Roasting In My Stomach

Description: I bet you're wondering just how you got into this situation. on a plate in my kitchen, getting seasonings sprinkled all over your body. well, you do remember sneaking into my house, don't you? and how soon after you snuck into my house i caught you? do you also remember me stomping on you? haha, yep, i gave you a quick stomp with my strong foot, and as you were dazed on the ground i was looking down at you, deciding your fate. i thought about just picking you up and eating you right then and there. however, looking at you, i realized you are the perfect size. big enough to where you will completely fill up my belly, making it big and bloated. yet, small enough to where i can swallow you whole. the perfect size. and so, while you were still out of it, i picked you up and brought you to my kitchen and here we are! oh, does this hot sauce burn? well, this is nothing compared to the heat of my stomach acids you are about to endure. because, i'm not going to cook you. you're going to be kicking and struggling as i swallow you down, and it's in my stomach where you will be roasted. roasted and broiled by my corrosive digestive fluids, massaged by my tight intestines, until you get smaller and smaller and then get fully absorbed into my body. i think i'll even let you marinate in my mouth a bit. you'll get a very good look at the inside of my wet, warm mouth as i swish you around in there. because you know what the final seasoning is? fear. and, you'll be absolutely terrified as you're laying on my tongue, looking at the back of my throat, knowing the fate you're about to endure. then, you'll descend down my throat and into my waiting belly, filling me up, bloating me up. you're going to make such a delicious meal. **endoscope mouth shots with added fx stomach sounds**