An Unexpected Snack
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
gamefreak
Her fingers crash into her lips again and again, and you are jostled about viciously, using every ounce of strength just to hold onto her finger. You shake back and forth, up and down, dangling precariously mere inches above her now-opening throat. Cool air began to stream past you to replace the hot, damp air in her mouth, and the gentle breeze quickly grew to a hurricane of air being sucked into her mouth and down her windpipe. Getting louder and louder, the rush of air filled your ears with the roar of her jet-engine lungs. The torrent buffeted you and pulled on your body, angling you over her tongue and urging you to submit; to release your hold, succumb to the will of her body, and fall down and into her slick, gaping throat. You continue to fight valiantly, but the pool water coating you and her finger did nothing to help your case. The pull of her body was inexorable, the strength of her yawn unbelievable, and so your grip began to fail. Your heart stopped as your fingers finally slid away from hers. Your arms swung together, grasping nothing but air as you began to fall into her mouth, the force of her windpipes angling your descent and guiding you deeper.
You turned your eyes away from the back of her tongue and her wriggling uvula, looking up instead to ignore the horror of her throat, and you were treated to an incredibly surreal view. Still in midair, you could see the yawning frame of the beautiful girl's mouth: as her hand tapped against her lips, the light entering was cut and muted with a deep reddish tint, to quickly be replaced by light shining in around her fingers; her large, white teeth glistened brightly above you in this strobing light, which seemed to create a sort of stop-motion effect as you fell. All too soon, though, you landed with a heavy squelch on the slimy, thrashing mass of her tongue. You noticed its rough and bumpy texture, and tried to grab onto her taste buds, each one as big as your thumb. Gravity was not done with you yet, though, and now momentum had a say in the argument as well, and you continued to move quickly deeper, your hands slipping over her tongue's ridges as you slid further and further into mouth, picking up speed as her tongue angled downwards toward her throat. You might have had a chance to grab onto her tongue, but the pink muscle under you was so strong that even the slightest wriggle sent you bouncing up and down.
This bouncing sent you into a tumble as you careened down her tongue, and it was increasingly difficult to maintain your bearings as her teeth, throat, and lips spun around you. Even dizzy, you knew that for all your bouncing, you were still headed in one direction in particular, and so you tried to brace for it. You went limp, and the next time you hit her tongue you were not immediately bounced back up. You were still spinning, but you were able to tell that you were only seconds away from her throat before her tongue quivered again at the small tickle in the back of her mouth. The undulation launched you up and over her esophagus, causing you to strike her uvula and slamming you face-first into the back wall of her throat. The saliva there held you in place for the briefest of moments before you slid down into the still-yawning entrance to her throat. As it was, the girl's throat was wide enough you almost could have walked straight down her throat without crouching, but you were still just sliding down, stuck to the back side of it. As you drew even with her tongue again, the texture of her throat changed, becoming softer and more delicate. It was when you began to touch this part of her throat that things got a lot worse. The wall you were stuck to started spasming quickly, and all the air flow from the yawn abruptly cut off. A deep rumble began to grow in your ears, and you could hear her gargantuan tongue sliding back to meet you in her throat. With a shiver you realized she must be swallowing you now, and in a last-ditch effort you pushed off from her throat with your hands. Your upper body pitched back into her throat, but your feet stayed fairly firm. Your hands brushed up against the opposing side of her throat and you pushed, extending your limbs with all your might. You now had your elbows and knees locked, with your whole body straddling the entrance to her waiting gullet.
Her tongue collided with her palate and pressed down upon you, and though the rings of muscle in her throat shook and pulsed violently in an effort to make a snack of you, you held your ground. The muscles around you contracted and went rigid, crushing in on you and threatening to break your grip. A further ripple came up through the muscled rings, rattling your teeth as a loud gagging sound echoed up from her throat. The muscle of her throat slackened as it opened impossibly wide. Your hands and feet were merely brushing the sides of her throat, and without any pressure to keep you in place, your torso sank down as you bent over half-wise and slid further into her throat. As quickly as it had expanded, her throat wrapped in tight around you again, now pressing your legs towards your chest. Her throat was winning; you were about to be her food if you didn't do something quick. You were so far beyond tired at this point, but every time you could muster the strength, you pressed out against her throat with all of your might. At first, you used all of your limbs in unison, but you lost your nerve and reasoning when she had swallowed you deep enough that the upper rings of her esophagus sealed you off from her mouth and left you in total darkness. Her heat, wetness, and heartbeat were the only things in your world now, and as the terror of realizing that you were about to be digested set in - and that the girl currently swallowing you whole didn't even <i>know it</i> - your concerted efforts devolved into all-out thrashing inside her throat. Sometimes it worked, and your descent halted for a second; sometimes it didn't. You kicked and squirmed again as a tremendous force from outside her throat pushed in on you and pressed down on your head. You hadn't been making any backwards progress before, but as this weight pressed in on you, all the thrashing in the world did you no good as her throat muscles redoubled their effort and you began to slide quickly down her throat. You continued to struggle violently the whole way. "Please, save me!" you screamed, your voice cracking as you struggled to breathe past the constriction of her throat, "Please, you're swallowing me! Oh, God, you have to hear me; I don't want to be digested! I'm a person, not food! Get me out of your throat! No no no no no... help!" And so you went, kicking and screaming as you were dragged unwillingly into the hungry, waiting belly of this beautiful, bikini-clad coed girl who had no idea that you even existed.
As she yawned and slowly tamped her mouth, the young woman felt something falling down her tongue. She had barely even tasted it before it rolled off the back of her tongue and hit the back of her throat, where she swallowed it down reflexively. It remained stuck in the entrance to her esophagus for a long moment, causing her to gag, and it was a real struggle to get it to go all the way down. She rubbed the small lump it formed in her throat and swallowed hard several more times, and finally it began to work its way down her throat again. It wriggled slightly the entire way, and she traced the lump's path down the length of her supple throat with a dainty finger, until it finally descended past her collarbone and disappeared behind her ample bosom to travel deep within her body, at which point she was finally able to breathe again. Gasping slightly, she coughed a couple of times while rubbing her sore throat, trying to get rid of the lingering tickling sensation.
You turned your eyes away from the back of her tongue and her wriggling uvula, looking up instead to ignore the horror of her throat, and you were treated to an incredibly surreal view. Still in midair, you could see the yawning frame of the beautiful girl's mouth: as her hand tapped against her lips, the light entering was cut and muted with a deep reddish tint, to quickly be replaced by light shining in around her fingers; her large, white teeth glistened brightly above you in this strobing light, which seemed to create a sort of stop-motion effect as you fell. All too soon, though, you landed with a heavy squelch on the slimy, thrashing mass of her tongue. You noticed its rough and bumpy texture, and tried to grab onto her taste buds, each one as big as your thumb. Gravity was not done with you yet, though, and now momentum had a say in the argument as well, and you continued to move quickly deeper, your hands slipping over her tongue's ridges as you slid further and further into mouth, picking up speed as her tongue angled downwards toward her throat. You might have had a chance to grab onto her tongue, but the pink muscle under you was so strong that even the slightest wriggle sent you bouncing up and down.
This bouncing sent you into a tumble as you careened down her tongue, and it was increasingly difficult to maintain your bearings as her teeth, throat, and lips spun around you. Even dizzy, you knew that for all your bouncing, you were still headed in one direction in particular, and so you tried to brace for it. You went limp, and the next time you hit her tongue you were not immediately bounced back up. You were still spinning, but you were able to tell that you were only seconds away from her throat before her tongue quivered again at the small tickle in the back of her mouth. The undulation launched you up and over her esophagus, causing you to strike her uvula and slamming you face-first into the back wall of her throat. The saliva there held you in place for the briefest of moments before you slid down into the still-yawning entrance to her throat. As it was, the girl's throat was wide enough you almost could have walked straight down her throat without crouching, but you were still just sliding down, stuck to the back side of it. As you drew even with her tongue again, the texture of her throat changed, becoming softer and more delicate. It was when you began to touch this part of her throat that things got a lot worse. The wall you were stuck to started spasming quickly, and all the air flow from the yawn abruptly cut off. A deep rumble began to grow in your ears, and you could hear her gargantuan tongue sliding back to meet you in her throat. With a shiver you realized she must be swallowing you now, and in a last-ditch effort you pushed off from her throat with your hands. Your upper body pitched back into her throat, but your feet stayed fairly firm. Your hands brushed up against the opposing side of her throat and you pushed, extending your limbs with all your might. You now had your elbows and knees locked, with your whole body straddling the entrance to her waiting gullet.
Her tongue collided with her palate and pressed down upon you, and though the rings of muscle in her throat shook and pulsed violently in an effort to make a snack of you, you held your ground. The muscles around you contracted and went rigid, crushing in on you and threatening to break your grip. A further ripple came up through the muscled rings, rattling your teeth as a loud gagging sound echoed up from her throat. The muscle of her throat slackened as it opened impossibly wide. Your hands and feet were merely brushing the sides of her throat, and without any pressure to keep you in place, your torso sank down as you bent over half-wise and slid further into her throat. As quickly as it had expanded, her throat wrapped in tight around you again, now pressing your legs towards your chest. Her throat was winning; you were about to be her food if you didn't do something quick. You were so far beyond tired at this point, but every time you could muster the strength, you pressed out against her throat with all of your might. At first, you used all of your limbs in unison, but you lost your nerve and reasoning when she had swallowed you deep enough that the upper rings of her esophagus sealed you off from her mouth and left you in total darkness. Her heat, wetness, and heartbeat were the only things in your world now, and as the terror of realizing that you were about to be digested set in - and that the girl currently swallowing you whole didn't even <i>know it</i> - your concerted efforts devolved into all-out thrashing inside her throat. Sometimes it worked, and your descent halted for a second; sometimes it didn't. You kicked and squirmed again as a tremendous force from outside her throat pushed in on you and pressed down on your head. You hadn't been making any backwards progress before, but as this weight pressed in on you, all the thrashing in the world did you no good as her throat muscles redoubled their effort and you began to slide quickly down her throat. You continued to struggle violently the whole way. "Please, save me!" you screamed, your voice cracking as you struggled to breathe past the constriction of her throat, "Please, you're swallowing me! Oh, God, you have to hear me; I don't want to be digested! I'm a person, not food! Get me out of your throat! No no no no no... help!" And so you went, kicking and screaming as you were dragged unwillingly into the hungry, waiting belly of this beautiful, bikini-clad coed girl who had no idea that you even existed.
As she yawned and slowly tamped her mouth, the young woman felt something falling down her tongue. She had barely even tasted it before it rolled off the back of her tongue and hit the back of her throat, where she swallowed it down reflexively. It remained stuck in the entrance to her esophagus for a long moment, causing her to gag, and it was a real struggle to get it to go all the way down. She rubbed the small lump it formed in her throat and swallowed hard several more times, and finally it began to work its way down her throat again. It wriggled slightly the entire way, and she traced the lump's path down the length of her supple throat with a dainty finger, until it finally descended past her collarbone and disappeared behind her ample bosom to travel deep within her body, at which point she was finally able to breathe again. Gasping slightly, she coughed a couple of times while rubbing her sore throat, trying to get rid of the lingering tickling sensation.
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