As the day drew to a close Markus found himself snoozing as he awaited Hank’s return. He was inside an empty glass that lay on its side atop the kitchen counter; the detective had left it there nestled firmly between a pan and a kettle. The little man would shift his weight back and forth, making the glass steadily roll side to side as Markus found himself in almost a trance-like state.

His peace would be interrupted though as he heard the lock on the door click and open with a bit of a screech to it. In came Hank, his face red with the expression of being happily drunk pasted on his face.

“I’m home!” The handsome old man yelled out as he stepped inside slamming the door shut behind him. Almost immediately a rush of motion filled the apartment as Sumo - his dog - rushed towards the front door and threw himself over Hank’s legs in a greeting that had long since become customary. “Hey there Sumo.” Hank kneeled down and ruffled sumo’s fur a little with a soft smile. “Good dog.” Hank assured the pup, placing a palm on his head and giving it a good rub.

The detective hicced just once as he got back up to his feet, his eyes scanning the room for the little bugger he left alone that morning, work being too dangerous to lug something so fragile around. Not really spotting the little fellow anywhere Hank waved it off, instead stepping into the kitchen as he pulled an old fancy whiskey bottle from the cupboard; it would be just the right thing to end the night.

Idly reaching his hand he grabbed the nearest glass and set it down before opening the bottle and poring himself a glassful. Hank never noticed the little man whose nap he had interrupted, not even after submerging Markus head to toe in alcohol.

The little man would sputter and cough as he resurfaced watching through bent glass as Hank’s large hand gripped his cozy sleeping spot and effortlessly lifted it off the counter. The house would zoom around the little man as Hank made his way to an armchair and sat down finally sparing his drink a look.

“Ah, there you are!” Hank smiled at the sight of the little man floating in his drink. “And here I thought you were off snooping through my laundry bin or somethin’.” The kind-hearted man let out a hoarse chuckle with a playful smirk on his face.

His big blue eyes looked down, trying to focus on the flustered little man in his glass. Before he got the chance to though, Hank just shook his head. “Eh, whatever…” He grumbled as he brought the rim of the glass to his lips and slowly began to tilt the thing. “Down the hatch!”

Immediately Markus would feel the current carry him towards Hank’s slowly parting lips as the beverage poured into the bigger man’s mouth with a soft soothing sound of rushing liquid followed shortly by the reflexive flexes of Hank’s throat as he swallowed.

Glug… Glug.. Glug…

The detective didn’t seem bothered in the least as Markus slipped from the glass and into his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut wincing at the burning sensation in his throat. He did find the weight of the tiny man on his tongue a little amusing though.

Within the mouth Markus was riding back-first down the waterslide stretching along Hank’s massive tongue. The little guy would only get a few brief moments to take in the sights of the maw around him: the huge rows of teeth, the pulsating flesh and the globs of saliva strewn all over it seemingly at random. Far too quickly Markus found himself pulled further down and into the throat. As the flesh finally enveloped him, the micro let out a short gasp. It squeezed at Markus as he passed deeper into the detective’s body with sharp slithering noises sounding around him. His journey lasted for a few seconds longer until finally he found himself entering the cramped humid chamber that was Hank’s stomach.

Outside Hank belched with a satisfied look on his face as he leaned against the back of his seat and took a deep breath, laying an open palm over his abdomen.

Markus gasped as he looked around, sitting neck-deep in a heated pool of gastric juices and alcohol. The little man could hear the faint thumping noise of the detective’s heartbeat, the soothing breaths as his massive chest would rise and fall. The tiny would feel soft groans and low growls coming from the stomach as his little legs shuffled about in what seemed to be the remnants of Hank’s dinner at piled up at the bottom of the gastric pool.

Suddenly Markus felt something pressing on the side of his head and turned to see the stomach walls bulging inwards, prodding at him. “H-hey!” Markus exclaimed as he felt the flesh firmly press down on his head, the result of Hank poking at his belly with two fingers. “C-come on, Mr. Anderson!” The tiny fellow protested half-heartedly as a deep blush betrayed his true feelings.

“Agh shush, you little freak.” Hank shot back with a fond smile. “Just enjoy yourself while you can. I won’t be keeping you in there long.”

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