The world around you was a surreal landscape of towering loops, each one the size of a car tire, yet impossibly light and floating in a sea of milk. You were trapped in a bowl of Bethany Shadburne’s protein Cheerios, shrunk to just two inches tall, completely at the mercy of whatever fate awaited you in the breakfast cereal. The milk was cold against your skin, soaking into your clothes as you struggled to stay afloat amidst the massive cereal pieces that bobbed around you. Each Cheerio was a giant, hollow ring, its surface slightly rough and grainy to the touch, with a faint scent of oats and honey mixed with the sharper, artificial aroma of protein powder.
The bowl was a colossal white basin, smooth and gleaming in the morning light, with its curved walls rising high above you. It was like being in the middle of a giant crater, surrounded by an ocean of milk and enormous cereal rings that drifted lazily around you. You could hear the faint clink of a spoon as it tapped the edge of the bowl, a sound that echoed in the vast space. The milk lapped gently against the Cheerios, the surface rippling slightly with every subtle movement.
Above you, Bethany loomed like a goddess, her sheer size and presence overwhelming. From your tiny perspective, she was a skyscraper, every feature magnified to an awe-inspiring scale. Her face was framed by her blonde hair, pulled back into a tight ponytail that kept her hair out of her way. The morning light highlighted the contours of her sharp cheekbones, the slight curve of her lips, and the piercing intensity of her blue eyes. Her powerful build was clear even through her casual morning attire—a fitted tank top that hugged her muscular shoulders and arms, revealing the strength that she had earned through years of relentless training.
Her mouth moved slightly as she chewed her cereal, her lips parting just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the pearly white teeth inside, each one as large as your head. The sound of her chewing was a deep, rhythmic crunch, the powerful grinding of her molars reducing the crunchy cereal to a mushy paste. Her breath was warm, carrying the scent of protein cereal and a hint of morning coffee. Every now and then, she would speak to herself softly, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air like distant thunder. Each word was a deep, resonant sound that seemed to shake the very air around you, the vibrations traveling through the milk and cereal, sending ripples across the surface.
You were completely helpless, lost in a sea of giant, floating Cheerios, each one a potential death trap as Bethany’s spoon moved through the bowl. The spoon itself was massive, a polished silver surface that could easily scoop up a handful of Cheerios—and you—without her even noticing. The edge of the spoon gleamed in the light as it descended into the bowl, creating waves in the milk as it sliced through the surface, sending the cereal pieces bobbing and shifting in its wake.
You watched in terror as the spoon plowed through the milk, scooping up a cluster of Cheerios just a few feet away from you. The silver surface of the spoon caught the light, gleaming brightly as it carried its cargo upward toward Bethany’s waiting mouth. The spoonful of cereal hovered above the bowl for a moment, milk dripping from the edges and splashing back into the sea below. Then, with a casual tilt of her wrist, Bethany dumped the contents into her mouth, her lips closing around the spoon with a soft, wet smack.
The sound of her chewing filled the air, a loud, rhythmic crunching that made your stomach churn. The sight of her jaw working, the powerful muscles in her cheeks flexing with each bite, was terrifying. She seemed completely unaware of the tiny figure trapped in her cereal bowl, focused only on her breakfast as she chewed and swallowed each mouthful with ease.
You tried to stay afloat, kicking your legs to keep your head above the milk as you clung to the nearest Cheerio. The surface was slightly rough, the texture grainy against your skin as you held on for dear life. The milk was cold and thick, the faint sweetness mixing with the smell of oats and protein powder. Every movement of Bethany’s spoon sent ripples through the milk, the surface churning as cereal pieces shifted and bobbed around you.
Suddenly, the spoon appeared again, diving into the milk just inches away from you. The shockwave it created sent you tumbling, your grip on the Cheerio slipping as you were tossed into the cold liquid. You flailed your arms, desperately trying to grab hold of something, anything, to keep yourself from sinking. The spoon lifted a cluster of Cheerios from the milk, and for a brief moment, you thought you were safe. But then, one of the cereal pieces bumped into you, knocking you off balance and sending you spiraling into the bowl.
You tumbled through the milk, your tiny body caught in the chaotic current as the spoon rose above the bowl. You splashed down into the milk, gasping for breath as you broke the surface, only to find yourself surrounded by a wall of Cheerios. The spoon had narrowly missed you, and you found yourself wedged between two floating rings of cereal, the milk sloshing around you as Bethany’s spoonful disappeared into her mouth.
The sound of her chewing was closer now, the crunching and grinding of cereal in her mouth filling the air like the rumble of distant thunder. You could see the slight bulge in her cheek as she chewed, her jaw working methodically as she reduced the cereal to a mushy pulp. The sight of it sent a shiver down your spine, the realization of just how close you were to being in her mouth, crushed between those massive teeth, almost too much to bear.
But before you could catch your breath, the spoon came down again, the edge slicing through the milk and scooping up another cluster of Cheerios. You tried to scramble away, but it was too late—the spoon was beneath you, the cold metal lifting you up along with the cereal. You were swept up in the current, tossed onto the spoon along with a handful of Cheerios, milk dripping from the silver surface as you were lifted out of the bowl.
The world spun around you as the spoon rose toward Bethany’s mouth, the air rushing past you as you clung to one of the Cheerios for dear life. You could see her lips parting, the dark cavern of her mouth opening wide as she prepared to take the next bite. Her teeth gleamed in the light, each one sharp and strong, ready to crush anything that passed between them. The sound of her chewing was deafening, the wet smacks and crunches echoing in your ears as the spoon approached her mouth.
But just as you thought you were doomed, Bethany paused. The spoon hovered in the air for a moment, milk dripping from the edge as she glanced at her phone, distracted by a message that had just popped up. The spoon tilted slightly, and you slid along the edge, your tiny body tumbling off the spoon and into the bowl below. You splashed down into the milk with a soft plop, gasping for air as you struggled to stay afloat.
You were back in the bowl, surrounded by giant Cheerios, the milk sloshing around you as Bethany returned her attention to her breakfast. The spoon dipped into the milk again, scooping up another spoonful of cereal as you frantically swam to the nearest Cheerio. You clambered onto the floating ring, the surface rough against your hands as you pulled yourself up. The milk was cold and thick, soaking through your clothes as you tried to catch your breath.
The spoon rose again, and you watched in horror as Bethany brought it to her lips, her mouth opening wide to accept the next bite. The sound of her chewing was louder now, each crunch and grind filling the air as she ate. Her teeth crushed the cereal with ease, the powerful muscles in her jaw flexing as she chewed. The sight of it was terrifying, the realization that you could have been in that bite, reduced to nothing more than a tiny speck of mush between her teeth, almost too much to bear.
But there was no time to dwell on it—the spoon was coming down again, and this time it was headed straight for you. You tried to scramble away, but the Cheerio you were on was too slick, the surface too uneven to get a good grip. The spoon scooped you up, lifting you out of the milk along with a handful of cereal. You were tossed around, the cold metal surface of the spoon pressing against your skin as you were carried upward toward her mouth.
Her lips parted again, the dark cavern of her mouth looming before you as she prepared to take the next bite. The sound of her chewing filled your ears, the wet smacks and crunches deafening as you approached her mouth. You could see the glistening white teeth, the pink tongue shifting slightly as she prepared to accept the next mouthful. Her breath was warm, the scent of cereal and milk mixed with the faint aroma of coffee.
You were inches from her mouth when the spoon tilted slightly, causing you to slide toward the edge. You scrambled to grab hold of something, but there was nothing to grip, nothing to stop you from sliding off the spoon and plummeting into the milk below. You fell, your tiny body tumbling through the air before splashing down into the cold liquid, gasping for breath as you broke the surface.
The bowl seemed even more treacherous now, the floating Cheerios shifting and bobbing with every movement of Bethany’s spoon. The sound of her chewing was constant, a rhythmic crunching that filled the air as she ate. You were completely at her mercy, lost in a sea of giant cereal pieces, with no way to escape and no way to know if she was even aware of your presence.
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