I turn my slug body towards the sleeping Emily

In this new and disgusting body of mine, there are times when thinking becomes especially challenging. It happens mostly when there is food involved, when the natural instincts of the slug I have become have to take over my appaled human mind in order to consume what I gotta consume in order to keep on living for a few more days.

And right now I can feel that exact same instinct pushing me forward. But not towards the door and the potential freedom it entails. Instead, I feel a wave of pure purpose forcibly focusing my attention into the sleeping girl right in front of me.

I resist the urge for a few moments. After all, everything I've wanted during the last five weeks has been to get away from Emily and this cursed crystal jar sitting behind me.
But what are the options? What happens if I run away from this terrifying place? I'm a creepy oversized slug who can't communicate with anyone. What would any person do where they to find such a disgusting creature crawling towards them? At best, I could expect a quick ****. At worst, I might very well end up in another jar.

So I decide to relax my conflicted mind and allow my natural instincts to take control, and the very next moment my slimy 15cm long body is already crawling down the table, slowly but steadily, while leaving a trail of wet mucose.

It takes me 2 minutes to get to Emily's bed, and another 5 minutes to climb it while moving my way between the blankets and being extra careful to not alert the sleeping girl.
At some point, I finally find myself staring directly at Emily's face. She is sleeping soundly on her right side, with the right arm under the pillow and the left over the belly. It's weird seeing her in the dark without her glasses, and despite the **** I've been subjected under her 'care', I have to admit that she is very cute.

However, right now I'm way too scared to properly appreciate her beauty. If she ever woke up, it'd be the end of me. I would be put straight back into that jar and she would make sure I never have the chance to escape ever again.

So again... why am I here? Why exactly did I crawl all the way into the wolf's den?

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Ah... Is that impulse again. It's telling me to... to... oh... I see...

Her head... I need to get into her head...

But how do I do that? And for what purpose? ...It really doesn't matter, does it? All I know is that I need to get to her brain somehow...
So once again, I loosen out and allow my instincts to take control.
My tiny mouth opens, and a tentacle I've never seen before comes out straight from the bottom of it. It is thicker and way shorter than the other three. More than a tentacle, it looks like a prolongation of my esophagus, like a stomach turned inside out.
Whatever its nature is, once it gets a little longer, I notice a tiny thorn-like chitinous sting sprouting from the tip. And before I can process this situation, that sting of mine is already biting into Emily's neck.

Predictably so, Emily immediately shifts uncomfortably, she complaints in her sleep and starts moving the left hand towards her neck.
However, whatever is the chemical I just released into her bloodstream, it takes effect astoundingly quick, and some 4 seconds after the sting, the girl stops moving entirely, with an expression that looks even more relaxed than before.

Once I'm done, I immediately retract the appendage back into my mouth and crawl back a few centimeters, feeling totally on edge.
However, after a full minute, nothing happens. So I let out a mental sigh of relief.

But this endeavor is only the first step towards my objective.

Next thing, I crawl directly towards her mouth, until I can feel her warm breath caressing my mollusk-like face.
I hesitate for a few moments, having a hard time believing what I'm about to do. But there is no time to waste.

So I carefully lean forward and press my face against her soft welcoming lips. For a second here it's almost like I'm kissing her.
But then I push further in, and those wet lips quietly sepparate, not offering any resistance against the disgusting intruder.

This is a morbidly surrealistic experience, but I do not hesitate anymore. So I keep crawling forward, feeling the two rows of teeth scratching my slimy body from both sides while I slowly **** my way between the palate and the tongue, surrounded by a thick slippery mixture of my own mucose and the girl's drool. I take my time, allowing the undulating movement of my tubular body and the wiggling of my tail to do the work, all in a concerto of wet noises and little bubbles.

Once I've made my way to the pharynx and only a few centimeters of my tail still remain sticking out from Emily's lips, I don't look down to the esophagus. Instead, I look up and start crawling up to the wider nasal cavity.
However, this time I move way quicker, because the moment I pressed upward, Emily's whole body stiffened, opened her mouth and started making scary noises. The reason for that would be that I'm right now blocking any air from coming in, so she can't breath.

Some 10 very nasty seconds after, most of my body has already entered(or more like crammed) into her nasal cavity, so the **** girl calms down, now breathing through her mouth.

Now what?

Now my slimy body bends upward and I press my mouth at the exact point my instincts tell me.

It turns out that at the top of the nasal cavity, right where the olfactory nerves are, there is a very thin bone called ethmoid bone, which is the only thing sepparating the brain from the inner nose. And that's the part I start to work on. My round mouth widens out and attaches itself over that tissue like a leech and immediately starts releasing a series of juices and chemicals that slowly melt flesh and bone in a way that not even a drop of blood can be seen. Only the same thick mucose that surrounds everything.

The process goes on surprisingly quick. And it only takes a few minutes until I've managed to open a 0,7cm hole. Very small, but enough for me to pass through it and finally reach the girl's brain.