The last lesson
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
He fell away from this wretched mouth, down the chin and neck, and onto her left boob. At first bounced off the squishy surface, but then he landed back on and started to slide down. He quickly grabbed onto the boob to prevent himself from sliding off.
“You pervert! What are you doing?!” she exclaimed. “Like all men, just trying to get into our privates. Well I’ll show you what these can do. Maybe you wouldn’t like them so lustfully after all.”
She pressed Phil into her cleavage with her forefinger and squeezed her two boobs together.
“You don’t understand. This was an acci… umpfff” Phil tried to plead, but his squeals were ignored and quickly silenced as he was unable to breath inside there.
“And don’t you dare try to bite me again either!” Phil was confounded by the hypocrisy in this statement: she had tried to eat him.
With Phil in her breasts, Clement walked up to her bedroom. Phil couldn’t breathe in there and started to turn blue. Right before he would have died of suffocation, she took him out and looked at him angrily.
“Don’t you ever do either those two things to me again! Do you hear me?!”
“Yes Lady Clement.”
She threw him on her dresser and slammed her fist down on top of him as hard as she could nearly killing him.
“Next time you won’t be so lucky. Now for the last lesson: you are to supporting Kendra. You are to support her no matter what and not leave her hanging.”
She took off her shirt and her bra, completely showing her ample cleavage. Phil was both in wonder and scared out of his mind of what she had in store for him.
“Now here’s how this is going to work. To demonstrate what supporting looks like, I am going to put my boob on top of you, and you will support it. Then to show you how hard it is to be left hanging. I will move my boob off the dresser, and you are to hang on. If you fail to hang on, consider yourself dead. Do you understand?”
“Yes Lady Clement.”
Phil gasped as her right boob hovered on top of him and slowly lowered down on top of him. He grabbed it and lifted it up, but as she put more and more of its weight onto him, he began to strain more and more. Pretty soon it was too heavy for him, and he fell over. She quickly let go of her boob completely and released the rest of the weight onto him completely crushing him under her boob. He was no match for this mountain of flesh. It must have been ten times his weight and twelve times his size.
“You insignificant twerp,” she giggled. “You can’t even support half of my boob, might was as well my whole person. I could easily crush you with my one boob alone. I wish all men were like you.”
Just when Phil was getting used to being crushed under her boob (if one could ever get used to something like that), she lifted her boob up.
“You had better hang on or else. This is what it’s like to be left hanging by one of you men.”
Phil grabbed onto her with both his hands and was hoisted into the air, dangling off her cleavage.
“You’re pathetic,” she said and started to laugh. These chest convulsions Phil shake back and forth on her chest and almost let go. Just when Phil was about to let go, she put her boob back onto the dresser, and not Phil had to scramble to his feet and try to support the boob before it crushed him. It took only a few moments before he was crushed again by her weight.
This process was repeated for about an hour until Clement got bored with it. When Phil was hanging, she told him that he was finished and could let go. Phil fell onto the dresser where his exhausted body laid panting.
“Well that is all I had in mind for my lessons. You did pass, so I guess I should give you back to her as her boyfriend, but I really enjoy playing with you. Maybe I should keep you as my slave.”
Phil gasps at the prospect. Kendra was bad, but her mother was ten times worse. Phil looked in horror at the contemplating giantess who finally decides to…
“You pervert! What are you doing?!” she exclaimed. “Like all men, just trying to get into our privates. Well I’ll show you what these can do. Maybe you wouldn’t like them so lustfully after all.”
She pressed Phil into her cleavage with her forefinger and squeezed her two boobs together.
“You don’t understand. This was an acci… umpfff” Phil tried to plead, but his squeals were ignored and quickly silenced as he was unable to breath inside there.
“And don’t you dare try to bite me again either!” Phil was confounded by the hypocrisy in this statement: she had tried to eat him.
With Phil in her breasts, Clement walked up to her bedroom. Phil couldn’t breathe in there and started to turn blue. Right before he would have died of suffocation, she took him out and looked at him angrily.
“Don’t you ever do either those two things to me again! Do you hear me?!”
“Yes Lady Clement.”
She threw him on her dresser and slammed her fist down on top of him as hard as she could nearly killing him.
“Next time you won’t be so lucky. Now for the last lesson: you are to supporting Kendra. You are to support her no matter what and not leave her hanging.”
She took off her shirt and her bra, completely showing her ample cleavage. Phil was both in wonder and scared out of his mind of what she had in store for him.
“Now here’s how this is going to work. To demonstrate what supporting looks like, I am going to put my boob on top of you, and you will support it. Then to show you how hard it is to be left hanging. I will move my boob off the dresser, and you are to hang on. If you fail to hang on, consider yourself dead. Do you understand?”
“Yes Lady Clement.”
Phil gasped as her right boob hovered on top of him and slowly lowered down on top of him. He grabbed it and lifted it up, but as she put more and more of its weight onto him, he began to strain more and more. Pretty soon it was too heavy for him, and he fell over. She quickly let go of her boob completely and released the rest of the weight onto him completely crushing him under her boob. He was no match for this mountain of flesh. It must have been ten times his weight and twelve times his size.
“You insignificant twerp,” she giggled. “You can’t even support half of my boob, might was as well my whole person. I could easily crush you with my one boob alone. I wish all men were like you.”
Just when Phil was getting used to being crushed under her boob (if one could ever get used to something like that), she lifted her boob up.
“You had better hang on or else. This is what it’s like to be left hanging by one of you men.”
Phil grabbed onto her with both his hands and was hoisted into the air, dangling off her cleavage.
“You’re pathetic,” she said and started to laugh. These chest convulsions Phil shake back and forth on her chest and almost let go. Just when Phil was about to let go, she put her boob back onto the dresser, and not Phil had to scramble to his feet and try to support the boob before it crushed him. It took only a few moments before he was crushed again by her weight.
This process was repeated for about an hour until Clement got bored with it. When Phil was hanging, she told him that he was finished and could let go. Phil fell onto the dresser where his exhausted body laid panting.
“Well that is all I had in mind for my lessons. You did pass, so I guess I should give you back to her as her boyfriend, but I really enjoy playing with you. Maybe I should keep you as my slave.”
Phil gasps at the prospect. Kendra was bad, but her mother was ten times worse. Phil looked in horror at the contemplating giantess who finally decides to…
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