You get as much of a running start as you can and leap off the bed towards Buster’s nose. Unfortunately, he pulls back his head at that second and opens his mouth to pant again. You land square on the tip of his tongue, arms instinctively wrapping around as much of it as you can hold, terrified of falling out of his mouth.
You realize what a mistake that was as Buster instinctively closes his mouth and runs his tongue up against the hard palette of his mouth. You’re scraped across the tough palette and tumble further down his tongue where it’s much more mucous-y. There is no grip here, and your naked body slides quickly down into his throat. Buster swallows you, along with a good bit of saliva, and then decides to head back downstairs.
Meanwhile, Buster’s esophagus squeezes you very tightly for a great distance before finally dropping you into his stomach. You splash into the smelly organ and mingle with the dissolving remains of his lunch kibble.
You know you have to do something fast, but what?
