You struggle in his hand as you plead with him not to swallow you.
"Please Zac, don't do this!" You cry as tears begin to stream down the sides of your face. You never thought that you would be shrunk, let alone eaten by one of your friends. "Please Zac, I don't want to die!" You cry uncontrollably as you are brought right next to his lush lips. They open and you are deposited in the massive football players mouth. His mouth closes and you are doused in inky darkness. His tounge pushes your small body up against the roof of his mouth. He plays with you for a little bit, coating your body in saliva. You just lay limp, not giving him the satisfaction of struggling.
All of a sudden, you hear a loud gulping sound and you feel your body being pushed towards the back of his throat. You scream as you are tossed into his gullet. Your little body is no match for the muscles pulling you down. You whimper to yourself as you slowly go down, listening to his rhythmic heart beat. Why did this happen to me, you think to your self. In moments, your feet connect with what you assume is the entrance to his gut. The spicncher opens and you fall into the suprisingly roomy stomach. You stand up in the squishy flesh and make your way to the wall of the stomach. You band against it as hard as you can while yelling,
"Zac! Let me out! Please!!!" You just feel what seems to be a large hand rubbing the outside of the stomach in satisfaction. You can faintly hear Zac say,
"Mmm...you tasted great Matt." You collapse in defeat and curl into a little ball, crying. At least the stomach acid isn't hurting me, you think to yourself.
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