Sticky Situation
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
tolson1994
As you lay on the plate, recovering from your harrowing escape, Julie and Carol stared down at you, their faces frozen with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. Julie’s green eyes were wide with shock, while Carol’s dark hair framed her astonished face. The clatter of dishes and murmur of other diners filled the background, but their focus was entirely on you.
Julie leaned in closer, her breath warm and smelling faintly of mustard and sausage. "I can't believe it," she murmured. "You were telling the truth."
Carol bent down for a closer look. "Is this for real? He's so tiny."
Julie straightened up, a look of mischief crossing her face. "You know, I’ve got an idea. I’ve been struggling with this annoying postnasal drip for a while now. You’re so small... maybe you could help me with it."
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what she meant. "No, please! Anything but that!"
Julie smirked, her fingers closing around you gently but firmly. "Come on, it’s not like you have a choice. Besides, if you do a bad job, I might just swallow you again. Now, let’s get to it."
Julie lifted you back toward her mouth, the moist, humid air surrounding you once more. Her lips parted, revealing the cavernous space within. You could see the remnants of her meal stuck to her teeth and the slick, glistening surfaces of her tongue and gums. The uvula dangled above, swaying slightly with her breath.
She opened her mouth wider, and you were plunged into the darkness again. The smell of her breath was overwhelming, a mix of food, saliva, and the faint tang of postnasal drip. You clung to her uvula, your hands sinking into its spongy, wet surface. The texture was slimy and unpleasant, and you could feel it quiver with each breath she took.
"Get to work," her voice rumbled around you, echoing through the cavern of her mouth. The vibrations made the uvula tremble, nearly dislodging you.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The air was thick and warm, making it difficult to breathe. You began to climb up the uvula, your fingers slipping on the mucus-coated surface. The taste was awful, a mix of salt and bitterness that made you gag.
As you reached the back of her throat, you saw the caked mucus that she had mentioned. It was thick and sticky, clinging to the walls of her throat in slimy patches. The sight was nauseating, but you knew you had no choice.
You started to scrape at the mucus with your hands, the slimy substance sticking to your fingers and making your task even more difficult. Each movement sent ripples through her uvula, causing it to sway and shake. The smell was overpowering, a putrid mix of decay and salt.
Julie’s throat muscles contracted around you as she swallowed reflexively, making your task even harder. You clung desperately to her uvula, feeling the powerful muscles working around you. The sound of her swallowing was a deafening gulp, and you could feel the rush of air and saliva as it moved past you.
"Keep going," Julie’s voice boomed, the vibrations making you dizzy. "I can still feel some of it back there."
You doubled your efforts, scraping and pulling at the mucus. It was a seemingly endless task, each clump of mucus revealing more underneath. Your hands were coated in the slimy substance, and you could feel it soaking into your clothes.
As you worked, you could hear Julie’s breathing, each inhale a gusty rush of air that made the uvula swing and sway. Her postnasal drip continued, the occasional cold droplet hitting you and adding to your discomfort. The mixture of cold droplets and warm, thick mucus created a nauseating contrast that made you gag.
Finally, you managed to clear a significant portion of the mucus. Exhausted and covered in slime, you clung to the uvula, hoping that your efforts were enough.
Julie’s throat rumbled as she spoke again. "Not bad. But let’s see if you got it all."
Her throat muscles contracted once more as she swallowed, the powerful motion sending you tumbling. You clung to the uvula for dear life, feeling the rush of saliva and mucus move past you. The taste of bile rose in your throat, but you forced it down.
After a few moments, Julie’s throat relaxed, and she let out a satisfied sigh. "Good job. I can actually breathe a bit easier now."
Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Julie’s chest expanded as she took a deep breath, and you heard a low rumble building from deep within her. Panic surged through you as you realized what was coming.
Julie let out a massive belch, the force of it sending a powerful gust of air through her mouth. The uvula swung wildly, and you lost your grip. The sudden rush of air propelled you out of her mouth, and you tumbled through the air, disoriented and flailing.
You landed with a soft thud on a plate below, the impact knocking the wind out of you. Dazed, you looked up to see Julie’s face above you, her green eyes wide with surprise. The towering figure of Carol stood beside her, both women staring down at you in shock.
"Well, I guess you did a good enough job," Julie said, her voice echoing in your ears.
As you lay on the plate, covered in saliva and mucus, you realized that while you had survived the ordeal, your challenges were far from over.
Julie leaned in closer, her breath warm and smelling faintly of mustard and sausage. "I can't believe it," she murmured. "You were telling the truth."
Carol bent down for a closer look. "Is this for real? He's so tiny."
Julie straightened up, a look of mischief crossing her face. "You know, I’ve got an idea. I’ve been struggling with this annoying postnasal drip for a while now. You’re so small... maybe you could help me with it."
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what she meant. "No, please! Anything but that!"
Julie smirked, her fingers closing around you gently but firmly. "Come on, it’s not like you have a choice. Besides, if you do a bad job, I might just swallow you again. Now, let’s get to it."
Julie lifted you back toward her mouth, the moist, humid air surrounding you once more. Her lips parted, revealing the cavernous space within. You could see the remnants of her meal stuck to her teeth and the slick, glistening surfaces of her tongue and gums. The uvula dangled above, swaying slightly with her breath.
She opened her mouth wider, and you were plunged into the darkness again. The smell of her breath was overwhelming, a mix of food, saliva, and the faint tang of postnasal drip. You clung to her uvula, your hands sinking into its spongy, wet surface. The texture was slimy and unpleasant, and you could feel it quiver with each breath she took.
"Get to work," her voice rumbled around you, echoing through the cavern of her mouth. The vibrations made the uvula tremble, nearly dislodging you.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The air was thick and warm, making it difficult to breathe. You began to climb up the uvula, your fingers slipping on the mucus-coated surface. The taste was awful, a mix of salt and bitterness that made you gag.
As you reached the back of her throat, you saw the caked mucus that she had mentioned. It was thick and sticky, clinging to the walls of her throat in slimy patches. The sight was nauseating, but you knew you had no choice.
You started to scrape at the mucus with your hands, the slimy substance sticking to your fingers and making your task even more difficult. Each movement sent ripples through her uvula, causing it to sway and shake. The smell was overpowering, a putrid mix of decay and salt.
Julie’s throat muscles contracted around you as she swallowed reflexively, making your task even harder. You clung desperately to her uvula, feeling the powerful muscles working around you. The sound of her swallowing was a deafening gulp, and you could feel the rush of air and saliva as it moved past you.
"Keep going," Julie’s voice boomed, the vibrations making you dizzy. "I can still feel some of it back there."
You doubled your efforts, scraping and pulling at the mucus. It was a seemingly endless task, each clump of mucus revealing more underneath. Your hands were coated in the slimy substance, and you could feel it soaking into your clothes.
As you worked, you could hear Julie’s breathing, each inhale a gusty rush of air that made the uvula swing and sway. Her postnasal drip continued, the occasional cold droplet hitting you and adding to your discomfort. The mixture of cold droplets and warm, thick mucus created a nauseating contrast that made you gag.
Finally, you managed to clear a significant portion of the mucus. Exhausted and covered in slime, you clung to the uvula, hoping that your efforts were enough.
Julie’s throat rumbled as she spoke again. "Not bad. But let’s see if you got it all."
Her throat muscles contracted once more as she swallowed, the powerful motion sending you tumbling. You clung to the uvula for dear life, feeling the rush of saliva and mucus move past you. The taste of bile rose in your throat, but you forced it down.
After a few moments, Julie’s throat relaxed, and she let out a satisfied sigh. "Good job. I can actually breathe a bit easier now."
Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Julie’s chest expanded as she took a deep breath, and you heard a low rumble building from deep within her. Panic surged through you as you realized what was coming.
Julie let out a massive belch, the force of it sending a powerful gust of air through her mouth. The uvula swung wildly, and you lost your grip. The sudden rush of air propelled you out of her mouth, and you tumbled through the air, disoriented and flailing.
You landed with a soft thud on a plate below, the impact knocking the wind out of you. Dazed, you looked up to see Julie’s face above you, her green eyes wide with surprise. The towering figure of Carol stood beside her, both women staring down at you in shock.
"Well, I guess you did a good enough job," Julie said, her voice echoing in your ears.
As you lay on the plate, covered in saliva and mucus, you realized that while you had survived the ordeal, your challenges were far from over.
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