Trapped inside Tinkerbell
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Heather came in through the front door. She was in a cheerful mood. Everything seemed to go right for her, today. She laid her purse on the table and sought after her beloved kitty.
She finds her laying on her bed, like always. Tinkerbell raises her head and meows at her. Heather sees her kitty's stomach, thrashing around like yesterday. She walks over and gives the cat a hug, feeling Phil struggling inside her tummy with her free hand. "Aww, Tinkerbell. You know he doesn't like it when you play with him like that. I bet he was a tasty treat though, wasn't he. Yes he was~! yes-he-was!" Heather giggles as she goes to grab the string from Tinkerbell's mouth. After grasping nothing a couple times, she inspects Tinkerbell's maw to find that there's nothing there.
Her eyes widen as she sees the other end of the string hanging limp off her collar. "Tinkerbell! Naughty cat!" She puts the cat down and points her finger at her. "You spit Phil out THIS INSTANT!"
Tinkerbell, being a cat, doesn't even try. She licks herself as Heather waits. "Damn it, Tinkerbell! LISTEN TO ME!" she shouts. Tinkerbell hears the violent tone in her voice and runs off, scared.
Heather chases after her, until she finds her cowering in a corner. She falls to her knees as she sees the cat shaking with fear. "I'm... I'm sorry, Tinkerbell. Come here", she cries as she scoops the cat up into her arms. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that, mommy loves you.
Tinkerbell starts to calm down as Heather hugs and pets her. She really isn't sure what to do about Phil, she can't think of a way to get him out without hurting miss Tinkerbell or getting her into trouble. She lowers the cat down and lays next to it. She puts her face close to the cat's tummy and says, "I'm sorry, Phil. I don't think I can get you out this time." As if trying to calm him, she pets Tinkerbell who purrs in response.
Heather thinks about the fate she's leaving him to. Being digested by a cat probably isn't the most dignified way to go. "I...", she wants to say something to him but can't find the words. "Uhm... Well... At least we had fun last night... right?..." She regrets the words immediately after saying them. She quits while she's behind, and sits up. For the next few minutes she just sits there, watching the little bulges that is Phil's movement inside Tinkerbell. The least Heather can do is sit with him for a while...
Phil can't believe what he's hearing. She hardly even tried! "Make her puke me up!", he shouts against the wall. "Take her to a vet! Do something!" No response. She must not be able to hear him. He wells up with anger, and starts raging around the stomach.
First he tries tearing open the stomach walls with his hands, but they're too strong and elastic to break. He tries climbing into Tinkerbell's throat again, but the stubborn cat quickly swallows him back down. He even tries to push himself into the entrance to the intestines, but he can only fit one arm inside the small tube.
Phil screams as he lays inside Tinkerbell's stomach with no hope of escape...
The End
She finds her laying on her bed, like always. Tinkerbell raises her head and meows at her. Heather sees her kitty's stomach, thrashing around like yesterday. She walks over and gives the cat a hug, feeling Phil struggling inside her tummy with her free hand. "Aww, Tinkerbell. You know he doesn't like it when you play with him like that. I bet he was a tasty treat though, wasn't he. Yes he was~! yes-he-was!" Heather giggles as she goes to grab the string from Tinkerbell's mouth. After grasping nothing a couple times, she inspects Tinkerbell's maw to find that there's nothing there.
Her eyes widen as she sees the other end of the string hanging limp off her collar. "Tinkerbell! Naughty cat!" She puts the cat down and points her finger at her. "You spit Phil out THIS INSTANT!"
Tinkerbell, being a cat, doesn't even try. She licks herself as Heather waits. "Damn it, Tinkerbell! LISTEN TO ME!" she shouts. Tinkerbell hears the violent tone in her voice and runs off, scared.
Heather chases after her, until she finds her cowering in a corner. She falls to her knees as she sees the cat shaking with fear. "I'm... I'm sorry, Tinkerbell. Come here", she cries as she scoops the cat up into her arms. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that, mommy loves you.
Tinkerbell starts to calm down as Heather hugs and pets her. She really isn't sure what to do about Phil, she can't think of a way to get him out without hurting miss Tinkerbell or getting her into trouble. She lowers the cat down and lays next to it. She puts her face close to the cat's tummy and says, "I'm sorry, Phil. I don't think I can get you out this time." As if trying to calm him, she pets Tinkerbell who purrs in response.
Heather thinks about the fate she's leaving him to. Being digested by a cat probably isn't the most dignified way to go. "I...", she wants to say something to him but can't find the words. "Uhm... Well... At least we had fun last night... right?..." She regrets the words immediately after saying them. She quits while she's behind, and sits up. For the next few minutes she just sits there, watching the little bulges that is Phil's movement inside Tinkerbell. The least Heather can do is sit with him for a while...
Phil can't believe what he's hearing. She hardly even tried! "Make her puke me up!", he shouts against the wall. "Take her to a vet! Do something!" No response. She must not be able to hear him. He wells up with anger, and starts raging around the stomach.
First he tries tearing open the stomach walls with his hands, but they're too strong and elastic to break. He tries climbing into Tinkerbell's throat again, but the stubborn cat quickly swallows him back down. He even tries to push himself into the entrance to the intestines, but he can only fit one arm inside the small tube.
Phil screams as he lays inside Tinkerbell's stomach with no hope of escape...
The End
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March 24, 2025
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