As the pizza slice tilted closer to James’s gaping mouth, Dylan’s world became a blur of heat and panic. “This is it,” he whispered, his voice trembling, fingers digging into the crust’s greasy edge. “No way out now.” His tiny body froze, instinct screaming to move, but fear locked his limbs. James, oblivious, hummed to his music, the vibration rattling Dylan’s bones.
The first bite came like a thunderclap. James’s teeth tore through the pizza, inches from Dylan, the wet *crunch* deafening. “Not yet, not yet!” Dylan squeaked, heart hammering as he clung tighter. Another bite, closer now, the cavern of James’s mouth looming, hot breath blasting over him like a furnace. Dylan’s eyes widened, tracking the glistening teeth, the slick tongue. “He doesn’t see me. He doesn’t know!”
Then it happened. James’s mouth descended, a swift chop, and the pizza lurched. Dylan’s grip slipped as the bite pulled him inside, the world darkening. “No!” he yelped, tumbling across the soft, warm expanse of James’s tongue. Teeth gnashed around him, but by some miracle, he avoided their crushing force, rolling into a pocket of cheese near the cheek. “I’m alive,” he gasped, shaking, the slimy walls pulsing around him. “No teeth… thank God.”
But relief was fleeting. The tongue shifted, and Dylan felt the world tip backward. “Oh, crap, the throat!” he cried, clawing at the slick surface as he slid toward the dark, pulsing abyss. “No, no, I’m not food!” His screams were drowned by the wet *gulp* as James swallowed, and Dylan plummeted, headfirst, down the tight, muscular chute.
Seconds later, he splashed into the stomach, landing in a shallow pool of sizzling acid. “This is it,” he thought, bracing for pain, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m gonna burn.” But… nothing. No searing, no agony. Dylan cracked an eye open, patting his arms. “I’m… fine?” He stood, ankle-deep in the bubbling liquid, untouched. Above, more pizza rained down, chunks splashing around him, but the acid did nothing to him but the food was starting to look different.
“What the…” Dylan muttered, dodging a falling pepperoni. His mind raced back to the strange smell that had shrunk him minutes ago, “That smell… it didn’t just make me small. It made me… indestructible?” He tested the acid again, dipping his hand in. Nothing. “Okay, that’s new.”
The stomach groaned, a deep, ominous rumble, and Dylan steadied himself against a slimy wall. “Right, I’m not dead… but I’m still in a giant’s gut. What now?” He scanned the dim, churning chamber, lit faintly by some faint glow. The pizza pile grew, half-dissolved, “Can’t stay here forever,” he said, voice steadier now. “Gotta find a way out… or I’m just along for the ride.”
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