A bowl of grapes
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
swollenostrich
Heather came back into the room carrying a large bowl of grapes, and sat back down on the bed. She reached out, and before Phil could get out of the way, he had been snatched up. It was a short trip in her hand. She dropped him onto her chest. When he got his bearings he noticed she was holding the bowl on her stomach.
"Okay, we're gonna have some fun with breakfast, and it'll be good exercise for you." Her voice boomed. This was more of a command than a suggestion. "You're going to get a grape from the bowl and feed it to me. It'll be fun for both of us." Phil didn't think it sounded like much fun, but knew better than to argue. He rolled off of her breast and quickly walked down her abdomen to the bowl. He grabbed one of the grapes and pulled it from the bowl. It was much heavier than he was expecting, and nearly as big as he was. He lugged the grape back up between her breasts and up to her chin. Heather opened her mouth, letting her breath wash over Phil's tiny body. She stuck her tongue out and Phil placed the grape down. Heather pulled her tongue back and chewed and swallowed the grape. That sight gave sent shivers up his spine. She could very easily do that to him if she wanted to. He turned back and went to get another grape. He repeated this process over and over, becoming more and more exhausted each time.
Before long Heather stopped sticking her tongue out as far, and eventually Phil had to lean and reach into her mouth to drop the grapes. Phil noticed he only had a few grapes left. Hopefully he could get through them without any incident. Though she had closed her lips on his arms and licked his hands a few times. Though he thought it was gross, he could live with it. He brought a grape up to her mouth leaned in and dropped the grape on her tongue, but before he could get out, Heather's massive lips closed on his waist. In the darkness Phil felt something soft, wet, and bumpy rub over his face and upper body. He felt Heather's giant fingers close on his legs and pull him slowly between her lips, then drop him. "Careful." She warned him. "I'm awfully hungry, you need to be quick."
Phil made sure to exit quickly for the next few grapes, Heather's mouth was not a place he wanted to go back to. However on the last grape, it didn't matter how quick he was. Heather closed her lips on him almost immediately. Once again he felt the massive tongue rub all over his face. And once more he felt Heather's fingers on his legs, but this time he was pushed all the way in. Once more he was trapped in the dark, wet, hot prison that was Heather's mouth. The smell of mint and grapes surrounded him. He was tossed around by the tongue, occasionally crashing into the grape. Phil's torture continued for several minutes, then he found himself forced to the bottom of her mouth, with her tongue firmly on top of him. He heard the disgusting squish of the grape being chewed, and he was sprayed with some of the juice.
He felt a bit of pressure, which he assumed was the grape being swallowed. As scary as that was from outside her mouth, inside was infinitely more terrifying. A large amount of saliva had accumulated in Heather's mouth, and Phil was soaked by it. She made no effort to get rid of the excess spit, but instead used her tongue to toss it around with him.
After a few more minutes Phil's prison tilted, and he felt himself sliding over Heather's tongue. He hoped that he was going forward towards the exit, but bumping into her uvula told him otherwise. Phil fell into her throat, and with a loud gulp, Heather swallowed. He was being pushed through a tight, soft, wet tunnel. It felt like a full body massage, but the terror of being swallowed prevented Phil from enjoying that fact.
"Okay, we're gonna have some fun with breakfast, and it'll be good exercise for you." Her voice boomed. This was more of a command than a suggestion. "You're going to get a grape from the bowl and feed it to me. It'll be fun for both of us." Phil didn't think it sounded like much fun, but knew better than to argue. He rolled off of her breast and quickly walked down her abdomen to the bowl. He grabbed one of the grapes and pulled it from the bowl. It was much heavier than he was expecting, and nearly as big as he was. He lugged the grape back up between her breasts and up to her chin. Heather opened her mouth, letting her breath wash over Phil's tiny body. She stuck her tongue out and Phil placed the grape down. Heather pulled her tongue back and chewed and swallowed the grape. That sight gave sent shivers up his spine. She could very easily do that to him if she wanted to. He turned back and went to get another grape. He repeated this process over and over, becoming more and more exhausted each time.
Before long Heather stopped sticking her tongue out as far, and eventually Phil had to lean and reach into her mouth to drop the grapes. Phil noticed he only had a few grapes left. Hopefully he could get through them without any incident. Though she had closed her lips on his arms and licked his hands a few times. Though he thought it was gross, he could live with it. He brought a grape up to her mouth leaned in and dropped the grape on her tongue, but before he could get out, Heather's massive lips closed on his waist. In the darkness Phil felt something soft, wet, and bumpy rub over his face and upper body. He felt Heather's giant fingers close on his legs and pull him slowly between her lips, then drop him. "Careful." She warned him. "I'm awfully hungry, you need to be quick."
Phil made sure to exit quickly for the next few grapes, Heather's mouth was not a place he wanted to go back to. However on the last grape, it didn't matter how quick he was. Heather closed her lips on him almost immediately. Once again he felt the massive tongue rub all over his face. And once more he felt Heather's fingers on his legs, but this time he was pushed all the way in. Once more he was trapped in the dark, wet, hot prison that was Heather's mouth. The smell of mint and grapes surrounded him. He was tossed around by the tongue, occasionally crashing into the grape. Phil's torture continued for several minutes, then he found himself forced to the bottom of her mouth, with her tongue firmly on top of him. He heard the disgusting squish of the grape being chewed, and he was sprayed with some of the juice.
He felt a bit of pressure, which he assumed was the grape being swallowed. As scary as that was from outside her mouth, inside was infinitely more terrifying. A large amount of saliva had accumulated in Heather's mouth, and Phil was soaked by it. She made no effort to get rid of the excess spit, but instead used her tongue to toss it around with him.
After a few more minutes Phil's prison tilted, and he felt himself sliding over Heather's tongue. He hoped that he was going forward towards the exit, but bumping into her uvula told him otherwise. Phil fell into her throat, and with a loud gulp, Heather swallowed. He was being pushed through a tight, soft, wet tunnel. It felt like a full body massage, but the terror of being swallowed prevented Phil from enjoying that fact.
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March 24, 2025
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