On The Treadmill Under Kristen
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
WriteMik
"Now its time for the treadmill." Kristen announced "And since I've been doing all the work so far I think its your turn this time."
Phil could only stare back at her as he gasped for air, while completely immobilized by the sticky tape.
"What *gasp* do you *gasp* mean?" The beligured boy managed to ask, obviously exhausted from the previous exercises.
She simply laughed as she let him drop onto the treadmill. Phil landed face up still attached to the tape by his back. He lay there trying helplessly to free himself staring up as Kristen on her knees bent over him straddling the treadmill and unbuttoning her blouse all the way, bareing her breasts and allowing them to dangle freely as she also unclasped the front of her shorts exposing her womanhood down below. Only then did she pull Phil off the tape and drop him tumbling on the front of the treadmill.
"Now Run!" Kristen shouted happily as she switched on the treadmill to a slowish setting.
The belt Phil was laying on lurched beneath him conveying him rapidly down the length of Kristen's body toward the end where she lowered her opened shorts to catch him should he fall off the end. He struggled to his feet and tried to run, but overcome with fear and panic at his perilous situation he found his legs only wobble beneath him and he stumbled and fell several times before he could finally gain enough control over his own body to keep pace with the movement of the treadmill belt. By this time he was nearly falling off the end, and Kristen's opened fly was looming right behind him. He could hear her giggling hysterically as she thrust her pelvis toward him in a bucking motion, taunting him.
Phil was finally making headway and started to run for the side to jump off the treadmill. But Kristen noticed his plan and before he made it to the edge suddenly her two breasts dropped in on either side of him blocking his escape from left and right. Her hard nipples hovered just above the surface of the rubber belt. So intent had Phil been on escaping to the side that he struck the inner side of her left breast and rebounded causing him to blunder over against her right. Phil lost his footing and tumbled under her dangling nipple. It rubbed roughly up his back and bonked him on the head grinding his nose into the coarse rubber belt that continued its cycle unhindered.
Kristen grunted happily in pleasure to feel the contact Phil had made with her sensitive nipple. "Oh-hooo!"
Phil was dragged from under her erected nipple as it *twanged* back to it's natural state, and Phil struggled once again to his feet not willing to just lay down and except his fate. Of course the last fall had made him dizzy and as he regained his footing he found himself once again very close to the end of the "road" The warmth and smell of Kristen's womanhood was enveloping him. He was so close to the edge in fact that he was running slightly uphill for a second.
Phil poured on the speed and managed to gain ground. He was moving up the track now and he felt like he had gotten a second wind. Her giantess bosoms were once again flanking him preventing his escape to the sides. He looked ahead of him to her pretty, but evil face smiling down at him. Her lustrous brown curls draped around her face creating a curtain of hair that just so touched the belt of the treadmill. Momentarily distracted by this sight Phil didn't notice the soft mammaries beside him moving to the side untill one bumped into him. She smiled broadly in amusement as he stumbled and she began to sway back and forth forcing Phil to move along with her breasts to keep from being knocked down again.
Phil sped up trying to make it to the top of the treadmill so he could get a rest, and soon he got ahead of her breasts and was moving under her face. He was slowly inching forward, and surrounded by her thick curly locks was almost magical in a way. Suddenly Kristen lowered her head and her mouth was right behind Phil. He felt a hot wind at his back. Suddenly the conveyor seamed to speed up as Kristen left out a loud throaty laugh, washing him in her sweltering-suffocating though still sweet smelling breath.
Already nearly spent from all the running, Phil out of necessity put on another burst of speed as Kristen's opened mouth loomed close behind him. Several times she made mock charges at him allowing him to feel like he was getting ahead then nearly closing her lips over him, then drawing back again. She succeeded in driving Phil in to panic mode which pleased her to no end. Her pray was showing the telltale signs of fatigue. And she was getting so turned on by her power play, that her pussy began to drip on the treadmill. soon the belt began to get wet under Phils feet. Then slicker and slicker as more of Kristen's Arousal began to coat the belt surface.
The exhausted tiny boy was now struggling just to remain upright as more and more fluid built up on the conveyor. inevitably he slipped and fell on his back as Kristen laughed hysterically. Unable to regain his footing he was conveyed quickly backwards were he reached out frantically for purchase. As her dangling titties wizzed by he got a hold of her nipple momentarily but lost his grip as cold-thick vaginal fluids splashed into his face. Finally he was carried inexorably down the rest of the length of the belt towards the end and her hot horny cunt waiting at the end, ready for some exercise of its own.
Phil could only stare back at her as he gasped for air, while completely immobilized by the sticky tape.
"What *gasp* do you *gasp* mean?" The beligured boy managed to ask, obviously exhausted from the previous exercises.
She simply laughed as she let him drop onto the treadmill. Phil landed face up still attached to the tape by his back. He lay there trying helplessly to free himself staring up as Kristen on her knees bent over him straddling the treadmill and unbuttoning her blouse all the way, bareing her breasts and allowing them to dangle freely as she also unclasped the front of her shorts exposing her womanhood down below. Only then did she pull Phil off the tape and drop him tumbling on the front of the treadmill.
"Now Run!" Kristen shouted happily as she switched on the treadmill to a slowish setting.
The belt Phil was laying on lurched beneath him conveying him rapidly down the length of Kristen's body toward the end where she lowered her opened shorts to catch him should he fall off the end. He struggled to his feet and tried to run, but overcome with fear and panic at his perilous situation he found his legs only wobble beneath him and he stumbled and fell several times before he could finally gain enough control over his own body to keep pace with the movement of the treadmill belt. By this time he was nearly falling off the end, and Kristen's opened fly was looming right behind him. He could hear her giggling hysterically as she thrust her pelvis toward him in a bucking motion, taunting him.
Phil was finally making headway and started to run for the side to jump off the treadmill. But Kristen noticed his plan and before he made it to the edge suddenly her two breasts dropped in on either side of him blocking his escape from left and right. Her hard nipples hovered just above the surface of the rubber belt. So intent had Phil been on escaping to the side that he struck the inner side of her left breast and rebounded causing him to blunder over against her right. Phil lost his footing and tumbled under her dangling nipple. It rubbed roughly up his back and bonked him on the head grinding his nose into the coarse rubber belt that continued its cycle unhindered.
Kristen grunted happily in pleasure to feel the contact Phil had made with her sensitive nipple. "Oh-hooo!"
Phil was dragged from under her erected nipple as it *twanged* back to it's natural state, and Phil struggled once again to his feet not willing to just lay down and except his fate. Of course the last fall had made him dizzy and as he regained his footing he found himself once again very close to the end of the "road" The warmth and smell of Kristen's womanhood was enveloping him. He was so close to the edge in fact that he was running slightly uphill for a second.
Phil poured on the speed and managed to gain ground. He was moving up the track now and he felt like he had gotten a second wind. Her giantess bosoms were once again flanking him preventing his escape to the sides. He looked ahead of him to her pretty, but evil face smiling down at him. Her lustrous brown curls draped around her face creating a curtain of hair that just so touched the belt of the treadmill. Momentarily distracted by this sight Phil didn't notice the soft mammaries beside him moving to the side untill one bumped into him. She smiled broadly in amusement as he stumbled and she began to sway back and forth forcing Phil to move along with her breasts to keep from being knocked down again.
Phil sped up trying to make it to the top of the treadmill so he could get a rest, and soon he got ahead of her breasts and was moving under her face. He was slowly inching forward, and surrounded by her thick curly locks was almost magical in a way. Suddenly Kristen lowered her head and her mouth was right behind Phil. He felt a hot wind at his back. Suddenly the conveyor seamed to speed up as Kristen left out a loud throaty laugh, washing him in her sweltering-suffocating though still sweet smelling breath.
Already nearly spent from all the running, Phil out of necessity put on another burst of speed as Kristen's opened mouth loomed close behind him. Several times she made mock charges at him allowing him to feel like he was getting ahead then nearly closing her lips over him, then drawing back again. She succeeded in driving Phil in to panic mode which pleased her to no end. Her pray was showing the telltale signs of fatigue. And she was getting so turned on by her power play, that her pussy began to drip on the treadmill. soon the belt began to get wet under Phils feet. Then slicker and slicker as more of Kristen's Arousal began to coat the belt surface.
The exhausted tiny boy was now struggling just to remain upright as more and more fluid built up on the conveyor. inevitably he slipped and fell on his back as Kristen laughed hysterically. Unable to regain his footing he was conveyed quickly backwards were he reached out frantically for purchase. As her dangling titties wizzed by he got a hold of her nipple momentarily but lost his grip as cold-thick vaginal fluids splashed into his face. Finally he was carried inexorably down the rest of the length of the belt towards the end and her hot horny cunt waiting at the end, ready for some exercise of its own.
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March 24, 2025
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