It started during dinner, after I bit my tongue, which I bit again almost immediately after. I was biting my tongue and couldn't stop.
For some reason, despite my efforts to avoid it, my teeth kept clipping the tip.
It was *almost* like my tongue was longer than before, but then there was no more *almost*. My tongue was definitely longer than before... and growing.
Soon I couldn't pull my tongue back far enough to close my jaw, my tongue stuck out between my teeth. Before even a minute past, it was too long for my lips to close.
I was panicking now, running across my room without a destination. They say a severe allergic shock can swell the tongue, and seal the airways shut.
Was I having a reaction to my meal? Was I going to suffocate?
But I didn't suffocate then, my tongue just grew and grew, unspooling from my mouth like a roll of toilet paper. Soon my tongue was touching my chest, my abdomen, my legs, and the floor.
Oh the floor! I could taste the godawful floor! Jaw locked open, unable to talk or eat, but I could taste the crumbs of dirt and fuzz on the floor.
It dragged behind me, snagging corners, so I wrapped it around my shoulders like a moist python. I needed to keep wrapping it around because it still kept growing, lengthening by the second.
Eventually becoming buried, tangled in flavour, trapped by the unbearable taste of the entire room, I did what I needed to.
I. Bit. It. Off.
But now the bloody stump is widening, breaking my jaw, and sealing my airway.