Kristen's Dirty Feet
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“In that case, why don't you do it for me?” Becky snickered.
“Do what?” Kristen replied, looking confusedly at Becky.
“Wear him in your sock. Squash him between your toes, I'll even let you take him home tonight,” Becky grinned. Kristen glanced down at the little boy with a mischievous smile, who suddenly looked very frightened of her.
Phil, suddenly not liking the way things were going, began to protest.
“Becky, I don't - ” he managed to say, before he was caught in his big sister's hand.
“You don't what, twerp?” she said, quickly bringing him up to her face. Her thumb was behind his head, and her fingers were wrapped around his body. “Shut up while the big people decide what to do with you,” she finished, dropping him into her fist, squeezing him tightly.
Kristen watched as the tiny boy struggled for air in his sister's hand, giggling at his plight.
“I'd love to have him between my toes all day,” She smiled, “But I can't. I'm not even wearing socks today,” she replied. “See?” she added, lifting her foot up in the air – she was barefoot. The bottom of her foot was dirty and dusty, from walking barefoot on the cafeteria floor.
“Did you wear any sandals?” Becky asked.
“Right here,” Kristen said, leaning over and pulling them out from under the table. They were black, wire-bed sandals. Becky could see Kristen's dirty footprints on the dark surface of them.
“Hmm...” Becky said, starting to snicker. She grabbed her tiny little brother, and shoved him into the wire-bed in the middle of the sandal. After some wrestling him down with her fingers, he was lying face up, exhausted, entangled in the wires in the wire-bed of the sandal. He looked up to see two pretty faces grinning down at him. They were both the same age, three years older than him.
Soon, he found himself looking up from the floor, at the same two giggling girls staring down at him. Kristen hovered her dirty sole above the tiny boy, slowly lowering it until it was right above him. The smell emanating off of her foot smelled like the dirty, dusty floor of the cafeteria. And just as he heard her giggle at him, he felt her cold sole slide onto the surface of the sandal, pressing down on the wires until her smelly sole came into contact with his body.
“Make him lick your foot clean,” Becky suggested, with a laugh.
“I will, but I have to go, I'm gonna be late for class,” Kristen said.
“No problem, just stomp him enough times and he won't be able to move, so he won't be able to get away,” Becky replied.
“Okay,” Kristen giggled. “See ya then!”
“Yeah, have fun with him!” Becky replied.
“Do what?” Kristen replied, looking confusedly at Becky.
“Wear him in your sock. Squash him between your toes, I'll even let you take him home tonight,” Becky grinned. Kristen glanced down at the little boy with a mischievous smile, who suddenly looked very frightened of her.
Phil, suddenly not liking the way things were going, began to protest.
“Becky, I don't - ” he managed to say, before he was caught in his big sister's hand.
“You don't what, twerp?” she said, quickly bringing him up to her face. Her thumb was behind his head, and her fingers were wrapped around his body. “Shut up while the big people decide what to do with you,” she finished, dropping him into her fist, squeezing him tightly.
Kristen watched as the tiny boy struggled for air in his sister's hand, giggling at his plight.
“I'd love to have him between my toes all day,” She smiled, “But I can't. I'm not even wearing socks today,” she replied. “See?” she added, lifting her foot up in the air – she was barefoot. The bottom of her foot was dirty and dusty, from walking barefoot on the cafeteria floor.
“Did you wear any sandals?” Becky asked.
“Right here,” Kristen said, leaning over and pulling them out from under the table. They were black, wire-bed sandals. Becky could see Kristen's dirty footprints on the dark surface of them.
“Hmm...” Becky said, starting to snicker. She grabbed her tiny little brother, and shoved him into the wire-bed in the middle of the sandal. After some wrestling him down with her fingers, he was lying face up, exhausted, entangled in the wires in the wire-bed of the sandal. He looked up to see two pretty faces grinning down at him. They were both the same age, three years older than him.
Soon, he found himself looking up from the floor, at the same two giggling girls staring down at him. Kristen hovered her dirty sole above the tiny boy, slowly lowering it until it was right above him. The smell emanating off of her foot smelled like the dirty, dusty floor of the cafeteria. And just as he heard her giggle at him, he felt her cold sole slide onto the surface of the sandal, pressing down on the wires until her smelly sole came into contact with his body.
“Make him lick your foot clean,” Becky suggested, with a laugh.
“I will, but I have to go, I'm gonna be late for class,” Kristen said.
“No problem, just stomp him enough times and he won't be able to move, so he won't be able to get away,” Becky replied.
“Okay,” Kristen giggled. “See ya then!”
“Yeah, have fun with him!” Becky replied.
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March 24, 2025
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