His titanic hand wraps around the banana and picks it up, a dramatic change causing a sense of vertigo in your head. When you get your bearings finally, you find yourself face to face with the gargantuan ape, his eyes seeming to focus on you, but he wasn't, he was more focused on his current food. without hesitation, he begins to unpeel the fruit, and a thought goes through your head that you'll be safe, you have to come off of the banana with the peel.
Wrong.
The banana's core itself holds you in place, and is pulled over your shoulders and head, leaving you stuck to the sweet-smelling fruit. You look up to see him open his mouth, and enter a state of panic. You try everything within your power to grab his attention. Flailing your arms, yelling as loud as you can, and nothing seems to work. a shadow overcasts above, and you realize he has already wrapped his mouth around the banana, and yourself, closing his lips and teeth to take the bite that sealed your fate. He doesn't chew right off the bat, he just lets the chunk of fruit sit on his tongue, savoring the flavor of it. The sheer humidity and volume of the saliva inside his mouth allows you to slip from your fruity prison, and lay on the tongue. You try to stand and get your bearings, the tongue twitching below you, and throwing you off balance. Finally, you manage to stand and jump from the tongue, next to one of his teeth. You grip onto the flesh that you can, holding tight as he chews the slippery fruit. You felt that you might be able to survive this, but without warning, his tongue darts around, pulling up bits of the fruit that fell to his teeth, and you with it. His teeth stop for a moment and you felt somewhat safe, but with one fluid motion, his tongue raises to the roof of his mouth and tilts back. You claw at the tongue, the slippery texture of the banana causing it to fail. You slip into the black abyss of his throat, the pulsing muscles there pulling you down, despite your struggle. You feel your legs move into a humid, hot chamber, that you can only assume is his stomach, where the acids were already taking hold of the fruit itself, dissolving it into nearly nothing. You pound on the stomach walls, kicking and scratching to hopefully get his attention one last time, but nothing happened. The lack of air quickly took hold of you, the last vision you remember seeing was the churning muscles of his stomach, grinding you into mush.
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