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My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
Skylow
There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Bemine poked her head in. "Is Phil in here, girls?" she asked. Mandy and Michelle looked nervous as Mandy meekly pointed down to the floor. Mrs. Bemine came over to Phil and stood over him.
"Have you two been squishing him?" she asked.
"All day for two days," Mandy answered nervously.
"Well, it's good to know he can take a licking and keep on ticking," Mrs. Bemine said. She slid her shoe off and put her socked foot over him and stood on him. Phil realized how much heavier than his cousin his mom was. "Ms. Priety isn't happy about you skipping school for two days," Mrs. Bemine said sternly. "She says she has something really special planned for you."
"I was...I was...kidnapped," Phil struggled to say with his face between his mother's toes.
"You could have gotten to school if you really wanted to," Mrs. Bemine snapped. "I'm sure you'll learn a lesson about skipping come tomorrow morning." With that, she bent down and flung Phil's frail body into the air and caught him in the palm of her hand. He groaned in agony as she carried him back to the car clenched tightly in her fist. When she opened the door, the flung Phil down in the seat face up so that he could watch her giant butt descend on him.
"No!" Phil managed to scream before the crushing weight of his mother's bottom set on top of him. Mrs. Bemine was begining to get used to the feeling of her son flatten under her as she sat down. Pretty soon, she would have to think of something different to do with him.
Phil blacked out and woke up in a forest of sweet-smelling bottles. "Hey squirt," Bekcy said, looming over him with a mischevious smile. He was on her dresser, surrounded by her personal hygene products.
"Becky, please don't..." Phil whimpered, still barely able to move from the past two days of abuse he took.
"Don't worry runt," Becky said. "Mom wants you to be able to move when you get to school tomorrow. You at least won't be squashed flat until then." She put a piece of toast with butter and spagetti sauce on it beside him. "Eat up," she said. "You're going to be living at school for the next week. I don't know what your feeding schedule is going to be." Phil groaned as she left him. What could Ms. Priety do to make his life any worse?
"Have you two been squishing him?" she asked.
"All day for two days," Mandy answered nervously.
"Well, it's good to know he can take a licking and keep on ticking," Mrs. Bemine said. She slid her shoe off and put her socked foot over him and stood on him. Phil realized how much heavier than his cousin his mom was. "Ms. Priety isn't happy about you skipping school for two days," Mrs. Bemine said sternly. "She says she has something really special planned for you."
"I was...I was...kidnapped," Phil struggled to say with his face between his mother's toes.
"You could have gotten to school if you really wanted to," Mrs. Bemine snapped. "I'm sure you'll learn a lesson about skipping come tomorrow morning." With that, she bent down and flung Phil's frail body into the air and caught him in the palm of her hand. He groaned in agony as she carried him back to the car clenched tightly in her fist. When she opened the door, the flung Phil down in the seat face up so that he could watch her giant butt descend on him.
"No!" Phil managed to scream before the crushing weight of his mother's bottom set on top of him. Mrs. Bemine was begining to get used to the feeling of her son flatten under her as she sat down. Pretty soon, she would have to think of something different to do with him.
Phil blacked out and woke up in a forest of sweet-smelling bottles. "Hey squirt," Bekcy said, looming over him with a mischevious smile. He was on her dresser, surrounded by her personal hygene products.
"Becky, please don't..." Phil whimpered, still barely able to move from the past two days of abuse he took.
"Don't worry runt," Becky said. "Mom wants you to be able to move when you get to school tomorrow. You at least won't be squashed flat until then." She put a piece of toast with butter and spagetti sauce on it beside him. "Eat up," she said. "You're going to be living at school for the next week. I don't know what your feeding schedule is going to be." Phil groaned as she left him. What could Ms. Priety do to make his life any worse?
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March 24, 2025
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