Megan is not looking down as she pours ketchup right on top of me. It oozes over my body. I can't see or breath, and I struggle to move. With some effort I am able to raise my head above the surface of the red tomato goop. I wipe it off of my face just in time to see Megan pop a french fry into her mouth. I watch as she chews it up.
Just as I am thinking that Megan could eat me alive, she dips another fry into the ketchup. It rams into me. Before I can do anything, I get scooped up with the fry. I try and scream, but my mouth is covered in the goop. My friend lifts the fry to her giant mouth. Megan drops it on to her tongue. It shifts around like some massive creature.
I roll out of the way just as her teeth come down. In the dark I can just see the massive white stones grind the fry to pieces. Then the moist tongue throws the chewed food and me backwards. There is nothing for me to grab on to as I am sent plunging into Megan's throat.
Her esophagus, slimy and moving, pulls me downwards. It is the strangest sensation I have experienced in my whole life. A moment later I am falling. I land with a splash, in what I know must be Megan's stomach. I am surrounded by half digested food, with more coming down. Her stomach acids...
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