“Hmph! Pouted Konata. I seem to be finding tiny people in my room a lot recently! But the little pervs I care about are my friends, and I’ve never met you in my whole life! So logically it’s justified that I don’t care about your well being!
“Wait Konata please I’ll do anything for!” You plead desperately.
“Nah. Konata responds bluntly. Down you go! Biya!!”
As Konata says ‘Biya’ she lets go of you and you fall into her mouth which is agape. You faceplant onto her wet tongue that has the consistency of memory foam. You can’t get a grip on the surface of her tongue and you keep falling down onto the wet surface. The experience is made worse by the smell of her breath which reeks of cheap energy drinks and spicy chips. As soon as you start to find your footing, Konata’s tongue curls and pushes you into a gap between her left molars and her outer gums. The tongue was enormous for you and pushed against your whole body. It caught you at the worst moment which you tried to catch a clear breath which resulted in nearly a gallon of Konata’s Saliva entering your mouth and forcing its way down your throat. It tasted disgusting and left you feeling slightly nauseous and queasy, which wasn’t help by the low amount of air in your wet prison. Suddenly the room violently swings upward and you are sent falling near the back of her mouth towards the entrance to her throat. You try to grab onto her uvula, however your hands simply slip off and you fall down her throat. You keep falling until the throat passage starts to shrink in size. You know you must be nearing the stomach. The last 5 minutes of your journey to the stomach were agonizing. You feel the constant pressure of the two fleshy walls slowly pushing you downwards. The nearer and nearer you got to the stomach the worse the pressure got and the more the ghastly smell of the stomach reached you. Eventually you reached your destination at the stomach. As you spashed into stomach acid you instantly felt a burning sensation. Sadly the haze you had in Konata’s mouth wore off in her throat, so you could feel in real time as your flesh was digested. Your last thought s were wondering who Konata’s shrunken friends could be.
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