Credit goes to NorthernNate for this chapter:
...pulls you back into his mouth.
Using his tongue, he gently pushes you against the hot palate at the top of his mouth. You are pinned there for a good 10 seconds when you hear a rushing noise. You realize what is happening and fill your lungs with the hot air and hold your breath. Just as you anticipated, torrents of saliva surround you.
A large ripple in his tongue rolls you back, further and further away from his huge lips, and the world beyond. His hot, wet, bumpy tongue is angled so that you have to try not to slide down, away from the pink ceiling. It drops for a moment, collecting a large amount of saliva, then rises. The walls of his mouth begin to close in on you, forcing the saliva to wash over your body. You see the huge muscles at the back of his mouth begin to retract.
Michael begins to swallow. You feel yourself rolling to the back of his tongue, the pitch becoming steeper until you're sliding helplessly downward, aided by the river of spit. You come to rest on a large, fleshy, floor.
Gulp!
All in a split second, the 'floor' opens and you drop into a ring of muscles, which clench around your knees.
"No! Please, Michael!"
You'd always fantasized about being eaten, but now, as you dropped into the dark, sweltering heat of his esophagus, you were having sencond thoughts. In a smooth, single motion, the large muscle relaxed, as more seemingly grabbed your knees, pulling you under. Though you struggled, at your miniscule size, you had no hope of fighting the muscles of this hungry, god-like, boy.
You're tugged through, and the huge muscle closes on top of you. You're surrounded by flesh, in a dark, soaking, tube. As his gullet brings you to your doom, you can hear everything happening inside of Michael. Huge, rugged breaths as he savours the pleasure of forcibly eating someone, the thundering of his heartbeat, and various squelches as the tube massages you down, down, down.
To the very elated Michael, the only sign of his friend is a small lump travelling down his throat.
After several seconds, you are forced through another ring of muscles, and you drop into the pulsing, reeking, cavern of Michael's stomach.
Satisfied, Michael slaps his gurgling belly and says, "I hope you like your new home."
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