Tinkerbell makes the first move.
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
There is a moment of stillness in the air before Tinkerbell makes her move. She stalk towards Phil slowly. He backs up, trying not to excite the beast. Not looking where his legs are, he accidentally gets his foot wrapped up in the string and falls onto his back.
Tinkerbell walks up to him, her face hovering over his body. She puts her nose on his chest and sniffs. Phil punches the nose away and crawls backward. She jerks her head back in response, then gives him a playful swat. The swat sends Phil tumbling off to the side. Tinkerbell then pounces on top of him. The weight of her paws and upper body slam down on top of Phil, knocking him unconscious.
Everything is hazy for Phil during the next few minutes. He feels his body being dragged somewhere. When he starts to regain consciousness, he finds himself lying on his back, but he can't seem move his arms around. Something strong is gripping around them and his chest. He opens his eyes, but everything is fuzzy. He squints them and, as he regains focus he sees shiny pink walls all around him. When he looks over to his chest, he notices the rows of white spikes holding him in place. He panics when he brain puts the pieces together, he's inside Tinkerbell's mouth! She's trying to eat him again!
Phil kicks madly as he tries to wiggle free of the cat's grasp. When he feels himself getting loose, Tinkerbell responds by lunging her head forward and cramming even more of his body inside. More than half of his body is trapped within her mouth now; her teeth gently but firmly clamp around his knees.
Within seconds, she does it again. Phil can't see a thing. His head is stuck inside Tinkerbell's throat! Next thing he knows, wet muscles constrict around him. He feels them drag his body deeper into the slimy tunnel. The walls are so tight that he can barely move, let alone breathe. She must be swallowing!
Phil can still feel his legs freely kicking around inside the cat's mouth. He spreads them apart to stop himself from going deeper. Unfortunately, Tinkerbell keeps swallowing. The muscles urge him down again and again until finally his legs give out and slide inside the throat with the rest of his body.
There's nothing that can save him now. The string that saved him last night has too much slack, and he doesn't have the strength to fight the flow of his body down the tube as it carries him to Tinkerbell's stomach. He can only lay there as his body slides along. Finally, his body is deposited into a small sack, partially filled with a sticky liquid. He feels the fleshy entrance close up behind him.
The air is hot and humid; everything is wet and sticky. As Phil sits among the soupy substance, he feels the walls contracting and expanding against his entire body. It feels like a full-body massage. It's so cramped, there isn't any room to stretch out. In fact, it's so tight that every move he makes stretches the rubbery sack.
It takes Phil a few minutes to recover from the shock. He was just swallowed whole by Heather's cat. He frowns as he understands why his mother never let him have any pets, now. He's got to get out of here before Tinkerbell digests him.
He turns himself around and tries to push himself through the hole he came in from. He gets his upper body inside but, before he can squeeze the rest of his body in, Tinkerbell feels it and swallows. The wave of muscles throw him right back into the soup. He tries a couple more times, but each time Tinkerbell sends him back where he started. After the third attempt, Phil gets the point. He'll have to wait until Heather gets home. It should only be a couple hours.
On the outside, Tinkerbell hasn't moved. She lays in place while waiting for her stomach to settle down. She purrs as she feels her snack moving around inside her.
It takes about half an hour, but finally she feels the little guy stop moving around. She goes into Heather's room to take a nap on her bed.
...
Phil had been laying in the warm fluids of Tinkerbell's stomach for some time now. He found that there was no hope of being dry in here. Any slight movement Tinkerbell made jiggled the stomach around, sloshing him and the liquid about. He doesn't know anatomy very well, but he hoped that cats don't digest their food too quickly. It seemed that way, since he felt just fine so far. He counts himself lucky.
Phil suddenly hears a muffled sound which resembles a door opening and closing. Thinking it's Heather, he uses his remaining strength to get her attention.
Heather walks inside her apartment, carrying a bag in her hand. She wonders where Tinkerbell and Phil had gone off to as she locks the door. When she checks her bedroom, she finds Tinkerbell laying on the bed. The cat lifts her head up and meows as she walks in. Phil is missing. That's when she sees the string hanging from Tinkerbell's mouth.
What is her reaction?
Tinkerbell walks up to him, her face hovering over his body. She puts her nose on his chest and sniffs. Phil punches the nose away and crawls backward. She jerks her head back in response, then gives him a playful swat. The swat sends Phil tumbling off to the side. Tinkerbell then pounces on top of him. The weight of her paws and upper body slam down on top of Phil, knocking him unconscious.
Everything is hazy for Phil during the next few minutes. He feels his body being dragged somewhere. When he starts to regain consciousness, he finds himself lying on his back, but he can't seem move his arms around. Something strong is gripping around them and his chest. He opens his eyes, but everything is fuzzy. He squints them and, as he regains focus he sees shiny pink walls all around him. When he looks over to his chest, he notices the rows of white spikes holding him in place. He panics when he brain puts the pieces together, he's inside Tinkerbell's mouth! She's trying to eat him again!
Phil kicks madly as he tries to wiggle free of the cat's grasp. When he feels himself getting loose, Tinkerbell responds by lunging her head forward and cramming even more of his body inside. More than half of his body is trapped within her mouth now; her teeth gently but firmly clamp around his knees.
Within seconds, she does it again. Phil can't see a thing. His head is stuck inside Tinkerbell's throat! Next thing he knows, wet muscles constrict around him. He feels them drag his body deeper into the slimy tunnel. The walls are so tight that he can barely move, let alone breathe. She must be swallowing!
Phil can still feel his legs freely kicking around inside the cat's mouth. He spreads them apart to stop himself from going deeper. Unfortunately, Tinkerbell keeps swallowing. The muscles urge him down again and again until finally his legs give out and slide inside the throat with the rest of his body.
There's nothing that can save him now. The string that saved him last night has too much slack, and he doesn't have the strength to fight the flow of his body down the tube as it carries him to Tinkerbell's stomach. He can only lay there as his body slides along. Finally, his body is deposited into a small sack, partially filled with a sticky liquid. He feels the fleshy entrance close up behind him.
The air is hot and humid; everything is wet and sticky. As Phil sits among the soupy substance, he feels the walls contracting and expanding against his entire body. It feels like a full-body massage. It's so cramped, there isn't any room to stretch out. In fact, it's so tight that every move he makes stretches the rubbery sack.
It takes Phil a few minutes to recover from the shock. He was just swallowed whole by Heather's cat. He frowns as he understands why his mother never let him have any pets, now. He's got to get out of here before Tinkerbell digests him.
He turns himself around and tries to push himself through the hole he came in from. He gets his upper body inside but, before he can squeeze the rest of his body in, Tinkerbell feels it and swallows. The wave of muscles throw him right back into the soup. He tries a couple more times, but each time Tinkerbell sends him back where he started. After the third attempt, Phil gets the point. He'll have to wait until Heather gets home. It should only be a couple hours.
On the outside, Tinkerbell hasn't moved. She lays in place while waiting for her stomach to settle down. She purrs as she feels her snack moving around inside her.
It takes about half an hour, but finally she feels the little guy stop moving around. She goes into Heather's room to take a nap on her bed.
...
Phil had been laying in the warm fluids of Tinkerbell's stomach for some time now. He found that there was no hope of being dry in here. Any slight movement Tinkerbell made jiggled the stomach around, sloshing him and the liquid about. He doesn't know anatomy very well, but he hoped that cats don't digest their food too quickly. It seemed that way, since he felt just fine so far. He counts himself lucky.
Phil suddenly hears a muffled sound which resembles a door opening and closing. Thinking it's Heather, he uses his remaining strength to get her attention.
Heather walks inside her apartment, carrying a bag in her hand. She wonders where Tinkerbell and Phil had gone off to as she locks the door. When she checks her bedroom, she finds Tinkerbell laying on the bed. The cat lifts her head up and meows as she walks in. Phil is missing. That's when she sees the string hanging from Tinkerbell's mouth.
What is her reaction?
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March 24, 2025
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