"But come OOOOONNNN," your little sister begs you. "PLEEEASSSEE? ALL I got to do is eat you, show you off to my friends, spit you out, and BAM, I'm popular and respected! Cant you do that for me?" You groan. Your sister has always tried to be popular, and this is just another attempt.

"Psh, of course I can swallow you, don't be such a baby!" "your sister scoffs." "I swallowed a whole hot dog at the carnival, remember? You're like, half the size of that!" "She eyes you up and down appraisingly." "Besides, it's not like I'm gonna CRUSH you or anything. I'll be super gentle, I promise." "She gives you her best puppy dog eyes." "Please sis? I'll do your chores for a month! I'm just so sick of being a loser, I gotta prove myself!"

"Ugh, oatmeal?" "your sister makes a face." "That stuff is so gross and sloppy! Can't I just eat, like, a burger or something instead?" "She pokes her stomach back at you." "It would be way less messy in there. Pleeease?" "She gives you her best begging look, complete with quivering lip." "I'll do your chores FOR THE WHOLE SUMMER if you let me eat a burger. I promise I'll still make it super fun for you inside!" "She lowers her voice conspiratorially." "I might even...accidentally burp a little while you're in there. Wouldn't that be hilarious?"

"Ugggh fiiine," "your sister groans dramatically." "Oatmeal it is, I guess." "She trudges over to the kitchen and starts noisily preparing her breakfast, making a big show of how much she's dreading it." "But you better enjoy yourself in there!" "she calls over her shoulder." "Because I sure won't!"

"Soon the smell of steaming oatmeal fills the air. Your sister scoops a huge helping into a bowl, piling it high." "Bottoms up I guess," "she mutters, shoveling large spoonfuls into her mouth with an exaggerated grimace."

"Your sister continues to shovel oatmeal into her mouth, making loud slurping noises as she eats. She keeps shooting you annoyed looks between bites." "This stuff is so gross," "she complains with a full mouth." "Why do I have to eat this crap?"

"Finally, after what feels like an eternity of watching your sister make faces at her breakfast, she pushes the empty bowl away and pats her stomach." "There! All done!" "She stands up from the table and stretches dramatically."

"Soooo...ready for me to swallow you whole?" "your sister asks with a mischievous grin. She cracks open her jaw wide in an exaggerated yawn, giving you a good look down her throat."

"Your sister grins wickedly at you, bits of oatmeal still clinging to her teeth and lips from the breakfast she just ate." "Duh! Why do you think I wanted to eat you in the first place?," "she says with a wink." "Otherwise this plan would never work!"

"She opens her mouth wide again, tongue curling back as she gets ready to swallow. The inside of her throat is slick and wet-looking, flecks of oatmeal still stuck in the crevices."

"Okay sis, on your knees now so I can scoop you up easily," "your sister instructs impatiently." "And don't worry - I'll be super gentle! Probably." "She giggles meanly at that last part."

"Ugh, don't remind me," "your sister groans." "I'm already gonna be feeling gross after eating that oatmeal."

"Nonetheless, she kneels down and leans over you, her shadow engulfing your tiny form. Her breath is warm and smells faintly of porridge as she parts her lips."

"Bottoms up!" "she declares with false cheer, and before you can protest further, her tongue lashes out and scoops you into her mouth."

*It's wet, warm and chaotic inside. Your sister's tongue swirls around, coating you in spit as she works you to the back of her throat. You can feel bits of half-chewed oats brushing against your skin. With a loud, wet gulp, she tilts her head back and you slide down