Lunchtime
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
Skylow
"The other girls wanted to see you again," the woman said, heading up a flight of stairs. "It's just about lunchtime now. Are you hungry?"
"Actually I am," Phil confessed. He hadn't thought about what time it was. His classes would have..."Class!" Phil screamed.
"What was that, sweetheart?" the woman asked.
"I have to get back to class!" Phil cried. "You have to take me back to the school!"
The woman laughed, which jiggled her breasts, along with Phil. "You're our little pet now sweetheart," she explained. "You don't need to worry yourself about studying and books and school." Phil felt sick as the woman opened the basement door. It led to a shabby kitchen with some beat-up cabenents, an old frige and a table that the other three girls were sitting around. The woman put Phil down on the table and then went to the frige and rummaged through it.
"Nice to see you awake," Sandy said from behind Phil. He turned around to see that he was just inches away from her massive breasts resting on the table. In fact, he could see three huge pairs of breasts, all resting on the table. "I was worried you'd been suffocated for a little bit there."
"Sandy, you have to get me back to the school. My mom's gonna panic when she finds out I'm missing. Please!" Phil was almost ready to cry as he pleaded with Sandy. With one movement of her chest, Sandy hit Phil with her left boob and sent him flying across the table, much to the amusement of all the women. "W...why did you do that?" Phil demanded, tears coming to his eyes.
"You just needed a little reminder of your place," Sandy said calmly. "Toys are more fun when they don't whine."
"Sandy, be nice to him," said the girl who took him out of the basement. She was putting food on the table as well as cans of beer. There was bread, peanut butter, honey, lunchmeat, mayonase and cheese.
"How about I make you a sandwich," Alice offered Phil gently.
Still shaken, Phil said...
"Actually I am," Phil confessed. He hadn't thought about what time it was. His classes would have..."Class!" Phil screamed.
"What was that, sweetheart?" the woman asked.
"I have to get back to class!" Phil cried. "You have to take me back to the school!"
The woman laughed, which jiggled her breasts, along with Phil. "You're our little pet now sweetheart," she explained. "You don't need to worry yourself about studying and books and school." Phil felt sick as the woman opened the basement door. It led to a shabby kitchen with some beat-up cabenents, an old frige and a table that the other three girls were sitting around. The woman put Phil down on the table and then went to the frige and rummaged through it.
"Nice to see you awake," Sandy said from behind Phil. He turned around to see that he was just inches away from her massive breasts resting on the table. In fact, he could see three huge pairs of breasts, all resting on the table. "I was worried you'd been suffocated for a little bit there."
"Sandy, you have to get me back to the school. My mom's gonna panic when she finds out I'm missing. Please!" Phil was almost ready to cry as he pleaded with Sandy. With one movement of her chest, Sandy hit Phil with her left boob and sent him flying across the table, much to the amusement of all the women. "W...why did you do that?" Phil demanded, tears coming to his eyes.
"You just needed a little reminder of your place," Sandy said calmly. "Toys are more fun when they don't whine."
"Sandy, be nice to him," said the girl who took him out of the basement. She was putting food on the table as well as cans of beer. There was bread, peanut butter, honey, lunchmeat, mayonase and cheese.
"How about I make you a sandwich," Alice offered Phil gently.
Still shaken, Phil said...
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