Goldie hadn't quite finished her cheer practice before picking up the strange "gum". She did a few jumps, a somersault, and more - not caring about the absolute waterslides of saliva gushing inside her maw. For poor Blake, it was like being on the inside of a washing machine, with an extra deep odor and no way out... And what made it worse was knowing this was the girl of his dreams he was inside!

He thrashed, and screamed, only for his cries to be answered with -

GULLLLLP

It was an honest mistake. Goldie meant to enjoy her gum's flavor a bit more, but her rapid movements made it hard to keep track of it in her mouth. Figuring that most myths about gum being unhealthy to swallow were superstitions, she shrugged, and continued with her practice.

A practice that shook Blake all the way down the fleshy tubes of her esophagus, shaking and churning him as their thin, muscular apertures worked on him. He slid down slowly, trying to hold on the walls for support - his teeth chattering and arms shaking too much to cast any spells.

Almost immediately, in one large SPLASH, he landed next to the cheerleader's hearty breakfast - small flakes of masticated mush floating amid a stagnant, murky swamp of digestive fluids. Her stomach. He was closer than he ever wanted to be with her.

As those very liquids ate away at him, he found his consciousness quickly fading. Goldie's slight breaths, and the reverberations from her steps, accompanied him as he faded away; stirred by the continual flexing outside.