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The Accidental Adventurer: The Mansion - Page 61 - Frog Food under Glass. - By KavenBach - Overview

          You hit the tongue holding your left side.  It lets go… and with a yelp you jerk in the opposite direction as though you’re held in the center of a rubber band.  You have an instant to turn your head and see what’s about to happen… then you slam into the glass side of the frog case!


          You hang there, momentarily stunned and winded.  The frog beneath you, not as well anchored in place as the one sticking to the glass above, slides a bit and ends up letting go of you.


          You shoot upward, and this time no new tongue comes along to delay your fate.  The frog pulls you into its mouth, and snaps its jaws down on your rump.  Your legs kick frantically as you find your naked upper body squeezed inside the gooey tightness of its throat, but it opens and closes its jaws again quickly, drawing you in right to your ankles.  Your feet twitch, and inside of it the rest of your body jerks in frantic struggles, but one more quick snap of its jaw seals you inside of its throat.


          Screaming in terror, you squirm and thrash inside of the creature, choking on the slime inside of it.  The frog isn’t a big one, so you’re squeezed tightly inside of it, but you manage to turn yourself around and you bring your arms and head toward its jaws.  No matter how hard you try to pry that jaw open, however, you meet with no success…


            The frog slowly turns itself so that its head now faces upward, then it hangs on the side of the glass case, dozing there.  Its belly and the underside of its throat, pressed against the transparent glass, jerk and heave for quite a while; apparently, its poor prey is getting enough air to survive… for a while, at least.  Eventually, though, the shrunken woman in its gullet will have been digested enough, mostly from the hips down, to succumb at last.
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