Scrub!
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 15
by
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xfax
Phil thought about his day, as he sat there on Ms. Prittey’s chest. He had been tossed, he had been turned, and all in the most unusual places. Now, he was forced to stay with his teacher! For a month! At least she could have said goodbye…Phil thought.
But then again, this may be a good thing. Ms. Prittey was a nice; granted she could be a bit sly and aroused at times, but that was expected of a woman of her build. This could also let him know Ms. Prittey a bit more. He would give it a try.
“So…um, Ms Prittey…did you really mean it,” Phil said nervously, “that you would like to take care of me for the next month?”
“Of course, Phil! You really have only been helpful to me, especially with my cleaning,” Ms Prittey said gleefully, but the added with a smirk, “but what I say goes, that means in the classroom and in here!”
“Yes, mame!,” Phil said with a new found respect for his teacher and now caretaker, “what do we do now?”
“What do you mean, keep on cleaning!”
“Oh right” Phil said as he grabbed his loofa (sponge) and leaped on to the brunette’s right breast (“Oof,” said Ms Prittey, “not so rough, okay?”). As he finished the cleansing, Phil marveled at its (the bosom’s) size and warmth. Completely smooth, utterly silky, and not to mention their size; they were the envy of many woman and aspiring girls.
“Well, good job,” praised Ms Prittey looking at Phil’s now 90 degree muscle, “Too much for you?”
Phil blushed at the remark, “I didn’t mean t-” Ms. Prittey interrupted him,
“My turn now,”
The buxom picked up the undressed 31/2 inch boy, and doused him in a flurry of soap, “what the-“ said Phil, but he had no time to respond. The following minutes were perhaps the most exhilarating and the most fearful of the day – and that was saying something. In the water, out the water, in the water, out of the water, soaped, in the water, out of… Finally, it seemed as if he was being dried by two massive mounds of flesh on his sides, which one can easily infer what they were, acting like steam rollers cleaning a shirt.
By the end of it, Phil was dazed and confused. In his attempt to supplant himself and gain balance, he clung his arms to his sides. There he noticed that he was completely clean, devoid of all dirt and grime and was lying on top of Ms Prittey’s delicate hand.
“I hoped you liked that,” Ms Prittey said jovially
“That…that was amazing,” cried Phil as he felt much more rejuvenated. It was then that he realized that it was nighttime, “where am I going to sleep”
Ms Prittey yawned, “Lets sleep here tonight, I’ve always wanted a water bed; as for you, I can’t let you out of my sight, you can sleep on me – pick a spot, just don’t be too rough, okay?”
Phil chose the softest region he could find and cuddled up against her cleavage and questioned, “but don’t you think sleeping in a tub full of water is dangerous?”
Ms Prittey had already slept, however, so his caution fell on deaf ears. Phil, too drowsy to care, also fell asleep.
It turns out that….
But then again, this may be a good thing. Ms. Prittey was a nice; granted she could be a bit sly and aroused at times, but that was expected of a woman of her build. This could also let him know Ms. Prittey a bit more. He would give it a try.
“So…um, Ms Prittey…did you really mean it,” Phil said nervously, “that you would like to take care of me for the next month?”
“Of course, Phil! You really have only been helpful to me, especially with my cleaning,” Ms Prittey said gleefully, but the added with a smirk, “but what I say goes, that means in the classroom and in here!”
“Yes, mame!,” Phil said with a new found respect for his teacher and now caretaker, “what do we do now?”
“What do you mean, keep on cleaning!”
“Oh right” Phil said as he grabbed his loofa (sponge) and leaped on to the brunette’s right breast (“Oof,” said Ms Prittey, “not so rough, okay?”). As he finished the cleansing, Phil marveled at its (the bosom’s) size and warmth. Completely smooth, utterly silky, and not to mention their size; they were the envy of many woman and aspiring girls.
“Well, good job,” praised Ms Prittey looking at Phil’s now 90 degree muscle, “Too much for you?”
Phil blushed at the remark, “I didn’t mean t-” Ms. Prittey interrupted him,
“My turn now,”
The buxom picked up the undressed 31/2 inch boy, and doused him in a flurry of soap, “what the-“ said Phil, but he had no time to respond. The following minutes were perhaps the most exhilarating and the most fearful of the day – and that was saying something. In the water, out the water, in the water, out of the water, soaped, in the water, out of… Finally, it seemed as if he was being dried by two massive mounds of flesh on his sides, which one can easily infer what they were, acting like steam rollers cleaning a shirt.
By the end of it, Phil was dazed and confused. In his attempt to supplant himself and gain balance, he clung his arms to his sides. There he noticed that he was completely clean, devoid of all dirt and grime and was lying on top of Ms Prittey’s delicate hand.
“I hoped you liked that,” Ms Prittey said jovially
“That…that was amazing,” cried Phil as he felt much more rejuvenated. It was then that he realized that it was nighttime, “where am I going to sleep”
Ms Prittey yawned, “Lets sleep here tonight, I’ve always wanted a water bed; as for you, I can’t let you out of my sight, you can sleep on me – pick a spot, just don’t be too rough, okay?”
Phil chose the softest region he could find and cuddled up against her cleavage and questioned, “but don’t you think sleeping in a tub full of water is dangerous?”
Ms Prittey had already slept, however, so his caution fell on deaf ears. Phil, too drowsy to care, also fell asleep.
It turns out that….
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March 24, 2025
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