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[trigger12]

One of three. And trust me, the rating will go up. 'wink'

inspired by starsage. yes, a warning, therely be non fatal vore..........next chapter. this is just mouthplay, sortof.

another warning. its lazy writing, so cut me some slack.


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Normal seeming days always started like this in collage, a few guys having beer, and others acting a bit more responsible and having normal breakfast, except, a certain someone found a vial of blue liquid in his mailbox.

�New blueberry flavored punch� Max, a grey, bulky wolf pondered. �Eh, what the hell.� He said to himself, and wolfed it down. It didn�t taste bad at all. A decent sample, but little did he know, that today was going to have one hell of a journey ahead of him.

The day passed normally, boringly, as lunch quickly came. As Max went downstairs, he noticed something different, as if he was shorter. A slightly chubby, but good looking otter girl came into the cafeteria, placing her lunch down on the table, and walked away to get some napkins.

He started feeling dizzy as the world around him started getting dark. He couldn�t control where he was going was he stumbled left and right. His body shrunk as he fell toward the otter�s lunch. His clothing fell from his shrinking form, falling right under the table in pure coincidence.

The otter walked back over to the table and sat down just as Max started to regain his senses. The next thing he knew was, he was in someone�s lunch! How he got there wasn�t his concern, because the owner of this food was already at the table. He could see her through the forest of vegetables, spices, and meat. She was pretty hot looking for her slight girth. She had slightly puffed curly hair, a headset around her neck, and a striped shirt that fit nicely. He gulped as her hand quickly down to the very wrap he was in. He watch in pure horror as that fat tongue came out her mouth, rubbing her lips, wetting the skin of them, glimmering in the low light.

Taking up the wrap in one hand, the otter opened her mouth slow, and wide, revealing a huge cavern of flesh with dripping walls and teeth the size of houses, all shining in the light from the ceiling. She shoved a decent sized portion of it into her mouth, and then closing her jaws around it. He screamed. That was almost him in there! Soon, a few chews and a swallow, and then the next bite would take him for sure. Her teeth, sharp at the front came together with a terrifying crunch, the world turning fleshy around him as her tongue moving and wiggling underneath him.

He lay there, on the gigantic slimy tongue. His species was able to see in the dark, and could see the pieces of mush flew to the back of her throat. For some reason, he was still on the tongue, as it wiggled sandwich pieces into the teeth, and down the throat. The pallet was like a cloud, raining tiny drops of spit on him. He sees and feels the �floor� under him move every piece of food into the grinding, crunching walls of ivory. She kept her teeth clean. A quick flex of the tongue and one little swallow was all it took to send what was left down to her stomach, but, he managed to stay within her mouth.

He couldn�t think of any way for this to make sense. Was he too heavy to be moved? Was he too small? He was half the size of an ant though. Unfortunately, she had a second wrap and was eating it quickly. Then, the tongue rose, scaring him into thinking that he�d have the same fate, as her food. But again, he was still there, in the very centre of her mouth. Suddenly, her lips creaked open very slightly, letting in a little light. A tube came though them, and a waterfall of soda followed.

The tongue rose again, and this time he budged only slightly, but it was enough to be on the edge of her mouth. Thankfully, the liquid wasn�t full of slippery mucus anymore, and he managed to stay put. Staring down the black abyss of her throat, watching the entrance open up rhythmically as the soda splashed at it, wave after wave. It was enclosed in small pockets, creating tiny bulges outside.

He was still spared from the slimy trip ahead, as she finally finished her food. Everything was pretty calm in her mouth, even when she talked to others it hardly bothered him. The humidity was so prominent, he was falling asleep, too tired to worry about what might happen ahead.

To be continued.

[wizeman555]

Awesome work! keep it up! and ur stry wasnt short it wasnt long either great job!