Just when you think you're about to black out, you see bright light flood into your prison and the tongue you're stuck to is released back into the fresh air. You take a few sweet gasps of air before you are thrown off the tongue and onto the waiting chubby palm below. She's spit you out of her mouth and into her hand. But why? Maybe she just couldn't taste you anymore, you thought. The evil cackle from above signifies that she's happy seeing you again. "LOOK WHO GOT JUST A LITTLE BIT SMALLER. I COULD FEEL YOU SHRINKING ON TOP OF MY TONGUE, IT WAS SO AMAZING." She licks her lips and smiles, saying "I CAN STILL KIND OF TASTE YOU, BUT I FIGURED YOU WOULDN'T BE VERY SATISFYING. BESIDES, I'D RATHER NOT LOSE YOUR LITTLE BODY JUST YET. YOU'RE GOING TO BECOME A MICROBE AFTER ALL, AND I WANT TO LOOK AT YOU SHRINK DOWN UNTIL I JUST CAN'T SEE YOU ANYMORE. You realize that you've become nothing more than entertainment for this giant, fat bitch, and you just lay down watching her features grow further and further apart with each passing second. She's obviously not thrilled and pokes you with her pudgy finger saying "WHAT'S WRONG, LITTLE BUG? I THOUGHT YOU HAD A LITTLE MORE LIFE IN YOU THAN THAT. MAYBE YOU JUST NEED SOMETHING TO DO WHILE YOU WITHER AWAY TO NOTHING..."
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