She puts you back inside
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
As you are being lowered down into your mother's mouth, you twist and swing your body in order to grab her upper lip. Your hands reach but the lips are too wet and they slip off, causing you to swing back and slap your face sideways against your mother's tongue. She continues you lower you down until your body is sliding, chest down, along the slimy pink surface. The air is humid and a rush of hot air hits you in the face. "She isn't really doing this, is she?", you think as you crane your neck to see her throat coming closer and closer.
You reach your hands out to try and find something to stop the descent, but it seems impossible. The only thing you manage to do is wrap your arms around your mother's tongue and hold on tight, but it doesn't seem to slow her fingers from pushing you in. Some of the pancake bits bump against you as move, but they offer no resistance as you move through them. She keeps pushing you until your face is staring down at the undulating chasm of her throat. The light dims out as she closes her lips. You look back to see her withdrawing her fingers from her mouth, accompanied by a loud slurp.
"Mmmm...", your mother's moan booms at you, blowing air into your face from the black pit below. First things first, you need to get away from that hole. You grip your hands on molars and slide yourself back. The teeth begin to separate, and you let go quickly. Her tongue tilts off to one side and scrapes you and the pancakes onto her back teeth. Now you know she's just playing with you, the question is how far is she willing to go with this little game? She does tend to get carried away sometimes...
The thought incites you move yourself off of her teeth in time and push yourself under her tongue. The wet muscle presses down on you as your mother chews the pancake. It lifts slightly, and you can hear and feel her send the chewed pieces down her throat. "Okay! I learned my lesson now!" You shout, you only realize after you said it that the syrup has been eroded from your face by saliva and friction. She probably didn't hear you shouting, you've found in the past that it must be awfully hard to hear someone when they are inside of your body.
Her tongue works you out from underneath it and lays you on top of it again. This time with you facing her parting front rows of teeth. Her lips open revealing bright light. You only get a second to adjust your eyes before you see another slice of pancake sliding in.
The new slice works its way into your mother's mouth as you struggle to climb on top of it. You shout again, "Okay! I learned my lesson now" The lips close again, she uses her tongue to stuff you and the pancake into her cheek as she garbles, "not yet you haven't." You are trapped between your mother's cheek and the pancakes as her teeth chew. You can't see anything but you feel her swallow another chunk of mashed pancake after about a minute. You feel yourself moving and the first thing you see are her molars as they grind down on you before you can react. "Oops," your mother chuckles as her teeth rise off of you. You push yourself off and out of the mess, back onto the tongue.
You grapple the front of the tongue and hold on as it bucks from all the chewing. She moves the pancakes toward the back of her mouth. You can't see it, but you can feel the globs of it with your feet and toes. She then pins you to her palate with her tongue, and swallows down the rest of the pancake. You sigh in relief as the tongue depresses, you're pretty sure that was the last piece. You lay there for a moment, drenched in saliva, as the tongue writhes slightly underneath you. Then her lips part. She says, "Let this be a lesson to you," and...
You reach your hands out to try and find something to stop the descent, but it seems impossible. The only thing you manage to do is wrap your arms around your mother's tongue and hold on tight, but it doesn't seem to slow her fingers from pushing you in. Some of the pancake bits bump against you as move, but they offer no resistance as you move through them. She keeps pushing you until your face is staring down at the undulating chasm of her throat. The light dims out as she closes her lips. You look back to see her withdrawing her fingers from her mouth, accompanied by a loud slurp.
"Mmmm...", your mother's moan booms at you, blowing air into your face from the black pit below. First things first, you need to get away from that hole. You grip your hands on molars and slide yourself back. The teeth begin to separate, and you let go quickly. Her tongue tilts off to one side and scrapes you and the pancakes onto her back teeth. Now you know she's just playing with you, the question is how far is she willing to go with this little game? She does tend to get carried away sometimes...
The thought incites you move yourself off of her teeth in time and push yourself under her tongue. The wet muscle presses down on you as your mother chews the pancake. It lifts slightly, and you can hear and feel her send the chewed pieces down her throat. "Okay! I learned my lesson now!" You shout, you only realize after you said it that the syrup has been eroded from your face by saliva and friction. She probably didn't hear you shouting, you've found in the past that it must be awfully hard to hear someone when they are inside of your body.
Her tongue works you out from underneath it and lays you on top of it again. This time with you facing her parting front rows of teeth. Her lips open revealing bright light. You only get a second to adjust your eyes before you see another slice of pancake sliding in.
The new slice works its way into your mother's mouth as you struggle to climb on top of it. You shout again, "Okay! I learned my lesson now" The lips close again, she uses her tongue to stuff you and the pancake into her cheek as she garbles, "not yet you haven't." You are trapped between your mother's cheek and the pancakes as her teeth chew. You can't see anything but you feel her swallow another chunk of mashed pancake after about a minute. You feel yourself moving and the first thing you see are her molars as they grind down on you before you can react. "Oops," your mother chuckles as her teeth rise off of you. You push yourself off and out of the mess, back onto the tongue.
You grapple the front of the tongue and hold on as it bucks from all the chewing. She moves the pancakes toward the back of her mouth. You can't see it, but you can feel the globs of it with your feet and toes. She then pins you to her palate with her tongue, and swallows down the rest of the pancake. You sigh in relief as the tongue depresses, you're pretty sure that was the last piece. You lay there for a moment, drenched in saliva, as the tongue writhes slightly underneath you. Then her lips part. She says, "Let this be a lesson to you," and...
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