and massaged him with her tongue. In the morning, she spit him out where she found him, her saliva marking her property.
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