Heather leaves Phil with her cat
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
After walking in the door, Heather hangs her things up and sits down on her couch. What a long day it had been... Phil had been driving her crazy the entire shift. Sometimes she could concentrate on work but, other times, the little guy wouldn't stop moving around. Despite how worked up she was, she didn't want to give in. Not yet at least.
She lays back and relaxes for a few minutes. Her time is cut short when she feels Phil squirming around again. If she didn't get him out now, she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.
Pulling off her pants and underwear, Heather then expels Phil. It takes a big push but, eventually, she feels Phil squeeze out and land on her palm. She raises him up to eye level to get a look at him. He's covered in her fluids and coughing. She watches as he pukes some of it out into a puddle on her palm. "Aww, poor little fella. Did someone drink too much of mama's juice?" She strokes his back with her finger. "I hope you saved some room for tonight, I have some special things in store for you."
Phil expelled what he hoped was the last of Heather's fluids from his system. He had no idea how he hadn't suffocated down there. He didn't bother questioning it. When he heard Heather mention that bit about plans later tonight, he lifted his head up. "...What do you mean?" he asked weakly. Heather gave him a smile, "you'll see when I get back." Phil looked at her, confused. "You aren't taking me with you?" he asked, remembering all of her rules. "Not this time. I promised Tinkerbell some time with you, remember?"
As if on queue, the cat hops up onto the counter nearby and meows cutely. "There you are!" Heather greets her with affection. "You're my cute little kitty, yes you are. You're going to keep Phil out of trouble while I'm gone, aren't you." Tinkerbell purrs as Heather gives her attention. All the while, the furry beast eyes Phil menacingly. "Please don't leave me with that thing!", Phil pleads. Heather turns her eyes to him in an angry glare, "her name is Tinkerbell, and she's been around much longer than you have. You'll do well to remember that."
Phil doesn't have any response to that. Heather curls her fingers around him and then walks into the living room. She opens one of the table drawers and pulls out the string from last night. Opening up her hand, she ties one end of it around him, and then turns to Tinkerbell who sits patiently on the couch. Phil is dropped gently onto the couch. He watches Heather tie the other end to Tinkerbell's collar.
Heather stands back up and laughs at the cute sight in front of her. "You two are ADORABLE. Now you two play nice, I'll be back in a few hours."
With that, she grabs her purse and leaves out the front door, leaving Phil and Tinkerbell to stare at one another in silence.
Who makes the first move?
She lays back and relaxes for a few minutes. Her time is cut short when she feels Phil squirming around again. If she didn't get him out now, she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.
Pulling off her pants and underwear, Heather then expels Phil. It takes a big push but, eventually, she feels Phil squeeze out and land on her palm. She raises him up to eye level to get a look at him. He's covered in her fluids and coughing. She watches as he pukes some of it out into a puddle on her palm. "Aww, poor little fella. Did someone drink too much of mama's juice?" She strokes his back with her finger. "I hope you saved some room for tonight, I have some special things in store for you."
Phil expelled what he hoped was the last of Heather's fluids from his system. He had no idea how he hadn't suffocated down there. He didn't bother questioning it. When he heard Heather mention that bit about plans later tonight, he lifted his head up. "...What do you mean?" he asked weakly. Heather gave him a smile, "you'll see when I get back." Phil looked at her, confused. "You aren't taking me with you?" he asked, remembering all of her rules. "Not this time. I promised Tinkerbell some time with you, remember?"
As if on queue, the cat hops up onto the counter nearby and meows cutely. "There you are!" Heather greets her with affection. "You're my cute little kitty, yes you are. You're going to keep Phil out of trouble while I'm gone, aren't you." Tinkerbell purrs as Heather gives her attention. All the while, the furry beast eyes Phil menacingly. "Please don't leave me with that thing!", Phil pleads. Heather turns her eyes to him in an angry glare, "her name is Tinkerbell, and she's been around much longer than you have. You'll do well to remember that."
Phil doesn't have any response to that. Heather curls her fingers around him and then walks into the living room. She opens one of the table drawers and pulls out the string from last night. Opening up her hand, she ties one end of it around him, and then turns to Tinkerbell who sits patiently on the couch. Phil is dropped gently onto the couch. He watches Heather tie the other end to Tinkerbell's collar.
Heather stands back up and laughs at the cute sight in front of her. "You two are ADORABLE. Now you two play nice, I'll be back in a few hours."
With that, she grabs her purse and leaves out the front door, leaving Phil and Tinkerbell to stare at one another in silence.
Who makes the first move?
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March 24, 2025
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