Essay
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
"Now the first thing I want to do with you is..."
Phil knew that he had to be quick on his feet if he didn't want to become Kendra's new plaything for the next hour. Before Kendra could brainstorm an activity, Phil realized he needed to break her concentration.
"But remember the big test Ms. Prittey assigned for tomorrow. You had better study for it before getting too distracted from me," he interrupted.
"That's a good point," she responded, biting her lip a little in annoyance. "You seem quite quick to not do anything with me."
"It's not that. I just don't want to see you fail."
"I see," she sarcastically snapped back. "That's so altruistic of you! Don't try to push your girlfriend away like that. You'll break my heart, and I may need to tell my other."
Phil gulped, thinking about what her mother would put him through if Kendra told her something like that. She laughed a little as she walked over to her desk, firmly clutching Phil.
"Now, I bet you wouldn't mind giving me a foot rub while write me paper. That would really be helpful."
She didn't give Phil a chance to respond, but simply dropped him underneath her desk, took out her computer, and began typing. Phil meanwhile rolled across the floor underneath her, finally stopping by hitting one of the desk legs.
"Don't be shy. Now I expect it to feel good."
Phil walked over to her feet. Her legs were slightly extended and her feet were propped upwards, with only the heels touching the ground. He began to rub her right heel, and in response she made reciprocal groans of delight. This slowly quieted down as she started to concentrate on her paper. Soon she sort of forgot that Phil was down there entirely. His rubs weakened in intensity and began to feel only like a slight tickle. Reflexively she scratched the bottom of her heel with her other foot to quench the tickle. This sent Phil's world into complete chaos. Her toes came reigning down on top of him. Desperately kicking and screaming for her attention, he was then smashed between her heel and toes of her other foot and rubbed back and forth as she scratched.
Kendra quickly realized what she was doing and decided to have a little fun with him. The foot message had gotten a little boring anyways. She pressed him along her whole foot until he was trapped in between both sets of toes. At first he tried to crawl out and scream to get her attention, but she just pretended to too focused on paper to notice him. As soon as he got used to his cage and just sat there in the crevice silently, she separated her feet. Phil was ecstatic to be free until he realized that the floor beneath him was disappearing and if he didn't act quickly, he'd fall a good two or three stories. He quickly latched onto one of her big toes, hugging it to hold on. At this, she scratched this toe with her other foot, whacking Phil with her other big toe and then inserting it between her toes. With it, she plied free Phil's grip around her toe, causing him to slip. He had grab onto the top of her foot to prevent him from falling. This is exactly where Kendra wanted him. She moved her other foot away and began to flex her foot up and down. Poor Phil, who was dangling for dear life, was knocked headfirst into her each time.
She then lifted her foot into the air and crossed it with her other leg, meaning that if Phil slipped instead of a two or three story fall it would be more like ten to fifteen. Phil's screams became a little louder, but she continued to ignore them. When she made the switch, her foot was slanted sideways. This flipped Phil around causing him to let got of his hold. He now had to grab onto the side of her toe or fall. This gave her an idea. Every about thirty seconds, in addition to shaking her foot, she would flip it has well, forcing Phil to loose his grip and have to grab on again.
After many minutes of this, Phil could not hold on anymore. His hand slipped, and he found himself falling. Kendra quickly swooped her foot underneath him halfway down, to minimize his fall. He whacked against her foot, which slowed him down enough to survive the rest of the drop towards the ground. He landed with a thud, his body limp and unable to move. He instinctively curled into the fetal position due to exhaustion, pain, and fear.
He looked up to see Kendra's two feet descend upon him like talons. One foot grabbed his arms, squeezing them between its toes, and the other the same with his legs. He was helplessly torn from his defensive position as her feet separated and forced Phil's body apart. Kendra spread him further and further apart until it felt like his limbs were going to burst. In the pain, he screamed for mercy as it now had become clear she was messing with him from the start. After holding him like this for a few seconds, she brought her feet back together again: she knew that his body could only stand so much and didn't want to waste him too early.
Once together, the toes that held onto his arms also grabbed his face. He found himself smashed against the soft underbelly underneath her toes. His eyes and mouth absorbing their sticky sweat and grime. The stench was also horrid. She'd rotate her feet, causing his body to bend, though she was careful not to take him to the breaking point. He wanted to scream, but each time his mouth was pressed against the insides of her toes and he couldn't. This became her comfortable position as she started working on her essay again.
Phil knew that he had to be quick on his feet if he didn't want to become Kendra's new plaything for the next hour. Before Kendra could brainstorm an activity, Phil realized he needed to break her concentration.
"But remember the big test Ms. Prittey assigned for tomorrow. You had better study for it before getting too distracted from me," he interrupted.
"That's a good point," she responded, biting her lip a little in annoyance. "You seem quite quick to not do anything with me."
"It's not that. I just don't want to see you fail."
"I see," she sarcastically snapped back. "That's so altruistic of you! Don't try to push your girlfriend away like that. You'll break my heart, and I may need to tell my other."
Phil gulped, thinking about what her mother would put him through if Kendra told her something like that. She laughed a little as she walked over to her desk, firmly clutching Phil.
"Now, I bet you wouldn't mind giving me a foot rub while write me paper. That would really be helpful."
She didn't give Phil a chance to respond, but simply dropped him underneath her desk, took out her computer, and began typing. Phil meanwhile rolled across the floor underneath her, finally stopping by hitting one of the desk legs.
"Don't be shy. Now I expect it to feel good."
Phil walked over to her feet. Her legs were slightly extended and her feet were propped upwards, with only the heels touching the ground. He began to rub her right heel, and in response she made reciprocal groans of delight. This slowly quieted down as she started to concentrate on her paper. Soon she sort of forgot that Phil was down there entirely. His rubs weakened in intensity and began to feel only like a slight tickle. Reflexively she scratched the bottom of her heel with her other foot to quench the tickle. This sent Phil's world into complete chaos. Her toes came reigning down on top of him. Desperately kicking and screaming for her attention, he was then smashed between her heel and toes of her other foot and rubbed back and forth as she scratched.
Kendra quickly realized what she was doing and decided to have a little fun with him. The foot message had gotten a little boring anyways. She pressed him along her whole foot until he was trapped in between both sets of toes. At first he tried to crawl out and scream to get her attention, but she just pretended to too focused on paper to notice him. As soon as he got used to his cage and just sat there in the crevice silently, she separated her feet. Phil was ecstatic to be free until he realized that the floor beneath him was disappearing and if he didn't act quickly, he'd fall a good two or three stories. He quickly latched onto one of her big toes, hugging it to hold on. At this, she scratched this toe with her other foot, whacking Phil with her other big toe and then inserting it between her toes. With it, she plied free Phil's grip around her toe, causing him to slip. He had grab onto the top of her foot to prevent him from falling. This is exactly where Kendra wanted him. She moved her other foot away and began to flex her foot up and down. Poor Phil, who was dangling for dear life, was knocked headfirst into her each time.
She then lifted her foot into the air and crossed it with her other leg, meaning that if Phil slipped instead of a two or three story fall it would be more like ten to fifteen. Phil's screams became a little louder, but she continued to ignore them. When she made the switch, her foot was slanted sideways. This flipped Phil around causing him to let got of his hold. He now had to grab onto the side of her toe or fall. This gave her an idea. Every about thirty seconds, in addition to shaking her foot, she would flip it has well, forcing Phil to loose his grip and have to grab on again.
After many minutes of this, Phil could not hold on anymore. His hand slipped, and he found himself falling. Kendra quickly swooped her foot underneath him halfway down, to minimize his fall. He whacked against her foot, which slowed him down enough to survive the rest of the drop towards the ground. He landed with a thud, his body limp and unable to move. He instinctively curled into the fetal position due to exhaustion, pain, and fear.
He looked up to see Kendra's two feet descend upon him like talons. One foot grabbed his arms, squeezing them between its toes, and the other the same with his legs. He was helplessly torn from his defensive position as her feet separated and forced Phil's body apart. Kendra spread him further and further apart until it felt like his limbs were going to burst. In the pain, he screamed for mercy as it now had become clear she was messing with him from the start. After holding him like this for a few seconds, she brought her feet back together again: she knew that his body could only stand so much and didn't want to waste him too early.
Once together, the toes that held onto his arms also grabbed his face. He found himself smashed against the soft underbelly underneath her toes. His eyes and mouth absorbing their sticky sweat and grime. The stench was also horrid. She'd rotate her feet, causing his body to bend, though she was careful not to take him to the breaking point. He wanted to scream, but each time his mouth was pressed against the insides of her toes and he couldn't. This became her comfortable position as she started working on her essay again.
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