Claustrophobic Spongebob Novels & Stories

Gaby snatches the sponge again. “Tss! Stubborn!” said Clark. “What the….“ Gaby’s shocked reaction. Clark put foam on her nose. The young man laughed about how she reacted. “Very well!” said Gaby. It surprised Clark when Gaby put foam on both of his cheeks, and Gaby laughed loud. “Why did you do that? That could damage my skin,” Clark said. Of course, he was kidding. “Is your skin so delicate?” says Gaby, who couldn’t help laughing.

she added while laughing. "All right, let's get this over with. Are you aware of the location of the restrooms?" Zeeve had enquired. "Uh, no," Zeira responded with a devious grin on her face. Zeeve walked over to the nearest sales employee on his side of the aisle. It was a young lad, maybe my age or younger, who appeared to be really terrified and intimated by him. I couldn't help but note how tall Zeeve was in comparison to the boy. For Pete's sake, he's six and two feet tall and the boy was probably just my height which is 5’6.

Get the sponge, Liora. "Yes, sir," I whisper to the stone tiles, my voice small, entirely intimidated as I reach for the natural sea-sponge resting on the marble tray. My breath is completely trapped in my throat as he step down into the deep, steaming water, his large frame submerging beneath the froth until only his broad shoulders are exposed. I force my trembling knees to slide closer to the edge of the tub, dipping the sponge into the water, my heart pounding so loudly I am certain he can hear it. "Is... is the temperature alright, Mr. Hawthorne?"

he asked with wrinkled eyebrows and Rebecca burst into laughter. Susan shot her daughter a mean glare and she almost choked on the food, the family is in shock, on a normal day, Jimmy should be struggling with his breath right now. The lobster always causes an itching on his throat and makes him very uncomfortable, but today he seemed to enjoy it, he was even staring eagerly at it like he wanted to have another bite. What the hell was going on? To be continued!!

I didn't text him back, I just put it back inside my dress' pocket. "You also love 'Spongebob Squarepants' Belle?" "Huh?" I asked her back confused. Her voice was a bit loud and the boys around us also turned to her, especially Daniel and Alex. "Uhm.. yeah. It's kinda cute." I answered her having no clue on what was going on inside her mind. "Spongebob Squarepants.. uhmm.. yeah, it's kinda cute." She added a bit louder and I chuckled when I noticed the two men glaring at her. Are they having an issue or problem with Spongebob Squarepants?

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

The old trauma from years ago still lingered, but Leo’s solid arms around me made the fear manageable. “Let’s just find your shorts and get out of here,” I ordered, trying to sound stern. “Okay, ma’am.” I dipped my hand between our bodies, searching blindly in the water… and wrapped my fingers around something long, thick, and surprisingly firm. “Eww!” “What’s wrong?” Leo’s voice had dropped, suddenly rough and strained. “I think there’s a sea cucumber in this water…” I muttered, still touching it. “Wait… it’s getting bigger and harder. Oh my God, it’s rock hard now. It keeps growing in my hand… Babe, make it stop! Make it stop, it’s—”

We arrive home from the supermarket where Amelia and I are ushered into the house, I was just out in a supermarket but he makes sure to keep me away from his neighbours, what is this guys deal? He instructs me to deal with Amelia while he deals with the shopping, as loud knocks from the front door causes him to freeze. My first thought was that it must be ink but than I remember, the note I left for the unsuspecting supermarket worker. Anthony seems to move me away from the view of the front door where I'm pushed into a corner, as the knocks on the door get louder.

“Please… please don’t do this… please let me go…” “I’m going to put your head inside this deep well and I’m going to Fuck you from behind, Elsa. Your head will be in the well for three minutes and I’ll bring it out after every three minutes has passed until I spill my cum inside you.” “I have Aqua-phobia, please don’t do this, I’d die in there, please—“ “I know. Try to survive and you’ll get your freedom for a week, the more you struggle in there, the more the blood gushes out of your neck into the water and the more you lose your breathing.”

It's foolish to ask him, "W-What kind of boxer shorts are they, SpongeBob pfft! What kind of kid are you Sir Xander?" He was annoyed when he said, "You huh, SpongeBob is your favorite!" and chuckled. As he drew near and turned to face me, I abruptly stopped laughing because the boxer's saliva blinded me. After a brief moment of shock, the knowledge of what I had done jolted me to my feet. When I touched my nose while I had my mouth covered because I felt like something was trickling down it, I discovered blood. I alternately gaze at the middle of my bloodied index finger and the rest of it. I said, "What the f**k," and then abruptly passed out.