You wake up on a metallic, pink surface, head buzzing as you try to recall what happened before you woke up. You blink a few times, vision becoming less fuzzy as you take in your surroundings. You let out a yawn as you notice that, wherever you are, whoever owns the place, must have an incredibly predictable favorite color. The entire space is pink, from the table you are sitting on to the bolted, metal walls. You look to your side and notice the one thing that is not pink, a tub full of hot water. You peek over the edge, watching the water bubble for a bit, it almost reminds you of a rolling boil you would see when cooking. You hope the water isn’t actually that hot, but you really are not in the mood for finding out. You peek over the side of the table and notice that it doesn’t appear as if you can climb down either, there are no legs as it seems to be firmly bolted to the ground. You scratch your head for a moment, the fact that you seem to have shrunk to the size of a hamster is the least of your concerns right now. 


        You jump as you hear a door swing open, quickly pressing yourself as tightly as you can against the side of the tub so you won’t be noticed by anyone. You let out a small whimper as the boom of footsteps of a being much, much larger than you fill the room, until they are silenced suddenly with a splash as some sort of creature gets into the tub, a few stray droplets gently spraying you. You’re about to peek over the side to see what kind of being you are dealing with, but before you can, you nervously glimpse pink hands placing down a few food items in front of you. 


        The next time, you successfully peek over the side, enough to where you can look at the creature, but the creature cannot see you. And what an interesting creature you found yourself glimpsing at, one that was of the same pink scheme that the rest of the room had. He was humanoid, with a body covered in soft wool, three crystalline eyes placed upon his face, with a goofy red tie worn on his chest. Not quite as intimidating as you thought a gigantic monster would be, but you still didn’t trust him enough to show yourself, so you decided to stay where you were, gently peering over the edge, waiting for something to happen to change your circumstances. 


        Something definitely did happen, although nothing to aid in your escape. You watched as the being reached a hand onto the table and picked up a handful of chocolate bars, and not fun size ones either, full-size, rich chocolate bars. The aluminum foil of the bars was pulled back extremely delicately, producing a very satisfying crinkling sound. You watched as he carefully bit into each one, drooling slightly. For someone who would eat so many unhealthy foods in such a short time, he was surprisingly refined, the only bit of a mess being made was a few faint smears of chocolate on his lips on the areas where the bars had melted slightly from the heat of his hands. 


        When he finishes the bars, you hear him let out a small huff of satisfaction, placing the wrappers of the bars on the table. You wonder for a moment if you could perhaps use these- either to hide or to cushion your fall. Or perhaps you could hide in them to get the creature to take you to the trash can? Then again, that could prove even harder a place to be stuck when you are so small. 


        You watch him lick his lips before…wait, is he seriously grabbing more food? You would think that a few chocolate bars would spoil his appetite for sure, but then again it could be that- whatever he is- requires more food then the average human being. You then watch as he quickly packs away a whole bowl of soup, surprised that he isn’t overheating between that and the hot water, along with that thick fur that covers his visage. You’re beginning to be impressed by this creature’s appetite. You figure that, while he’s busy with the soup, you could at least try to grab one of the wrappers. 


        You quickly find that that was a bad idea, as you trip face first into a rather hot fish stick. You jolt up from the heat and make a sort of yelping sound as it burns a bit, but in doing so you turn around to find the creature staring right back at you, with a somewhat confused expression. You let out a quiet squeak as you feel the being grab you by the collar of your shirt, he seems to enjoy watching you wiggle around helplessly, knowing that your entire fate was entirely at his mercy. He looks at you with a devilish expression, eyes lidded slightly… were his teeth always so sharp? You could have sworn they were flat the last time you got a glimpse of them… 


        “Well hey there, I wasn’t expecting an audience~” he spoke, with a voice that was almost unnervingly ordinary. “What were you doing with my food?” he asked, eying you up and down, before his expression shifted more. “Oh I see…you’re one of those weirdos, aren’t you?~” his voice sounded both dangerous and flirtatious. “Those people that like to be eaten? Swallowed up and digested as they are helplessly added to someone’s middle?~” You blushed a bit, having no clue as to how this creature could be so knowing of what you liked, although now that you were in the kind of situation you would often fantasize about, you didn’t fully enjoy it as much as you thought you would, the thought of being digested did sound much more scary now that it was an actual possibility. 


        You watched in fear as the creature opened his mouth, a small tongue lolling out at first, that gradually seemed to get longer and thicker, it seemed as though, between this and the teeth, that maybe he was some sort of shapeshifter? “Oh well, whether you are or not, it doesn’t really matter, either way, I hope you taste good, we can’t have anyone finding out about my little secret, now can we?~” His sickeningly sweet breath washes over you as you wiggle more before being placed into his maw, tongue quickly retracting back as his jaws snap quickly, sealing off your only means of escape. 


        You can barely think to yourself as his tongue pins you to the roof of his mouth, slathering you in all manner of saliva. You push against his tongue to no avail as he then wraps his tongue around you and skillfully pushes you against his teeth, the sharp tips barely grazing your skin. You then hear a haunting hum reverberate from the back of his throat as he pushes you against his cheeks for a moment, before he seems to grow bored as he pushes you towards the back of his throat. 


        He swallows you rather quickly, all of that saliva proving to have made you quite slippery. As you are squeezed by his powerful throat muscles, you can hear his breathing all around you, and even a faint heartbeat coming from deeper within. As you land in his stomach, you can’t help but feel that you’re going to be kept there for a long time….