Crawl Back Up Lisas Throat
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Ken decided it was now or never. Since she was lying down, he could walk up to the puckered sphincter that dropped him in here in the first place. This was going to be the climb of his life. He wouldn’t be able to breath while in the throat, as he remembered how tight it was. He had to go fast or suffocate. He braced himself and stuck his arm deep into the sphincter, and then the other trying to force it open with what strength his arms had left. After some groaning and grunting, the sphincter opened up just enough for him to start putting his head and torso inside. He took a deep breath. Using his feet, he pushed off of what he could while pulling himself forward with his arms. He felt like once of those insane cave explorers that crawl into insanely tight spots for fun, but instead this was for survival. He was reminded of the claustrophobic embrace he experienced on his way down, but steeled himself. Slowly but surely, he made his way up, holding his breath and resisting the reflex-based swallows Lisa took. The longest he had ever held his breath was a minute and 30 seconds, which he had passed just a few seconds ago.


His lungs were beginning to burn and demand fresh oxygen. He fought the increasing urge to gasp, knowing he would just inhale saliva or mucous. He started hyperventilating with his mouth closed in some sort of automatic and desperate attempt to get air, his chest and cheeks puffing in and out sporadically. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, his arms popped out into a wider area. The air was still muggy, but much cooler than the throat and stomach. He could feel the back of Lisas tongue! He made one last push and managed to get his head through the opening. Thankfully, Lisa was sleeping with her mouth slightly open, drooling onto her pillow in a deep peaceful sleep. The exit was lit up by the full moon shining through the bedroom window. It was like he was looking at the exit from hell and entrance to heaven beyond her lip’s teeth and tongue. He eagerly pulled himself further, fighting even more reflexive swallows that drained his strength. He finally sprawled out aside the tongue, laying against the teeth, as Lisa’s mouth was turned sideways from lying down. Her calm breath brushing over his soaked slimy body was an odd, yet cooling sensation. After catching his breath, appreciating the relatively fresh air, he moved forward carefully, afraid of triggering another swallow. If he was eaten again, he would never have enough strength to make it back. This was his last chance. As Ken inched forward carefully towards the narrow exit…
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June 3, 2023
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