"Blow him, of course," said Keith, as he took the chewing gum out of his mouth and tossed it away.
"Does he still have a cock to blow?" Asked Chris.
"Huh?" Replied Keith, "no! I'm not blowing him that way. He's bubble gum now, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, of course. I didn't mean, it's just..."
""Never mind." With that he tossed the pink rubbery mass formerly a star athlete into his giant maw, and started chomping.
Chad was spinning naked on Keith's tongue. The giant molars masticated his body, and stretched and twisted it. It felt like the entire defensive line was tackling him, and pummeling him. He was drenched in saliva. In some ways, it was like hot sweaty sex. He had to be hallucinating, this couldn't be real, could it?