“A-Akira…. This isn’t funny anymore!” Futaba cried, trying to make her voice heard of the rumbling, gastric sounds of the fleshy prison she had found herself in. She didn’t remember how, or why she had shrunk… but she did.
Initially, she had been excited that Akira was the one that found her, her key item, she knew she would be safe with him. It wasn’t Mona, who might have had his cat instincts kick in, or Ryuji with his perverted thoughts… it was… Akira.
But the second Akira snatched her up, she knew something wasn’t right. He was staring at her, not like a beloved friend and lover… but… as if she were- She remembered him opening his mouth, letting his breath wash over her, causing her to grimace. Then… he licked his lips.
“H-Hey, what are you-” Futaba began, but she immediately cut off her words with a shriek of fear, as she was easily tossed onto his awaiting tongue. With no fanfare, the massive, tiny girl-carrying organ went back into the pitch black cave that was Akira’s mouth, threw her back, and with a gulp, sent her down.