His "Girlfriend's" Toejam...
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Phil could only stare straight ahead at Kristen's gigantic blue-jean knees, pressing down into her enormous bed. She didn't speak for a little while... He knew she was pondering what to do with him next. As she thought, he felt her enormous finger caressing his back. His giant new “girlfriend” was admiring him, amazed at him and just how easily she had turned him into her human jolly-rancher. She was taking it in... he was her new possession.
“Kristen, please, just untie me,” she heard his tiny voice finally squeak.
“I... um...” she started. “Oh,” she giggled, “No way!” She had nearly been in a trance, it seemed, as her finger had slid again and again across his tiny, honey-saliva-covered back. Her finger finally stopped, and she quickly grabbed him and flipped him over. Upside down, his girlfriend's perfect, grinning face leaned into view. “I'm nowhere NEAR done playing with you yet, sweetie!” she giggled.
“This isn't fair!” Phil cried.
“What?” the giant girl giggled down, “I thought you said you liked me! Admit it, you liked being in my mouth...”
“Just untie me!” he began to sob.
“What's your problem!” Kristen retorted. “I know your sister has been a lot meaner than this to you, and I've even agreed to keep my feet away from you!” she added. Just after she said that, she hopped up and ran to the window. “Looks like my family's pulling in the driveway, so I only have a few more minutes alone with you,” she grinned, turning back towards Phil, hogtied on the bed.
“Fine, since you APPARENTLY don't like doing these things my way, I'll untie you...” she reached down and tugged on a few strings until they became loose. As she pulled away the strings, she lifted him up into her soft palms up to her beautiful face. Her giant tongue slid out of her mouth as she laughed, exhaling her hot breath on the tiny boy who was being shoved closer and closer. As she shoved him in her mouth again, was was suddenly surrounded by her hot, sticky saliva. To Kristen's delight he fought back, so she mashed him to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and started sucking harder and harder. He finally quit fighting, at which point she opened her mouth and spit him out in her hand.
She giggled as he coughed up her spit and sputtered in her hand.
“I'm gonna have to hide you somewhere, kiddo, cause my family's home. But... since I had to give up what I wanted when I untied you, I've decided that any FOOT stuff is completely fair, honeybunn,” she grinned. She clasped her soft hand around his saliva covered body before he could protest, and walked over to her sock drawer. “This is what your sister wanted me to do to you in the FIRST place,” she grinned.
The next thing Phil knew, he was being dangled over one of Kristen's white cotton socks, and plummeting to the bottom he heard her giggling as she improvised a little tune:
“My feet were made for walking...
...and that's just what they do...
...my big-old-giant dirty feet, will walk all over you!”
The sock swung back and forth as she walked back to the bed and sat down. He looked up the long tunnel of the sock, at his beautiful girlfriend's face, her curly brown hair dangling down. She gave him one last wink, before she went out of sight and he instead saw something very familiar at the top of the tunnel... her giant dirty toes.
Her toes entered the sock and he could instantly smell the dirt and sweat, just what he'd smelled when she walked on him earlier. He helplessly watched as she slid her foot further and further into the sock, bringing him him closer and closer to her smelly toes. Before he knew it, he had been touched by them, and they quickly wrapped around him and started squeezing his sticky, spit-covered body. He felt the sock pull tight around him, and heard her voice high above:
“Aww! Perfect, you fit perfect!” Kristen giggled, “We must be meant to be!” she added, as she wiggled her stinky toes around him, forcing the smell into the tiny boy's nostrils. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn't get a word out with Kristen's sweaty, grimy toes wiggling around, muffling every word.
“Now you're my toejam, huh?” she teased. “Phil is his girlfriend's toejam!” she sang, mockingly, as she hopped up off the bed and started walking around. The extra weight added more pressure. “You're nothin' compared to me, kiddo,” Kristen continued teasing. “So lick my feet, you insignificant worm!” she giggled, trying to get into it. “I'm your queen, little slave boy, so you must do everything I say!” she continued, giggling at her own antics. “Lick my beautiful feet! NOW!” she teased, and to her surprise actually felt his tiny tongue, weakly licking between her second and third toe, even as she playfully squashed him between them.
Suddenly came a knock on the door, and someone entered:
“Kristen, what are you doing in here?” came a man's voice. It was her father.
“...Nothing,” Kristen replied, suddenly very hushed and silent. Her smelly toes wrapped tightly around the captive little boy.
After an awkward silence, he finally spoke again...
“Kristen, please, just untie me,” she heard his tiny voice finally squeak.
“I... um...” she started. “Oh,” she giggled, “No way!” She had nearly been in a trance, it seemed, as her finger had slid again and again across his tiny, honey-saliva-covered back. Her finger finally stopped, and she quickly grabbed him and flipped him over. Upside down, his girlfriend's perfect, grinning face leaned into view. “I'm nowhere NEAR done playing with you yet, sweetie!” she giggled.
“This isn't fair!” Phil cried.
“What?” the giant girl giggled down, “I thought you said you liked me! Admit it, you liked being in my mouth...”
“Just untie me!” he began to sob.
“What's your problem!” Kristen retorted. “I know your sister has been a lot meaner than this to you, and I've even agreed to keep my feet away from you!” she added. Just after she said that, she hopped up and ran to the window. “Looks like my family's pulling in the driveway, so I only have a few more minutes alone with you,” she grinned, turning back towards Phil, hogtied on the bed.
“Fine, since you APPARENTLY don't like doing these things my way, I'll untie you...” she reached down and tugged on a few strings until they became loose. As she pulled away the strings, she lifted him up into her soft palms up to her beautiful face. Her giant tongue slid out of her mouth as she laughed, exhaling her hot breath on the tiny boy who was being shoved closer and closer. As she shoved him in her mouth again, was was suddenly surrounded by her hot, sticky saliva. To Kristen's delight he fought back, so she mashed him to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and started sucking harder and harder. He finally quit fighting, at which point she opened her mouth and spit him out in her hand.
She giggled as he coughed up her spit and sputtered in her hand.
“I'm gonna have to hide you somewhere, kiddo, cause my family's home. But... since I had to give up what I wanted when I untied you, I've decided that any FOOT stuff is completely fair, honeybunn,” she grinned. She clasped her soft hand around his saliva covered body before he could protest, and walked over to her sock drawer. “This is what your sister wanted me to do to you in the FIRST place,” she grinned.
The next thing Phil knew, he was being dangled over one of Kristen's white cotton socks, and plummeting to the bottom he heard her giggling as she improvised a little tune:
“My feet were made for walking...
...and that's just what they do...
...my big-old-giant dirty feet, will walk all over you!”
The sock swung back and forth as she walked back to the bed and sat down. He looked up the long tunnel of the sock, at his beautiful girlfriend's face, her curly brown hair dangling down. She gave him one last wink, before she went out of sight and he instead saw something very familiar at the top of the tunnel... her giant dirty toes.
Her toes entered the sock and he could instantly smell the dirt and sweat, just what he'd smelled when she walked on him earlier. He helplessly watched as she slid her foot further and further into the sock, bringing him him closer and closer to her smelly toes. Before he knew it, he had been touched by them, and they quickly wrapped around him and started squeezing his sticky, spit-covered body. He felt the sock pull tight around him, and heard her voice high above:
“Aww! Perfect, you fit perfect!” Kristen giggled, “We must be meant to be!” she added, as she wiggled her stinky toes around him, forcing the smell into the tiny boy's nostrils. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn't get a word out with Kristen's sweaty, grimy toes wiggling around, muffling every word.
“Now you're my toejam, huh?” she teased. “Phil is his girlfriend's toejam!” she sang, mockingly, as she hopped up off the bed and started walking around. The extra weight added more pressure. “You're nothin' compared to me, kiddo,” Kristen continued teasing. “So lick my feet, you insignificant worm!” she giggled, trying to get into it. “I'm your queen, little slave boy, so you must do everything I say!” she continued, giggling at her own antics. “Lick my beautiful feet! NOW!” she teased, and to her surprise actually felt his tiny tongue, weakly licking between her second and third toe, even as she playfully squashed him between them.
Suddenly came a knock on the door, and someone entered:
“Kristen, what are you doing in here?” came a man's voice. It was her father.
“...Nothing,” Kristen replied, suddenly very hushed and silent. Her smelly toes wrapped tightly around the captive little boy.
After an awkward silence, he finally spoke again...
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