Phil Wakes Up In The Morning
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
swollenostrich
Phil had somehow managed to fall asleep after being thrown around by a sleeping Heather. His restful sleep was cut short by Heather's voice...
"Wake up, Phil." She whispered. The first thing he noticed before opening his eyes was a warn humid breeze washing over him. He opened his eyes to see the giant face of Heather very close and staring intently at him. He sat up and noticed he was sitting in Heather's hand. He looked up at her smiling face. "Good morning sweety." she whispered. Again he felt the warm humid breeze. This time he noticed her breath, she had obviously been awake a little while, long enough to brush her teeth anyway. He wondered just how long she had been watching him sleep. She kept staring intently at him.
"Good morning." He mumbled, feeling a little uncomfortable with all of the staring. "I'm glad to see you didn't break any of the rules." She said as she leaned in closer to Phil. Much to his surprise she gave him a little peck. Feeling embarrassed he turned red and said "They're in place to keep me safe right?" He couldn't think of anything else to say. Heather's attitude change had taken him by surprise, and he was beginning to feel more and more nervous.
"That's right." She said, licking her lips. "Do you remember all of the rules?" He thought for a second, watching her tongue slip out of her mouth and brush over her lips, leaving them with a shine from her saliva. He was starting to feel really uneasy. "Um..." He started, but before he could get any words out Heather's tongue shot forward and knocked him back into her fingers and coated him in her spit. He had gone from nervous to completely terrified as he wiped the saliva from his face. He didn't have any time to react as her tongue attacked again. He tried to push it back, but his hands sank into the spongy surface. Phil's feet left Heather's hand, she was lifting him with her tongue. He looked ahead into her dark pink mouth, and the dark abyss that lead to certain doom. Heather began to retract her tongue into her mouth, but Phil panicked and managed to throw himself off of the slimy, spongy tongue.
Unfortunately he landed right back on Heather's hand. "You can't escape. You wouldn't want to break any rules would you?" She said sternly. Phil was speechless, but not that it mattered. Before he could react her tongue had knocked him down and was pushing him into her hand. He wasn't in that position long though, Heather licked him up. This time she managed to pull his tiny form into her hot, humid mouth. Phil was sitting on a soft slimy surface in complete darkness. It was very warm and smelled like mint inside Heather's giant mouth. He didn't have much time to contemplate his situation, and his surroundings, because Heather started to play with him. He was thrown all over her mouth by her tongue. He tried to fight back, but her tongue was too strong, and he couldn't keep his balance in her hot slimy mouth. Phil lost all sense of time, and began to feel exhausted. He couldn't see, but became aware that saliva was accumulating in her mouth. Heather's tongue came down on him and forced him face down into a pool of spit. He flailed and swallowed some of it, and eventually Heather's tongue released him. At this point Phil was too exhausted to do much of anything and went limp as Heather's slimy tongue threw him around some more.
Phil felt a slight ray of hope as Heather's mouth opened. He looked up to see himself lying on his belly on Heather's tongue. She smiled before closing her mouth again, dashing Phil's hopes. How much longer would this go on?
"Wake up, Phil." She whispered. The first thing he noticed before opening his eyes was a warn humid breeze washing over him. He opened his eyes to see the giant face of Heather very close and staring intently at him. He sat up and noticed he was sitting in Heather's hand. He looked up at her smiling face. "Good morning sweety." she whispered. Again he felt the warm humid breeze. This time he noticed her breath, she had obviously been awake a little while, long enough to brush her teeth anyway. He wondered just how long she had been watching him sleep. She kept staring intently at him.
"Good morning." He mumbled, feeling a little uncomfortable with all of the staring. "I'm glad to see you didn't break any of the rules." She said as she leaned in closer to Phil. Much to his surprise she gave him a little peck. Feeling embarrassed he turned red and said "They're in place to keep me safe right?" He couldn't think of anything else to say. Heather's attitude change had taken him by surprise, and he was beginning to feel more and more nervous.
"That's right." She said, licking her lips. "Do you remember all of the rules?" He thought for a second, watching her tongue slip out of her mouth and brush over her lips, leaving them with a shine from her saliva. He was starting to feel really uneasy. "Um..." He started, but before he could get any words out Heather's tongue shot forward and knocked him back into her fingers and coated him in her spit. He had gone from nervous to completely terrified as he wiped the saliva from his face. He didn't have any time to react as her tongue attacked again. He tried to push it back, but his hands sank into the spongy surface. Phil's feet left Heather's hand, she was lifting him with her tongue. He looked ahead into her dark pink mouth, and the dark abyss that lead to certain doom. Heather began to retract her tongue into her mouth, but Phil panicked and managed to throw himself off of the slimy, spongy tongue.
Unfortunately he landed right back on Heather's hand. "You can't escape. You wouldn't want to break any rules would you?" She said sternly. Phil was speechless, but not that it mattered. Before he could react her tongue had knocked him down and was pushing him into her hand. He wasn't in that position long though, Heather licked him up. This time she managed to pull his tiny form into her hot, humid mouth. Phil was sitting on a soft slimy surface in complete darkness. It was very warm and smelled like mint inside Heather's giant mouth. He didn't have much time to contemplate his situation, and his surroundings, because Heather started to play with him. He was thrown all over her mouth by her tongue. He tried to fight back, but her tongue was too strong, and he couldn't keep his balance in her hot slimy mouth. Phil lost all sense of time, and began to feel exhausted. He couldn't see, but became aware that saliva was accumulating in her mouth. Heather's tongue came down on him and forced him face down into a pool of spit. He flailed and swallowed some of it, and eventually Heather's tongue released him. At this point Phil was too exhausted to do much of anything and went limp as Heather's slimy tongue threw him around some more.
Phil felt a slight ray of hope as Heather's mouth opened. He looked up to see himself lying on his belly on Heather's tongue. She smiled before closing her mouth again, dashing Phil's hopes. How much longer would this go on?
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March 24, 2025
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