title: Tastebudding With Potential aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SlysterK] id: [18441665] date: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:49:37 下午 modified: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:52:25 下午

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Tastebudding With Potential

Author: SlysterK Source: Tastebudding With Potential

A sudden wetness washing over your face thrusts you into the awakened world, not that that is something you can initially tell with the near darkness that surrounds you. After a moment of feeling like you are drowning in a sea of...something, you manage to push yourself into a sitting position. The wave of humid, wet heat that washes over you upon exiting whatever liquid you were in was not exactly a relief. It felt like being inside an oven in the middle of a swamp. Your eyes flick quickly around the inky blackness that surrounds you, finding only occasional star-like pricks of light that are far, far in the distance. Even they fail to allow your eyes to adjust to the void around you. Without sight to provide you with any clues, feel up your dark surroundings and to construct a mental picture as what your surroundings are. Almost instantly, your hands plunge into a hot and vaguely sticky liquid that coats the floor up to your chest and sloshes around constantly. Pushing deeper, you come to the floor beneath you, soft and rubbery. It compresses easily as you press against it, but the surface instantly pops back up into its previous state the moment you release the pressure. You take a breath in, trying to calm yourself down...and instantly regret it, as you almost choke on the scent of raw meat mixed with some kind of minty, stinging smell that lurked underneath. A coughing fit consumes you for a few moments, but eventually you manage to barely control your body's violent rejection of the air you're breathing and enter into a zone of reluctant tolerance.

But, none of these things provide you the slightest clue where the dickens you were. Sticky liquid, rubbery ground, putrid smells...maybe you were inside some kind of sewage tank or something...you had no idea how that'd happen, the last thing you remember was just you going about your normal life. And yet here you were, somewhere that clearly was where you intended to be. By now, thankfully, what very dim light there was finally began the process of adjusting your eyes. The blackness became a soupy grayness filled with muddled distant shapes. Far in the distance before you, there were what appeared to be towering sharp objects that thrust themselves from above and below, coming together to mesh into a strange wall-like structure with occasional crack where the aforementioned light leaked in. It's around this time that your hearing finally kicks in, and you notice a deep rhythmic blast from somewhere in the darkness behind you, sounding much like a jet engine being fired over and over and over. Maybe that's why the area was stuck in this heat? ...No, that wouldn't make any sense at all, why would a jet engine be inside some...whatever the heck this place was. Okay, think just-oh gods, you are blind! The sharp objects suddenly come apart and daylight pours inside, leaving you nothing but stinging eyes and an actual desire for it to be dark again. Just as you think that this is the worst it can get, then comes the second assault. Deep beneath you, to the point the ground you sit upon shakes and quivers in almost fear, a sound grows louder and louder. It starts merely like a low rumble, then turns into a growl, and finally...it s demonic roar from the deepest pits of Hades. With the roar comes a blast of wind that slams into your back like a semi truck and throws you beneath the sticky liquid.

Blind and deaf, you think that this is the end...that you are going to end up drowning and that is all there is to it. But, with one final effort, you managed to fight past your disorientation and bring yourself to the surface. You gasp in several tainted breaths, but the relief of being alive and able to breathe at all overwhelms your desire to retch at the scents lurking in the air. The gale force wind has died down now, and slowly your ability to see returns...and with it, the answer to the question of where you were. You could see everything, because the sharp objects had not fully closed this time...hanging open just enough to bathe the environment in a dim haze. You sat in the center of a large red fleshy object, round in shape and about a city block in size. In the distance are similar objects, with gaps between them where liquid pooled above darkness. These fleshy objects, however, were not different objects...but all part one very large fleshy object that sat right behind the bottom row of the sharp objects...it was a gigantic tongue, and those were absolutely huge teeth. You were sitting on a taste bud...an individual massive taste bud in someone's mouth. The liquid you were sitting in was there saliva...and apparently, you were just in the shallows. Just beyond you, the stuff was raining down from the roof of the mouth in a slow, gooey, and absolutely massive strand like some kind of alien waterfall. Of course...that was just the small one. Closer to the tip, there was a strand so large it was practically filling up the center of the tongue with a massive saliva ocean. Well, now at least you knew that there were deeper pools of this stuff you could drown in. You raise you gaze towards the massive sharp teeth, those of a clear predator, and then gaze beyond them across a distance you have trouble picturing in your head. What you can make out is a pair of legs belonging to the mouth's owner, stretching out onto a coffee table sitting in the middle of what appears to be a living room. You couldn't see much more detail than that...but...whoever they were, this person whose mouth you were in, they were ridiculously massive.

The twitching of the tongue beneath you shook you slightly, but fortunately it just gently rocked you rather than sending you splashing around. Nonetheless, it did remind you of the precariousness of your position. You looked back, over your shoulder, to the abyss known as the throat. One absent-minded swallow, and you would be dropped down to a place you would likely never return from. Alive, at the very least. But then, at your size, maybe you could somehow just manage to get out that way...who knows. Your eyes turn to the teeth that hang partially open and reveal the outside world. This tongue was miles upon miles across, and you would need to be as careful as possible to navigate it. And then, you'd need to climb between those teeth and up and over the lips...and then, well, down the body...somehow. Of course...you look around the mouth now, and it wouldn't take much for you to try to perhaps find a niche you could dig into and survive in for a bit. A fold in the side of the mouth, beneath where the tooth comes out of the gum...you could hide there for a bit, figure out a better plan, and then escape.

What you chose didn't matter, you just had to get moving soon...before the maw's owner made a choice for you.