Yogurt and Cheerios
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
Heather returned carrying a tray for breakfast. She sat right next to Phil, causing him to fall towards her legs, and she placed the tray right where Phil had just been. Thus, he couldn’t go anywhere. She grabbed him and dropped him into a bowl. He landed in a white gooey substance, which he quickly realized was yogurt.
“Here I grabbed us some breakfast,” she explained. “Have some.”
Knowing he didn’t really have much of an option and how hungry he was, he began slurping handfuls of yogurt. The yogurt was sour –Heather must buy unsweetened yogurt – but Phil didn’t care. A sappy yellow-orange liquid fell on top of him, and he looked up to realize that she was pouring honey on the yogurt and him.
“Well, I’m still adding stuff, but continue to enjoy,” she retorted feigning sheepishness.
Phil resumed eating until he noticed life-preserver-sized cheerios falling next. He tried to look up at Heather to ask for relieve, but he quickly became engulfed by more cheeriios. He tried to unbury himself, as she topped it off with a few pieces of strawberries.
“I hope you’ve had enough, little guy,” she declared. “Because I’m hungry, and I’m digging in.”
Phil tried even harder to dig himself out before it was too late. However, within a few seconds, her spoon dipped into the bowl, mixing all the pieces together and burying Phil even deeper into the concoction. He held his breath trying to unbury himself, but each bite re-shifted everything back all over again. Eventually he couldn’t even tell which way was up and just gave up.
Soon he felt the spoon clank against the side of his face, which sprung him into action. He had narrowly avoided being taken with it, but at least knew where the top was. The spoon left a crater for him to make his to the surface even though it was filling with yogurt. Heather, however, instinctively chose the same spot for her next spoonful and picked Phil right up.
He screamed to get her attention as she brought him straight into her mouth, but she either did not hear or ignored him. She slushed him and the rest of the contents around in her mouth, chewing pieces of cheerios and fruit along the way. Each time she took a bite, he tried to slide into the back of her mouth away from her teeth, only to have her tongue push him and the contents around him right back onto her dentures. Once they were chopped small enough, she started swallowing bits between bites, which caused him to avoid the back her mouth. If he stayed up front, he would be chumped, and if he stayed in the back, swallowed, so he was stuck in an endless back and forth.
When that food disappeared, to his horror, she simply took another bite and repeated the whole process. She did this several times, until Phil exhausted was the only thing left in her mouth.
That’s when her tongue went straight to action, pushing against the roof of her mouth and sucking. She suctioned down all the gunk. Then, she cupped her tongue, causing Phil to fall into the back of her tongue. She curved her tongue around him and continued to suck him, periodically accidently slamming his face against the roof of her mouth and her teeth. She then inched him into the back of her mouth near her throat. Phil glanced down at the black pit behind him.
“Here I grabbed us some breakfast,” she explained. “Have some.”
Knowing he didn’t really have much of an option and how hungry he was, he began slurping handfuls of yogurt. The yogurt was sour –Heather must buy unsweetened yogurt – but Phil didn’t care. A sappy yellow-orange liquid fell on top of him, and he looked up to realize that she was pouring honey on the yogurt and him.
“Well, I’m still adding stuff, but continue to enjoy,” she retorted feigning sheepishness.
Phil resumed eating until he noticed life-preserver-sized cheerios falling next. He tried to look up at Heather to ask for relieve, but he quickly became engulfed by more cheeriios. He tried to unbury himself, as she topped it off with a few pieces of strawberries.
“I hope you’ve had enough, little guy,” she declared. “Because I’m hungry, and I’m digging in.”
Phil tried even harder to dig himself out before it was too late. However, within a few seconds, her spoon dipped into the bowl, mixing all the pieces together and burying Phil even deeper into the concoction. He held his breath trying to unbury himself, but each bite re-shifted everything back all over again. Eventually he couldn’t even tell which way was up and just gave up.
Soon he felt the spoon clank against the side of his face, which sprung him into action. He had narrowly avoided being taken with it, but at least knew where the top was. The spoon left a crater for him to make his to the surface even though it was filling with yogurt. Heather, however, instinctively chose the same spot for her next spoonful and picked Phil right up.
He screamed to get her attention as she brought him straight into her mouth, but she either did not hear or ignored him. She slushed him and the rest of the contents around in her mouth, chewing pieces of cheerios and fruit along the way. Each time she took a bite, he tried to slide into the back of her mouth away from her teeth, only to have her tongue push him and the contents around him right back onto her dentures. Once they were chopped small enough, she started swallowing bits between bites, which caused him to avoid the back her mouth. If he stayed up front, he would be chumped, and if he stayed in the back, swallowed, so he was stuck in an endless back and forth.
When that food disappeared, to his horror, she simply took another bite and repeated the whole process. She did this several times, until Phil exhausted was the only thing left in her mouth.
That’s when her tongue went straight to action, pushing against the roof of her mouth and sucking. She suctioned down all the gunk. Then, she cupped her tongue, causing Phil to fall into the back of her tongue. She curved her tongue around him and continued to suck him, periodically accidently slamming his face against the roof of her mouth and her teeth. She then inched him into the back of her mouth near her throat. Phil glanced down at the black pit behind him.
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March 24, 2025
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