Fondue Dipper
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
She dangles Phil right in front of her mouth as her huge tongue came out and licked the chocolate off of him.
"Uhhhhmmm," she teases.
She places Phil in her mouth and her tongue pins him down and licks him all over. Phil tries to resist, but her tongue is no match for him and pins him into the bottom of her mouth. She covers her tongue all over his face as she sups up all the fondue. After a minute of this torture, Phil is finally spit out into her hand. His saliva-covered body lies there motionless in her hand.
"This is fun," she says. Before he is has time to respond, he is dropped into the fondue pot again and pushed under by her fingers. He is then lifted out and licked dry by Candy's red tongue. This is repeated for an hour until the fondue pot is almost empty.
"All right. Now it's time to clean the sides of the pot," Candy announces. With that she takes Phil and smears him face down along the sides of the pot, covering him with the leftover fondue. She then licks him clean with her tongue and repeats the process into the all the fondue is cleaned off.
Phil, who is nearly limp from the torment, is finally relieved from his job as the fondue dipper.
"You need to be cleaned," Candy states as she examines Phil's slimy body which is covered in a mixture of fondue and saliva.
"I can clean myself!" Phil exclaims to which Candy only chuckles.
Candy carries him over to the sink and turns on the water. She then picks Phil up and holds him under the running water. Phil feels the current of water pummel his body. To add insult to injury, Candy proceeds to rob his body with her fingers. She does not understand the sensitivity of Phil at his size and scratches and bruises him all over. He gasps as he sees liquid soap being poured on top of him, burning his eyes. He is then placed under the current again and is rubbed more by Candy's insensitive fingers. After a minute of such torture, Candy turns off the water and takes out a paper towel to dry him. If Phil thought being rubbed clean was bad enough, it was nothing compared to being rubbed dry by the scratchy paper towel.
Finally the cleaning is finished, and Candy carries Phil over to a chair where she sits down and places his panting body on her lap. She then decides to...
"Uhhhhmmm," she teases.
She places Phil in her mouth and her tongue pins him down and licks him all over. Phil tries to resist, but her tongue is no match for him and pins him into the bottom of her mouth. She covers her tongue all over his face as she sups up all the fondue. After a minute of this torture, Phil is finally spit out into her hand. His saliva-covered body lies there motionless in her hand.
"This is fun," she says. Before he is has time to respond, he is dropped into the fondue pot again and pushed under by her fingers. He is then lifted out and licked dry by Candy's red tongue. This is repeated for an hour until the fondue pot is almost empty.
"All right. Now it's time to clean the sides of the pot," Candy announces. With that she takes Phil and smears him face down along the sides of the pot, covering him with the leftover fondue. She then licks him clean with her tongue and repeats the process into the all the fondue is cleaned off.
Phil, who is nearly limp from the torment, is finally relieved from his job as the fondue dipper.
"You need to be cleaned," Candy states as she examines Phil's slimy body which is covered in a mixture of fondue and saliva.
"I can clean myself!" Phil exclaims to which Candy only chuckles.
Candy carries him over to the sink and turns on the water. She then picks Phil up and holds him under the running water. Phil feels the current of water pummel his body. To add insult to injury, Candy proceeds to rob his body with her fingers. She does not understand the sensitivity of Phil at his size and scratches and bruises him all over. He gasps as he sees liquid soap being poured on top of him, burning his eyes. He is then placed under the current again and is rubbed more by Candy's insensitive fingers. After a minute of such torture, Candy turns off the water and takes out a paper towel to dry him. If Phil thought being rubbed clean was bad enough, it was nothing compared to being rubbed dry by the scratchy paper towel.
Finally the cleaning is finished, and Candy carries Phil over to a chair where she sits down and places his panting body on her lap. She then decides to...
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March 24, 2025
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