doll puppy

grabbable

“Alright, enough, I’m going to be late for work”

It's also a joke when she tells you to sit, to shake, to lie down and let her rub your belly.

"Really gonna fight me at this point? You can barely move. I can see tears collecting beneath your eyes. Supposedly, it tastes awful at the start."

Managed to catch it on the tongue. Sour. Hints of artificial bubblegum. What she slipped past your lips looked vividly pink in her fingers. With each passing second, the sour spot feels larger. Dissolving in your saliva or your tongue curling around it.

Tainted liquid bites at the floor of your mouth. Cupped your tongue around it to confine it to one place. But it's dripping. Stop making so much saliva. Don't swallow. Won't swallow. Can't swallow.

That burning, artificial not-sweet begins to hit your throat. Haven't swallowed but it must be leaking down. You can almost feel it in your mind, now. A tickling, funny sensation. Or maybe you're just imagining things.

"You know you'll regret fighting so hard once this is over? It'll all be temporary. You'll be better soon. I've watched it happen before."

"Keeping it in your mouth won't do anything but concentrate the changes there. C'mon, just swallow already. My arms are getting tired."

At that, you buck against her. Jostle and shove and push. Feel it froth around your mouth. Worth it if you get out. Keep fighting. Until you're tired. Not enough. It's coating your tongue now. All over your mouth. It feels almost numb. Cotton stuffed and a vague impression of sweet. Still not swallowing.

"Damn. You really are a fighter. Well, it's the last time you'll ever be able to resist me. Better make it count. I can respect that."

Scorn in your teary eyes. You can agree with her on this at least. Mouth feels sickly sweet. Hard to tell what your tongue's doing. Thoughts running in circles. Something webby and sticky in there, too. You don't want to agree with her about anything, as tempting as it is.

"Trying so hard, just swallow already. Time's ticking. You've always been such a fighter. Now you're gonna be my fighter. Aren't you excited for that?"

You don't want to be her fighter. You don't want to be her anything. Sweat drips down your side. Feel yourself spiraling. All you can taste is sweet. Some thoughts seem to catch more than others. Even the air entering your mouth tastes sweet. Shove it. Terminate the thoughts without looking.

"You've closed your eyes now. Can't bear to look at me? Are you even thinking at this point? At least you're cute like this."

'You like being cute for her.' The thought catches and you tear it up but it's still there. Another one pops up. Repeating yourself. Stick out your tongue. Keep pushing it down and it keeps coming back up. It's like you're looped.

"There it is. Perfect."

What did you do? The loop feels like it's shrinking. Has something changed? Where even are you. Check yourself. Feel your surroundings. Her hands aren't on you and your mouth is open. Open and empty, showing off a clean tongue. When did that happen? When did you swallow?

"Such a good toy for me. You look so pretty showing off your mouth for me like that. Look at me."

Eyes snap open. It's so bright. She's shining. Is that real? Nothing feels real. What's going on? You're shaking. Shivering. Starting to panic.

"Calm down."

You stop shaking. Stop worrying. Her voice sounds so pretty. You can imagine yourself getting lost in it.

"There you are. Good toy."

You like being a good toy for her. You know that at least. Even if nothing else makes sense.

"I'm glad I picked you. C'mere, let's get somewhere comfortable, let me help you make sense of this."

You're glad she picked you, too. She's so special. Whenever you look at her, it's like looking up at something miles above you. You feel tiny. Nothing makes sense except for her. Mouth still hanging dumbly open.

"Close your mouth. And, here we are."

"Then, pretty soon you'll all settle, so I'll only go over this once--"