By the time it took you to realize just how wide a piece of pepperoni can be at your size, it was already too late...

You had just rounded the corner after what had felt like forever and just as you were about to cross the finish line, a wall of white smashes into the pizza just inches from your face. You pound your fists on its hard surface begging to be released, but the teeth tear off what's left of the pizza slice, sealing your fate in the process. 

As Ellie starts to chew, her tongue folds the pizza slice under it, and like the filling of a burrito, you're wrapped in wet cheese and dough, glazed in a helping of spit. The chunk is pulled back between Ellie's molars, your head barely sticking out of the slimy mass, watching as the teeth around you mash the only thing protecting you into pieces. Before long the pizza resembles wet goo and miraculously you've avoided being mashed by the teeth, though the motion sickness is quickly getting to you. You're soon deposited back onto the surface of Ellie's tongue, and as you look out helplessly at the hundreds of taste buds coated in food and saliva, the entire tongue lurches upward, bashing you into the roof of her mouth. 

Your face is quickly smothered by Ellie's taste buds, each forcing their way into your face and mouth as Ellie savors your taste. While there is still time, you yell with all the energy you have left. "Please... Don't eat m-"

You're cut off as the next taste bud burrows itself down your throat as the space around you shrinks smaller and smaller. An ocean of pizza-flavored saliva washes over the tongue, threatening to drown you. But just before it does, the tongue riles back and swallows the mountain of food around you...

You were certain you had been swallowed alive, but when you woke up, you discovered that you were still on the back of Ellie's tongue, watching it scour every surface of her mouth for leftover pizza. It was useless to scream, your situation was utterly hopeless. Instead, you try and appreciate what's destined to be your last moments of life, the unholy sights and sounds within a human mouth. The worst offender was the overwhelming smell of bacteria and other digested filth that can only be described as bad breath on steroids. It was a world record on the stages of grief, but by the time Ellie goes to swallow a second time, you hug her tongue in acceptance. You, alongside countless food scraps, slide down her throat, its powerful muscles compress and drag you down deeper and deeper into her body. 

Eventually, you drop into the sickening chasm of Ellie's stomach. It smells truly wretched, digesting food floats in a sea of acid and already the liquid is burning into your fragile flesh. Gurgling and groaning serenade you as you nuzzle against the stomach wall, taking in the view one last time before the pain becomes too much and your vision fades...