I was squeezed down in the tightness of Blue's esophagus. The passage constricted and relaxed until I became stuck behind the sphincter of her stomach. Thank God. I was sure I would get the chance to do so personally soon enough. 

If Blue was doing anything in the outside world, I was painfully unaware. How could she do this to me? How did she shrink me? And how could she throw my life away so easily? All I ever did was admired her body. There was nothing wrong with that. 

If it were my coworker Jill, I'd understand. She wasn't as well-endowed as Blue, but she also wasn't my boss, so I wasn't worried about being overly friendly to with her. I slapped Jill's ass plenty of times when she walked by, and copped more than a few feelings. I told her of all the crude things I would do to her if we ever met outside of work. 

Or my girlfriend Nicole, who cried once or twice too many after I yelled at her. But it wasn't like the toxicity of our relationship was one sided. She had a potential for cruelty. There were mornings I woke up chained to the wall. She'd put her cigarettes out on me and trample me with her sharp heeled boots. At least I never hit her. Oh sure, I might've slept with her maid, but Nicole made Michelle wear the outfit and everything. So that couldn't be just my fault.

Maybe I wasn't going to heaven.

Confused at how this all came to be and without a hope, I waited for death. It was not something I would look forward to.

The sphincter opened, and I dropped in Blue's stomach.