You feel gravity go to work as you are lifted off the nacho plate. You watch onwards as you past Mike's thin waste, up to his lean belly, past his hardened chest, and finally, to his face. You begin to panic, jumping frantically. "Mike! Don't eat me, please!!!!"
"You are seriously going to eat that entire plate in one go?" Thomas questioned rhetorically.
"Yeah, haha, can't wait til my cousin comes back and sees that all her food is gone. I'll just say a racoon took it or what not." He shrugged. "Besides, my gut is killing me." As if on cue, he belly gave out a small gurgle. "Haven't eaten since our last race man. Been trying to cut down."
"The last thing you need to do is cut down man." Thomas poked fun at Mike by poking him in the stomach.
Meanwhile, you were listening in on Mike and Thomas' conversation. Below you, you could hear a giant rumble, which you assumed was Mike's hungry tummy. Scared now for your life, you began to muffle a cry as you continued waving your arms frantically.
"Well, bottoms up!" Mike tossed the slob of nachos into the air. You screamed violently as you were hurled through the air. You look down to see gravity kick into effect, and you began to head directly towards Mike's wide open mouth. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" You screamed.
Mike caught the slob in his mouth and began to mock chew it, as Thomas look on in disgust. You sat in the mouth, awaiting the worst.
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