The sound of the gate opening startled Max, and he suddenly swallowed.
Chad screamed as he disappeared down his dog's throat and into his stomach.
"Hey, Max," Johnny said walking by Max toward the backdoor. He patted Max's head. "Bet you are missing your playtime. Chaz told me you normally spend weekends with Chad, when he isn't playing sports. But no worries, from now on, I'll be here weekends to play with you. And Chad will be here too, but wrapped around my waist," Johnny rambled as he tried to find the right key. He unlocked the backdoor, and disappeared inside.
Chad heard Johnny's muffled voice as Max's stomach churned and started to grind.
Max trotted over to his food bowl and ate. He drank some water. Then he even ate some grass. Perhaps Chad wasn't agreeing with him?
Chad was terrified. Were Speedos digestible? Would he end up dying in here? Or maybe he'd become part of Max? Or maybe he would just pass through, like the time when Chad was little and Chaz got him to eat 50 cents worth of coins? Oh, shit! At least Max had swallowed him whole, and not chewed him into shreds.