Breast Prison
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
aypgirl
Abigail finally returned home. She proceeded to get undressed, but kept her bra on so Phil would stay trapped. When she was finally almost naked, she unclasped the bra. Her breasts separated, and Phil fell out from between them. He screamed as he fell, but Abigail reached out her hand and caught him. She brought him up to her face and said "I'm really angry at you. You got me kicked out of the club, and I can't ever go back there." Phil would have argued, but the look in Abigail's face told him it wouldn't have gone well. Instead, he said "why don't you send me back to Ms. Prittey, then you get your daughter back anyway." Phil knew that life with Ms. Prittey was rough, but Abigail terrified him.
The giantess shook her head. "Sorry," she said, "you don't get away that easily. I'm okay with Prittey having my daughter, let her have all the fun she wants. You are mine, and you are going to be punished." She pressed Phil against the side of her right breasts and pushed her left breast against it. She crossed her arms across her chest, squeezing her breasts together. Phil was smashed between the enormous flesh, and found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He flailed around as much as he could, but he couldn't move at all. Finally, Abigail released him.
"I know," Abigail said, "here's what we're going to do." She reached into her drawer and pulled out some duct tape. She placed Phil against the inside of her right breast once more, but this time she made sure it was his back was pressed to her breast. She pulled off tiny pieces of tape and used them to tape Phil's wrists and ankles to her breast. When she let go, Phil was stuck to the side of her breast. He tested the tape and found that he could not move at all. Abigail called down "excellent, now you will always be stuck between my breasts." She then went to take a shower. Phil hoped the running water would release him, but found that the tape was too strong, and he was still unable to break free. When the shower ended, Abigail stepped out and admired herself in the mirror. The statuesque beauty stood naked, with only part of her breast covered, and only by the tiny prisoner.
Phil hoped that Abigail would come to her senses and release him soon. But he soon found that she had no intention of doing this. He stayed plastered to her breast throughout the night and found that she didn't release him at all the next day. She went on her tour of the colonial village, but didn't use him as the prisoner this time. She just kept him trapped in her cleavage. The day ended and he was still stuck. She allowed food to fall from her mouth down to her breasts, and Phil managed to catch some of it with his mouth, enough to sustain him for the day. He figured there was no way she would keep him there another day. But another day came, and no release. She put her bra on in the morning, forcing her left breast into his face, and went on with her day. By day 3, Phil was starting to lose hope. Abigail wasn't even talking to him, she just kept him trapped. He found that he was being treated as nothing more than an extra bit of flesh on the woman. He didn't know how much longer he could last. He tried speaking to her, but she just ignored him, even when there was nobody around.
The days turned into weeks. Phil lost track of the amount of time he had been stuck to Abigail, not realizing that a month had passed. Soon it became 2 months, then 3, then finally 6, and Phil had no idea. To him it felt like years since he had seen anything besides Abigail's left breast. He wondered what the rest of the world looked like.
After 8 months of the torture........
The giantess shook her head. "Sorry," she said, "you don't get away that easily. I'm okay with Prittey having my daughter, let her have all the fun she wants. You are mine, and you are going to be punished." She pressed Phil against the side of her right breasts and pushed her left breast against it. She crossed her arms across her chest, squeezing her breasts together. Phil was smashed between the enormous flesh, and found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He flailed around as much as he could, but he couldn't move at all. Finally, Abigail released him.
"I know," Abigail said, "here's what we're going to do." She reached into her drawer and pulled out some duct tape. She placed Phil against the inside of her right breast once more, but this time she made sure it was his back was pressed to her breast. She pulled off tiny pieces of tape and used them to tape Phil's wrists and ankles to her breast. When she let go, Phil was stuck to the side of her breast. He tested the tape and found that he could not move at all. Abigail called down "excellent, now you will always be stuck between my breasts." She then went to take a shower. Phil hoped the running water would release him, but found that the tape was too strong, and he was still unable to break free. When the shower ended, Abigail stepped out and admired herself in the mirror. The statuesque beauty stood naked, with only part of her breast covered, and only by the tiny prisoner.
Phil hoped that Abigail would come to her senses and release him soon. But he soon found that she had no intention of doing this. He stayed plastered to her breast throughout the night and found that she didn't release him at all the next day. She went on her tour of the colonial village, but didn't use him as the prisoner this time. She just kept him trapped in her cleavage. The day ended and he was still stuck. She allowed food to fall from her mouth down to her breasts, and Phil managed to catch some of it with his mouth, enough to sustain him for the day. He figured there was no way she would keep him there another day. But another day came, and no release. She put her bra on in the morning, forcing her left breast into his face, and went on with her day. By day 3, Phil was starting to lose hope. Abigail wasn't even talking to him, she just kept him trapped. He found that he was being treated as nothing more than an extra bit of flesh on the woman. He didn't know how much longer he could last. He tried speaking to her, but she just ignored him, even when there was nobody around.
The days turned into weeks. Phil lost track of the amount of time he had been stuck to Abigail, not realizing that a month had passed. Soon it became 2 months, then 3, then finally 6, and Phil had no idea. To him it felt like years since he had seen anything besides Abigail's left breast. He wondered what the rest of the world looked like.
After 8 months of the torture........
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March 24, 2025
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