"You are my goddess" = Phil lives
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
avonrepus
"You are...my goddess" said Phil weakly, struggling to rise up to his knees on Priscilla's hand. Phil broke a small smile toward the goddesses face, and feel back unto his rear do to his deteriorating condition. This only caused Priscilla to laugh in an uproar, Phil's world shaking with each laughing convulsion. Priscilla rose her hand to about face level so her eyes were looking at her pets face.
"That's right stinky," proclaimed Priscilla, hovering Phil close to her face, "I am your goddess, I am your world. Whatever you do, it is to please me because you worship me," she said, now dangling Phil by his ankle over her face, "you fear me." She began to gently swing Phil back and forth above her body before letting him plummet into her chest. The fall nearly caused Phil to loose consciousness and as he began to pull himself up, two large orbs came crashing over his body to sandwich him. Priscilla did this multiple times, releasing him and smothering him again, each crash being held longer and harder than the last. Finally with a thrust Phil fell in between her cleavage nearly broken and battered.
This was not the end of his torment however, as she quickly rose Phil in the air again by his leg. Nearly lifeless, Phil struggled to watch as the shifting body of Priscilla from face up to face down, revealing her ass cheeks to Phil again. "Time to worship your goddess again," ushered Priscilla,"don't be afraid to go deep into my anus this time."
With that, Priscilla quickly shoved Phil into her ass and thrust him into her anus with her middle finger. Now deep in her rectum, and Phil forced to breath for need of oxygen, Phil inhaled a large plume of noxious anal gas which invaded the entire space. Also the walls that entombed him began to pulsate and flex as Priscilla began to physically stimulate her muscles to further swallow Phil. From the confines of the ass, Phil could hear muffled whines and groans of pleasure, as Phil moved within her anal tract. After many minutes of Priscilla getting off on Phil's body, she forced him out of her anus with a large fart, to find Phil covered in slime and traces of feces.
"Eeeww!!" exclaimed Priscilla, grabbing and laying Phil on a tissue, "you are really stinky now, it's time to clean you up." Priscilla ran to the bathroom and ran Phil under the water from the sink, which was like a waterfall to Phil, getting pulverized by both the harsh water and the scrubbing of Priscilla's other hand. After some lathering and drying, she placed Phil on the counter and saw his shiny, but still emaciated body.
She returned to her room and placed Phil on her desk giving him his usually scraps to eat, before deciding what to do with him next. Suddenly an idea flashed in he eyes, which Phil knew all too well. Leaving Phil on the desk, she went to her closet to pull out a bottle of vodka which she hid away from her parents and began to drink from the bottle. After a couple of swigs from the bottle, Priscilla wiped the brow of her lip of the excess liquor and whatever inhibitions she had within her.
She returned the bottle to the original hiding place, locked her door, and removed all her articles of clothing forcefully, as if they were constricting her. She then began to slowly walk over to the desk. Instantly she fell to all fours and began to walk like a cat to the desk, Phil noticing her body was flexible and nimble. She returned to the front of the desk and slowly and seductively rose to her full stature. She took two fingers and grabbed Phil by the waist and slowly paced the room, looking intensely at him before stopping in the middle of her room, swaying from side to side with a dull eyed smile on her face.
"That's right stinky," proclaimed Priscilla, hovering Phil close to her face, "I am your goddess, I am your world. Whatever you do, it is to please me because you worship me," she said, now dangling Phil by his ankle over her face, "you fear me." She began to gently swing Phil back and forth above her body before letting him plummet into her chest. The fall nearly caused Phil to loose consciousness and as he began to pull himself up, two large orbs came crashing over his body to sandwich him. Priscilla did this multiple times, releasing him and smothering him again, each crash being held longer and harder than the last. Finally with a thrust Phil fell in between her cleavage nearly broken and battered.
This was not the end of his torment however, as she quickly rose Phil in the air again by his leg. Nearly lifeless, Phil struggled to watch as the shifting body of Priscilla from face up to face down, revealing her ass cheeks to Phil again. "Time to worship your goddess again," ushered Priscilla,"don't be afraid to go deep into my anus this time."
With that, Priscilla quickly shoved Phil into her ass and thrust him into her anus with her middle finger. Now deep in her rectum, and Phil forced to breath for need of oxygen, Phil inhaled a large plume of noxious anal gas which invaded the entire space. Also the walls that entombed him began to pulsate and flex as Priscilla began to physically stimulate her muscles to further swallow Phil. From the confines of the ass, Phil could hear muffled whines and groans of pleasure, as Phil moved within her anal tract. After many minutes of Priscilla getting off on Phil's body, she forced him out of her anus with a large fart, to find Phil covered in slime and traces of feces.
"Eeeww!!" exclaimed Priscilla, grabbing and laying Phil on a tissue, "you are really stinky now, it's time to clean you up." Priscilla ran to the bathroom and ran Phil under the water from the sink, which was like a waterfall to Phil, getting pulverized by both the harsh water and the scrubbing of Priscilla's other hand. After some lathering and drying, she placed Phil on the counter and saw his shiny, but still emaciated body.
She returned to her room and placed Phil on her desk giving him his usually scraps to eat, before deciding what to do with him next. Suddenly an idea flashed in he eyes, which Phil knew all too well. Leaving Phil on the desk, she went to her closet to pull out a bottle of vodka which she hid away from her parents and began to drink from the bottle. After a couple of swigs from the bottle, Priscilla wiped the brow of her lip of the excess liquor and whatever inhibitions she had within her.
She returned the bottle to the original hiding place, locked her door, and removed all her articles of clothing forcefully, as if they were constricting her. She then began to slowly walk over to the desk. Instantly she fell to all fours and began to walk like a cat to the desk, Phil noticing her body was flexible and nimble. She returned to the front of the desk and slowly and seductively rose to her full stature. She took two fingers and grabbed Phil by the waist and slowly paced the room, looking intensely at him before stopping in the middle of her room, swaying from side to side with a dull eyed smile on her face.
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March 24, 2025
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