Heather loves her kitty...
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
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copier
· original author:
matheson
Heather sees the string hanging from Tinkerbell's mouth then the bulges moving around her tummy. She giggles at the sight. "Are you enjoying your snack, miss Tinkerbell?" The cat meows as if in response. Heather can't help herself. She puts down the plastic bag on the bed and puts her hands on the cats tummy. She can feel the little guy thrashing around inside. "Aww..." she coos and picks up Tinkerbell. She cuddles the cat in her arms, "I'm so glad you two are are getting along so well!"
Heather puts Tinkerbell back down onto the bed and kneels down to face her. "Okay, it's time to give mommy's friend back." Heather grabs the string and start to pull on it.
Phil can't believe Heather's reaction when she came in. He thought for sure she'd be upset. He was, at least, relieved when he heard her say that last bit and felt the pressure of the string around his waist. Phil squeezes his body into Tinkerbell's throat and slides out with Heather's help.
Tinkerbell doesn't want to give her prize up, however. She tries to swallow Phil again, constricting his body with her throat muscles. Lucky for Phil, Heather's grip on the string is too strong, and he keeps moving forward. When he reaches her mouth, he feels a wave of relief wash over him.
Heather pulls on the string until she feels Phil knock against Tinkerbell's front teeth and won't budge. It seems her kitty really doesn't want to give up her meal. "Now now missy, don't be greedy," she says as she tries to pry the cat's teeth apart with her fingers. She doesn't want to hurt her, but her jaw just won't seem to budge.
She then jokingly tries to reason with the cat, "if you let him go, I'll let you have him all to yourself, tomorrow." As she said this, Phil was tickling the cat's throat with your feet. In what Heather saw as agreement, and Phil saw as the beginning of a sneeze, Tinkerbell's jaw opened. Phil's body then slid out and splashed onto Heather's waiting hand. "There you go, good girl", she says as she pets her and gets up.
Phil just laid there in Heather's hand, enjoying his first breath of fresh air in hours.
Heather gives him a moment, then unties the string from around him. She takes him into the bathroom and gives him a good bath under the faucet in the sink. She hums as she lathers his body up with soap using her delicate fingers. The feeling of her hands rubbing all over his body is amazing.
When she feels he's clean enough, she walks back into the bedroom and drops Phil on the bed. She grabs Tinkerbell and puts her down in the hallway outside the room. "Mommy's friend and I need to have some private time right now, okay?" She kisses the cat on the head and closes the door.
She then walks up to the bed and reaches into the bag.
What does she pull out?
Heather puts Tinkerbell back down onto the bed and kneels down to face her. "Okay, it's time to give mommy's friend back." Heather grabs the string and start to pull on it.
Phil can't believe Heather's reaction when she came in. He thought for sure she'd be upset. He was, at least, relieved when he heard her say that last bit and felt the pressure of the string around his waist. Phil squeezes his body into Tinkerbell's throat and slides out with Heather's help.
Tinkerbell doesn't want to give her prize up, however. She tries to swallow Phil again, constricting his body with her throat muscles. Lucky for Phil, Heather's grip on the string is too strong, and he keeps moving forward. When he reaches her mouth, he feels a wave of relief wash over him.
Heather pulls on the string until she feels Phil knock against Tinkerbell's front teeth and won't budge. It seems her kitty really doesn't want to give up her meal. "Now now missy, don't be greedy," she says as she tries to pry the cat's teeth apart with her fingers. She doesn't want to hurt her, but her jaw just won't seem to budge.
She then jokingly tries to reason with the cat, "if you let him go, I'll let you have him all to yourself, tomorrow." As she said this, Phil was tickling the cat's throat with your feet. In what Heather saw as agreement, and Phil saw as the beginning of a sneeze, Tinkerbell's jaw opened. Phil's body then slid out and splashed onto Heather's waiting hand. "There you go, good girl", she says as she pets her and gets up.
Phil just laid there in Heather's hand, enjoying his first breath of fresh air in hours.
Heather gives him a moment, then unties the string from around him. She takes him into the bathroom and gives him a good bath under the faucet in the sink. She hums as she lathers his body up with soap using her delicate fingers. The feeling of her hands rubbing all over his body is amazing.
When she feels he's clean enough, she walks back into the bedroom and drops Phil on the bed. She grabs Tinkerbell and puts her down in the hallway outside the room. "Mommy's friend and I need to have some private time right now, okay?" She kisses the cat on the head and closes the door.
She then walks up to the bed and reaches into the bag.
What does she pull out?
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