The Rules
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
Eventually Phil heard Penelope park her car and begin to walk outside. Quickly she opened a door, walked around a little, and plopped herself onto her couch. Phil felt a final umph as weight as the gigantic woman shifted herself to get comfortable. He felt a breath of fresh air and a gentle tug from the string he was tied to as she brought him out. He was in her living room face-to-face with his kidnapper.
"Hey there," she began. "I hope you had a nice day riding around." He didn't, but he didn't say anything. She untied him from her necklace, holding him loosely in her palm. He tried to struggle free, but she only had to tighten her grip slightly. With her other hand, she grabbed some sort of white cloth and brought it up to the lamp sitting right next to the couch. She tied it to both ends of the lampshade and dropped Phil on top of it. He immediately knew what the cloth was: her dirty sock as the stench came forward. As a reflex, he tried to run across the fabric only to be stopped suddenly by the view at the edge. In front of him was a sheer drop to the wooden floor. He stopped just in time to not fall off; however, the momentum of his running caused his floor to shake, throwing him forward. He was falling and beginning to tip off, when he quickly grabs onto the sock and uses that to flip himself back around. The vibrations are even worse now, as they force him back to the center. He looks up and realizes the sheer impossibility of moving against the uneven surface. The stench begins to engulf him.
Chuckling, Penelope says, "You better be careful little fella."
He flips around to see her smiling face. "I'm going to go upstairs and change. I'll be back in a minute so we can hang out."
With that she walks away, the wind formed by her turning around sends the sock bouncing. Phil is trying not to get dizzy from either the stench or the movement.
In a little while, she comes back. She had changed out of her police clothes and into some more comfortable short shorts and a tee-shirt. Without her uniform, Phil finally gets a sense of how hot she really is. She is Latino with long, curly black hair down to her shoulders. She must wear D-cups over her rather busty cleavage. Her stomach immediately tucks itself back in until it transitions down to her well-trimmed ass. Her shorts go up to her thighs showing off her perfect legs down to her slippers. Penelope smiles unashamedly as she can tell that Phil was checking her out.
She picks him up as she lies down on the couch almost in one motion. She lays him down onto her thighs as she extends her legs out. He can feel the warmth from her body as he stands near the edge of her shorts and legs.
"I have three rules as you live with me," she began. Phil swallowed realizing that she wasn't going to let him go.
"First, you must obey everything I say without complaint or talking back.
Second, you must address me as Miss Penelope and never insult or do anything disrespectful.
Third, you must beautify my entire body at least once a week."
"Beatify your body?" Phil winces instinctively. "What does that mean?"
She looks at him with a fancy-you-should-ask face. "Well, I expect you to paint my toes, keep my soles pedicured, shave my legs and thighs, rub lotion on my back and chest, maintain my nails, manicure my hands, trim my nails, floss my teeth, help with make-up on my face, to wash my hair, and whatever else is needed to keep me as the beautify woman that I am. Once a week, you will have done all these things, some of them more than once as needed."
"And what if I don't obey your rules?"
"That's my favorite part," she purrs seductively as she grabs Phil by the arms and hoists him into the air. "Punishment." She brought him up to her mouth. Never had he been more afraid in his life: her front porch sized mouth was inches from him smiling devilishly. "Just test me, and you'll find out," it said. The wind caused him to shake violently. He tried to wiggle unto the fingers that held him arms there, but to no avail. She only giggled childishly, creating a wind storm. After she had made her point, she simply threw him back onto her thighs. He landed and skidded across her flies like a plane with a bad landing.
Once he got up, she resumed, "Do I make myself clear? Are you willing to obey the rules?"
"Yes," Phil replied.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes Miss Penelope."
"Good. Now remember: I would love to punish you, so I will be looking for any mistake or any rule violation. It's best to do everything I ask perfectly, so I have no basis."
With that she moves her legs across the couch to the coffee table. The sudden movement sends Phil twirling as his ground began to slant upwards and then shift. This causes him to fall down her waist and then off entirely. Once he lands on the couch, he looked up. Dumbfounded, he sees her gigantic butt shift towards him as it rotates. The couch fabric near him was being engulfed by its pressure, and is trying to shove him under as well. He runs in a desperate attempt. It seems to work as her butt goes further and further away. Suddenly he rushes forward face first as she had stopped moving. It felt like running on a treadmill and flying forward as it simply stopped. He tumbles into the crater in the couch where her knees had been.
"So pathetic," she beams down at him. "Remember I won't slow down for you. You are to do what I say and otherwise make sure you fend for yourself."
She grabs him and brings him up to her face. "I'm going to watch some TV. I want you to start beautifying me, starting with...
"Hey there," she began. "I hope you had a nice day riding around." He didn't, but he didn't say anything. She untied him from her necklace, holding him loosely in her palm. He tried to struggle free, but she only had to tighten her grip slightly. With her other hand, she grabbed some sort of white cloth and brought it up to the lamp sitting right next to the couch. She tied it to both ends of the lampshade and dropped Phil on top of it. He immediately knew what the cloth was: her dirty sock as the stench came forward. As a reflex, he tried to run across the fabric only to be stopped suddenly by the view at the edge. In front of him was a sheer drop to the wooden floor. He stopped just in time to not fall off; however, the momentum of his running caused his floor to shake, throwing him forward. He was falling and beginning to tip off, when he quickly grabs onto the sock and uses that to flip himself back around. The vibrations are even worse now, as they force him back to the center. He looks up and realizes the sheer impossibility of moving against the uneven surface. The stench begins to engulf him.
Chuckling, Penelope says, "You better be careful little fella."
He flips around to see her smiling face. "I'm going to go upstairs and change. I'll be back in a minute so we can hang out."
With that she walks away, the wind formed by her turning around sends the sock bouncing. Phil is trying not to get dizzy from either the stench or the movement.
In a little while, she comes back. She had changed out of her police clothes and into some more comfortable short shorts and a tee-shirt. Without her uniform, Phil finally gets a sense of how hot she really is. She is Latino with long, curly black hair down to her shoulders. She must wear D-cups over her rather busty cleavage. Her stomach immediately tucks itself back in until it transitions down to her well-trimmed ass. Her shorts go up to her thighs showing off her perfect legs down to her slippers. Penelope smiles unashamedly as she can tell that Phil was checking her out.
She picks him up as she lies down on the couch almost in one motion. She lays him down onto her thighs as she extends her legs out. He can feel the warmth from her body as he stands near the edge of her shorts and legs.
"I have three rules as you live with me," she began. Phil swallowed realizing that she wasn't going to let him go.
"First, you must obey everything I say without complaint or talking back.
Second, you must address me as Miss Penelope and never insult or do anything disrespectful.
Third, you must beautify my entire body at least once a week."
"Beatify your body?" Phil winces instinctively. "What does that mean?"
She looks at him with a fancy-you-should-ask face. "Well, I expect you to paint my toes, keep my soles pedicured, shave my legs and thighs, rub lotion on my back and chest, maintain my nails, manicure my hands, trim my nails, floss my teeth, help with make-up on my face, to wash my hair, and whatever else is needed to keep me as the beautify woman that I am. Once a week, you will have done all these things, some of them more than once as needed."
"And what if I don't obey your rules?"
"That's my favorite part," she purrs seductively as she grabs Phil by the arms and hoists him into the air. "Punishment." She brought him up to her mouth. Never had he been more afraid in his life: her front porch sized mouth was inches from him smiling devilishly. "Just test me, and you'll find out," it said. The wind caused him to shake violently. He tried to wiggle unto the fingers that held him arms there, but to no avail. She only giggled childishly, creating a wind storm. After she had made her point, she simply threw him back onto her thighs. He landed and skidded across her flies like a plane with a bad landing.
Once he got up, she resumed, "Do I make myself clear? Are you willing to obey the rules?"
"Yes," Phil replied.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes Miss Penelope."
"Good. Now remember: I would love to punish you, so I will be looking for any mistake or any rule violation. It's best to do everything I ask perfectly, so I have no basis."
With that she moves her legs across the couch to the coffee table. The sudden movement sends Phil twirling as his ground began to slant upwards and then shift. This causes him to fall down her waist and then off entirely. Once he lands on the couch, he looked up. Dumbfounded, he sees her gigantic butt shift towards him as it rotates. The couch fabric near him was being engulfed by its pressure, and is trying to shove him under as well. He runs in a desperate attempt. It seems to work as her butt goes further and further away. Suddenly he rushes forward face first as she had stopped moving. It felt like running on a treadmill and flying forward as it simply stopped. He tumbles into the crater in the couch where her knees had been.
"So pathetic," she beams down at him. "Remember I won't slow down for you. You are to do what I say and otherwise make sure you fend for yourself."
She grabs him and brings him up to her face. "I'm going to watch some TV. I want you to start beautifying me, starting with...
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