You take the grapes. You hold the branch above you. You lick your lips and glance at your findings hungrily, you fix a keen, birdlike eye on your lunch. You bite the yummy fruits off one by one and turn them into sweet mash in your mouth. As you turn back in order to go and find the others, you get lost in the maze of corridors that is formed between the enormous machines. Doesn’t matter. You have the sweet memory of your delicious grape meal. As you try to retrace your steps with no success, you hear barely audible sound of someone else’s steps near by. Before you manage to become sure of this or turn around, you are sneak-attacked from behind. There is a pair of jaws that seem to stretch towards you from nowhere and cover your body completely. You feel a pair of sharp teeth and a very lively tongue all over your torso and you’re not certain whether you should yell out of horror or moan out of pleasure. You do sort of both as the tongue feels its way under your shirt. Your legs fidget violently as you disappear down to someone’s throat. You feel the warmth of the insides of someone. It feels intimate and extraordinary and somehow delightfully wrong.
You have difficulties to understand that you are really swallowed whole by someone and you feel horrified and marvelous at the same time. You create a nice bulge in someone’s tummy. You feel a certain amount of pride for that. The bulge that is you is patted and hugged lovingly, and gentle lulling of your resting place is the last thing you feel before you fall asleep.
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