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Yolanda tilted her head back and loosened her fingers; allowing gravity to do its work as nearly a half dozen tinies twisted and spun haphazardly into her wide open maw. She could hear each unfortunate soul squeak at the top of his tiny lungs before feeling a series of muffled bumps and taps, each impact barely perceptible, followed by a scrummage of little arms and bodies clawing desperately against the moistening sick soft surface of her billowing tongue; each subsequent scream echoing its pitiful tenor more clearly as it disappeared behind her widening gullet. Each tiny fought with all their might against other tinies to avoid being the next to slide into her wet abyss. One unfortunate tiny, less than a single inch tall, never even joined the desperate struggle within Yolanda's mouth. Instead, he happened to roughly land against her plump bottom lip, a surface upon which he briefly attempted to pull himself up and over; hoping to tumble himself into the giant's great mouth as the lesser of two evils, given that he was deathly afraid of heights. However, the poor little fellow lost his grip and found himself spiraling off of her chin and into an unimaginably terrifying free fall that lasted all of fourteen seconds of real time, but felt to him like several excruciating minutes of agonizing vertigo. Ultimately, most of the tiny men went to their doom with broken limbs and gouged eyes from the frantic scuffle to avoid being eaten; a panicked mass of flailing bodies all pulling and grabbing against each other for salvation. It was the tiny who managed to hold onto a single molder who managed to last the longest. Moments after all of the other tinies were gone, this final brave tiny finally lost his grip; foolishly wiping his stinging eyes as they burned from the intense humidity and stench emanating from all corners of Yolanda's terrible mouth. He fought like hell to halt his slide towards her gullet and did, in fact, managed to stop himself just before falling in completely. However, after several valiant seconds of holding fast, the tiny eventually drowned to death between a pile of bubbling thick saliva which seemed to have gushed and stretched itself atop him from nowhere, having pooled around the opening of Yolanda's vast and pulsating throat. The last little man died before he even experienced the start of her digestion process. In that way, he was actually the luckiest tiny of them all.

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Yolanda tilted her head back and loosened her fingers; allowing gravity to do its work as nearly a half dozen tinies twisted and spun haphazardly into her wide open maw. She could hear each unfortunate soul squeak at the top of his tiny lungs before feeling a series of muffled bumps and taps, each impact barely perceptible, followed by a scrummage of little arms and bodies clawing desperately against the moistening sick soft surface of her billowing tongue; each subsequent scream echoing its pitiful tenor more clearly as it disappeared behind her widening gullet. Each tiny fought with all their might against other tinies to avoid being the next to slide into her wet abyss. One unfortunate tiny, less than a single inch tall, never even joined the desperate struggle within Yolanda's mouth. Instead, he happened to roughly land against her plump bottom lip, a surface upon which he briefly attempted to pull himself up and over; hoping to tumble himself into the giant's great mouth as the lesser of two evils, given that he was deathly afraid of heights. However, the poor little fellow lost his grip and found himself spiraling off of her chin and into an unimaginably terrifying free fall that lasted all of fourteen seconds of real time, but felt to him like several excruciating minutes of agonizing vertigo. Ultimately, most of the tiny men went to their doom with broken limbs and gouged eyes from the frantic scuffle to avoid being eaten; a panicked mass of flailing bodies all pulling and grabbing against each other for salvation. It was the tiny who managed to hold onto a single molder who managed to last the longest. Moments after all of the other tinies were gone, this final brave tiny finally lost his grip; foolishly wiping his stinging eyes as they burned from the intense humidity and stench emanating from all corners of Yolanda's terrible mouth. He fought like hell to halt his slide towards her gullet and did, in fact, managed to stop himself just before falling in completely. However, after several valiant seconds of holding fast, the tiny eventually drowned to death between a pile of bubbling thick saliva which seemed to have gushed and stretched itself atop him from nowhere, having pooled around the opening of Yolanda's vast and pulsating throat. The last little man died before he even experienced the start of her digestion process. In that way, he was actually the luckiest tiny of them all.