You maintain your grip on the sharp tongue and watch as gallons of cat drool drain down Penny's throat. She will surely still feel you riding around on her tongue and you make a desperate decision to shrink yourself even smaller. Just like last time, everything around you grows until your entire body is wrapped around a single barb on Penny's tongue. Presumed to be swallowed, Penny carries on with her day completely unaware of the minuscule captive inside her maw.
You choke on the fishy stench of Penny's breath, now more potent than ever, luckily for you, she won't get fed for a while so you are safe for now. You stay clung to the tongue for almost an hour, watching the bottomless ocean of saliva below you fill and drain again and again. Eventually, Penny's jaw opens up revealing her view of the outside world, mainly Penny's own fluffy tummy. This can't be good.
You feel your cat's head jerk forward and her tongue extend out of her mouth, your brief moment of freedom is soon eclipsed by a jungle of cat hair. Hundreds of loose strands are caught by the tongue, pummeling your body as they sail down her throat. It's now or never if you want to escape this mess and so during her next lick, you let go of the tongue and tumble down into the stretch of fur. You bounce off of a couple of hairs before landing on the soft pink skin below. You can't see anything over the ceiling of hair but you can hear the sound of Penny's tongue going back for another lick. Like a monster, it pushes through thick follicles, ripping some up in the process and depositing them into the darkness above. Before long, the tip of the tongue smacks into you again but instead of sticking to it like last time, you are launched forward into the unknown.
When your eyes open, your heart drops, of all the places to end up, you were thrown onto a hair follicle directly next to Penny's continental anus. The living land mass groans and puckers, the canyon-sized wrinkles are covered in a strange shiny oil, and the occasional building-sized speckle of shit. The worst part, expectedly, was the gut-wrenching smell, like a litter box that's never been cleaned. You pray for Penny's tongue to come back and save you, but instead, the world flips over as she concludes her grooming session.
You hang on, desperate not to get any closer to the rotten terrain next to you. Watching the outside world pass by in the blink of an eye, you realize where Penny is going next. Every morning she jumps on Brooke's bed and purrs until she wakes up, maybe, just maybe you can escape after all. You feel Penny leap onto the bed and onto Brooke's stomach, you can see the outline of her impossibly large body under the blanket as Penny slowly walks over to Brooke's face. " Mmmmmmm. Morning Ms. Penny". Brooke says sleepily. The cat nuzzles her face and in a moment of incredible luck, Penny turns around showing off her butt in Brooke's face. You never knew why cats did that, but this was your chance. Brooke's eyes are looking away trying not to make eye contact with the puckering ring next to you, but maybe you can gain enough momentum to somehow get on her face?
