With a ringmaster's gusto, Lizzie announced the first game.
"We're gunna play a liiiitle game called cave explorer! You guys are gunna climb into my mouth and try 'n touch my uvula. Sounds easy?
Well think again, 'cuz I'mma be movin' my tongue and jaw and stuff. If y'all aren't careful you gonna fall doooooown! And for those of ya who get swallowed, don't worry, I prepared!"
Lizzie took a deep breath arched her back, pushing her tummy as far out as it could go. You were too distracted to notice before, but it was a lot more... bloated than it had been when you first arrived. Her fingers dug into it, making no progress at all: her stomach was stuffed and as hard as a rock.
"Before you guyz all woke up I chugged like four cartons of this heavy cream, which was liiiiike 10,000 calories? Plus all the booze I've been knockin' back! So like, I'm gunna put on a few pounds, but its okay, 'cuz it ALWAYS goes to my boobs. And since I took it already, anyone who falls down is gonna go straight to my chest! Talk about a happy endin', right?!"
Your heart was pounding just thinking about such an end, but Lizzie's expression was one of true triumph. This dumb bimbo really thought she was doing you all a favor. The sincerity of her smile only made you more and more nervous as she bent down, placing her lower lip level to your platform. Opening her maw as wide as she could, a wave of boozy breath washed over you. It was enough to make you vomit, but you held on.
A man toward the back pushed his way through the crowd, stepped past the puddle of drool and climbed in to that wet cavern. No one could see what was going on from your spot, but a few tense moments later and her emerged, sticky and wet.
"Gooooood job!" Lizzie announced, "now who's next? Y'all should hurry, 'cuz I play with my food when I get bored..."
The next few men went, each completing their goal, and it wasn't until the fifth man that someone finally fell. A horrified shriek echoed from Lizzie's mouth, followed immediately by an exaggerated gulp. The last you'd see of the man was of a throat bulge going down, down, down.
Lizzie, every the joke-ster, followed up with a well timed burp.
Seeing a man meet such a horrific end should have paralyzed you, but instead you found yourself motivated to get it over with. You were the next to go, and as it turned out, you...
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