Even at this size, he knew he had to get something
eventually to eat to sustain himself... So as he thought it out there a bit for
a minute or so, Daisuke finally decided and said aloud to himself “Ah, what’s
the worst that could happen?” while smiling. He hoped, in the back of his mind,
that those weren’t his famous last words. The growling sounds coming from his
bare stomach told him he wouldn’t last much longer without some kind of food.
So what if he managed to climb down to the floor? He would probably collapse
from hunger before ending up underneath Takeru’s foot the next time he got up!
“Don’t worry, stomach, you’ll have your food soon!” Daisuke told his belly as
he placed a hand against it. He focused his eyes on that single, delicious
looking popcorn kernel before beginning his dash toward it. Meanwhile, the
giant blond would continue his movie watching, unaware of the tiny trekking
across his body. As Daisuke ran full speed toward his food, he occasionally
looked up at the young Chosen Child’s face to see what he was doing. His eyes
were always locked onto the television; a handful of popcorn occasionally being
shoved into his mouth where it was chewed up loudly. Sometimes the handful
would go to Patamon instead; who would happily munch on the snack food. Sadly,
no more loose kernels fell from the teen’s hand.
It took longer for the very tiny Chosen Child to get
to the kernel than he would of liked. As the young teen stood on his rival’s
chest, he could feel it raise and lower with each breath. It was like standing
on a living hill. Since he was so close to Takeru’s face now, the sounds of the
giant chewing, slurping, and swallowing were almost deafening to him. If
Daisuke didn’t know he was atop his friend, he would of thought these sounds
came from some sort of devouring Digimon. Daisuke was entranced by it all
before his hungry eyes fell upon the popcorn kernel a few feet away. Daisuke
licked his lips and drool dripped down his chin as he approached the steamy,
warm piece of food. “Oooh yeah. Come to Daisuke~” the shrunken teen mumbled as
he picked up a chunk of the crunchy snack of buttery goodness. At a size bigger
than his head, this single kernel of popcorn could feed him for days! “This is
gonna be so good!” Daisuke licked his lips one last time before plunging his
face into the white kernel chunk. The tiny boy nibbled on it a bit before
swallowing and making a loud sound of content. His face was covered in melted
butter and white dust, but he barely stopped to breath before going back for
another bite.
Unbeknownst to him, Takeru had happened to glance at
his chest and spot the fallen popcorn kernel. The glance only lasted a
millisecond before his eyes returned to the TV screen. Then, without bothering
to look down, Takeru pinched the popcorn kernel between his fingers. By the
time Daisuke noticed that him and the kernel got pinched between those two
finger pads it was too late. His first thought was that Takeru had finally
noticed him; that this nightmare would soon be over. Those hopes came crashing
down when Takeru brought Daisuke to his mouth and parted his lips. The red
haired boy’s face was struck with absolute horror as he gazed into the dark
cavern of his friend’s mouth; strings of saliva connecting his teeth together.
Daisuke had just enough time to begin a shriek before Takeru thoughtlessly
tossed him inside.
“No,
no, no, no, NO!” Daisuke chanted as he landed
on Takeru’s huge, wet tongue. He still clung to the popcorn kernel as it was
flicked to the right side of Takeru’s mouth; right under a white molar.
Daisuke’s body seemed to move itself as he instantly let go of the kernel and
rolled off the teeth just as Takeru clamped down and decimated the popcorn
kernel. If Daisuke had been a moment slower it would have been him being ground
up into paste by those pearly whites. “Gotta get out gotta get out!” Daisuke
repeated in a panic as he landed back on the slick tongue and looked around.
“There’s gotta be a way out of here!” The athletic teen got to his feet (which
sank into the soft tongue of his rival) and tried his best to wobble toward
where he was tossed in. The lips were already closed, but Daisuke wasn’t known
for giving up. Alas, even if Takeru’s mouth had been wide open, Daisuke had no
chance of escape. It barely took any effort at all on Takeru’s part to chew up
that single kernel of popcorn, so once it was reduced to a fine paste it was
tossed back onto the tongue and then flicked to the back of the throat; Daisuke
included. “Damn it, NO! Stop, Takeru!
Don’t swallow me!!” Daisuke screamed as loud as he could, but his screams were
utterly drowned out by a single, powerful sound. *GULP*
The little red-haired boy was readily tossed back by
the motioning of the tongue, along with mashed up popcorn bits, back toward the
very end of the cavernous room he was in. Daisuke' vision was blurred in pink,
as he was sent in headfirst into the opening of the pharynx, which greedily
opened up to allow his very tiny body, along with the popcorn, in. The uvula,
dangling above almost tauntingly, rose and let the back of the throat expand to
slimily swallow him and the grounded yellow mush up. The last bit of light
Daisuke saw before being swallowed was it coming out slightly from between Takeru's
lips and teeth, which were just beginning to part again to accept another
handful of popcorn in, having just about swallowed the batch (and him) in.
Daisuke being saliva-ridden and all made him slick and was easily thrusted and
slid downward, with the popcorn paste keeping him company by surrounding him on
the start of this journey, and he could feel the pharynx closing behind his
feet; hundreds of fleshy, wet muscles then grasping at him rigorously and
shoving him down forth, to where it was almost painful for him getting
swallowed.
Anyway, it all happened so fast that Daisuke' mind
actually went blank. In one moment he was in the jaws of his friend and fellow Chosen
Children, standing on top of the tongue and trying to run up along it, looking
to escape. Then within a matter of milliseconds later, he had been pushed back
instantaneously and gulped down like that. He didn't even have time to register
it or think at all. He just sort of understood it all from a physical
viewpoint, being tossed around and about and back and forth all so suddenly,
and now spiraling downward to the belly of the beast below. He felt his body,
arms, legs, and everything being constricted in popcorn mush as he went downward
in a snake-like motion into his rival’s stomach. He was just lazily and
greedily dumped onto the flabby, fleshy stomach floor, being treated as no more
than another piece of meat for Takeru's body to process. Meanwhile, Takeru from
the outside simply felt almost a "bubbling" coming from within his
belly, in which he just merely shrugged it off without much thought. He even
placed his hand on his stomach afterward, feeling it and rubbing it, in unison
of all the delicious popcorn he had just consumed.
Feeling himself start to tear up, as the full
realization of having just been entirely swallowed alive, by his own dear
friend (and yet, rival) for that matter, was further sinking in. As he stood
there, shivering in complete exasperation and eyes widened with grief in
finding it hard to fully comprehend the current role he served, which was to
end his life as Takeru's snack, inescapable memories suddenly starting flooding
to him. He remembered the first time he had ever even met Takeru, in which the
blond's first words to him were: "You look familiar" (having thought
of him as a Taichi look-a-like back then), and he remembered how the rivalry
between them even all started. During his last moments, Dasiuke pleaded for
help as loudly as he could, but all to no avail. Realizing there was no escape,
he lost all will to continue and only sighed softly now. If only Takeru had
known, he thought. Still, at least he was giving up his life for a friend, even
if it wasn't much he was giving... Perhaps a tiny bit of energy more than what Takeru
would've gained without him in the popcorn, but he still accepted it as it was.
Takeru just continued to watch his movie, a hand etched over his flat belly,
which gurgled noisily to the food it was processing. Takeru felt a bubble rise
up to his throat and he burped loudly. Patamon looked up and threw a kernel at
him. "Hey, that's gross!" Patamon snickered. Takeru laughed,
"Sorry, must've been something I ate..."
THE END