Gripping tenaciously to his whopping huge jailor-to-be's fat bulbous uvula, the tiny man tries to claw his way back up and to the outside world. He will not go gently into that night, that portal below that he believes is his doom. Throat muscles keep squeezing him, constricting him, pulling at him to surrender. The tunnel keeps on with the tug-of-war relentlessly, and there can only be one winner.

He's not ready to leave his old world, job, friends and family behind. Ultimately resistance against such a being, an animal god of old times, is futile however, and the stupendous Gloria is now furious at his refusal to submit, be a well-behaved sacrifice, and be carried into the caresses of her slick folds and depths.

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