"Great," she replies and you receive a notification from the TF app. It says "Burger — Sarah, 21" and there's an accept and decline button. You shrug and casually press accept. For a moment, nothing happens whatsoever. Then you notice your hand clasped around your phone begins to digitize or disintegrate like something out of The Matrix. Your other hand does the same and then the effect travels up your arms and engrosses the rest of your body. You can only get out a feeble "Oh my goh--" before you totally vanish and your phone falls to the bed where you were just sat.
Sarah was seeing the same effect, only it was projecting from her phone and creating a burger out of thing air. "Awesome," she says to herself as the burger finishes forming and she pincers it in her hand, lifting it up to her face. With her other hand, she casually presses play on her TV remote and resumes whatever she was watching, some mindless reality show.
From your perspective, your vision had faded from your bedroom and remerged in Sarah's. You're disoriented, everything around you is so big, including the massive hand that had flown towards you and picked you up. She lifted you up like you were nothing and brought you over to her face. That's when you realised you were a burger.
"Thanks John," Sarah said to herself, paying most of her attention to the TV as she opened up her maw and slotted her burger inside. You felt a breeze of warm air wash over you as her mouth opened and braced as she immediately shoved you into the dripping cave. You're in a panic but, as Sarah said, you can literally do nothing to stop what's going on. Sarah's jaw clasped shut once more and tore a chunk of you away from your body. It felt like having a limb ripped off.
She chewed it up without regard for your wellbeing. "Mmm, you taste great." Sarah said with a mouth full of you before gulping down the mashed up portion of your burger-form. Those would be the last words she would say to you. Sarah repeatedly shoved you into her mouth, nibbling away at you bit by bit until the only pathetic, little bit of you left was held between just two fingers and her thumb. You would be desperately pleading if you had a mouth but alas, Sarah nonchalantly tossed to last bit of you into her mouth and ground it up between her molars. Along with some saliva, she swallowed it down.
You remained a mass of chewed-up mush inside Sarah's belly for about an hour, burning away in her stomach acid until nothing was left. By that point, you were grateful to be put out of your misery. That was until you realised it wasn't the end for you.
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