Soon a hand grabs Greg out of the toybox. He sees a larger boy, probably 3 or 4 holding him. He starts to play with his as if he were a soldier.
"Okay this isn't too bad, as long as this kid keeps me, I should be fine. He might be abit rough, but I prefer that over ending up in a nappy" He shivers at the thought.
After about an hour Greg is actually having fun being this kids soldier, when another kid comes over and tries to grab him. "Hey i'm not done with him!" the older boy says. "Well you gotta share, I want him for the doll house" the other kid exclaims. The older kid grabs Greg back "no he's a soldier, not some doll!" the boy exclaims. "well i'll just take him anyways!" she says as she fights to pull Greg from the boy. After a small fight the older boy exclaims "well i'll make sure you never get him now!" Before Greg can even process what happened, he is thrust into the older boys mouth. He is quickly coated in saliva and sent to his throat before Greg can even begin to escape. The sounds of the outside become muffled as Greg is pulled down the kids esophagus as Greg panics "oh god this kid just swallowed me! And I doubt i'm coming out the same way I came in" he says as he realizes his fate.
Greg drops into the kids stomach, the acid quickly coating Greg who luckily is immune to being digested from the shrinking process. He swims to the walls of the stomach to attempt to climb up them, but they are too slimy and he falls down. After what feels like hours of trying (though it had only been about 30 minutes) Greg resigns to his fate. "I said I didn't want to end up in a nappy, with how old this kid is, I guess i'm getting that wish." He says as he lays back and lets himself float in the stomach.
Soon lunch time comes and a load of chewed up food falls on Greg. It covers him as he samples it. "hmmm peanut butter and jam sandwich I think. Not bad" he thinks to himself, though the sounds of the now very active stomach almost overpower his thoughts. It begins to bring him down closer to the bottom of the stomach, as he is dragged with the rest of the food into the small intestine. The food becomes a thick paste that coats Greg as it continues to digest around him. He feels comfort being in this paste, it's almost like a blanket.
Meanwhile the boy heads home, already having forgotten that he ate Greg. He eats supper and soon goes to bed while Greg reaches the end of his small intestine.