Was there really a good choice?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
Skylow
Seeing no good option, Phil put his face back down on Michell's toe and continued to lick. He suddenly felt a warm, sticky hand grasp him and pull him up. "No fair!" Michelle protested. "He picked me!"
"Well if he's not licking my feet, he's not licking anyone's!" Mandy said as she threw her cousin on the cushon of the couch. Phil barely had time to look up before the left cheeck of the little girl was settled on top of him. From underneath Mandy Phil could hear a muffled voice. "Philly, Philly, short and fat, I'm your boss, I'll squash you flat!" Mandy sang. It was a song she and her friends would often sing whenever they were tormenting him. While Mandy usually had to worry about adults coming to Phil's rescue, this time there was nothing to stop her. Suddenly the weight on Phil seemed to double and Mandy constantly shifted around, smushing Phil around. It didn't take him long to figure out that the two girls were wrestling for him.
In broken, muffled voices, he could hear: "Leggo!...Get...off!...Meanie...Stop pulling...I'm telling!" Mandy remained in a sitting position right on top of Phil. She didn't want her prize taken away. Sitting on the living room chair, Becky cracked open a can of soda. Phil was getting squashed, Mandy was getting her butt handed to her, and she got to watch midget wrestling. It was like the Holy Trinity!
Suddenly, the weight lifted off of Phil as Michelle pulled Mandy off the couch. Instictively, he grabbed onto the button of her jeans back pocket. Mandy on her stomach landed on the floor by the couch, with Phil still clinging to her butt. Just as the impact of the fall wore off, Phil rolled over in horror to see Michelle sitting right down on top of Mandy's bottom. He tried to move, but the only part of him not squashed directly between them were his legs from the knee down. Michelle pinned down Mandy's body with her hands while her eyes scanned the cushon of the couch for her prisoner. "Where'd he go?" She asked.
Becky could not answer because she was laughing so hard. In between the two blue-jeans covered bottoms, she saw the legs of her little brother kicking frantically. "What's so funny?" Michelle asked, irritated. Becky couldn't speak. Soda was coming up her nose and tears were running down her red face. She snorted more than once as she held her side painfully. Michelle stood up, leaving Phil plastered to Mandy's bottom. Becky didn't try to attack Michelle as she stood up, knocking Phil to the floor. From Phil's prespective, all he knew was that he was trapped between two masses of clothes and flesh that offered him no air and no relief. As he stood up, Mandy's bare foot came down on top of him. He found himself under her weight, looking up at her between her toes.
"What's so funny?" Mandy demanded, her hands on her hips. "And where's Phil?" Finally composing herself, Becky says:
"Well if he's not licking my feet, he's not licking anyone's!" Mandy said as she threw her cousin on the cushon of the couch. Phil barely had time to look up before the left cheeck of the little girl was settled on top of him. From underneath Mandy Phil could hear a muffled voice. "Philly, Philly, short and fat, I'm your boss, I'll squash you flat!" Mandy sang. It was a song she and her friends would often sing whenever they were tormenting him. While Mandy usually had to worry about adults coming to Phil's rescue, this time there was nothing to stop her. Suddenly the weight on Phil seemed to double and Mandy constantly shifted around, smushing Phil around. It didn't take him long to figure out that the two girls were wrestling for him.
In broken, muffled voices, he could hear: "Leggo!...Get...off!...Meanie...Stop pulling...I'm telling!" Mandy remained in a sitting position right on top of Phil. She didn't want her prize taken away. Sitting on the living room chair, Becky cracked open a can of soda. Phil was getting squashed, Mandy was getting her butt handed to her, and she got to watch midget wrestling. It was like the Holy Trinity!
Suddenly, the weight lifted off of Phil as Michelle pulled Mandy off the couch. Instictively, he grabbed onto the button of her jeans back pocket. Mandy on her stomach landed on the floor by the couch, with Phil still clinging to her butt. Just as the impact of the fall wore off, Phil rolled over in horror to see Michelle sitting right down on top of Mandy's bottom. He tried to move, but the only part of him not squashed directly between them were his legs from the knee down. Michelle pinned down Mandy's body with her hands while her eyes scanned the cushon of the couch for her prisoner. "Where'd he go?" She asked.
Becky could not answer because she was laughing so hard. In between the two blue-jeans covered bottoms, she saw the legs of her little brother kicking frantically. "What's so funny?" Michelle asked, irritated. Becky couldn't speak. Soda was coming up her nose and tears were running down her red face. She snorted more than once as she held her side painfully. Michelle stood up, leaving Phil plastered to Mandy's bottom. Becky didn't try to attack Michelle as she stood up, knocking Phil to the floor. From Phil's prespective, all he knew was that he was trapped between two masses of clothes and flesh that offered him no air and no relief. As he stood up, Mandy's bare foot came down on top of him. He found himself under her weight, looking up at her between her toes.
"What's so funny?" Mandy demanded, her hands on her hips. "And where's Phil?" Finally composing herself, Becky says:
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March 24, 2025
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