Thar she blows
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
gamefreak
Clambering to the top of Kirstin's chin, you scoot around until you can see how Laura is doing. She is just finishing with the compressions and reaching up towards her unconscious friend's face as you settle into place. "Alright, Laura, now you're going to want to tilt her chin ba-" You suddenly and forcefully tip backwards onto Kirstin's partially-open lips as Laura's hand hastily jostles her friend's chin. Trying to regain you balance, you use a hand for support on Kirstin's soft lips. The hand slips forward and your body pitches to the side, falling flat against her lips with your arm and shoulder now dangling in her mouth. With your head right over her mouth, you smell a faint hint of mint hanging still in the air. You try to steady yourself more slowly this time, intent on not falling into a mouth on your first day, and gently turn yourself back over facing upwards on Kirstin's lips with your backside sinking slightly into her mouth, like a living La-Z-Boy. Squinting into the sunlight, you start to reproach Laura. "Now Laura, what was that? You've got to be more careful. Now hold on, let me..." Your words cut short as Laura's head appeared above you, blocking out the blinding morning sun. Laura's eyes were closed and her mouth was puckered open, the glistening pink cavern looming ever closer as her big lips came down towards you.
Uh-oh.
'Now place your palm flat just below me, below the sternum, and press down hard. Do that fifteen times, okay?' Laura nodded nervously at what the lifeguard was saying, her panic once again beginning to drown out everything else. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh God, please let her live. Five. I don't think I can do this. Six. Seven. Eight. Oh, come on! Please please please live, Kirstin! Nine. Please! Laura was in a panicked stupor by the time she counted fifteen, barely able to hear the little lifeguard anymore. What now? What now?! 'Alright, Laura, now you're going to want to tilt her chin...' Of course! The breathing! Laura quickly reached up and grabbed Kirstin's chin, pulling down slightly as she grasped the unconscious girl’s forehead with her other hand. Taking a deep breath, she quickly lowered her mouth, pressing her lips hard against her friend’s and blew as hard as she could. Once. Twice. Three times… nothing. It wasn’t working! “Oh, come on, Kirstin! Why isn’t it working?” Laura cried as she tried to give compressions again.
No time to react, Laura’s lips hit you like a truck. The impact knocked you almost entirely into Kirstin’s mouth, now only hanging outside by your hands and feet. You were nearly blind between their mouths, only the faintest red tint visible. A crack of light suddenly formed all around you as Laura’s lips parted from of you. She quickly sucked in air, the suction lifting you up slightly and pitching one of your feet past Kirstin’s gleaming teeth. You teetered dangerously over her throat and leaned to the side, desperately reaching for the side of her mouth to pull yourself to safety. Wiggling your fingers, you just about reach the edge of her mouth. Laura’s lips then come slamming back down above you, pinning your outstretched arm between the two gargantuan wet mouths and pulling the rest of you forwards off Kirstin’s lips and into her mouth. You are now dangling by one pinned arm over Kirstin’s deadly throat, entirely inside of the mouth of this gorgeous, unconscious woman. Laura’s strong breathing whipped you around like a rag doll, careening off of teeth and tongue alike. It was while reaching up with your other arm that Laura’s lips moved away again, freeing you. Your life flashed before your eyes as you pitched backwards towards the back of her throat, tumbling uncontrollably along her hot, wet tongue.
You were now more terrified than Laura ever was as you sought anything to catch your fall and help you reorient yourself before you became more acquainted with Kirstin’s insides. Luckily, you were able to prop yourself backwards in the back of her mouth, a hand and a foot braced on molars and another hand pressing against the back wall of her throat. You were still sliding slightly and your arm was dangerously close to the girl’s uvula. Looking up at the small pocket of light, you started to shout out to Laura as her lips came down one more time.
The wind was unimaginable. You tried your hardest to hold on, but your small body was no match for the lungpower of a terrified woman trying to save her friend’s life. Your ears popped and your body shot backwards as your hands flew out from under you. Your backside wedged into the crook between Kirstin’s throat and tongue. The air Laura was pumping into her friend had to go somewhere, and so you were pushed kicking and squirming down Kirstin’s throat, bent half-wise over yourself. Laura was too preoccupied to notice as a small lumped wriggled its way down the length of Kirstin’s neck, disappearing behind her collarbone. The pressure of the muscled tube is surprising; despite your best efforts, you can’t budge an inch back the other way as you are pulled further and further into Kirstin’s hot, waiting body. The sound of her quickly-fading heartbeat thrummed all around you. Oh God! This isn't good. I don't want to be lodged in some chick's lungs! "Help m-" Bad idea. The fleshy tube squeezed the air out of you as you opened your mouth. Your struggles were useless as you continued down further and further.
The pressure abated as the tube opened up with a muscled ring, dropping you down an incline into a hot, humid cavern. As you rolled to a stop in the bottom, you fell into a shallow pool of hot, stinging liquid. What the? What's going on? Where am I? Why is there acid in her lungs? Realization flooded him following the last thought. Oh no. Laura must not have lifted Kirstin's chin; the airways must not have opened. I'm not in her lungs; I'm in her stomach! You pick yourself up from the burning pool, running to the side of the stomach and banging frantically in desperation and terror. "Laura! Help! I don't want to die like this! You've got to hear me!"
...Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen! Laura counted in her head as she finished the second set of compressions. Still nothing. She placed her hands on her friend's face again as she prepared to blow in again, unaware of the little lifeguard's fate.
Uh-oh.
'Now place your palm flat just below me, below the sternum, and press down hard. Do that fifteen times, okay?' Laura nodded nervously at what the lifeguard was saying, her panic once again beginning to drown out everything else. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh God, please let her live. Five. I don't think I can do this. Six. Seven. Eight. Oh, come on! Please please please live, Kirstin! Nine. Please! Laura was in a panicked stupor by the time she counted fifteen, barely able to hear the little lifeguard anymore. What now? What now?! 'Alright, Laura, now you're going to want to tilt her chin...' Of course! The breathing! Laura quickly reached up and grabbed Kirstin's chin, pulling down slightly as she grasped the unconscious girl’s forehead with her other hand. Taking a deep breath, she quickly lowered her mouth, pressing her lips hard against her friend’s and blew as hard as she could. Once. Twice. Three times… nothing. It wasn’t working! “Oh, come on, Kirstin! Why isn’t it working?” Laura cried as she tried to give compressions again.
No time to react, Laura’s lips hit you like a truck. The impact knocked you almost entirely into Kirstin’s mouth, now only hanging outside by your hands and feet. You were nearly blind between their mouths, only the faintest red tint visible. A crack of light suddenly formed all around you as Laura’s lips parted from of you. She quickly sucked in air, the suction lifting you up slightly and pitching one of your feet past Kirstin’s gleaming teeth. You teetered dangerously over her throat and leaned to the side, desperately reaching for the side of her mouth to pull yourself to safety. Wiggling your fingers, you just about reach the edge of her mouth. Laura’s lips then come slamming back down above you, pinning your outstretched arm between the two gargantuan wet mouths and pulling the rest of you forwards off Kirstin’s lips and into her mouth. You are now dangling by one pinned arm over Kirstin’s deadly throat, entirely inside of the mouth of this gorgeous, unconscious woman. Laura’s strong breathing whipped you around like a rag doll, careening off of teeth and tongue alike. It was while reaching up with your other arm that Laura’s lips moved away again, freeing you. Your life flashed before your eyes as you pitched backwards towards the back of her throat, tumbling uncontrollably along her hot, wet tongue.
You were now more terrified than Laura ever was as you sought anything to catch your fall and help you reorient yourself before you became more acquainted with Kirstin’s insides. Luckily, you were able to prop yourself backwards in the back of her mouth, a hand and a foot braced on molars and another hand pressing against the back wall of her throat. You were still sliding slightly and your arm was dangerously close to the girl’s uvula. Looking up at the small pocket of light, you started to shout out to Laura as her lips came down one more time.
The wind was unimaginable. You tried your hardest to hold on, but your small body was no match for the lungpower of a terrified woman trying to save her friend’s life. Your ears popped and your body shot backwards as your hands flew out from under you. Your backside wedged into the crook between Kirstin’s throat and tongue. The air Laura was pumping into her friend had to go somewhere, and so you were pushed kicking and squirming down Kirstin’s throat, bent half-wise over yourself. Laura was too preoccupied to notice as a small lumped wriggled its way down the length of Kirstin’s neck, disappearing behind her collarbone. The pressure of the muscled tube is surprising; despite your best efforts, you can’t budge an inch back the other way as you are pulled further and further into Kirstin’s hot, waiting body. The sound of her quickly-fading heartbeat thrummed all around you. Oh God! This isn't good. I don't want to be lodged in some chick's lungs! "Help m-" Bad idea. The fleshy tube squeezed the air out of you as you opened your mouth. Your struggles were useless as you continued down further and further.
The pressure abated as the tube opened up with a muscled ring, dropping you down an incline into a hot, humid cavern. As you rolled to a stop in the bottom, you fell into a shallow pool of hot, stinging liquid. What the? What's going on? Where am I? Why is there acid in her lungs? Realization flooded him following the last thought. Oh no. Laura must not have lifted Kirstin's chin; the airways must not have opened. I'm not in her lungs; I'm in her stomach! You pick yourself up from the burning pool, running to the side of the stomach and banging frantically in desperation and terror. "Laura! Help! I don't want to die like this! You've got to hear me!"
...Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen! Laura counted in her head as she finished the second set of compressions. Still nothing. She placed her hands on her friend's face again as she prepared to blow in again, unaware of the little lifeguard's fate.
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