The spoon loomed ever closer, the rim of Vanilla’s lips just inches away. You clung to the piece of strawberry like it was a life raft, the mixture around you sticking to your skin and making every movement difficult. You screamed out again, desperation filling your voice as you tried to get Vanilla’s attention one last time. “Vanilla! Please, I’m here! Don’t—!”
But your cries were drowned out by the sounds of the kitchen, and Vanilla’s enormous eyes remained focused elsewhere. Her mouth opened wide, the spoon slipping past her lips and into the warm, humid cavern beyond. The air around you became hotter, and the mixture of vanilla and fruit filled your senses.
The world seemed to tilt as the spoon slid further in, the wooden surface beneath you slick with the creamy batter. You tried to brace yourself, but with a sudden jolt, you were launched off the spoon and into the darkness of her mouth. The mix enveloped you as you tumbled down, hitting the warm, slick surface of her tongue.
The spoon pulled back, scraping the last remnants of the mixture from her tongue as she withdrew it from her mouth. You could hear the faint sucking sound as the wooden spoon emerged clean, leaving nothing behind. You were alone, entirely surrounded by Vanilla’s enormous mouth.
Panic surged through you as you pushed against the thick mixture around you, but it was no use. The batter was sticky and slippery, and every time you tried to climb, you’d slip back down into the gooey depths. You could feel the movement of Vanilla’s tongue beneath you, the powerful muscle shifting to push the mixture around. Her saliva mixed with the batter, creating a warm, sticky paste that pulled at you, making it impossible to move.
“Vanilla!” you screamed, your voice echoing in the confined space. “I’m in here! Please, stop!”
Her tongue shifted again, pushing you and the batter to the roof of her mouth. The pressure forced the air from your lungs, and for a moment, everything felt hot and heavy. You struggled against the paste, but it was like quicksand—no matter how much you thrashed, the mixture only seemed to pull you in tighter. Her saliva mixed with the batter, forming thick, sticky strands that clung to your arms and legs.
The warmth of her breath surrounded you, and you could hear the distant, muffled sound of her humming softly to herself. It was a calm, casual sound that contrasted sharply with the chaos inside her mouth. The vibrations from her voice sent ripples through the mixture, and you fought to keep your head above the sticky paste. You coughed and sputtered, saliva and batter filling your mouth as you struggled to stay afloat.
“Vanilla!” you yelled again, but your voice felt small and insignificant within her enormous mouth. “Please, I’m here!”
As you fought to free yourself, Vanilla’s tongue continued to move, pushing the mixture around her mouth. The thick, sticky concoction formed a wave that swept over you, pulling you deeper into its depths. You tried to find something solid to cling to, but everything was slippery, coated in a mix of batter and her saliva.
Vanilla’s voice rumbled, a soft, soothing sound that felt like it came from all around you. “I think they’ll really like this once I find them,” she muttered, almost to herself. Her words sent a shiver down your spine—she had no idea you were right there, caught in the very treat she was making for you.
The realization was terrifying. You struggled harder, pushing against the heavy batter as it clung to your body, each movement met with resistance. Her tongue pressed against you again, smearing the mix along her teeth as it moved. The force of her tongue’s push was overwhelming, and you were pinned against the soft, slick surface. Her saliva formed sticky pools around you, and it was getting harder to breathe.
With each movement of her tongue, the mixture was spread across the inside of her mouth, and you were carried along with it. You could feel the shift in pressure as she moved the batter from one side of her mouth to the other, mixing it thoroughly. The heat was intense, the humidity making it feel like a sauna. You were drenched, not just in the batter, but in Vanilla’s warm saliva, which seemed to cover every inch of your body.
You tried to scream again, but the mixture filled your mouth, cutting off your cries. You spat it out, coughing as you gasped for breath. The air was thick and heavy, and every time you managed to push your head above the mix, Vanilla’s tongue would shift, sending you tumbling back into the sticky depths.
In the darkness, you saw a brief glimpse of light as her mouth opened slightly, and you called out, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Vanilla… please…”
But the light quickly faded as her lips sealed shut once more, and the pressure increased. You felt her tongue rise, lifting you and the mixture back up. It was as if her tongue was a massive, undulating wave, moving the batter and you wherever she pleased. You were powerless against it, unable to do anything but endure the ride.
As you clung to a chunk of fruit, you tried to catch your breath, your body exhausted from struggling. Her tongue moved beneath you, forming a slight dip where the batter pooled. For a moment, you felt a glimmer of hope as the movement slowed, and you managed to pull yourself to the surface again.
You found yourself resting against her tongue, your tiny body embedded in a blob of batter and saliva. The surface of her tongue felt soft, almost velvety beneath the sticky mix. You could hear the distant sound of her humming again, and her voice rumbled through her mouth like thunder.
Then, everything went still.
You had a moment to breathe, your chest heaving as you struggled to keep your head above the mix. The taste of vanilla and fruit was overwhelming, filling your senses as you tried to steady yourself. You knew you had to get her attention before it was too late, but you were so small, so insignificant inside her mouth. How could she possibly notice you?
Vanilla’s voice echoed around you again, soft and gentle. “I hope they like this treat,” she said, her tone filled with warmth. She had no idea you were inside her mouth, trapped in the very mixture she was tasting. You felt the air shift as she took a breath, and her tongue shifted beneath you, pressing the batter back against the roof of her mouth.
This time, as her tongue lowered, the blob of mix settled into the center of her tongue. You felt the muscles beneath you contract slightly, positioning you and the batter right at the back of her mouth. The realization of what was happening sent a wave of panic through you.
“No, no, no! Vanilla, please, I’m here!” you screamed, pushing against the heavy batter. But your voice was nothing more than a faint whisper amidst the vastness of her mouth.
Her tongue lifted again, tilting backward as she prepared to swallow. You felt the mixture shift, sliding toward the dark tunnel of her throat. The pressure increased, the batter sticking to your skin, and you struggled to free yourself one last time.
The darkness grew, and the air was filled with the sound of her gentle breathing, a steady rhythm that pulsed through the walls of her mouth. You could feel the anticipation building as her throat muscles prepared to take the mixture—and you—down.
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