It's the Pits
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
doomed
"Wake her up! That snoring is killing me!"
"Okay, okay," Phil said as he grabbed John and placed him on his shoulder. They travled across the bed one more time, staying close to one side of Carla's body. The snoring became louder and louder as they drew near. Phil saw Carla's chest move up and down with each breath. The girl was very tired. Hopefully she wouldn't be too angry with them for waking her up.
As they got closer, Phil tried shouting at Carla but it was useless. She was too sleepy and her snoring was too loud. Suddenly the two boys caught wind of a terrible stench. It smelled like a mixture sweat and flowery deodorant. Phil turned about toward Carla's outstretched arms, which were tucked under her head.
"What's that smell?" John complained.
"It's... the pits," Phil said, stifling a giggle. He came closer to Carla's underarm, with a plan in mind.
"If her feet are so ticklish, you can only assume that she's ticklish here, too."
"Okay, okay," Phil said as he grabbed John and placed him on his shoulder. They travled across the bed one more time, staying close to one side of Carla's body. The snoring became louder and louder as they drew near. Phil saw Carla's chest move up and down with each breath. The girl was very tired. Hopefully she wouldn't be too angry with them for waking her up.
As they got closer, Phil tried shouting at Carla but it was useless. She was too sleepy and her snoring was too loud. Suddenly the two boys caught wind of a terrible stench. It smelled like a mixture sweat and flowery deodorant. Phil turned about toward Carla's outstretched arms, which were tucked under her head.
"What's that smell?" John complained.
"It's... the pits," Phil said, stifling a giggle. He came closer to Carla's underarm, with a plan in mind.
"If her feet are so ticklish, you can only assume that she's ticklish here, too."
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March 24, 2025
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