The last thing you remember was your furious typing, your fingers pounding the keys as you hammered out yet another rant about Melonie Mac. You couldn't stand her—her smugness, her incessant positivity, the way she seemed to have an answer for everything. You hated how her followers adored her, how her content always seemed to hit the mark, how she carried herself with a confidence that you found insufferable. She was everything you weren’t, and that alone made you seethe with jealousy.
But something strange happened that night. As you pressed the send button, a wave of dizziness washed over you. The room around you seemed to blur, and before you could make sense of it, everything went dark.
When you came to, you were in a completely different environment. The space was vast, overwhelmingly so, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and honey. The ground beneath you felt soft yet firm, with a slight give under your feet, and you realized with a jolt that you were standing on a massive, slick surface. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings.
Above you, towering like a colossus, was a gigantic spoon descending from the heavens. It hit the surface of the liquid surrounding you with a splash, sending waves crashing around you. It was then that you understood where you were.
You were in a bowl of cereal.
Panic surged through you as you realized what this meant. You tried to move, but your limbs felt heavy, sluggish. The milk around you was thick and sticky, making it difficult to wade through. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep your head above the surface, the cold liquid chilling you to the bone.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor rumbled through the air, making you flinch. Your heart nearly stopped as you looked up, and there she was—Melonie Mac.
Even at your normal size, she was someone who commanded attention. Her fiery red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that was both striking and beautiful. Her skin was a flawless, creamy complexion, and her bright, green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that only added to her charm. She wore minimal makeup—just a hint of mascara to accentuate her long lashes and a touch of gloss on her full lips. Even dressed casually in a fitted black tank top that hugged her curves and a pair of ripped jeans, she exuded a natural beauty that you couldn’t deny.
But now, from your current perspective, she was a goddess—every feature of her face magnified and more intimidating. The way her lips curved into a soft smile, the subtle tilt of her head as she gazed down at the bowl in front of her, sent a shiver down your spine.
You watched in terror as she grabbed the spoon again, her movements smooth and deliberate. The spoon dipped into the cereal, gathering a mix of milk, flakes, and bits of fruit. You could see the little pieces of cereal clinging to the spoon's edges, the milk dripping off the sides as she brought it closer to her mouth.
"Melonie, no!" you wanted to scream, but your voice was nothing more than a tiny squeak lost in the vastness around you. She didn't hear you—she couldn’t hear you. You were nothing more than a speck, lost in a sea of milk and cereal, and she was completely unaware of your presence.
The spoon loomed closer, and you could see every detail of her mouth as it opened wide, revealing her pristine white teeth. The thought of those teeth, so perfect and sharp, sent a wave of fear through you. You could see the pink of her tongue, glistening as it awaited the spoonful of cereal. Her breath washed over you, warm and sweet, carrying the scent of vanilla and mint.
Then, everything went dark.
You were plunged into a world of chaos as you were swept into her mouth along with the spoonful of cereal. The force of her breath pulled you deeper into the darkness, and the sound of her chewing echoed around you like thunder. You were tossed and turned, pushed against her teeth as they ground the cereal into a mushy pulp.
You could feel the pressure building as she chewed, the force of her jaws crushing the cereal and squeezing you between the hard surfaces. It was a miracle you hadn’t been crushed outright, but the constant shifting and grinding was agonizing. You could feel the warmth of her saliva soaking through your clothes, making it even harder to move.
Suddenly, you were pressed against her tongue, the slick, muscular surface undulating beneath you. The sensation was overwhelming—the texture of her taste buds, the warmth of her breath, the sheer power behind every movement of her mouth. You tried to cling to the slick surface, but it was no use. You were tossed around like a ragdoll, battered by the constant movement as she chewed and swallowed.
The terrifying realization hit you—she was going to swallow you. You were going to be nothing more than a morsel in her breakfast, forgotten and consumed without a second thought. The thought made you sick with fear, but there was nothing you could do to stop it.
You were pushed to the back of her mouth, where the slick walls of her throat loomed before you. You could feel the pull of gravity as her throat muscles contracted, drawing you downward. The darkness became complete, and you could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her swallowing echoing around you.
Just as you thought it was the end, you found yourself being pushed forward by her tongue again. It seemed she wasn’t quite ready to swallow, instead savoring the taste of her cereal. The thought made your stomach churn—she was savoring the taste of you, completely unaware of the tiny, terrified figure caught in the midst of her breakfast.
You were pushed back toward her teeth, her tongue flicking you around like a piece of food. The rough texture of her molars scraped against your skin, and you winced in pain as you were pressed against the hard surface again. The constant motion was disorienting, and you couldn’t tell which way was up or down anymore.
For a moment, you were caught between two teeth, the pressure building as they began to close in. You could feel the enamel pressing against you from both sides, the force almost unbearable. Just when you thought you would be crushed, her tongue flicked you free, sending you tumbling into the mushy remnants of the cereal.
You were trapped, drowning in a mix of milk, saliva, and crushed cereal, barely able to keep your head above the surface. The taste was overwhelming—sweet, yet sickening—and the smell of her breath filled your lungs, making it hard to breathe.
As you struggled to stay afloat, you realized that Melonie had no idea you were there. To her, you were nothing more than a part of her breakfast, a tiny, insignificant speck lost in the vastness of her world. The realization was crushing—you had spent so much time hating her, and now, you were nothing more than a helpless victim caught in the wake of her daily routine.
The spoon dipped into the bowl again, and you could see the light streaming in as she lifted another spoonful of cereal to her mouth. You tried to scream, to wave your arms, but it was no use. She couldn’t see you, couldn’t hear you. You were trapped in a nightmare of your own making, powerless to escape.
The spoonful of cereal disappeared into her mouth, and you were swept up in the chaos once more. The sensation of being chewed, crushed, and swallowed was unbearable, but you couldn’t escape it. You were at her mercy, and she had no idea you were even there.
As the darkness closed in around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of cosmic punishment—an ironic twist of fate for all the hate you had spewed online. You had spent so much time tearing her down, and now, you were nothing more than a morsel of food in her mouth, completely forgotten and consumed without a second thought.
The story was far from over, but for now, all you could do was endure the overwhelming sensations and pray that somehow, someway, you would find a way out of this living nightmare
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