The oral cavern of your own sister has you in its tight, uncomfortably warm hold. Up and down, the nauseating jaw flexes have you stuck in their looping pattern of chewing. Every time one strand of your gummy body breaks free, another sharp edge of the enamel surfaces latch onto you, and bodyslam you into a pool of rancid spittle and hot breath.

What used to be your arms, your legs... Each of them is strung out impossible distances from your body's core, to the point where it feels like they'll rip clean off. You weren't sure if the app could reattach pieces that were missing - and didn't intend to find out.

Yet, despite the jagged texture of her canines, Charlotte's molars are blunt weapons - a practically crushing ceiling and wall. One strong CHOMP, and you find yourself flattened between the wetness-coated surface. Though you try to fight, bite squeezes more energy out - and, judging by the voice behind you, more of your flavor.

"Mmmmhh..." Charlotte's pleased hums, in the middle of her chewing, make your body vibrate - it's like her entire mouth is experiencing volcanic tremors, when combined with the gurgling noises of her breath and stomach.

And to your horror, those breaths get closer. More powerful, like a tornado blustering over you - the drool over your body only intensifying the sensation. It's warm, with the flavor of eggs... Urgh - with no more nose, your whole spearmint body can practically smell and taste everything touching it.

Charlotte's forceful tongue flicks you with the ease of a sumo wrestler pinning down an ant into a humid, juicy mat. She sends your balled-up bod towards the front of her mouth. It's almost refreshing to have a breath of air from your room - except that the hot winds behind continue to blow.

And blow.

And bloooooooowww...

You're now begging her to stop - every sugary molecule begs in pain, as it stretches outwards, filling with the putrid puffs of air. The "outside world" looks closer, and closer - until you feel as if you're barely balanced above the sheer drop towards the floor, out of her pink, pursed lips. Looking around, you can see her frills, the underside of her nose...

She's blowing you into a bubble! You feel at once bloated, and stretched thin.

"Haaaaahhh-"

Another steamy breath comes your way. Now, the air pocket within you gets bigger and bigger, refusing to relent. You can't take it anymore - you can feel microscopic crackles forming across your sides, before one of them opens, and...

POP!!!

Your body bursts. The initial sensation is searing, otherworldly pain, as everything making up your body explodes outwards. But within a second of enduring, relief comes over you; a kind of buzzed calm, as if tension had been expelled from your gummy form. You settle to your new shape, adorning your sister's lip folds - stuck to them until her tongue, once more, pulls you in.

"Tastes weird..." Charlotte mumbles. You wonder why she's talking to herself - especially since it's making you shake and quiver with every word, feeling that omnipresent breath wash over you...

That felt like an eternity of torture, mixed with an inside-out massage session. You lost track of time somewhere along the way there. Weren't you supposed to be back to normal by now?