Tentacles
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
"Could you please just let me go?" Phil implored.
Smiling, Monique rested her face on her arms, inches away from where Phil stood on the table. Intimated by the proximity of her mouth, Phil tried to back up only to realize a giant book rested directly behind him cornering him. Monique let out a reflexive laugh, blasting Phil against the book with a strong puff of air.
"Now come on. You know Ms. Li gave me explicit orders to train you," Monique lectured.
Phil tried to respond, but suddenly her tongue shot out of her mouth. Before he could react, it wrapped itself around his leg and hoisted him into the air. Screaming, Phil was flailed around by her tentacle tongue. She raised her head far above the table and began to flip poor Phil to the left and right until his face rammed into each of her cheeks.
"Please stop!" Phil screamed.
Monique gave an expropriated sigh in relief, as if she was going to reluctantly accept his request. (She couldn't respond with words because her tongue was dangling out tossing Phil wildly about.) She stopped directly in front of her lip, leaving Phil dangling head first below. She effortlessly flipped him upwards, causing him to land on the front of her tongue. She raised her tongue upward at a rather steep angle and then let go of Phil's leg. He suddenly felt himself sliding downwards into her mouth, unprepared and unable to grab onto anything. He tried to hold onto bumps on her tongue, but they were too slimy from her saliva to provide effective grips. He looked in horror as he began to fall face first into the back of her throat. In a last ditch effort, he grabbed into the only solid thing he could find, her front teeth, in a last ditch effort to avoid his death. His legs kept sliding as his arms held on desperately. He barely held on as Monique's tongue slid against his body. Confused, he realized she was simply bringing her tongue back into her mouth.
Once she got her tongue back into her mouth, she began rubbing against Phil's stomach. He tried to resist the tickling feeling as he desperately tried to hold onto her teeth and not be swallowed.
"You're going to have to let go," she stated. Her mouth moving almost forcing him to. "Or you'll loose your hands."
Phil quickly realized what she meant as she began to close her mouth and clench her teeth. His fingers were quickly in a position in which if they did not let go, they'd be crushed in two. He let go, and instantaneously, her tongue underneath him thrust him upward against the top of her mouth.
Smiling, Monique rested her face on her arms, inches away from where Phil stood on the table. Intimated by the proximity of her mouth, Phil tried to back up only to realize a giant book rested directly behind him cornering him. Monique let out a reflexive laugh, blasting Phil against the book with a strong puff of air.
"Now come on. You know Ms. Li gave me explicit orders to train you," Monique lectured.
Phil tried to respond, but suddenly her tongue shot out of her mouth. Before he could react, it wrapped itself around his leg and hoisted him into the air. Screaming, Phil was flailed around by her tentacle tongue. She raised her head far above the table and began to flip poor Phil to the left and right until his face rammed into each of her cheeks.
"Please stop!" Phil screamed.
Monique gave an expropriated sigh in relief, as if she was going to reluctantly accept his request. (She couldn't respond with words because her tongue was dangling out tossing Phil wildly about.) She stopped directly in front of her lip, leaving Phil dangling head first below. She effortlessly flipped him upwards, causing him to land on the front of her tongue. She raised her tongue upward at a rather steep angle and then let go of Phil's leg. He suddenly felt himself sliding downwards into her mouth, unprepared and unable to grab onto anything. He tried to hold onto bumps on her tongue, but they were too slimy from her saliva to provide effective grips. He looked in horror as he began to fall face first into the back of her throat. In a last ditch effort, he grabbed into the only solid thing he could find, her front teeth, in a last ditch effort to avoid his death. His legs kept sliding as his arms held on desperately. He barely held on as Monique's tongue slid against his body. Confused, he realized she was simply bringing her tongue back into her mouth.
Once she got her tongue back into her mouth, she began rubbing against Phil's stomach. He tried to resist the tickling feeling as he desperately tried to hold onto her teeth and not be swallowed.
"You're going to have to let go," she stated. Her mouth moving almost forcing him to. "Or you'll loose your hands."
Phil quickly realized what she meant as she began to close her mouth and clench her teeth. His fingers were quickly in a position in which if they did not let go, they'd be crushed in two. He let go, and instantaneously, her tongue underneath him thrust him upward against the top of her mouth.
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