An even bigger pair of lips moved towards you. The mother coming in for a kiss! They were plump and covered in red lipstick. Her teeth were perfectly shaped and pearly white. Cool, minty breath blew in from outside. You glimpse a uvula glistening with saliva in the darkness. There was no where to run. No where to escape. You run to the edge of the six year old girl’s tongue. Maybe you could hide under it. But it’s too late. Both their lips meet, squishing against each other.
The impact knocks you down, but the suction picks you up. A loud puckering noise fills the air as their kiss tightens. The girl’s sweet, sticky saliva flows in a current, carrying you out of her mouth and into her mother’s. You’re once again deposited on the vast surface of a tongue, this time in a much larger mouth.
“Honey, were you eating candy again?” The mother’s now booming voice asks. “No...” responds the daughter meekly. The mother seems doubtful. “We’ll see about that!”
Suddenly the lips meet again, this time much more roughly. The mother’s tongue shoots inside her daughter’s mouth, licking everything and sucking in more saliva. You desperately hold on to it like it’s a bucking bronco. When would your troubles end? The mother finally pulls away with you still inside her mouth. You’re in a lake of the daughter’s own thick spit.
“Ah-ha! You did have candy! Next time share some with me sweetie.” You watch the daughter move into the distance before the massive lips seal. Knowing that you’re once again on the verge of death, you desperately try to get the mom to notice you. But you’re still stuck in the pool of the young girl’s spit. You can barely move. Suddenly the mouth starts to tilt, hot minty air blowing from the incoming throat. She must’ve really liked the taste of her daughter’s candy flavored saliva: she was about to gulp it down. You and the giant spitball slide along tongue and roll over the edge into the awaiting esophagus. A loud gulping noise confirms your biggest fear. You’ve been swallowed.
“Mmmm!” the mother’s voice shakes all around you. She’s clearly enjoying her treat. The wad of spit slowly travels deep down into her stomach, plopping down with thick drips. Her belly gurgles, almost like it’s happy as well. Your body is covered in layers of the gooey stuff. You don’t even live to see the digestion, having drowned in drool.
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