Come closer. Closer than you ever should. This is an extreme mouth and uvula POV where you’re dangled right over my open lips while your fear grows with every breath, every swallow, every wet little sound I make just to remind you how helpless you are. You’re tiny, trembling, suspended over me like the perfect snack, and I take my time making you watch what’s coming. I bring gummies to my mouth and crush them slowly with my teeth, letting you hear the sticky chew and the intense crunch. I make you stare as I mash them down, showing you exactly what happens to anything small enough to fit between my teeth. My tongue moves, my throat flexes, my uvula bobs with each swallow, and you realize how close you are to being next. I hover you lower and lower, teasing the edge of your fate while you panic above my mouth, listening to every sound as proof of what I can do. One last moment. One last scream. Then I decide you’re part of the meal.
