Alice's panicked gurgles ceased abruptly as the Blob covered her nose. All air was cut off as she smothered in the creature's liquid embrace. The world assumed a blurry, Daliesque surreality as the Blob's transparent body covered her eyes. Alice's futile struggles delayed the inevitable; black spots were already appearing in her vision. "I'm going to die," she thought. The Blob had other plans.
The "lick" that Alice felt was a preliminary taste. It was the creature's initial investigation of a potential meal. Now, having discovered three different openings on her body, the Blob saw an opportunity to taste Alice inside and out.
It filled her mouth, flowing over her perfect white teeth, swirling around her pink tongue. Even as she suffocated, Alice could taste the creature. It was a surprising taste; sweet and sour, like honeyed lemon. A memory of Roy's cock pierced her fading consciousness. He liked flavored lubricants; one brand tasted like this creature.
Alice opened her mouth wider in mnemotic response. The creature flowed down her throat. Alice's throat swallowed and rippled as her gag and cough reflexes went into overdrive. There was a battle: as the creature flowed into her, her body simultaneously tried to expel it. Her partially digested sandwich erupted out of her stomach into her esophagus.
The Blob stopped at the larynx, pausing briefly to consider the flap separating gullet and windpipe. It parted itself to enter both tunnels. One stream continued down her esophagus, picking up and absorbing bits and pieces of her sandwich. It merged her acids into itself as it flowed through her stomach.