As Neekolul settles into her chair, the vibrant hum of her stream fills the room. She greets her audience with infectious enthusiasm, her voice echoing through the wires of her braces, creating a cacophony that reverberates painfully around you.
"Hey everyone! Welcome back to the stream," she chirps, her breath warm and slightly sweet, a remnant of the candy bar she had just consumed. Each word she speaks is a rumble, amplified by the metal braces you are attached to, making your tiny body tremble with every syllable.
Neekolul leans back, reaching for a snack on her desk. Your heart races as you realize what's coming next. The rustling of a chip bag is deafening, the sound like a landslide in the confined space of her mouth. She casually tosses a chip into her mouth, the crunch of it shattering through the braces, sending shockwaves of vibrations through your tiny form.
As she chews, the rhythmic motion of her jaw sends you swaying back and forth. The pieces of the chip crumble and grind together, the sound amplified by the metal wires, each crunch a jolt of fear and discomfort. The fragments of the chip move around you, some getting stuck in the braces, others sliding dangerously close.
Neekolul continues her stream, chatting animatedly with her viewers. Her words are a thunderous din, each laugh a burst of noise that reverberates around you. "Let's get into some Valorant!" she exclaims, her excitement palpable. Her tongue moves deftly, adjusting the position of the chip fragments, inadvertently nudging you as she speaks.
The heat inside her mouth is stifling, the humidity clinging to your tiny body. Every breath she takes is a gust of warm, slightly sweet air, filling the confined space with the scent of her previous snack. The constant motion of her tongue, the shifts and adjustments, make you feel like you're in a turbulent storm, each movement unpredictable and jarring.
As the game intensifies, so does Neekolul's focus. She munches on another chip, the crunching sound like an avalanche, her teeth coming dangerously close to your tiny form. The pieces of the chip tumble and shift, some getting stuck in the braces, others sliding dangerously near you, the jagged edges a constant threat.
"Nice shot!" she exclaims, her excitement causing her to momentarily forget about the snack in her mouth. Her jaw moves rapidly as she speaks, the chip pieces crunching between her teeth, the sound amplified by the metal wires. You cling desperately to the braces, each movement a new challenge to your already precarious position.
Neekolul grabs a can of soda, the hiss of carbonation loud and startling. She takes a swig, the liquid rushing past you like a torrential flood, the bubbles fizzing and popping, creating a new layer of noise and chaos. You feel the coolness of the soda as it washes over you, a brief respite from the heat, but it quickly becomes another overwhelming sensation in the cacophony of her mouth.
As the stream progresses, Neekolul continues to snack intermittently, each new bite a fresh wave of chaos. A cookie, its crumbs scattering and crunching around you, the sweetness filling the air. A gummy candy, its sticky texture adding a new challenge as it clings to the braces, its sugary residue coating everything.
Through it all, Neekolul remains oblivious to your plight, her focus solely on the game and her audience. Her movements are natural, unthinking, each one a reminder of her immense power and your utter helplessness.
Finally, she leans back, taking a deep breath and stretching. "Whew, what a game!" she exclaims, her voice booming around you. The stream winds down, her voice softening as she chats with her audience, thanking them for their support and promising more streams to come.
As she prepares to sign off, Neekolul grabs one last snack—a piece of chocolate. She pops it into her mouth, the rich, sweet flavor filling the confined space. The chocolate melts slowly, coating everything in a sticky, sweet residue. You are overwhelmed by the sensation, the heat, the sweetness, the constant movement.
"Thanks for hanging out, everyone! See you next time!" she says, her voice a final, thunderous roar. She ends the stream, her mouth still working on the last remnants of the chocolate. For a moment, there is a lull, a brief respite from the chaos.
But as she moves about, preparing for bed, her mouth continues its unconscious motions, each one a reminder of your tiny, fragile existence. You can only cling to the braces, hoping for a moment of peace in the relentless storm that is Neekolul's mouth.
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