Caught and Punished by Mandy!
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Mandy, suddenly realizing that her tiny toy cousin might have escaped, quickly checked all her other pockets just to be sure. Trying not to look panicky, she glanced around the theater, but of course, could see no sign of tiny Phil. Then she looked on the floor, and couldn't see him anywhere. Where could he have gone?
Phil on the other hand, was counting on his giant little cousin either not realizing he was gone, or not being smart enough to find him, even if she did notice his absence from her pocket. He was hiding under the seat where Mandy was sitting, holding his breath, hopefully.
Mandy reached over and poked Michelle, who was in the seat next to her. 'Phil's gone,' she mouthed. Michelle's eyes grew wider, and she repeated Mandy's futile actions of glancing around the theater and on the floor in front of them.
'I don't see him,' Michelle mouthed back. Phil was hoping – preying that the little girls wouldn't find him, but all was ruined as he saw Mandy's huge eyes appear upside down in front of him. Her blonde bangs dangled down from her head, almost touching the floor, and before he could do much more than notice her, and start to stand up, her arm came around the bottom of the seat and the little three-inch boy was wrapped in her moist sticky palm. She quickly sat back up and held him with her hands on her lap, peering down at him with a cute, victorious smirk.
“Found ya!” she quietly chuckled. No kidding, Phil thought.
She pulled both her legs up on the seat with her, sitting cross-legged. “Mandy please..!” he tried to beg, but her grip around him tightened, and he couldn't say anymore.
“Philly, Philly, short and fat...” she began in a whisper, as the huge grin spread across her face, and she started to shift her weight off of her left hip, and used her left hand to bring the tiny boy around to it. It was raised off the seat, as Mandy, still cross-legged, shoved him right under the denim of her small buttocks. The cushioning of the seat gave under him as she slowly shifted her weight back to the left, trapping him under immense pressure and darkness.
He heard her muffled, cute whisper continue, “I'm your boss, I'll squish you flat!” The crushing denim lifted off of him, for a moment, and then just came back down, crushingly. She had lifted herself up a little, clutching the armrests and pushing herself up in the air for a second, and then let go. It worked perfectly. Every time she did it, the 8-year-old's little butt became a horrible and painful force, flattening and crushing her tiny 13-year-old cousin underneath her, and then it conqueringly rested on him as she wiggled it around and quietly giggled to Michelle.
Eventually she heard him start crying, at which point she pulled her legs up, sitting with her knees in the air and her feet on the front of the seat, putting nearly twice as much weight on the tiny boy to muffle him out. She glanced to Michelle, who was grinning, and she grinned back. Then she tried to watch the show, which probably had over an hour to go...
Several minutes passed, and Phil eventually quit crying at all, pressed so painfully hard into the cushioning underneath giant Mandy's unkind denim butt. Slowly her butt scooted off of him, to the right, and she looked down at him with a huge, cute, evil grin. “Philly Philly he's so flat, use him for a welcome mat..!” she whispered, giggling. The light from the boring movie reflected on everything, as Mandy's eyes cut from him, to it, to Michelle, and back to him. “What should we do now..?” she whispered to Michelle, with a sweet, mischievous grin.
Phil had the weight off him, but he couldn't move again yet. Yesterday, it had taken him hours to get back to the point that he could move, after being flattened this way. It would take hours again, and he didn't even have the strength to talk again yet.
Michelle leaned toward Mandy with a matching grin, and whispered...
Phil on the other hand, was counting on his giant little cousin either not realizing he was gone, or not being smart enough to find him, even if she did notice his absence from her pocket. He was hiding under the seat where Mandy was sitting, holding his breath, hopefully.
Mandy reached over and poked Michelle, who was in the seat next to her. 'Phil's gone,' she mouthed. Michelle's eyes grew wider, and she repeated Mandy's futile actions of glancing around the theater and on the floor in front of them.
'I don't see him,' Michelle mouthed back. Phil was hoping – preying that the little girls wouldn't find him, but all was ruined as he saw Mandy's huge eyes appear upside down in front of him. Her blonde bangs dangled down from her head, almost touching the floor, and before he could do much more than notice her, and start to stand up, her arm came around the bottom of the seat and the little three-inch boy was wrapped in her moist sticky palm. She quickly sat back up and held him with her hands on her lap, peering down at him with a cute, victorious smirk.
“Found ya!” she quietly chuckled. No kidding, Phil thought.
She pulled both her legs up on the seat with her, sitting cross-legged. “Mandy please..!” he tried to beg, but her grip around him tightened, and he couldn't say anymore.
“Philly, Philly, short and fat...” she began in a whisper, as the huge grin spread across her face, and she started to shift her weight off of her left hip, and used her left hand to bring the tiny boy around to it. It was raised off the seat, as Mandy, still cross-legged, shoved him right under the denim of her small buttocks. The cushioning of the seat gave under him as she slowly shifted her weight back to the left, trapping him under immense pressure and darkness.
He heard her muffled, cute whisper continue, “I'm your boss, I'll squish you flat!” The crushing denim lifted off of him, for a moment, and then just came back down, crushingly. She had lifted herself up a little, clutching the armrests and pushing herself up in the air for a second, and then let go. It worked perfectly. Every time she did it, the 8-year-old's little butt became a horrible and painful force, flattening and crushing her tiny 13-year-old cousin underneath her, and then it conqueringly rested on him as she wiggled it around and quietly giggled to Michelle.
Eventually she heard him start crying, at which point she pulled her legs up, sitting with her knees in the air and her feet on the front of the seat, putting nearly twice as much weight on the tiny boy to muffle him out. She glanced to Michelle, who was grinning, and she grinned back. Then she tried to watch the show, which probably had over an hour to go...
Several minutes passed, and Phil eventually quit crying at all, pressed so painfully hard into the cushioning underneath giant Mandy's unkind denim butt. Slowly her butt scooted off of him, to the right, and she looked down at him with a huge, cute, evil grin. “Philly Philly he's so flat, use him for a welcome mat..!” she whispered, giggling. The light from the boring movie reflected on everything, as Mandy's eyes cut from him, to it, to Michelle, and back to him. “What should we do now..?” she whispered to Michelle, with a sweet, mischievous grin.
Phil had the weight off him, but he couldn't move again yet. Yesterday, it had taken him hours to get back to the point that he could move, after being flattened this way. It would take hours again, and he didn't even have the strength to talk again yet.
Michelle leaned toward Mandy with a matching grin, and whispered...
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March 24, 2025
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