Ms. Prittey enter
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
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Mrs. Prittey walked in, and took Phil from the chief.
"Phil! Thank goodness you're okay!" Phil was stunned. How could Mrs. Pretty have found out about Mrs. Carter taking taking him. Perhaps Kendra tipped her off? No, that couldn't be it. Phil doubted Kendra would be the kind of person to do him any favors. Who, then?
"In case you're wondering how I found you, well you have Marissa to thank for that." Suddenly Phil was dropped from Mrs. Prittey's hand, and landed in the palm of another girl. He got to his feet, and turned around. He was quite surprised hew hadn't noticed her sooner. She was incredibly beautiful, with long wavy blonde hair, flawless white skin, and seductive lips which were covered with a layer of red lip stick. Her breasts were fairly large, although Phil could only make an approximation as to their size, since she was wearing a T-shirt. Tight black leggings squeezed her figure, and showed off her amazing ass.
"She told me about how she saw Kendra hand you over to Mrs. Carter. When you went missing, she was worried, and told me. I called the police and told them about the kidnapping. It looks like we got here just in time." She then looked at Phil, "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter will be going to jail for a long time, and Kendra has been expelled. I'm sorry I didn't believe you before."
Marissa looked at her hopefully while gently cupping Phil in her palm, "So what should we do with him."
"Well, it seems that Kendra took it upon herself to tell Phil's family that he was staying with a friend. They probably won't be back from their vacation for a few weeks now. Until then, I suppose . . . why don't you keep him Marissa?" Her face practically glowed with joy, making her look even more pretty. Phil, however, was shocked. He had escaped the clutches of one women, just to be handed off to another.
He protested, "Wait, you can't do that! I'm still-" Marissa brought the tiny boy up to her luscious lips.
"Shhh. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe," she cooed. She began walking toward the door, when Mrs. Pretty stopped her. At first, Phil thought that she had a change of heart.
"Wait! They'll need to take Phil's clothes as evidence."
"Of course, I almost forgot." Before he could say anything, Phil was stripped of his clothing, even his underwear. After handing them to the teacher, Marissa ran off with Phil enclosed in her hands. She had him completely caged in, so he couldn't see anything. He simply sat naked on her palm, afraid of what would come next. When her movement finally stopped, Phil found himself slowly lowered onto her bed. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was nearly 11:00 p.m. He then looked up at the giant teen, who smiled longingly down at him.
"What do you want with me," Phil demanded. He couldn't quite muster a serious tone, as he found that his voice was shaking.
"Aww, don't be afraid. I really like you Phil, and I just didn't want to see you get hurt." As if to prove her point, she grabbed Phil and pressed him against her puckered lips, and held him there for a good twenty seconds. When he was released, he noticed that his entire upper half (which was still naked) was covered in lip stick and saliva.
"It's time to go to bed now Phil," Marissa stated. She then undressed down to her bra and thong. Phil turned red, and noticed he had a boner. When Marissa saw his hard on, she giggled. "You are just too cute."
"So . . .where can I sleep," he asked.
"With me silly!' She jumped onto the bed and turned off the lights. She took grabbed Phil, and delicately held him against her bosom. Phil admitted that it was quite a soft bed. Still, the girl's amorous behavior unnerved him. He also realized that since his clothes were all specially tailored, he might be naked for the next few weeks, until his parents came home. The thought frightened him. In the morning when he woke up, Marissa took him to school . . .
"Phil! Thank goodness you're okay!" Phil was stunned. How could Mrs. Pretty have found out about Mrs. Carter taking taking him. Perhaps Kendra tipped her off? No, that couldn't be it. Phil doubted Kendra would be the kind of person to do him any favors. Who, then?
"In case you're wondering how I found you, well you have Marissa to thank for that." Suddenly Phil was dropped from Mrs. Prittey's hand, and landed in the palm of another girl. He got to his feet, and turned around. He was quite surprised hew hadn't noticed her sooner. She was incredibly beautiful, with long wavy blonde hair, flawless white skin, and seductive lips which were covered with a layer of red lip stick. Her breasts were fairly large, although Phil could only make an approximation as to their size, since she was wearing a T-shirt. Tight black leggings squeezed her figure, and showed off her amazing ass.
"She told me about how she saw Kendra hand you over to Mrs. Carter. When you went missing, she was worried, and told me. I called the police and told them about the kidnapping. It looks like we got here just in time." She then looked at Phil, "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter will be going to jail for a long time, and Kendra has been expelled. I'm sorry I didn't believe you before."
Marissa looked at her hopefully while gently cupping Phil in her palm, "So what should we do with him."
"Well, it seems that Kendra took it upon herself to tell Phil's family that he was staying with a friend. They probably won't be back from their vacation for a few weeks now. Until then, I suppose . . . why don't you keep him Marissa?" Her face practically glowed with joy, making her look even more pretty. Phil, however, was shocked. He had escaped the clutches of one women, just to be handed off to another.
He protested, "Wait, you can't do that! I'm still-" Marissa brought the tiny boy up to her luscious lips.
"Shhh. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe," she cooed. She began walking toward the door, when Mrs. Pretty stopped her. At first, Phil thought that she had a change of heart.
"Wait! They'll need to take Phil's clothes as evidence."
"Of course, I almost forgot." Before he could say anything, Phil was stripped of his clothing, even his underwear. After handing them to the teacher, Marissa ran off with Phil enclosed in her hands. She had him completely caged in, so he couldn't see anything. He simply sat naked on her palm, afraid of what would come next. When her movement finally stopped, Phil found himself slowly lowered onto her bed. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was nearly 11:00 p.m. He then looked up at the giant teen, who smiled longingly down at him.
"What do you want with me," Phil demanded. He couldn't quite muster a serious tone, as he found that his voice was shaking.
"Aww, don't be afraid. I really like you Phil, and I just didn't want to see you get hurt." As if to prove her point, she grabbed Phil and pressed him against her puckered lips, and held him there for a good twenty seconds. When he was released, he noticed that his entire upper half (which was still naked) was covered in lip stick and saliva.
"It's time to go to bed now Phil," Marissa stated. She then undressed down to her bra and thong. Phil turned red, and noticed he had a boner. When Marissa saw his hard on, she giggled. "You are just too cute."
"So . . .where can I sleep," he asked.
"With me silly!' She jumped onto the bed and turned off the lights. She took grabbed Phil, and delicately held him against her bosom. Phil admitted that it was quite a soft bed. Still, the girl's amorous behavior unnerved him. He also realized that since his clothes were all specially tailored, he might be naked for the next few weeks, until his parents came home. The thought frightened him. In the morning when he woke up, Marissa took him to school . . .
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