Tit for Tat
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
softshoe
Feeling dejected for more than one reason as the boobs of his would-be rescuer retreated, he found himself again discarded on the dressing room floor. Waiting to be put back on the rack (of either definition) he began to cry (he is only 13). He felt himself being lifted again, and his wailing intensified. Suddenly he was face to face with a young girl, probably in her mid-twenties, staring curiously at this small thing making this noise. She plucked him from his perch, tearing lace, but getting him out. As any woman over the age of 16, maternal instincts kicked in in the face of a crying child. "Shhh... Shhh... How long have you been in there?" Phil was able to stop himself crying enough to say, "Almost all day! I got stuck in that thing when my teacher forgot about me, and I've been trying to get the attention of somebody!"
"Well, you're naked! How did you get here naked?"
"My teacher carried me in her bra..."
"It's ok... My name is Darlene, and we're gonna take care of you, as soon as we get rid of this bra that now has a hole in it..."
"Why do you have to get rid of it? Can't you fix it? I could fix it." And as any child presented with a chance to outwit an adult, he set to work untwisting the fabric, tying together, twisting it back into one piece. For Phil had been trained to do this type of thing with his small quick hands and his small eyes, which could percieve far more detail than a normal sized person, by his mother, who was delusional about her size and was constantly tearing things.
"There, good as new. My mom taught me how to do that. It is supposed to match the other side, right?"
Darlene picked up the bra for examination. "Well, this is fine work little guy. What's your name?"
"I'm Phil."
"Well, Phil. How about a little tit for tat? You do the tatting and you get a ride home in my tits. Then you get to do whatever you want at my house, I'll feed you and get you some clothes, and you'll have free range of the house as long as you don't get underfoot. I'll even carry you to where you can't reach and we can play games sometimes. How's that sound?"
"Well, you're naked! How did you get here naked?"
"My teacher carried me in her bra..."
"It's ok... My name is Darlene, and we're gonna take care of you, as soon as we get rid of this bra that now has a hole in it..."
"Why do you have to get rid of it? Can't you fix it? I could fix it." And as any child presented with a chance to outwit an adult, he set to work untwisting the fabric, tying together, twisting it back into one piece. For Phil had been trained to do this type of thing with his small quick hands and his small eyes, which could percieve far more detail than a normal sized person, by his mother, who was delusional about her size and was constantly tearing things.
"There, good as new. My mom taught me how to do that. It is supposed to match the other side, right?"
Darlene picked up the bra for examination. "Well, this is fine work little guy. What's your name?"
"I'm Phil."
"Well, Phil. How about a little tit for tat? You do the tatting and you get a ride home in my tits. Then you get to do whatever you want at my house, I'll feed you and get you some clothes, and you'll have free range of the house as long as you don't get underfoot. I'll even carry you to where you can't reach and we can play games sometimes. How's that sound?"
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March 24, 2025
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