Off to Work We Go
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
“Hey little cutie, nice to meet you. I guess you’ll be spending the afternoon with me,” she said as she brought Phil closer to her gigantic lips.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To work of course. I can’t get late even for something as amazing as you!”
Before Phil could respond, she plopped him into her mouth, dropping him onto her tongue.
“You aren’t going to eat me, are you?!” Phil exclaimed.
“Well lucky for you, I just ate lunch so the temptation is less. We’ll see how I feel later though.”
In fear Phil tried to climb out of her mouth. The floor beneath him started to rise though as Rita raised the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Soon he was running up an ever-steepening hill. He lost his footing and started to slide backwards towards his throat. He desperately tried to grab onto her tongue to avoid being swallowed, but her tongue was too slippery and smooth. He turned around and watched as the abyss of her throat came ever closer. Just in time he lunged his feet against her cheeks, wedging him firmly. He dangled overtop her throat, looking down at his near death. He hung there for a few seconds until Rita lowered her tongue. Immediately he leaped on top of her tongue, relieved to be alive.
“I wouldn’t try to move too much in there if I were you. You may accidentally get swallowed” she cooed. She flipped her tongue upwards suddenly, causing Phil to fly backwards a little as a reminder. He quickly jumped back to his position on the front of her tongue. It was dark, damp, and uncomfortable, but at least it was safe.
Phil could hear the engine turn on as Rita started driving. He would frequently be sloshed around when the car turned, stopped, and started. He could have sworn that Rita over-exaggerated this by tussling him a little with her tongue and sometimes pretended she was turning just to play with him. Eventually she parked the car, walked to work, and sat down at her office. Phil, worn out, lay panting on her tongue.
“Well now I am at work,” Rita suddenly announced.
“Can you please take me out?” Phil pleaded.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To work of course. I can’t get late even for something as amazing as you!”
Before Phil could respond, she plopped him into her mouth, dropping him onto her tongue.
“You aren’t going to eat me, are you?!” Phil exclaimed.
“Well lucky for you, I just ate lunch so the temptation is less. We’ll see how I feel later though.”
In fear Phil tried to climb out of her mouth. The floor beneath him started to rise though as Rita raised the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Soon he was running up an ever-steepening hill. He lost his footing and started to slide backwards towards his throat. He desperately tried to grab onto her tongue to avoid being swallowed, but her tongue was too slippery and smooth. He turned around and watched as the abyss of her throat came ever closer. Just in time he lunged his feet against her cheeks, wedging him firmly. He dangled overtop her throat, looking down at his near death. He hung there for a few seconds until Rita lowered her tongue. Immediately he leaped on top of her tongue, relieved to be alive.
“I wouldn’t try to move too much in there if I were you. You may accidentally get swallowed” she cooed. She flipped her tongue upwards suddenly, causing Phil to fly backwards a little as a reminder. He quickly jumped back to his position on the front of her tongue. It was dark, damp, and uncomfortable, but at least it was safe.
Phil could hear the engine turn on as Rita started driving. He would frequently be sloshed around when the car turned, stopped, and started. He could have sworn that Rita over-exaggerated this by tussling him a little with her tongue and sometimes pretended she was turning just to play with him. Eventually she parked the car, walked to work, and sat down at her office. Phil, worn out, lay panting on her tongue.
“Well now I am at work,” Rita suddenly announced.
“Can you please take me out?” Phil pleaded.
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