The cold milk swirled around you as you floated helplessly in the vast sea of protein Cheerios. The cereal pieces drifted aimlessly, bobbing up and down with the slight movements of the bowl, their hollow centers forming miniature whirlpools that threatened to drag you under at any moment. You could hear the faint sloshing of milk, the rhythmic clinking of Bethany's spoon as it dipped into the bowl, and, most unsettling of all, the low, resonant crunch of her chewing as she methodically consumed her breakfast.
Desperation clawed at your mind as you clung to a nearby Cheerio, the rough, grainy surface providing a momentary refuge from the icy milk. But your heart raced as you realized just how close you were to the spoon that had already nearly claimed you several times. Bethany’s powerful form towered above, her gaze fixed on the bowl, oblivious to the tiny figure struggling within it. Each spoonful she took was a potential death sentence, a one-way trip to her mouth where escape was impossible.
As you clung to the Cheerio, you suddenly felt yourself being pulled downward, your body sliding along the curve of the cereal ring. The hollow center gaped open beneath you, and before you could react, you were sucked into the ring, your tiny form wedged tightly within the Cheerio’s hole. Panic surged through you as you realized you were stuck, unable to free yourself from the grip of the massive cereal piece. You thrashed and kicked, but the walls of the Cheerio were unyielding, trapping you in a tight embrace.
Bethany’s spoon appeared once more, its polished surface slicing through the milk with ease. You watched in terror as the spoon approached, its gleaming edge gliding effortlessly beneath the cereal pieces. The Cheerio you were trapped in was caught in the spoon’s path, lifted from the milk with a gentle tilt. The cold metal pressed against your back as you were carried upward, milk dripping from the spoon’s edge as it ascended toward Bethany’s waiting mouth.
Your world spun as the spoon rose higher and higher, the bowl of cereal receding below you as Bethany brought the spoon to her lips. The air was filled with the scent of oats and protein powder, mixed with the faint aroma of coffee on her breath. Her mouth parted, revealing the dark cavern within, her pearly white teeth glistening in the morning light. The sight was terrifying—her teeth were massive, each one sharp and ready to crush anything that came between them.
Time seemed to slow as you were carried closer to her mouth, the spoon tilting slightly to deposit its contents onto her tongue. The warmth of her breath washed over you, humid and sweet with the scent of breakfast. Her lips parted wider, the pink tongue extending slightly to catch the cereal as it slid off the spoon. You could hear the soft, wet sounds of her mouth, the subtle squelch of saliva as it pooled in anticipation.
The spoon tilted further, and you felt yourself sliding forward, the rough surface of the Cheerio scraping against your skin as you were dumped onto her tongue. The world around you became a blur of pink and white, the slick surface of her tongue pressing against you as you tumbled into her mouth. The warmth was overwhelming, the humid air thick with the scent of oats and milk. You landed with a soft splat, the sticky saliva clinging to your body as you lay helpless on her tongue.
Bethany’s lips closed behind you, sealing you in darkness. The wet, oppressive heat of her mouth surrounded you, the air thick with the scent of cereal and the faint tang of coffee. You could hear the muffled sound of her breathing, the steady rush of air as she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. The darkness was absolute, broken only by the occasional glimmer of light reflecting off her saliva-coated teeth.
The tongue beneath you shifted, rolling you and the Cheerios around as Bethany casually chewed her breakfast. The powerful muscles of her tongue flexed and twisted, tossing you against the hard surface of her molars. You were pressed into the roof of her mouth, the rough surface scraping against your back as her tongue maneuvered the cereal into position for chewing. The force was incredible, the sheer power of her tongue overwhelming as it effortlessly controlled you and the cereal.
You tried to scream, but the sound was swallowed by the wet squelching and crunching noises that filled the air. Her teeth came together with a sharp, deafening crack, the sound vibrating through your body as her molars crushed the Cheerio to pieces. The cereal disintegrated around you, the rough texture turning to mush as her saliva mixed with it. You felt the pressure increasing as her teeth came down again, the grinding motion crushing the Cheerios into a thick paste.
Pinned between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, you could feel the intense pressure building as her teeth closed in on you. The force was unbearable, the walls of her mouth closing in as she prepared to chew once more. The crushing weight of her molars pressed down on you, squeezing the air from your lungs as you were trapped between her teeth and the remnants of the cereal. You were utterly powerless, unable to escape as her teeth ground you down.
The next crunch was final. Her molars came together with a brutal, unyielding force, the sharp edges slicing through the Cheerio—and you—with ease. Pain exploded through your body as her teeth crushed you, your tiny bones snapping under the immense pressure. The world became a blur of agony as her jaws worked relentlessly, grinding you down along with the cereal until you were nothing more than a fine pulp mixed with saliva.
Bethany’s powerful jaws moved rhythmically, chewing and grinding without pause. The wet squelching sounds of her chewing filled the darkness, the sound of your body being reduced to mush lost amidst the cacophony of crunches and smacks. Her tongue shifted, rolling the mixture of cereal and your remains into a ball of mush that slid effortlessly to the back of her throat.
With a final gulp, Bethany swallowed, the thick wad of cereal and mushy remains traveling down her throat in a single, smooth motion. The muscles of her throat contracted, pulling the mixture downward into the dark depths of her body. The sound of her swallowing was loud and wet, the finality of it echoing in the darkness as you disappeared into her digestive tract.
The world went silent as you were carried away, consumed and forgotten. The last thing you heard was the faint, distant rumble of her voice, a casual comment she made to herself as she continued her breakfast, completely unaware of the tiny life that had just ended within her mouth.
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