Going home in style
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
deadpool613
"Give him to me," Ms. Prittey said, extending her hand. Sandy sighed in defeat as she handed Phil over. Ms. Prittey nodded and walked out the door, Phil in her palm. Phil could hear the girls yelling at Sandy for giving him up. "I'm so sorry about that, Phil. I should have known Sandy couldn't be trusted," she said to Phil, an apologetic look in her eyes. "It's okay," Phil said as they arrived at Ms. Prittey's car.
She smiled at Phil as she climbed into the car. Then she started looking around, nervous. "What?" Phil asked. Ms. Prittey looked embarrassed as she said "I have nowhere to put you." Phil looked around. It was true. Ms. Prittey's car was a two-seater. The passenger seat had boxes on it that were filled with school papers. The floor had a briefcase on it. The dashboard was riddled with papers for almost anything. Coupons, hotels, divorce...
Phil looked at Ms. Prittey. He didn't know she was getting a divorce. he didn't even know she was married. But he stayed quiet. "How did Sandy get you out of school, maybe I can try that," she asked hopefully. Phil started sweating profusely. Sandy had stuffed him in her bra. What would Ms. Prittey think if he told her that. Would she actually do it. Phil figured he should find out.
"She, um... Well, she..." Phil said, embarrassed. Ms. Prittey looked worried. "What did she do Phil?" she asked with concern. "She-stuffed-me-down-her-shirt," Phil said in a hurried tone. He closed his eyes, waiting for his teacher's response. She was in shock. Sandy had done that? Well she was always a little slutty. Ms. Prittey wondered what to do, but, considering her limited options, she sighed.
"Phil... Considering the situation... Maybe this once..." she said, glancing at her large bosom. Ms. Prittey wore a 34DD cup, and was proud of it. She was currently wearing a low-cut top that gave Phil a great view. Phil blushed into a dark red. "Are... Are you sure?" he asked, trying not to faint. She nodded, and said "But we can't tell anyone, okay?" Phil nodded back, and Ms. Prittey lifted her palm to her chest.
Phil looked nervous, but Ms. Prittey said "Don't worry Phil. They won't eat you." Phil stepped forward and felt the soft flesh conform to his body as he climbed in. The breasts were soft enough to be comfortable, but firm enough to keep him in place. "You okay?" he heard Ms. Prittey ask. Before he could answer, he saw Ms. Prittey's fingers reach in and lift him up slightly, poking his head out of her cleavage.
"There we go. Wouldn't want you to suffocate in there would we?" she asked playfully. Now that he was in there, she felt more comfortable. She actually liked it... She smiled and started the car. Phil could feel the vibrations of the car reverberate through the breasts, and it felt like a massage. He leaned back and sighed in pleasure. This was a pretty good day. He could hear her heartbeat behind him, and its thudding was soothing.
Ms. Prittey's breathing was also relaxing, as Phil was raised up and down with the massive milk-sacs. Anyway, Ms. Prittey began to drive Phil home...
She smiled at Phil as she climbed into the car. Then she started looking around, nervous. "What?" Phil asked. Ms. Prittey looked embarrassed as she said "I have nowhere to put you." Phil looked around. It was true. Ms. Prittey's car was a two-seater. The passenger seat had boxes on it that were filled with school papers. The floor had a briefcase on it. The dashboard was riddled with papers for almost anything. Coupons, hotels, divorce...
Phil looked at Ms. Prittey. He didn't know she was getting a divorce. he didn't even know she was married. But he stayed quiet. "How did Sandy get you out of school, maybe I can try that," she asked hopefully. Phil started sweating profusely. Sandy had stuffed him in her bra. What would Ms. Prittey think if he told her that. Would she actually do it. Phil figured he should find out.
"She, um... Well, she..." Phil said, embarrassed. Ms. Prittey looked worried. "What did she do Phil?" she asked with concern. "She-stuffed-me-down-her-shirt," Phil said in a hurried tone. He closed his eyes, waiting for his teacher's response. She was in shock. Sandy had done that? Well she was always a little slutty. Ms. Prittey wondered what to do, but, considering her limited options, she sighed.
"Phil... Considering the situation... Maybe this once..." she said, glancing at her large bosom. Ms. Prittey wore a 34DD cup, and was proud of it. She was currently wearing a low-cut top that gave Phil a great view. Phil blushed into a dark red. "Are... Are you sure?" he asked, trying not to faint. She nodded, and said "But we can't tell anyone, okay?" Phil nodded back, and Ms. Prittey lifted her palm to her chest.
Phil looked nervous, but Ms. Prittey said "Don't worry Phil. They won't eat you." Phil stepped forward and felt the soft flesh conform to his body as he climbed in. The breasts were soft enough to be comfortable, but firm enough to keep him in place. "You okay?" he heard Ms. Prittey ask. Before he could answer, he saw Ms. Prittey's fingers reach in and lift him up slightly, poking his head out of her cleavage.
"There we go. Wouldn't want you to suffocate in there would we?" she asked playfully. Now that he was in there, she felt more comfortable. She actually liked it... She smiled and started the car. Phil could feel the vibrations of the car reverberate through the breasts, and it felt like a massage. He leaned back and sighed in pleasure. This was a pretty good day. He could hear her heartbeat behind him, and its thudding was soothing.
Ms. Prittey's breathing was also relaxing, as Phil was raised up and down with the massive milk-sacs. Anyway, Ms. Prittey began to drive Phil home...
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