Giant Fairy Kisses
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
It was truly mortifying for the tiny child. He was dressed in a fairy costume, facing upwards, being invaded by toothpaste smelling giant kiss after giant kiss, as the two giant girls in their giant fairy pajamas with giant wings pretended to fly around the the coffee table, stopping to engulf his face in their saliva covered puckered lips every time they reached him, and leaving him with a loud “SMACK!” whenever they left.
His giant sister just sat beside him on the couch, smiling down delightedly, watching the fun.
All this was happening to him, and he knew at the same time that, whatever good life he could have lived out, Becky had ruined it. He had nothing left now, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak – and his sister grinned down, obviously thinking of keeping his broken body, in which he was now trapped, in her shoe, of all places, under the smelly soles of her feet, trampling what was left of his spirit, while she happily lived out her own eventful life.
And Mandy made another pass... her cute little blonde face suited the fairy costume well, as it became larger and closer, and her lips, puckered, passed around his face. There was a strong pressure, and he smelled the toothpaste on her breath... then there was a “SMACK!” and loud giggles in his ears, before she happily hopped on around the table – and then came Michelle, making her next pass.
Her darker hair dangled lower than Mandy's but her face was equally as cute, as her face became larger, and she forced her grinning lips to pucker, and they passed around his face just as Mandy's had. He felt the spit on her lips, and smelled the toothpaste on her breath – the same as Mandy's... and then came a similar “SMACK!” but different loud giggles, as she hopped away in her fairy pajamas, around the table – and he saw Mandy coming again, lips puckered.
And this is how it went for a long time, longer than Phil could keep track of. Finally the routine was interrupted, because instead of kissing him on her pass, Mandy laughed and just sat down on the tiny, paralyzed boy. She remained sitting there, but Phil didn't feel the normal crushing pain that he normally did when she sat on him. She started wiggling around on him, but he couldn't feel anything but pressure on his face, and the cotton fabric rubbing across his nose. He would have a rug-burn, but being paralyzed kept him from feeling all the pressure being put on his chest and torso.
She turned to Becky and grinned, “I'm a big fairy squishing a tiny fairy,” she giggled. Becky laughed.
“No fair!” Michelle called, as she hopped on the couch by her friend on the tiny boy. “I wanna turn too!” she demanded, “Lemme' sit on him too!” The wings on the back of her pajamas were hitting Becky in the face as she bounced up and down.
“Quit it!” Becky yelled, pushing the little girl to the side. “Let Mandy finish with him, and then you can have a turn,” she ordered. Michelle's feelings were hurt, but she didn't cry. Instead she crossed her arms and sat at the far side of the couch, with her bottom lip stuck out.
Mandy looked at her friend and grinned, victoriously, as she ground tiny Phil's body underneath her cloth butt. Tears had filled tiny Phil's eyes, a this point. He was traumatized, and his life was ruined. He was nothing but a plaything for these girls, and his life was over. After several minutes, Mandy got tired of crushing the tiny boy under her butt, so she said it was Michelle's turn. They had to slide the tiny boy over to the upset little girl, who looked down at him with her bottom lip pooched out. She has no reason to be upset, compared to me, he thought. She pushed him back to the middle of the couch, and turned away from everybody.
Mandy looked concerned, but Becky was just annoyed. “Oh get over it, you big baby,” She said, as she picked Phil up in her hand, and brought his little limp body up to her face. “You too, squirt,” she added with a grin, as she saw that he was crying.
“Yeah, little faakeer!” Mandy obnoxiously added. She didn't realize that he was really hurt, she just believed Becky, the true source of evil, he thought, as he looked into his sister's eyes. There was nothing he could do... There would be nothing he could do for he rest of his life, but just take it...
“Well,” Becky started, “If she's not gonna take her turn, I guess I'll just have to put you through a little more punishment of my own, little bro'” she grinned. “Hey Mandy, go get...
His giant sister just sat beside him on the couch, smiling down delightedly, watching the fun.
All this was happening to him, and he knew at the same time that, whatever good life he could have lived out, Becky had ruined it. He had nothing left now, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak – and his sister grinned down, obviously thinking of keeping his broken body, in which he was now trapped, in her shoe, of all places, under the smelly soles of her feet, trampling what was left of his spirit, while she happily lived out her own eventful life.
And Mandy made another pass... her cute little blonde face suited the fairy costume well, as it became larger and closer, and her lips, puckered, passed around his face. There was a strong pressure, and he smelled the toothpaste on her breath... then there was a “SMACK!” and loud giggles in his ears, before she happily hopped on around the table – and then came Michelle, making her next pass.
Her darker hair dangled lower than Mandy's but her face was equally as cute, as her face became larger, and she forced her grinning lips to pucker, and they passed around his face just as Mandy's had. He felt the spit on her lips, and smelled the toothpaste on her breath – the same as Mandy's... and then came a similar “SMACK!” but different loud giggles, as she hopped away in her fairy pajamas, around the table – and he saw Mandy coming again, lips puckered.
And this is how it went for a long time, longer than Phil could keep track of. Finally the routine was interrupted, because instead of kissing him on her pass, Mandy laughed and just sat down on the tiny, paralyzed boy. She remained sitting there, but Phil didn't feel the normal crushing pain that he normally did when she sat on him. She started wiggling around on him, but he couldn't feel anything but pressure on his face, and the cotton fabric rubbing across his nose. He would have a rug-burn, but being paralyzed kept him from feeling all the pressure being put on his chest and torso.
She turned to Becky and grinned, “I'm a big fairy squishing a tiny fairy,” she giggled. Becky laughed.
“No fair!” Michelle called, as she hopped on the couch by her friend on the tiny boy. “I wanna turn too!” she demanded, “Lemme' sit on him too!” The wings on the back of her pajamas were hitting Becky in the face as she bounced up and down.
“Quit it!” Becky yelled, pushing the little girl to the side. “Let Mandy finish with him, and then you can have a turn,” she ordered. Michelle's feelings were hurt, but she didn't cry. Instead she crossed her arms and sat at the far side of the couch, with her bottom lip stuck out.
Mandy looked at her friend and grinned, victoriously, as she ground tiny Phil's body underneath her cloth butt. Tears had filled tiny Phil's eyes, a this point. He was traumatized, and his life was ruined. He was nothing but a plaything for these girls, and his life was over. After several minutes, Mandy got tired of crushing the tiny boy under her butt, so she said it was Michelle's turn. They had to slide the tiny boy over to the upset little girl, who looked down at him with her bottom lip pooched out. She has no reason to be upset, compared to me, he thought. She pushed him back to the middle of the couch, and turned away from everybody.
Mandy looked concerned, but Becky was just annoyed. “Oh get over it, you big baby,” She said, as she picked Phil up in her hand, and brought his little limp body up to her face. “You too, squirt,” she added with a grin, as she saw that he was crying.
“Yeah, little faakeer!” Mandy obnoxiously added. She didn't realize that he was really hurt, she just believed Becky, the true source of evil, he thought, as he looked into his sister's eyes. There was nothing he could do... There would be nothing he could do for he rest of his life, but just take it...
“Well,” Becky started, “If she's not gonna take her turn, I guess I'll just have to put you through a little more punishment of my own, little bro'” she grinned. “Hey Mandy, go get...
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