The day (trapped) with Sandy
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
This was the longest day of Phil's life. He was confined to the back of Sandy's silky panties against her large, firm butt the entire day. When she was up and walking around, the form fitting stretch pants she was wearing severly limited Phil's ability to move, but he was pushed and lifted with each step Sandy took. Phil found himself face first pressed up against her left butt cheek, almost spread eagle as she walked. The motion grew relatively constant as she made her way to her next class of the day, and the swaying and almost gentle motion made Phil grow more and more relaxed and comfortable with his position and situation.
That all changed very fast.
Without warning, the gentle swaying motion ended as Sandy had arrived at her desk in her next class. There was a brief period of stillness, and then Phil felt his space growing even more compact than it had been before! He could feel the pants and panties pulling tight around Sandy's bottom, the sheer material pressing Phil's small body against Sandy's smooth flesh even more. He knew she was sitting down, and his struggles intensified.
He felt her weight hit him slowly, as if she were savoring the moment. She allowed more and more of her weight to be focused on her left cheek until she was almost leaning completely to one side.
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The already confident Sandy walked into her third period course feeling even more strong and arrogant than normal. The wave of power she felt sweep over her when she heard the waistband of her panties trap Phil against her butt was like nothing she had ever experienced. She had a small, but very real, 13 year old immobalized without laying a hand to him. She noticed he had stopped struggling soon after she started walking. When she eyed her desk near the back of the class, she knew that would change soon.
She never broke her stride as she paced to her desk, swinging her hips as she moved, but once she reached her usual seat, she stopped and paused. Savouring the moment. Sloooowly she bent her body into a seated position, her mind focused on Phil's location trapped against her left butt cheek. Feeling him pull closer to her as she sat.
He had started to struggle.
She felt the impact of the chair before she felt it thru her pants, so she knew that Phil's back was the first thing to hit the seat. She gently shifted her hips as she continued to lower her weight onto him. Phil was lightly rubbed back and forth against her bottom, as she continued to focus more and more of her weight upon him. Soon, she was sitting almost more on Phil then she was on the chair.
Sandy continued down this path in every class she had. Phil's body was strong though. Despite the crushing weight Sandy was putting on him, his body held form. For a while at least.
Eventually, the rubbing and the bouncing Sandy put him thru over the course of the day took its toll, and he was a beaten, flattened mess by the end of her last class. True to her word (for once?) Sandy made her way to Ms. Jackson's classroom.
"How did he do?" the young teacher asked.
"See for yourself," the girl responded. Giggling slightly as she peeled him off of her left cheek, where he had spent most of the day. After depositing Phil in Ms. Jackson's hand, Sandy leaves.
That all changed very fast.
Without warning, the gentle swaying motion ended as Sandy had arrived at her desk in her next class. There was a brief period of stillness, and then Phil felt his space growing even more compact than it had been before! He could feel the pants and panties pulling tight around Sandy's bottom, the sheer material pressing Phil's small body against Sandy's smooth flesh even more. He knew she was sitting down, and his struggles intensified.
He felt her weight hit him slowly, as if she were savoring the moment. She allowed more and more of her weight to be focused on her left cheek until she was almost leaning completely to one side.
******
The already confident Sandy walked into her third period course feeling even more strong and arrogant than normal. The wave of power she felt sweep over her when she heard the waistband of her panties trap Phil against her butt was like nothing she had ever experienced. She had a small, but very real, 13 year old immobalized without laying a hand to him. She noticed he had stopped struggling soon after she started walking. When she eyed her desk near the back of the class, she knew that would change soon.
She never broke her stride as she paced to her desk, swinging her hips as she moved, but once she reached her usual seat, she stopped and paused. Savouring the moment. Sloooowly she bent her body into a seated position, her mind focused on Phil's location trapped against her left butt cheek. Feeling him pull closer to her as she sat.
He had started to struggle.
She felt the impact of the chair before she felt it thru her pants, so she knew that Phil's back was the first thing to hit the seat. She gently shifted her hips as she continued to lower her weight onto him. Phil was lightly rubbed back and forth against her bottom, as she continued to focus more and more of her weight upon him. Soon, she was sitting almost more on Phil then she was on the chair.
Sandy continued down this path in every class she had. Phil's body was strong though. Despite the crushing weight Sandy was putting on him, his body held form. For a while at least.
Eventually, the rubbing and the bouncing Sandy put him thru over the course of the day took its toll, and he was a beaten, flattened mess by the end of her last class. True to her word (for once?) Sandy made her way to Ms. Jackson's classroom.
"How did he do?" the young teacher asked.
"See for yourself," the girl responded. Giggling slightly as she peeled him off of her left cheek, where he had spent most of the day. After depositing Phil in Ms. Jackson's hand, Sandy leaves.
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