Becky's Friend and Pudding
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Phil looked up from his sister's giant cupped hands, and saw her unfavorably looking back down at him. She almost rolled her eyes as she looked down at the scrawny, spit covered boy in her hands.
“You can make it up to me in my sock,” she finished, wrapping the fingers of one hand around him and casually walking back to her own table, across the lunchroom. Phil's heart sank – he hadn't really expected her to be nice to him, because she never had been. Putting him in her sock was not the worst thing she'd ever done to him, but it was her favorite way to torture him, by far, and he had already spent many hours of his life being playfully mashed between her smelly toes.
As she arrived and sat down, she dumped him out onto the table, face down.
“Oh!” exclaimed the unfamiliar voice of a teenage girl in front of him, “Is this your little brother?”
Before he could even look up to see the girl's face, a large finger came down on his back, mashing his bare chest into the cold surface of the table. He lifted his head as much as he could, but could only see about up to her chin. She had perfect, curly brown hair coming down a bit past her shoulders, and was already snickering at his plight under her finger.
“Yeah, that's him. He just about got eaten by some freshmen over there, but I saved him,” Becky giggled. “He owes me so I'm gonna put him in my sock for the rest of the day.”
“That's gonna stink,” the unknown girl laughed at his misfortune, while looking the tiny boy over. “They were really going to eat him?” She added, with a chuckle. “Well, I guess I could see that, he looks pretty tasty to me too,” she snickered.
“Let me up...!” Phil whimpered toward the unknown face of the girl pinning him to the cold table. She just giggled in response, as he squirmed, trying to get out from under her finger. It was obvious that he couldn't, and she began playfully rolling her finger all over his back, until he finally gave up, and quit struggling at all.
“Your sister told me you were a wimp, but this is just plain sad,” she teased, as her thumb slid under him and grabbed him by the chest. He found himself between her thumb and forefinger, and felt a lurching feeling in his stomach as he was lifted high in the air, greeted by the giant girl's grinning face, looming just like a billboard in front of him...
Her skin was fair and smooth, and her eyes were pale green, and everything about her face seemed perfect and lovely. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen! Her curly brown hair bounced all around her face, going up and over her forehead, like a rainbow. Her eyes were wide, and she looked playful and innocent compared to the girls he'd been around lately.
“Mind if I have a taste for myself?” she politely asked, with a playful smile.
Phil was mesmerized by the beautiful curves and perfect, almost creamy features of this girl's face. The thought of being overtaken by her gorgeous pink lips, and overpowered by her sticky, slick, sweet tongue was suddenly not at all repulsive. His jaw dropped, and he slowly shook his head that he didn't mind at all.
“No, go at it,” Becky replied.
“Hey look, I think he actually likes the idea,” the giant girl giggled, seeing his response.
“Really?” Becky replied, surprised. “Hmm... he must like you or something,” she snickered.
The girl grinned and looked Phil right in the eyes. “Is that right? Do you like me?” she giggled.
Phil blushed and looked away, suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. Her finger and thumb gave him a quick squeeze, as he found himself being brought closer to her giant face. He looked into her eyes again, and he could see that she was staring intently back into his.
“Aww, that's so cute, he's blushing,” she snickered. “Since you DO like me, I think I should make this a little more fun for us,” she smiled. With that, she suddenly brought her plastic fork underneath him with the bottom of it facing toward her.
“Hey... what are you doing!” Phil yelled, suddenly afraid that he was about to be skewered from below.
“I'm not going to stab you, just wait...” she said, focusing on what she was doing. She took her thumb and bent the two middle prongs away from her, toward Becky, and slid the tiny boy in right where they had been. His back was resting on the prongs, but he was about to slide off until she repositioned her thumb on his chest, suddenly putting all the pressure bending back the two prongs on his body as well.
“Now little boy, just spread out your arms, and your legs...” she continued, starting to chuckle. He did as she said, and suddenly the fork snapped back to its normal position as she released her thumb from his chest. His arms and legs were caught, rather painfully, by the prongs of the fork at each end.
“Perfect...!” she happily finished. She turned the fork around, with the bottom of it facing Becky to show her the result of her actions. Phil was caught in the fork, staring at his sister's delighted face, unable to move at all.
“That's awesome!” Becky exclaimed. “I didn't realize I could do that – we'll being doing this all the time from now on, when we're at home, twerp,” she snickered. Phil began to struggle against the plastic of the fork, but there was nothing he could do. He was quite stuck.
“And now...” the girl continued, twirling the fork back around so she could see him, “I hope you like pudding, 'cuz you're about to get more of it than you can handle, little boy,” she snickered.
The next thing he knew, he was being plunged into a cup of dark, brown pudding – something he was already familiar with – and after a moment of being submerged in the sweet chocolate, he felt himself lifting out of it. His body was covered in it, even his face, and he couldn't see a thing until a huge, warm, slick object blanketed his body and slid across him, from bottom to top. He was left with a layer of sticky saliva all over his body, mixed with pudding, and he looked forward to see the huge, almost goofy grinning face of the beautiful girl who had just licked the pudding off of him.
Before he could think to speak, she laughed and plunged him back into the pudding. He got it in his mouth this time, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of the sweet chocolate himself before he was out of the pudding again. This time he could hear it coming as she giggled, but there was nothing he could do as she ran him along her tongue. He opened his eyes in time to see the overwhelming sight of her enormous tongue, finishing its sticky invasion of his tiny body, but he only got a glance at her beautiful grinning face before she laughed and he was plunged into her pudding again.
After his third trip from the pudding cup to her awaiting tongue, the girl stopped and looked at the tiny boy who was caught in her pudding smeared fork, gasping to catch some air. “You don't even know my name, do you?” she smiled, a bit amused at the fact. “I'm Kristen, pleased to meet ya,” she giggled.
“More like 'pleased to eat ya',” Becky added from across the table, with a chuckle.
Kristen cocked her head to the side a little, and stuck out her tongue again, this time covering the tiny boy's face with the end of it. She rubbed it around on his face for a few seconds, before she quit and returned her tongue to her grinning mouth. “Mmmmm...!” she teased, as she plunged him into her pudding again, continuing their routine of dipping a licking.
It went on for several more rounds, with the giant girl barely giving the tiny boy enough time to get a gasp of air before he was plunged back into the pudding and she took him out for another slimy trip across her awaiting tongue. Becky just sat there and watched as her brother was overtaken again and again by her friend's giant tongue. Kristen did it so many times that Becky began to get bored of it. Finally Kristen stopped as she heard her teacher yelling for her students to go back to class.
“Here, I gotta go throw my crap away,” she said, as she handed the fork over to Becky, and scooted the pudding across to her as well. “I'll be right back,” she said, as she walked to throw away her trash.
Phil suddenly felt sick to his stomach, as the fork turned and he faced the familiar sight of his sister, slouching in front of him, with an expression on her giant face simply of boredom. She began to grin, however, as she stared into her tiny brother's eyes.
“My turn, twerp,” she proclaimed with a smirk, before she opened her mouth and her tongue descended, creating a giant pink U-shape over her bottom lip. He felt like he would puke, as her slimy, awaiting tongue became larger and larger in his vision, until he was looking up his snickering sister's nostrils as she finally pressed him into her tongue with the fork.
She ran her tongue flat across his body and the fork, left-to-right, as he coughed and hacked, and actually gagged a few times. It made him so sick to be totally overpowered by his sister and forced against her tongue – It had felt different when Kristen did it, he thought.
Before he knew it, his sister was repeating Kristen's game of dunking him into the pudding and licking it off – and it was making Phil sicker and sicker with every round. He had almost liked it as Kristen was doing it – her face was so beautiful and being pressed to her tongue as she giggled at him didn't feel gross at all. When it was Becky's face greeting him from every slimy, humiliating lick, he just wanted to puke.
“S-stop it Beck-eck-y!” he finally called out, even though he knew it was useless.
“No,” she said, dunking him back into the pudding. On the next lick, she took extra care to rub her slimy tongue all over him for an extra long time. He caught glimpses of her taut upper lip and her teeth, grinning evilly, as she pummeled him one last time with her tongue. When she finished, she pulled him back from her face a bit, and spoke again. “Just give up, you know I can do whatever I want to you, twerp,” she smirked down.
“I know you can... you're the boss, Becky...” he conceded.
“And speaking of that, are you ready to go in my sock and get squashed by my big, smelly toes all day?” she added, with an enthusiastic grin. He looked her in the eyes – he knew better than to tell the truth and make her mad.
“Yes, Becky...” he replied, defeated.
“OK then!” she smiled, then leaned forward and gave him one last giant humiliating lick. She then pulled him out of the prongs of the fork rather forcefully, and dumped him onto the cold table again as she brought her foot up to seat with her and began unlacing her sneaker.
Kristen returned about that time, and sat down again across from Becky. “You putting him in your sock now?” she asked, with a grin.
“Yup,” Becky replied. Phil looked up at the beautiful, curly haired girl, pleading with his eyes for help. He didn't find any hope in her eyes, though – although sweet, she seemed to be excited at the prospect of seeing the tiny boy get squashed between his own big sister's toes.
“You're lucky it's not MY sock you're getting trapped in – my feet never smell very good,” she giggled.
Becky then looked over at the pretty brunette, and with a grin said...
“You can make it up to me in my sock,” she finished, wrapping the fingers of one hand around him and casually walking back to her own table, across the lunchroom. Phil's heart sank – he hadn't really expected her to be nice to him, because she never had been. Putting him in her sock was not the worst thing she'd ever done to him, but it was her favorite way to torture him, by far, and he had already spent many hours of his life being playfully mashed between her smelly toes.
As she arrived and sat down, she dumped him out onto the table, face down.
“Oh!” exclaimed the unfamiliar voice of a teenage girl in front of him, “Is this your little brother?”
Before he could even look up to see the girl's face, a large finger came down on his back, mashing his bare chest into the cold surface of the table. He lifted his head as much as he could, but could only see about up to her chin. She had perfect, curly brown hair coming down a bit past her shoulders, and was already snickering at his plight under her finger.
“Yeah, that's him. He just about got eaten by some freshmen over there, but I saved him,” Becky giggled. “He owes me so I'm gonna put him in my sock for the rest of the day.”
“That's gonna stink,” the unknown girl laughed at his misfortune, while looking the tiny boy over. “They were really going to eat him?” She added, with a chuckle. “Well, I guess I could see that, he looks pretty tasty to me too,” she snickered.
“Let me up...!” Phil whimpered toward the unknown face of the girl pinning him to the cold table. She just giggled in response, as he squirmed, trying to get out from under her finger. It was obvious that he couldn't, and she began playfully rolling her finger all over his back, until he finally gave up, and quit struggling at all.
“Your sister told me you were a wimp, but this is just plain sad,” she teased, as her thumb slid under him and grabbed him by the chest. He found himself between her thumb and forefinger, and felt a lurching feeling in his stomach as he was lifted high in the air, greeted by the giant girl's grinning face, looming just like a billboard in front of him...
Her skin was fair and smooth, and her eyes were pale green, and everything about her face seemed perfect and lovely. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen! Her curly brown hair bounced all around her face, going up and over her forehead, like a rainbow. Her eyes were wide, and she looked playful and innocent compared to the girls he'd been around lately.
“Mind if I have a taste for myself?” she politely asked, with a playful smile.
Phil was mesmerized by the beautiful curves and perfect, almost creamy features of this girl's face. The thought of being overtaken by her gorgeous pink lips, and overpowered by her sticky, slick, sweet tongue was suddenly not at all repulsive. His jaw dropped, and he slowly shook his head that he didn't mind at all.
“No, go at it,” Becky replied.
“Hey look, I think he actually likes the idea,” the giant girl giggled, seeing his response.
“Really?” Becky replied, surprised. “Hmm... he must like you or something,” she snickered.
The girl grinned and looked Phil right in the eyes. “Is that right? Do you like me?” she giggled.
Phil blushed and looked away, suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. Her finger and thumb gave him a quick squeeze, as he found himself being brought closer to her giant face. He looked into her eyes again, and he could see that she was staring intently back into his.
“Aww, that's so cute, he's blushing,” she snickered. “Since you DO like me, I think I should make this a little more fun for us,” she smiled. With that, she suddenly brought her plastic fork underneath him with the bottom of it facing toward her.
“Hey... what are you doing!” Phil yelled, suddenly afraid that he was about to be skewered from below.
“I'm not going to stab you, just wait...” she said, focusing on what she was doing. She took her thumb and bent the two middle prongs away from her, toward Becky, and slid the tiny boy in right where they had been. His back was resting on the prongs, but he was about to slide off until she repositioned her thumb on his chest, suddenly putting all the pressure bending back the two prongs on his body as well.
“Now little boy, just spread out your arms, and your legs...” she continued, starting to chuckle. He did as she said, and suddenly the fork snapped back to its normal position as she released her thumb from his chest. His arms and legs were caught, rather painfully, by the prongs of the fork at each end.
“Perfect...!” she happily finished. She turned the fork around, with the bottom of it facing Becky to show her the result of her actions. Phil was caught in the fork, staring at his sister's delighted face, unable to move at all.
“That's awesome!” Becky exclaimed. “I didn't realize I could do that – we'll being doing this all the time from now on, when we're at home, twerp,” she snickered. Phil began to struggle against the plastic of the fork, but there was nothing he could do. He was quite stuck.
“And now...” the girl continued, twirling the fork back around so she could see him, “I hope you like pudding, 'cuz you're about to get more of it than you can handle, little boy,” she snickered.
The next thing he knew, he was being plunged into a cup of dark, brown pudding – something he was already familiar with – and after a moment of being submerged in the sweet chocolate, he felt himself lifting out of it. His body was covered in it, even his face, and he couldn't see a thing until a huge, warm, slick object blanketed his body and slid across him, from bottom to top. He was left with a layer of sticky saliva all over his body, mixed with pudding, and he looked forward to see the huge, almost goofy grinning face of the beautiful girl who had just licked the pudding off of him.
Before he could think to speak, she laughed and plunged him back into the pudding. He got it in his mouth this time, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of the sweet chocolate himself before he was out of the pudding again. This time he could hear it coming as she giggled, but there was nothing he could do as she ran him along her tongue. He opened his eyes in time to see the overwhelming sight of her enormous tongue, finishing its sticky invasion of his tiny body, but he only got a glance at her beautiful grinning face before she laughed and he was plunged into her pudding again.
After his third trip from the pudding cup to her awaiting tongue, the girl stopped and looked at the tiny boy who was caught in her pudding smeared fork, gasping to catch some air. “You don't even know my name, do you?” she smiled, a bit amused at the fact. “I'm Kristen, pleased to meet ya,” she giggled.
“More like 'pleased to eat ya',” Becky added from across the table, with a chuckle.
Kristen cocked her head to the side a little, and stuck out her tongue again, this time covering the tiny boy's face with the end of it. She rubbed it around on his face for a few seconds, before she quit and returned her tongue to her grinning mouth. “Mmmmm...!” she teased, as she plunged him into her pudding again, continuing their routine of dipping a licking.
It went on for several more rounds, with the giant girl barely giving the tiny boy enough time to get a gasp of air before he was plunged back into the pudding and she took him out for another slimy trip across her awaiting tongue. Becky just sat there and watched as her brother was overtaken again and again by her friend's giant tongue. Kristen did it so many times that Becky began to get bored of it. Finally Kristen stopped as she heard her teacher yelling for her students to go back to class.
“Here, I gotta go throw my crap away,” she said, as she handed the fork over to Becky, and scooted the pudding across to her as well. “I'll be right back,” she said, as she walked to throw away her trash.
Phil suddenly felt sick to his stomach, as the fork turned and he faced the familiar sight of his sister, slouching in front of him, with an expression on her giant face simply of boredom. She began to grin, however, as she stared into her tiny brother's eyes.
“My turn, twerp,” she proclaimed with a smirk, before she opened her mouth and her tongue descended, creating a giant pink U-shape over her bottom lip. He felt like he would puke, as her slimy, awaiting tongue became larger and larger in his vision, until he was looking up his snickering sister's nostrils as she finally pressed him into her tongue with the fork.
She ran her tongue flat across his body and the fork, left-to-right, as he coughed and hacked, and actually gagged a few times. It made him so sick to be totally overpowered by his sister and forced against her tongue – It had felt different when Kristen did it, he thought.
Before he knew it, his sister was repeating Kristen's game of dunking him into the pudding and licking it off – and it was making Phil sicker and sicker with every round. He had almost liked it as Kristen was doing it – her face was so beautiful and being pressed to her tongue as she giggled at him didn't feel gross at all. When it was Becky's face greeting him from every slimy, humiliating lick, he just wanted to puke.
“S-stop it Beck-eck-y!” he finally called out, even though he knew it was useless.
“No,” she said, dunking him back into the pudding. On the next lick, she took extra care to rub her slimy tongue all over him for an extra long time. He caught glimpses of her taut upper lip and her teeth, grinning evilly, as she pummeled him one last time with her tongue. When she finished, she pulled him back from her face a bit, and spoke again. “Just give up, you know I can do whatever I want to you, twerp,” she smirked down.
“I know you can... you're the boss, Becky...” he conceded.
“And speaking of that, are you ready to go in my sock and get squashed by my big, smelly toes all day?” she added, with an enthusiastic grin. He looked her in the eyes – he knew better than to tell the truth and make her mad.
“Yes, Becky...” he replied, defeated.
“OK then!” she smiled, then leaned forward and gave him one last giant humiliating lick. She then pulled him out of the prongs of the fork rather forcefully, and dumped him onto the cold table again as she brought her foot up to seat with her and began unlacing her sneaker.
Kristen returned about that time, and sat down again across from Becky. “You putting him in your sock now?” she asked, with a grin.
“Yup,” Becky replied. Phil looked up at the beautiful, curly haired girl, pleading with his eyes for help. He didn't find any hope in her eyes, though – although sweet, she seemed to be excited at the prospect of seeing the tiny boy get squashed between his own big sister's toes.
“You're lucky it's not MY sock you're getting trapped in – my feet never smell very good,” she giggled.
Becky then looked over at the pretty brunette, and with a grin said...
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