Mike threw his arms up in front of his face, the only reaction he could make as Sophie replaced the burger bun back on top, unknowingly sandwiching Mike within.
He wasn’t dead centre and so managed to Army crawl his way to the edge until he had a view of the outside world again. He could see Sophie’s arms stretch impossibly far into the distance leading to a hungry face that was staring down at him.
He had really only seen her in the dark of the club before, but now they were in the light he could see her striking blue eyes, wavy blonde hair and a smile so flush with dimples it would make a cherub envious.
There was an almost angelic quality about her features, which would have been serene inducing had it not been for her quickly widening mouth coming closer and closer. Time seemed to slow in this moment and Mike, while he did scream,(he might also have called for his mommy) did also take in the once in a lifetime view. A slow pinkish-red tongue quivered in anticipation, framed by two rows of perfect white teeth, not a stain or filling in sight. He witnessed a single strand of saliva stretch from the bottom of her mouth to the roof until it became so thin in the middle it broke, a flicker of spit fell back inside her mouth, melting into her tongue.
“Sophie, don't eat me!” He wailed.
Her teeth clamped behind him searing through the bun and top patty. With her first bite Mike was pulled inside. His sauce coated body allowed him to slip freely away from the rest of the mound of food that was already decimated by her back teeth.
Her tongue slopped down heavily atop him. With all the weight and unyielding structure of a king-size mattress. The heavy muscle pinned him in place while a bubbling froth rapidly began to rise to threatening levels. He choked down mouthfuls of her spit praying for a gasp of air, waterboarded with a cocktail of her saliva and sauces to the edge of drowning, but was sucked free and thrust into the wall of her cheek. The tip of her wandering taste continued to explore him. Still reeling from the frantic encounter, he felt the twinge of an unwelcome erection brewing, as her tongue lapped him up and down, gigantic tastebuds rolling over him started a rippling effect of excitable shivers through him.
Sophie used her tongue to prod at the seed, manoeuvring it from being wedged under gums into her cheek wall.
It was frightening at just how casually her tongue ragdolled him over her teeth. The enormity of them wasn’t lost on Mike, he knew they could snap together at any moment and it would be over.
Now with a full on fear boner, he watched in horror as a fistful of salty fries larger than trucks were being shoved through her ravenous jaws, their usual warm, comforting aroma quickly dissipated in a masticated heap as her teeth churned them to an unrecognisable paste. The sickly pulp slipped effortlessly over the back of her pink tongue and disappeared with an audible ‘gluk’ sound. Mike had no time to process the dawning realisation that he was getting a first hand experience of the ‘Sarlacc pit’, when another handful of fries were tossed over him. He was caught amongst the tussle and moved to her waiting molars. He dodged being pushed on top of her teeth and was instead shoved into the rounded edge of her tooth. The visceral gnashing of the pearly white boulders tore into the salty snacks leaving only a shredded heap.
Trying his best to avoid an imminent and incredibly painful death, he tried to clamber back atop her tongue and put as much distance as he could between himself and her ‘Mike’ crushing jaws. His hands slipped from their purchase of the undulating monster and he was lost to the floor of her mouth being smothered again under her sopping wet tongue, while she continued to eat. A dripping glob of mash slipped underneath with him, the sticky particles cloying and matting his hair in clumps before it was slurped away and vanished into the darkness.
A satisfied hum of enjoyment echoed from where it fell.
His best plan now was to wait it out. And not a cop out of an excuse for now basically cowering with his tiny hard on under some girl’s tongue while she ate. But it would be a challenge for anyone to make him feel any smaller or more pathetic than he already did.
Bite after bite he was becoming more accustomed to her rhythmic breathing, the sound of the smacker of lips sucking in each fry and the odd gurgles and squelches that would rumble up from the back of her throat.
“What happened to the guy you were dancing with before?” Zoe asked
“Mmmike?” Sophie spat out through a mouthful of food, “Yeah he was so cute and such a sweetheart. We were getting drinks at the bar and then I turned around and he was gone”
“Ouch”
“Yeah his loss. I was definitely going to bring him home tonight”
“He was a bit of a short ass though”
“Believe me if you had danced with him and felt what he had in his pocket you’d know there was nothing short about him”, Sophie said, giving side eyes and lightly chewing on the end of the straw of her milkshake and taking an exaggerated slurp.
Mike heard nothing of the conversation. Sophie’s voice was far too loud and distorted inside her own mouth and at the same time he was being pummelled by her tongue flopping up and down on him to form each word.
At last a brief reprieve arrived via a full body dip in a thick banana shake. The creamy drink quickly cooled the sweltering heat of her maw and he felt his manhood finally start to relax. The novelty was short lived, and replaced with a new terror. A series of increasingly loud glugs. Each one moving him with the viscous mix towards the man swallowing horror, the back of her throat. Mike found his feet were no longer touching the floor. Swept up in the chaotic riptide Mike was swirled around in the wash, while Sophie was savouring the last of her mouthful by playfully swishing it around her mouth.
Oblivious to the desperate fight for survival taking place on her tongue. Until she felt the little seed again. With expert precision and dexterity she guided the offending object to the roof of her mouth pinning it in place with her tongue and swallowing the last of her shake.