Phil: Thespian
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
Skylow
Phil looked up from his spot taped to the Twister pad to see a cheerleader's torso dangling above him perilously. There was another girl reaching over her, meaning that Phil would be squashed by the weight of two bodies when they fell. "Left hand yellow" Kristen called out. "Damn," Phil thought as the brunette's hand slipped and she fell on top of Phil. Her breast made the impact easier to bear, but after lying down being smashed by hands, feet, bellies, bosoms and butts for the past two hours, it was still hard. He heard a kitchen timer go off while the girl continued to lay on top of him. "You know," she pondered out loud. "If I asked guys if they wanted to be in Phil's position, you know, smashed by my boob, I wonder how many would say yes." She finally got up and untaped him. He could hardly move and assumed Kristen's smiling face above him brounght feelings of dread, not comfort.
"You look like hell, little man," she said. "We really smashed you flat." As his chest inflated, Phil painfully sat up. His hair was a mess and his naked body was covered in bruises. He was only able to stand with the help of Kristen's thumb. Walking was out of the question. One of the cheerleader's cell phones rang and she answered it. "Yes," Phil could hear. "Alright. Good. For the past two hours? With no one seeing? That's great. I know I heard on the radio." She hung up and turned to the others. "The slut's been sitting behind a warehouse writing poetry and smoking cigarettes for the past two hours." She announced. "She has no alabi." "Perfect," Kristen said. She dropped some doll's clothes on top of Phil. "Put these on," she said. "We can't have you wearing the evidence." With Phil in hand, Kristen, followed by her posse, went downstairs to the kitchen where her mother was watering plants and her father was working on the Sudoku puzzle in the paper. "Hi, Kristen," he said looking up. Then he saw Phil in her hand. "Is that the tiny boy from school? Kristen did you and your friends take him?"
"They found me," Phil cut in. "Sandy had me and she..." Phil then burst into tears. He wasn't acting so much as fearful of the five huge girls behind him and in excruciating pain.
"That little tramp you told me about?" Kristen's mother said. "What did she do to him?"
"We hasn't been able to tell us," Kristen said. "But we could guess." She pulled out his school uniform. "What does this smell like?"
"Dear God!" Her mother exclaimed as Kristen gently stroked Phil. "I'm calling the police right now."
"You look like hell, little man," she said. "We really smashed you flat." As his chest inflated, Phil painfully sat up. His hair was a mess and his naked body was covered in bruises. He was only able to stand with the help of Kristen's thumb. Walking was out of the question. One of the cheerleader's cell phones rang and she answered it. "Yes," Phil could hear. "Alright. Good. For the past two hours? With no one seeing? That's great. I know I heard on the radio." She hung up and turned to the others. "The slut's been sitting behind a warehouse writing poetry and smoking cigarettes for the past two hours." She announced. "She has no alabi." "Perfect," Kristen said. She dropped some doll's clothes on top of Phil. "Put these on," she said. "We can't have you wearing the evidence." With Phil in hand, Kristen, followed by her posse, went downstairs to the kitchen where her mother was watering plants and her father was working on the Sudoku puzzle in the paper. "Hi, Kristen," he said looking up. Then he saw Phil in her hand. "Is that the tiny boy from school? Kristen did you and your friends take him?"
"They found me," Phil cut in. "Sandy had me and she..." Phil then burst into tears. He wasn't acting so much as fearful of the five huge girls behind him and in excruciating pain.
"That little tramp you told me about?" Kristen's mother said. "What did she do to him?"
"We hasn't been able to tell us," Kristen said. "But we could guess." She pulled out his school uniform. "What does this smell like?"
"Dear God!" Her mother exclaimed as Kristen gently stroked Phil. "I'm calling the police right now."
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March 24, 2025
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