“You know, at first I was on the fence about this, but now this all feels predestined.” Judas commented, still easily holding you aloft with just a few fingers. “Like, why else would you randomly shrink while we were arguing? It’s like the world wants you to be my meal. The universe recognized you were food masquerading as a person and fixed that.”
Another series of rumblings echoed from Judas stomach that was not happy mealtime was delayed. Judas lowered you again, pressing you against his stomach so these complaints echoed throughout your ears.
“Soon you’ll be on the other side of this wall.” Judas pressed you into the squishy skin harder, forcing your face against his bare belly. “In a matter of minutes, in fact. You can hear my stomach preparing the way, already eager to get you in its clutches and do its job. How long do you think you’ll survive in there? Probably only a few moments, but I’d love it if you managed to last hours.” Judas took himself in hand, beginning to stroke himself as he described your future. The fucker was actually getting off to this.
“Just imagine me, hours later, doing something mundane like playing a game or taking a nap while you’re inside getting turned into pulp.” Judas’ smiled down at the thought. “I love that idea, the thought that you’re going to be done in by something subconscious. I won’t even be purposefully killing you in your final moments, my body will just be completing its natural reaction to a morsel of food entering my stomach. Just treating you like the rest of my dinner that’s waiting for you in there. If I were to throw up, you’d be completely indistinguishable from the rest of my vomit.”
“But you won’t be coming out my mouth again, oh no. You know what happens to food in the end.” You knew, but you had been trying hard not to think about it. It was just too disgusting and humiliating an end for you after so much pain, but Judas’ body wouldn’t care about that. You would be mushed along with the rest of the rejected nutrients.
“I bet you’ll make a nice big fat log.” Judas mused. “It’ll be great to sit down on the toilet tomorrow and know that it’s you knocking at my back door. I’ll be sure to give your remains a proper send off- that is, if I remember. I don’t make a habit of thinking about my meals too long after I eat them.”
Judas lifted you away from his stomach again, making it clear to both of you that this was it. Judas looked you over, addressing you one last time. “I can only imagine how humiliating this must be for you to be turned into your sons shit. Have fun dying while I enjoy a regular Tuesday evening.” And with these last words, Judas opened his mouth wide, tongue coming out to greet you as his fingers shuffled you inside, the lips closing behind you and plunging you into darkness.
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