Dr. Phil
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
doomed
Phil put on the mask and jumped on top of Carla's big toe. "Just called me Doctor Phil...medical specialist!" he exclaimed proudly.
"And I can be your assistant," John said and climbed on top of Carla's smallest toe. Carla looked down at her right foot where the two little boys were. "And I guess that makes me your first patient," she said as she wiggled her toes around for a while. Slowly, Carla laid down on the ground and rested her chin on the floor. Phil and John approached her head to begin the examination. Even at this leel, the top of Phil's head only came up to the tip of Carla's huge nose. Phil and John could feel the warm air escaping from the nostrils and noticed that they were full of snot.
"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" Phil asked and pretended to write in his note book. "I'm-I'm feeling sick. And I have a terrible cough..." Carla said in a weak voice. She began to cough a little to make her performance more convincing. "Open your mouth, please," Phil asked. Carla did as she was told and parted her beautiful, squishy lips. Phil peeked inside and began to sniff. Carla's breath smelled much better than Becky's and her teeth were white and pretty. Phil placed his hands on her sticky tounge and began feeling around each bump, which was bigger than his head. Carla's mouth began to salivate as she felt the tiny, sweaty palms on her taste buds. Some saliva dripped from the roof of her mouth and landed on John.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as he wiped the sticky spit from his clothes. Phil then asked Carla to close her mouth. "Opps, sorry Johm," she said and then giggled.
"Hmmm... Nothing yet..." Phil said. "What should we check next?"
"And I can be your assistant," John said and climbed on top of Carla's smallest toe. Carla looked down at her right foot where the two little boys were. "And I guess that makes me your first patient," she said as she wiggled her toes around for a while. Slowly, Carla laid down on the ground and rested her chin on the floor. Phil and John approached her head to begin the examination. Even at this leel, the top of Phil's head only came up to the tip of Carla's huge nose. Phil and John could feel the warm air escaping from the nostrils and noticed that they were full of snot.
"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" Phil asked and pretended to write in his note book. "I'm-I'm feeling sick. And I have a terrible cough..." Carla said in a weak voice. She began to cough a little to make her performance more convincing. "Open your mouth, please," Phil asked. Carla did as she was told and parted her beautiful, squishy lips. Phil peeked inside and began to sniff. Carla's breath smelled much better than Becky's and her teeth were white and pretty. Phil placed his hands on her sticky tounge and began feeling around each bump, which was bigger than his head. Carla's mouth began to salivate as she felt the tiny, sweaty palms on her taste buds. Some saliva dripped from the roof of her mouth and landed on John.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as he wiped the sticky spit from his clothes. Phil then asked Carla to close her mouth. "Opps, sorry Johm," she said and then giggled.
"Hmmm... Nothing yet..." Phil said. "What should we check next?"
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