A young girl was walking right toward Phil. She looked to be like 12 years old. However, she dressed like she was 20 and seems to have hit puberty early.
Her hips were already showing and she had a slight hourglass figure.
She was walking toward Phil, but Phil wanted to hide. This little girl might turn him in!
Ms. prittey's daughter jumped back and gasped as she saw Phil move. She held a hand over her mouth and slowly approached Phil.
She had large eyes but her face was similar to Ms. Prittey.
She grabbed Phil and looked at him.
"Are you real?" she asked.
"Yes, will you please let me go....miss?"
"My name is Lisa, and I dont want to let you go, you are too cute. I thought you were a large bug, then I thought you were a doll, now I see that you are a tiny man." Lisa explained.
Phil asked Lisa, "Just call my mother, Mrs. Bemine and she will take care of this."
"I dont think so" Lisa replied. " I want to keep you, but first I have to ask my mom where you came from..mr...? "
"Its Phil. Thats my name. Also, dont give me back to your mother! She played with me too much already and im tired!" Phil yelled in frustration.
"You mean my mom has already played with you!!?" Lisa asked now interested. "What did she do to you?"
Phil thought about Ms. Prittey's actions. They were all sexual. How does he tell he daughter this. Does Lisa know about what adults do these days. Phil decides to play it safe.
"Well lets just say, she um.....had her way with me." Phil answered.
"Had her way with you, huh? You mean like this?"
Lisa brought Phil down to her shorts and started rubbing Phil into her. She was slightly moaning, but it was not as powerful as when Ms. Prittey, her mother moaned.
After Lisa rubbed Phil for a few seconds, she looked at Phil expecting Phil to enjoy it, but Phil had a disgusted look on his face.
"You dont like me, do you?" Lisa pressured Phil. She gripped Phil a bit tighter.
"Its not that, I just dont like being rubbed, thats all" Phil couldnt believe this young girl was already filled with sexual desire.
Phil then noticed something stand out beyond Lisa. It was a portrait of Ms. Prittey winking at the camera. She looked pretty in that photo. If she was nice, Phil would have liked to be returned to her. He kept staring imagining the possibilities.
Lisa took notice.
"You'd much rather be with my mom, am I right?"
Phil knew she was right.
"So I'm gonna give you to her."
Lisa opened a cabinet and reached in.
Lisa pulled out a role of scotch tape.. then pulled it out from it's dispenser.
Phil knew right then and there that she was going to tie him up.
"Stay still," Lisa whispered, as she pulled of a strip of tape, and wrapped it around Phil with her hands.
"Wait!!" Phil begged.
"Stop!!"
Lisa laughed again as she gently lapped the strip of tape over Phil, tightened it around his tiny body, then placed it over itself.
She released Phil for her massive grip, and let him fall to floor in the halllway.
"Now.. so you don't make any noise.."
Phil rolled around on the ground trying to free myself from the tape. It was no use. Phil was unable to move.
Then, suddenly, the giant girl turned him over, then placed a tiny strip of tape over his neck and mouth, and made sure it was tight.
And just like that, Phil was mute. Phil was unable to open his mouth as the adhesive strip locked his mouth shut. All that came out of Phil was muffled utterances.
"You might like this.." Lisa teased,
"for a while."
Lisa scooped Phil's miniature, bound body up from the floor.
Lisa carried Phil down the hallway, and into Ms. Prittey's room.
"What the hell was she doing?" Phil wondered.
But when she opened up her mother's underwear drawer... Phil knew exactly what she was doing.
"You'd much rather have fun with my Mom, huh?" Lisa asked, before lowering Phil into the drawer, and placing him square in the middle of the inside of one of her mom's pair of panties.
The tape that kept Phil from moving his arms and legs even stuck to the panty material. Phil was completely unable to move by himself.
"Well here you go," she said, as she positioned Phil directly in the middle of the pussy-end of the underwear.
"Enjoy it.. while you can."
Phil screamed and screamed to get her to let him out, but it was no use. His muffles created no words.
If Phil was left in here... and Lisa's enormous Mom put her underwear on with Phil inside... he didn't know if he would survive.
"MMMHPP!!" Phil pleaded,
"MMPH!"
Lisa laughed down at Phil from outside the panty drawer.
"Remember to take a deep breath, little Phil.."
And with that, the giant girl slammed the drawer shut and walked out of the room... leaving Phil in complete darkness.
Phil tried again to move his arms and legs. It was no use. Lisa made sure Phil was securely fastened and helpless.
Phil tried to roll out of the panties, to see if he could escape through one of its leg holes.
But the tape made sure he couldn't. Phil wasn't going anywhere.
Phil lett out a long sigh as he contemplated how long it would be until Ms. Prittey needed this particular pair of underwear..
"Maybe she will see me first, I hoped."
"But what if she didn't? Phil also thought.
"What if she casually picked out her panties, set them down to the floor, and slid them on... with me inside?"
"Part of me made me feel like I loved Ms. Prittey. I loved how kind she was in that picture when she was looking at me. And how much fun she would have with me."
"But now she thought I was gone... and if she did put her panties on with me inside... would she be able to feel me against her skin?"
"I hoped Lisa's plan wouldn't work."
"But still I couldn't help but think... if Ms. Prittey doesn't see me... I'm going to become well acquainted with her vagina."
And if this was going to happen.. Phil knew it would be very soon.
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