You stare at me as I begin to devour my sweet treat. A little ice pop. As you watch, I know you are picturing yourself as the tiny ice pop. Sliding down my throat. Stretching my mouth out wide as if you are a tongue compressor so that you may look deeper into my uvula. You wish to make your way down my neck just as the ice pop will. Perhaps I'll even bite chunks out of you. Or make you slowly melt on my tongue. I decide to test a theory and see if I have the power to turn you into my "little ice pop" - I wave the pop in your direction and BAM! You have been shrunken and now you will suffer ... Show more