Always one for adventure, you took a running start and hopped the gap to the rim, holding out your hands to grab the edge. This was a move you had practiced over and over, and really, it was nothing out of the ordinary for a tiny like you. You did this sort of jump all the -

You gasped as your belly hit the rim, and all the air escaped your lungs, causing you to make an unintentional belch-like sound. You sure are glad Kelly wasn’t around to hear that. But the rim hadn’t fully broken your jump. You totally overshot the rim. You were still moving forward, tumbling over it. Oh no.

Your whole body turned upside-down as you bounced off the rim, and took a dive head-first into the steaming soup below. You flailed around, trying to catch yourself on something, but there was nothing to hold on to. You plummeted several inches down, straight down into the ramen. You splashed into the hot, burning soup and sank like a stone.

The water burned your whole body. You had the wherewithal to brace yourself as soon as you realized you were falling, but it still hurt immensely. Every part of your body was on fire. You tried to scream, but just made bubbles, and burned your mouth, too. Fuck. You quickly closed your eyes. It hurt way too much to keep them open.

Your survival instinct took over as you kicked and swam madly, desperate to get out of this boiling grave. You automatically ignored everything happening outside the cup, including Kelly entering the room and saying:

“I’m back! What did I miss?”

Kelly sashayed back into the room, now wearing a thicker eyeshadow, redder lipstick, and a gorgeous blue and white pendant necklace.

“Oooh, is that Emily? Oh my god, is he in her bra??” She noticed the TV before she even thought to look for her missing date, and plopped herself down on the couch, in rapt attention.

“Hahaha! A pushup contest!? That’s hilarious! Poor Ryan, I hope he isn’t squished too bad!” She laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world and grabbed the cup of ramen.

“What happened while I was in the bathroom?” She asked, not even looking away from the TV, as she brought the cup to her lips.

You were swimming like mad, like a frog dropped into boiling water. (Probably a more apt comparison than you wanted to think about right now.) You scrambled past scraps of peas, carrots, and shoved the entangling noodles out of your path. You were burning all over and hell-bent on getting out of this alive. You had no idea which way was up, indeed, it felt like you were going in the opposite direction of your swimming, but you kept scrambling. 

By some stroke of luck, your arms breached the surface and met the air. You swam up, and your head finally emerged from the water, and opened your eyes just in time for you to see Kelly’s new red lipstick fill your view of the exit of the cup. You then realized that the topsy-turvy feeling you had a moment ago wasn’t a trick of the water - it was because Kelly was lifting the cup you were desperately swimming in. Then her mouth opened.

The tilting became even more severe as the surface of the water started to slide towards the end of the cup, the end pointed right into Kelly’s massive maw, which cast you into shadow once again. You screamed and started swimming madly away from the hungry mouth, as the noodles that once threatened to trap you in the scalding water tumbled harmlessly into her mouth. You swam with all your might, but you were no match for gravity. Kelly tilted the cup further and you started sliding down, along with the broth. She started to pucker her lips, and sucked at the stream of broth, creating an even greater force shuttling you directly into her jaws. You screamed.

Your scream was immediately silenced as you were submerged by the force of Kelly’s slurping some of the noodles, which you didn’t realize were right behind you. The noodles pulled you under and snagged you, and now you were utterly powerless against the force of her suction. In a matter of a few seconds, you had gone from victory to certain doom. 

Kelly slurped up the noodles, and you, into her mouth and bit them off at the end, setting the cup back down. You were utterly disoriented again and practically spinning in the hot confines of her mouth. Where was her tongue? Where was her teeth, her lips? Which way was her throat? You had to figure something out and swim some way before she started chewing you. You had to kick, or punch, or bite, since clearly she couldn’t hear you over the show. What did your safety training at school tell you to do in a situation like this? Try to bite their tongue?

You thrashed around, trying to look for it, but the constant movement of her mouth threw you for a loop, and the water pushed you this way and that. But you persisted, though the water was still burning. If you didn’t get her attention soon, she’d accidentally -

“Wow, Emily, you’re amazing at those push-ups!”

GULP. “Pfffahahaha! Her nipple’s squishing him now! This show is too rich!” She wiped the soup off her mouth. “Oh god,” she said, trying to stop from laughing, “I really should have chewed that.” She coughed and knocked on her chest a few times to help it go down. She paused and looked around. “Hey? Phil? Where’d you go?”

—

Her tongue scooped up the mass of unchewed soup, and its little diver, straight to the back of her throat. You didn’t even understand what was happening until a GULP squeezed you down her throat along with the soup. In a split second, her massive throat muscles grabbed you tight and pulled you down, deep into her body. Now you were completely trapped, and at the mercy of her intestines. You were pinned on all sides, and sliding, when there was a brief lurch. A sudden whooshing sound echoed around you, and you felt yourself being jostled to and fro. This happened again, each time squeezing you down further, until finally you were sliding down smoothly again. 

You landed in her stomach, atop a pile of noodles. More noodles were squeezed out of the esophagus and fell on top of you. It was pitch black, and unbelievably humid. It smelled acrid, but also of ramen. All around you were the sounds of her organs squelching, squeezing, and squirting fluids. The slimy walls were coated with a stinging liquid that burned your skin. That had to be her stomach acid.

As you rolled over and collapsed against the slimy stomach walls, too exhausted to move any further, you had just one thought before you slipped into unconsciousness in the oxygen-free sac:

At least it’s not as hot as the soup.