You decide to take the risk. You really don't feel like fighting the sludge deep within your mother's innards along with her body's superior contractions. You make your way carefully back downstairs and poke your head back inside the foyer. You look right, into the living room and see no one. You look left, into the kitchen, and see no one as well. You silently celebrate the first step of your "internal" affairs mission. Acting fast you go into the kitchen, unsure of where your mother is. You slide the ring comfortably snug onto your finger and sit on the counter. You brace yourself and activate the ring, shutting your eyes. A moment passes and you don't feel anything change. You open your eyes and see that everything is still the same. You look back down to your ring and activate it once more in case the input didn't go through. Nothing. Your growl softly in frustration. You literally just ran the diagnostics! It should be working. You press the button two more times, firmly before the chime sounds off and you are quickly shrunk down quickly onto the counter.
The world shoots above you as everything seems to grow in size, though you know the opposite is true. The experience is quite dizzying and you give yourself a second to lay down, still sitting upon the now expansive counter space. Your stomach churns a bit as the once familiar sights seem so alien now, everything so distant and neigh unreachable. The wonder of it almost makes you want to stop for a minute to enjoy the sights. But you have a mission to do. So you get up and make your way over to Mom's plate. You figure you could slip into yours as she would most likely finish those as well, but figure this would probably be the fastest way.
You walk along the counter, passing your stacked plate, and head over to the plate that Mom had used to store some of the pancakes she procured. once you arrive you grab onto the painted ceramic and hoist yourself up and onto the plate. As you pull yourself up, you roll onto the curved plate, straight into a small trail of syrup and chocolate. You groan softly and try to wipe it off you, the sticky substance already making movement hard.
"Ugh, great. It's bad enough whenever this gets on my fingers. How am I going to get this off?" You ask yourself rhetorically. You think for a moment, thinking back to what you just said. The syrup usually gets on your fingers. Most of the time you just rinse it off, but sometimes, not all the time, you lick it off. If you're bored and no one is watching that is. You realize that you're about to enter your mom's mouth. So technically you should be clear of this hindrance in a short while, just not in a very desirable way. Although, thinking back to being covered in foodstuff and put into someone else's mouth kinda... sounds... nice in a strange off-handed kinda way. The idea of being put in your girlfriend Emi's mouth as she cleans your body with her soft hot tongue kinda makes you excited in a nice way. You smile softly as you contemplate your future endeavors/ experiments.
Those thoughts are interrupted as feel the ground beneath you start to shake.
boom boom boom
Thinking quickly you look around and see a piece of pancake already diced and ready to be eaten. You move fast and hide in it. The fork is already shoved deep into the fluffy breakfast food so there's no threat of being stabbed.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
You shove your body into the thick piece, tossing out some of the pancake fluff, and carefully hiding your body in the pancake. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem your position allows much room to see anything.
BOOM.BOOM.BOOM.
A bit of syrup starts to drizzle down the side of the piece you're in as a giant figure eclipses the plates.
"Mmm.. they still look good." You hear a voice mutter. Surprisingly, the voice is low enough for you to not make out who it is. Suddenly you are jostled about as you are flung up into the sky by the fork the pancake is attached to. You nestle deeper in the cut you hid in to avoid detection. The fork maneuvers about and you brought face to face with the person about to consume you. Your jaw drops as you see the colossal face of ...
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