You look up and see Bobbi smiling at her sister, both curious and terrified about what she plans to do to you. Bobbi reaches out to you, and with barely more than a flick of her wrist, she tosses you from your spot on the center of the table, near the salt shakers and sugar packets, right onto her plate of angel-hair pasta. Sprawled flat on a pile of pasta, you're already covered in tomato sauce, with head-sized chunks of tomato and ground beef all around you. You try to stand, but find it too slippery from the butter, and you fall back down. The girls both laugh. This is humiliating.
"The perfect topping," says Bobbi. "And I know I should save him for dessert, but what the hell. I'm hungry now." The two of them laugh again as you look up to see an enormous fork descending upon you. You see it as four spears about to impale you, so despite your predicament you start to wriggle away. This causes the fork to stop, and as it remains hovering in the air, the voice of the titanic blonde teenager Bobbi comes down from above: "STOP SQUIRMING, OR I'LL STAB YOU." You have no intention of staying still, but Bobbi's index finger comes down too, and since it's thicker than you are, she has no problem holding you in place. She lowers the fork as you close your eyes and wait for the end, but you discover to your surprise she just wants to ensnare you. It's a tight fit between the separate tines of the fork, but you can still breathe, at this point maybe the most you can hope for. Bobbie lifts you a couple of feet at your scale, making sure you won't fall out, and looking up you can see her smile again. You don't like this girl at all.
Bobbi lifts you up as you struggle to break free. You know you have a ways to fall if you succeed, but you never know, you might land back on the plate of food, and besides, Bobbi's mouth is certain doom. Still, you can hardly budge, and soon enough you're surrounded by something dark, hot, and completely wet. You're in Bobbi's mouth.
It may be the first time you've been stuffed whole into the mouth of a hot, blonde teenage girl, but your visit doesn't last. You're still hooked onto the fork, and all of a sudden you feel yourself ripped back out into the light, dripping in Bobbi's saliva.
Your giantess captor holds you in front of her mouth. "EWWWW, GROSS," she says. You continue to stare at Bobbi, but from behind you can hear her older sister. "So you're not going to eat him?" asks Suzi. "He does look too big. You'd have to chew him all up and swallow him. That's gross."
Bobbi smiles and looks back at her sister.