strip and shower
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
deethirteen
At Kate tells the other girls about sex, Phil casually took his shoes, shirt and pants off. He got under the water, his back towards the girls. The cold water made his tiny body shiver allover. He ran the water over every inch of his body, trying his best to wash the milk off his skin.
Abotu halfway through, giant fingers picked up your clothes. Upon looking, Phil saw Franky moving the clothes to the adjacent sink, running them under hot water. She must've finished her story while I wasn't looking, Phil thought.
A chorus of giggles erupted around Phil. The rest of the girls were now standing around the sink, looking down at his tiny wet form. Phil immediatly covered himself, blushing.
"He's so cute." Kate said chuckled.
"Uh, can't I get some privacy, please?" Phil asks, turning beat red.
"Nu-uh!" Sheree teased.
"Girls, give him some space." Franky said, cleaning the milk off Phil's tiny pants.
"But-" Kate protested.
"You can fawn over him once he's clean." Franky stated. "Come back in a few minutes."
Grumbling, the other girls left the room.
"See you in a few minutes, Philly!" Kate chirped. Once they were gone, Franky ran Phil's clothes under the automatic drier. Phil stepped out of the sinkwater, shaking himself off.
"Hold on, I'll help you get dry." Franky said, reaching down to him.
"No thanks, I'm fine." Phil replied, trying to get his hair dry. Franky giggled.
"Oh, come here, you silly boy." She gently wrapped her hand around Phil and lifted him up.
"H-Hey!" He protested.
"Oh, relax.." Franky held Phil's wet body underneath the drier. The machine's heat quickly spread over him, blowing all the water particles off his skin. Phil laughed at the tickling sensation.
"Having fun?" Franky asked.
"Get me away from this thing!" Phil shouted, struggling not to laugh again.
"Oh, you're almost dry now. Be patient..."
Abotu halfway through, giant fingers picked up your clothes. Upon looking, Phil saw Franky moving the clothes to the adjacent sink, running them under hot water. She must've finished her story while I wasn't looking, Phil thought.
A chorus of giggles erupted around Phil. The rest of the girls were now standing around the sink, looking down at his tiny wet form. Phil immediatly covered himself, blushing.
"He's so cute." Kate said chuckled.
"Uh, can't I get some privacy, please?" Phil asks, turning beat red.
"Nu-uh!" Sheree teased.
"Girls, give him some space." Franky said, cleaning the milk off Phil's tiny pants.
"But-" Kate protested.
"You can fawn over him once he's clean." Franky stated. "Come back in a few minutes."
Grumbling, the other girls left the room.
"See you in a few minutes, Philly!" Kate chirped. Once they were gone, Franky ran Phil's clothes under the automatic drier. Phil stepped out of the sinkwater, shaking himself off.
"Hold on, I'll help you get dry." Franky said, reaching down to him.
"No thanks, I'm fine." Phil replied, trying to get his hair dry. Franky giggled.
"Oh, come here, you silly boy." She gently wrapped her hand around Phil and lifted him up.
"H-Hey!" He protested.
"Oh, relax.." Franky held Phil's wet body underneath the drier. The machine's heat quickly spread over him, blowing all the water particles off his skin. Phil laughed at the tickling sensation.
"Having fun?" Franky asked.
"Get me away from this thing!" Phil shouted, struggling not to laugh again.
"Oh, you're almost dry now. Be patient..."
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March 24, 2025
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