The Princess of Snot
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
ittybittyboy
While the two giantesses thought, a thought came to the tiny boy's mind. He now had one advantage over his two giant captresses... Shelly's immaturity. She was obviously very eager to get her hands on him... what if he could use that against her? He cupped his hands and yelled up at her.
“Princess Shelly, I'll let you punish me however you want if you can beat me at a game of chess!” Phil called. He had played chess with his mother since he was younger than she was, and was actually quite good at it, despite his small size. His mother would lift him up in her hand, and show him the board, but he always insisted on pushing the pieces around himself. “But if I win, you've both gotta leave me alone for the next three days.” he bargained.
“Alright!” she grinned down, her eyes narrowing... she was obviously thinking of some horrible punishment she could administer if she won. She sniffed – her nose was running horribly, and she saw as Phil gagged when saw snot seeping out of her nostrils. “What! I have allergies!” she protested.
“Why don't you just blow your nose? Gross,” Phil coughed. It really did make him sick, he couldn't stand the sight of mucus and snot.
“Fine... then I've decided,” Shelly spat.
"What will it be, then?" Phil called up to her.
“Well... I'll do it, and when I win, I'm keeping you in my hankie for the next three days." she started to smirk. "I'll be able to blow my nose on you anytime I feel like it, and THEN I'll make you eat my snot and boogers until I'm satisfied,” she proclaimed, suddenly grinning from ear to ear. “THEN I'll wrap you up real tight in my hankie with all my boogers and snot still in there, and you'll hafta stay that way, in my pocket for THREE DAYS – except for when I take you out to blow my nose again!” She giggled hysterically.
Phil grimaced, as he looked up at Kristin. Her brown, bouncy hair was as pretty as ever, but the look on her face was one of pure delight. “Hehe... a hankie slave,” she giggled. “Sounds like there's gonna be a competition between the Princess and the peasant...” she said, mockingly hovering her dirty foot over tiny Phil. He could smell the familiar scent of her sole... it was humiliating to even look up at her with her giant foot hovering so close overhead.
“I'll get the chess set!” Shelly exclaimed, as she ran out of the room. Within a couple seconds, she was already back. “I getta be white, tho'!” Shelly demanded, prancing back into the room with the chess set in hand.
“Fine, I don't care, there's no way you'll beat me at chess,” Phil agreed. “You can be white, it doesn't matter. I don't care how gross your punishment is, it doesn't matter,” Phil said confidently. Kristin giggled.
The chess set was tossed down on the carpet in front of tiny Phil. As the giant girls pulled out the board, and started setting up the pieces, Phil began to notice that there was an important piece not being placed on his side...
“Hey! Where's my queen!” Phil complained.
“The black queen's been missing for a while,” Kristin snickered, biting her bottom lip.
“Yeah, tough luck, loser! You're gonna be eating my snot for three days straight when I beat you!” Shelly grinned, positioning herself cross legged across the board, with her full set of pieces, queen included.
“This isn't fair!” Phil cried.
“She's eight,” Kristin countered. “This makes it more even.”
“Kristin!” Phil cried again.
“...That's QUEEN Kristin,” she replied, as she plucked one of his rooks from the board, hovering it just out of his reach. “And you just lost another piece, peasant boy.” There was nothing Phil could do; he chose to keep his mouth shut, to avoid making things worse.
“Hehe!” Shelly giggled, as she pushed a pawn forward. “Go! Go! Go!” she started chanting, as Phil stumbled onto the board, and over to his set of giant pieces. He literally had to “shove” his pawn forward two squares, and Shelly immediately moved another one, barely giving him time to rest. “Go! Go! Go!” she started again. Phil just rolled his eyes, and pushed on forward.
It was a long, hard game of chess for Phil. The girl seemed to know more about chess than he'd expected, and he wasn't getting the “big person” perspective of the whole board that his mother would always allow him by picking him up. Before he knew it, Shelly had gotten his other rook with her bishop because he couldn't see the opening for the other pieces
“You're gonna be my SNOT SLAVE!” she giggled, as she intentionally pushed him onto his back as she moved her white queen past him. “Check!” she grinned, licking her lips intimidatingly at his tiny figure, sprawled out on the squares. He got up and made the only move he saw... pushing his king out of check. As soon as he had finished, she immediately moved again, taking his last remaining knight. “CHECK AGAIN, snot boy!” she giggled. “You're already beat 'cha know!”
Phil began to realize that he had dug himself into a deep hole, and that there was no way out. Three days of eating that giant brat's snot... why did he ever make that bet? He slunk forward, and pushed his king out of the way again, as he looked up at that rotten, delighted grin on her face. As she took her queen in her hand, he saw her winning move, and saw that she'd seen it for a while. Thinking back on it, it was actually a very simple set of moves that led her to victory, but without a way of seeing the whole board he hadn't been able to recognize it.
“CHECKMATE!!” she squealed, reaching down and grabbing the tiny boy to her giant face. “CHECK-MATE-CHECK-MATE!” she sang, hurting his ears.
“She plays chess on the computer all the time, you coulda' beat her at anything else,” Kristin laughed.
“HEHE!” she giggled, her giant mouth making him want to cover his ears. His arms were pinned to their sides, struggling would do no good at this point. She reached down into her jean pocket, and pulled out a white handkerchief with the decoration of a pink butterfly on the side. Before he knew it, it was spread out behind him, and he was dumped out onto it like it was a giant sheet. He felt the cupping of her hands underneath the handkerchief, and he was raised closer towards her gigantic, bratty, grinning face.
“Please don't!” Phil cried, spying the snot just barely up in her nostrils.
“NO WAY LOOOZER! THREE DAYS!” she chuckled, as she pulled him upward and covered her nose with the giant handkerchief. He was positioned directly in front of her giant nose, and then there was darkness. He heard giant mouth below him filling her lungs, and then:
Phil was instantly covered in layers upon layers of Shelly's mucus and snot... The sound was SO LOUD, but immediately muffled by the nasty flem that was all around him. He reached his arms out... trying to reach outside of the giant ball of snot that he was suddenly being drowned in. All he pulled back was several long, stringy boogers, which became tangled around his arms.
As he opened his eyes, his view was blurry but amazingly he could see... Shelly's giant grinning face was distorted, but enormous above him. He could hear her muffled laughter. “...EAT..IT!” she commanded, laughing hysterically. The next thing he knew, he felt a horrible, horrible crushing pain all around him... Shelly had squeezed the hankie in her fist, as tight as she could.
Phil started to cry, as light again entered the snot-filled butterfly hankie. There was now not as much snot covering him, but the boogers were still wrapped around his limbs, and a thin layer of snot was all over him. “EAT MY BOOGERS, NOW!!” Shelly ecstatically squealed. There was nothing he could, do... as he cried, he pulled one of the stringy boogers up to his face, and bit off a chunk.
It was salty, and surprisingly not horrible tasting. He started sobbing... he was eating a bratty little giantess 8-year-old's BOOGER, and it wasn't all that bad. Suddenly realizing that he *could* stand to put the horrible looking, slimy thing in his mouth, chew it up, and swallow it, he started shoving the rest of it into his mouth.
Shelly giggled and giggled, as she watched Phil lying on her hankie, weakly filling his mouth with her slimy, snot covered boogers. Kristin laughed from a distance, delighted to see Phil's newest misadventure had ended so perfectly.
“EWWW! YOU'RE SO GROSS!!” Shelly mocked, obviously getting him back for calling her gross earlier. Her face was huge in Phil's vision. “You loser,” she giggled. “We'll do this again later, but for now, you're gonna be stuck in my pocket,” she grinned, as she started wrapping Phil up tightly in her snot-filled hankie.
She scrunched the hankie up tighter and tighter. Phil was covered in the 8-year-old girl's snot, he could feel her boogers strung all around him, and the pressure made it very hard to get air. Soon it was completely dark, as he felt the hankie being slid into her giant back jean pocket, where it came from. Very very muffled, he could hear her voice:
“Three days!” she snickered, patting her back pocket, as she went and sat down in the chair.
“Princess Shelly, I'll let you punish me however you want if you can beat me at a game of chess!” Phil called. He had played chess with his mother since he was younger than she was, and was actually quite good at it, despite his small size. His mother would lift him up in her hand, and show him the board, but he always insisted on pushing the pieces around himself. “But if I win, you've both gotta leave me alone for the next three days.” he bargained.
“Alright!” she grinned down, her eyes narrowing... she was obviously thinking of some horrible punishment she could administer if she won. She sniffed – her nose was running horribly, and she saw as Phil gagged when saw snot seeping out of her nostrils. “What! I have allergies!” she protested.
“Why don't you just blow your nose? Gross,” Phil coughed. It really did make him sick, he couldn't stand the sight of mucus and snot.
“Fine... then I've decided,” Shelly spat.
"What will it be, then?" Phil called up to her.
“Well... I'll do it, and when I win, I'm keeping you in my hankie for the next three days." she started to smirk. "I'll be able to blow my nose on you anytime I feel like it, and THEN I'll make you eat my snot and boogers until I'm satisfied,” she proclaimed, suddenly grinning from ear to ear. “THEN I'll wrap you up real tight in my hankie with all my boogers and snot still in there, and you'll hafta stay that way, in my pocket for THREE DAYS – except for when I take you out to blow my nose again!” She giggled hysterically.
Phil grimaced, as he looked up at Kristin. Her brown, bouncy hair was as pretty as ever, but the look on her face was one of pure delight. “Hehe... a hankie slave,” she giggled. “Sounds like there's gonna be a competition between the Princess and the peasant...” she said, mockingly hovering her dirty foot over tiny Phil. He could smell the familiar scent of her sole... it was humiliating to even look up at her with her giant foot hovering so close overhead.
“I'll get the chess set!” Shelly exclaimed, as she ran out of the room. Within a couple seconds, she was already back. “I getta be white, tho'!” Shelly demanded, prancing back into the room with the chess set in hand.
“Fine, I don't care, there's no way you'll beat me at chess,” Phil agreed. “You can be white, it doesn't matter. I don't care how gross your punishment is, it doesn't matter,” Phil said confidently. Kristin giggled.
The chess set was tossed down on the carpet in front of tiny Phil. As the giant girls pulled out the board, and started setting up the pieces, Phil began to notice that there was an important piece not being placed on his side...
“Hey! Where's my queen!” Phil complained.
“The black queen's been missing for a while,” Kristin snickered, biting her bottom lip.
“Yeah, tough luck, loser! You're gonna be eating my snot for three days straight when I beat you!” Shelly grinned, positioning herself cross legged across the board, with her full set of pieces, queen included.
“This isn't fair!” Phil cried.
“She's eight,” Kristin countered. “This makes it more even.”
“Kristin!” Phil cried again.
“...That's QUEEN Kristin,” she replied, as she plucked one of his rooks from the board, hovering it just out of his reach. “And you just lost another piece, peasant boy.” There was nothing Phil could do; he chose to keep his mouth shut, to avoid making things worse.
“Hehe!” Shelly giggled, as she pushed a pawn forward. “Go! Go! Go!” she started chanting, as Phil stumbled onto the board, and over to his set of giant pieces. He literally had to “shove” his pawn forward two squares, and Shelly immediately moved another one, barely giving him time to rest. “Go! Go! Go!” she started again. Phil just rolled his eyes, and pushed on forward.
It was a long, hard game of chess for Phil. The girl seemed to know more about chess than he'd expected, and he wasn't getting the “big person” perspective of the whole board that his mother would always allow him by picking him up. Before he knew it, Shelly had gotten his other rook with her bishop because he couldn't see the opening for the other pieces
“You're gonna be my SNOT SLAVE!” she giggled, as she intentionally pushed him onto his back as she moved her white queen past him. “Check!” she grinned, licking her lips intimidatingly at his tiny figure, sprawled out on the squares. He got up and made the only move he saw... pushing his king out of check. As soon as he had finished, she immediately moved again, taking his last remaining knight. “CHECK AGAIN, snot boy!” she giggled. “You're already beat 'cha know!”
Phil began to realize that he had dug himself into a deep hole, and that there was no way out. Three days of eating that giant brat's snot... why did he ever make that bet? He slunk forward, and pushed his king out of the way again, as he looked up at that rotten, delighted grin on her face. As she took her queen in her hand, he saw her winning move, and saw that she'd seen it for a while. Thinking back on it, it was actually a very simple set of moves that led her to victory, but without a way of seeing the whole board he hadn't been able to recognize it.
“CHECKMATE!!” she squealed, reaching down and grabbing the tiny boy to her giant face. “CHECK-MATE-CHECK-MATE!” she sang, hurting his ears.
“She plays chess on the computer all the time, you coulda' beat her at anything else,” Kristin laughed.
“HEHE!” she giggled, her giant mouth making him want to cover his ears. His arms were pinned to their sides, struggling would do no good at this point. She reached down into her jean pocket, and pulled out a white handkerchief with the decoration of a pink butterfly on the side. Before he knew it, it was spread out behind him, and he was dumped out onto it like it was a giant sheet. He felt the cupping of her hands underneath the handkerchief, and he was raised closer towards her gigantic, bratty, grinning face.
“Please don't!” Phil cried, spying the snot just barely up in her nostrils.
“NO WAY LOOOZER! THREE DAYS!” she chuckled, as she pulled him upward and covered her nose with the giant handkerchief. He was positioned directly in front of her giant nose, and then there was darkness. He heard giant mouth below him filling her lungs, and then:
Phil was instantly covered in layers upon layers of Shelly's mucus and snot... The sound was SO LOUD, but immediately muffled by the nasty flem that was all around him. He reached his arms out... trying to reach outside of the giant ball of snot that he was suddenly being drowned in. All he pulled back was several long, stringy boogers, which became tangled around his arms.
As he opened his eyes, his view was blurry but amazingly he could see... Shelly's giant grinning face was distorted, but enormous above him. He could hear her muffled laughter. “...EAT..IT!” she commanded, laughing hysterically. The next thing he knew, he felt a horrible, horrible crushing pain all around him... Shelly had squeezed the hankie in her fist, as tight as she could.
Phil started to cry, as light again entered the snot-filled butterfly hankie. There was now not as much snot covering him, but the boogers were still wrapped around his limbs, and a thin layer of snot was all over him. “EAT MY BOOGERS, NOW!!” Shelly ecstatically squealed. There was nothing he could, do... as he cried, he pulled one of the stringy boogers up to his face, and bit off a chunk.
It was salty, and surprisingly not horrible tasting. He started sobbing... he was eating a bratty little giantess 8-year-old's BOOGER, and it wasn't all that bad. Suddenly realizing that he *could* stand to put the horrible looking, slimy thing in his mouth, chew it up, and swallow it, he started shoving the rest of it into his mouth.
Shelly giggled and giggled, as she watched Phil lying on her hankie, weakly filling his mouth with her slimy, snot covered boogers. Kristin laughed from a distance, delighted to see Phil's newest misadventure had ended so perfectly.
“EWWW! YOU'RE SO GROSS!!” Shelly mocked, obviously getting him back for calling her gross earlier. Her face was huge in Phil's vision. “You loser,” she giggled. “We'll do this again later, but for now, you're gonna be stuck in my pocket,” she grinned, as she started wrapping Phil up tightly in her snot-filled hankie.
She scrunched the hankie up tighter and tighter. Phil was covered in the 8-year-old girl's snot, he could feel her boogers strung all around him, and the pressure made it very hard to get air. Soon it was completely dark, as he felt the hankie being slid into her giant back jean pocket, where it came from. Very very muffled, he could hear her voice:
“Three days!” she snickered, patting her back pocket, as she went and sat down in the chair.
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