True desperation....
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
As Ms. Pritty's butt draws to within millimeters of Phil, she drapes her skirt over his head, effectively clouding him in darkness for long enough to prevent his escape. She feels her still-bare backside make contact with Phil's face and she forces him onto his back. She continues to approach slowly until she has him completely smothered.
She smirks as she feels Phil struggling against what is still only part of her weight. She gradually adds pressure to him. Ms. Pritty is no fool, she read Phil's file carefully before he was enrolled in her class. That information, coupled with the knowledge that Becky had been walking and sitting on Phil for the better part of the last 24 hours, satisfied her that he could easily withstand all of her 114 pounds.She leaned back in her chair enjoying the feel of his body trying to withstand her weight, him fighting for air and slowly giving up the losing battle.
When she felt his struggles subside, she lifted her rear slightly, enough to let him catch his breath, but not enough for him to get anywhere. She roughly sat back down on the boy. She slid her butt across the chair and Phil's body, forcing him to contact every part of it, and getting him lodged between her cheeks again for good measure. After forcing him back under her left cheek, she reclined the chair on its back legs with her feet up on her desk and began to enjoy her sandwhich, forcing even more of her weight upon the tiny boy.
She smirks as she feels Phil struggling against what is still only part of her weight. She gradually adds pressure to him. Ms. Pritty is no fool, she read Phil's file carefully before he was enrolled in her class. That information, coupled with the knowledge that Becky had been walking and sitting on Phil for the better part of the last 24 hours, satisfied her that he could easily withstand all of her 114 pounds.She leaned back in her chair enjoying the feel of his body trying to withstand her weight, him fighting for air and slowly giving up the losing battle.
When she felt his struggles subside, she lifted her rear slightly, enough to let him catch his breath, but not enough for him to get anywhere. She roughly sat back down on the boy. She slid her butt across the chair and Phil's body, forcing him to contact every part of it, and getting him lodged between her cheeks again for good measure. After forcing him back under her left cheek, she reclined the chair on its back legs with her feet up on her desk and began to enjoy her sandwhich, forcing even more of her weight upon the tiny boy.
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March 24, 2025
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