Rick removed the banana from the peel completely. He dropped the peel on the ground, and then tilted back his head and opened his mouth. He dangled Rico over his open maw, and giggled.
"Oh, Rico, don't know if you're aware or not. Now down the hatch," Rick said letting go of the banana.
Rico screamed as he fell into the gaping black hole that was Rick's throat. He slid against the tongue, it was rougher than Rico expected. It was wet. It the throat was slimy. Rick hit the epiglottis and plunged into Rick's empty stomach. The stomach acid sloshed and the walls of the stomach closed in to crush Rico's soft white flesh. Rick licked the bits of Rico that scraped off against his teeth, and tongue, and smacked his lips.
"Not as spicy, as I expected, URP!" and then he laughed helplessly as he began to digest his meal. He patted his belly, and said to it, "Nutritious snack. Wonder if Chad Drone will make any more nutritious snacks for me to eat."
A wave of disquiet passed over Rick. He wobbled a bit until he caught his balance, and muttered, "Head rush? Or sugar rush?" He shrugged.
He staggered toward his motorbike. His eyes watered, and he yawned loudly. He stretched his arms, and yawned again. He scratched under his right arm, and scratched his head with his left arm. He blinked. And looked to see his bare foot was scratching his armpit. He looked down to see that he had kicked off both his shoes and socks as he staggered. He stared at his bare feet. He didn't recall his feet being that hairy. He splayed his toes and frowned. They looked wrong. He lifted his foot up to his nose. He seemed more limber than normal. His foot looked darker than it should, and his big toe looked more like a thumb.
He realized he was slouching and still scratching his head. He looked at the phone, and opened the app. He said into the smartphone, "Oook?"
He grabbed his throat, and said, "Ook, ook, ook!"
It was impossible. He was changing into some sort of ape or monkey. His clothing felt ill-fitting, and he store it off with his powerful hands and feet. He stared at his naked hairy body. He felt the nub of a tail at the base of his spine. He feared it would grow more. He ran on all fours toward his motorbike and hopped on it naked. The hairy creature could feel himself changing as the banana in his stomach digested. He revved the engine. Stowed the phone in a saddle bag, and motored down the road in the direction Chad had gone. The drone might be able to change him back or stop his metamorphosis, if only he could get there in time.
He drove up the drive to the coach's house. He dropped the bike, and ran with the phone in one hand and knuckle running with the other around the side of the house to the pool.
"Ook!" he said as he burst through the hedge.