Crushed Under Kristen
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Kristen's giant dirty sole crushed him beyond belief, as she stood up and started walking back to her class. Before he could begin to take in the stunning force of initially being stepped on, she had already taken a second step, mashing his little body down hard into her sandal again. And before he could even cry out from being smashed a second time, her dirty foot had landed upon him, yet again – and his cry was muffled.
He was left feeling like his ribs were about to crack under her weight, because she just stood on him, not stepping off.
“Hey Becky!” Kristen called, after she stopped. “I have a little sister – would it be okay if she played with him too when I get home?”
“Oh yeah, that's fine!” Becky called back. “Have no mercy!” she laughed, cruelly.
Kristen smiled back, before she turned and started off again toward her classroom.
As she continued walking down the hall, there was nothing he could do as his body was crushed under her huge footfalls. The only possible path out of the wire of the sandal was to go up – and Kristen's dirty foot filled his vision in that direction, continuing to pulverize his tiny body under every step.
She walked down the hallway, obviously not caring that there was I tiny boy under her right foot, being crushed under every step she took. His vision began to grow blurry and his chest began to ache from being slammed so hard, so many times. Lifting his arms and legs had already become an impossible task, as they had been smashed under her first few steps, when he had used them to try to protect this torso.
'She doesn't care,' he thought, as he watched her dirty sole descend on him once again. 'I'm gonna die under her foot, and she doesn't care. This is like a big joke to her,' he despaired in his mind. As her foot came down on him, his body was again mashed under Kristen's crushing weight. He felt and heard one of his ribs crack, and his scream of pain was broken as well, as her foot depressed his lungs pushing out all the air. Silent tears rolled down his face, as her foot rose and came down once again. As she mashed him under another step, pain shot through him like a knife, and seeing her foot raise up again he braced himself, knowing there would be another painful step, and then another, and another...
...After nearly trampling the tiny boy out of his mind with her short walk to the classroom door, she finally came to a stop. Her foot slid out of her sandal, finally giving the little boy a chance to breathe. The black wire of the sandal, with the pressure let off, was returning to it's natural position, but after being stepped on so many times Phil was totally immobile. There would be no escape from Kristen's giant feet, at all, he realized. Looking straight up, he could see her beautiful face grinning down at him.
She had such pretty features, but he could also see her dirty sole hovering above him as well, reminding him of the playful torture she was putting him through. Her curly brown hair dangled all around her face as she snickered down at his plight.
“My foot smell good?” she quietly teased, bouncing it above him. He didn't reply, he just looked up at her face, with tears rolling down the sides of his eyes. He was in disbelief – he had only just met this girl, fallen in love with her, and now he had been stomped to a pulp underneath her dirty feet.
Her eyes looked into his, but all he saw in her eyes was amusement at his predicament. “Well?” she continued, with a chuckle. She began to lower her giant sole toward him again, and the dusty, dirty smell got stronger. He could see every speck of dirt, every imperfection and flaw in the bottom of her foot coming closer, and higher above he could see her beautiful face grinning down – it was too much to take, he closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he felt the pressure of her foot on him, and after it slid across his body, he felt it come to a stop.
She then slowly raised her heel until it was propped up in the air, leaving tiny Phil with a startling view of her slender, dusty, threatening sole; and the rim of her dark bluejeans dangled around it.
From high above, he heard the sound of Kristen quietly trying to turn the doorknob, with no luck.
“Crap, I'm too late...” she said, under her breath. She paused for a moment, considering knocking, as she bounced her foot up and down, teasing the tiny boy underneath it.
“They're just watching a movie... ... Screw it. I'm skipping...” she finally said under her breath, as Phil's world spun around and the dirty sole suddenly came back down on him, ending his moment of peace. He was crushed extra hard as she intentionally used that foot to take off, heading down the hallway... now to a new destination, one which he didn't know.
He was left feeling like his ribs were about to crack under her weight, because she just stood on him, not stepping off.
“Hey Becky!” Kristen called, after she stopped. “I have a little sister – would it be okay if she played with him too when I get home?”
“Oh yeah, that's fine!” Becky called back. “Have no mercy!” she laughed, cruelly.
Kristen smiled back, before she turned and started off again toward her classroom.
As she continued walking down the hall, there was nothing he could do as his body was crushed under her huge footfalls. The only possible path out of the wire of the sandal was to go up – and Kristen's dirty foot filled his vision in that direction, continuing to pulverize his tiny body under every step.
She walked down the hallway, obviously not caring that there was I tiny boy under her right foot, being crushed under every step she took. His vision began to grow blurry and his chest began to ache from being slammed so hard, so many times. Lifting his arms and legs had already become an impossible task, as they had been smashed under her first few steps, when he had used them to try to protect this torso.
'She doesn't care,' he thought, as he watched her dirty sole descend on him once again. 'I'm gonna die under her foot, and she doesn't care. This is like a big joke to her,' he despaired in his mind. As her foot came down on him, his body was again mashed under Kristen's crushing weight. He felt and heard one of his ribs crack, and his scream of pain was broken as well, as her foot depressed his lungs pushing out all the air. Silent tears rolled down his face, as her foot rose and came down once again. As she mashed him under another step, pain shot through him like a knife, and seeing her foot raise up again he braced himself, knowing there would be another painful step, and then another, and another...
...After nearly trampling the tiny boy out of his mind with her short walk to the classroom door, she finally came to a stop. Her foot slid out of her sandal, finally giving the little boy a chance to breathe. The black wire of the sandal, with the pressure let off, was returning to it's natural position, but after being stepped on so many times Phil was totally immobile. There would be no escape from Kristen's giant feet, at all, he realized. Looking straight up, he could see her beautiful face grinning down at him.
She had such pretty features, but he could also see her dirty sole hovering above him as well, reminding him of the playful torture she was putting him through. Her curly brown hair dangled all around her face as she snickered down at his plight.
“My foot smell good?” she quietly teased, bouncing it above him. He didn't reply, he just looked up at her face, with tears rolling down the sides of his eyes. He was in disbelief – he had only just met this girl, fallen in love with her, and now he had been stomped to a pulp underneath her dirty feet.
Her eyes looked into his, but all he saw in her eyes was amusement at his predicament. “Well?” she continued, with a chuckle. She began to lower her giant sole toward him again, and the dusty, dirty smell got stronger. He could see every speck of dirt, every imperfection and flaw in the bottom of her foot coming closer, and higher above he could see her beautiful face grinning down – it was too much to take, he closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he felt the pressure of her foot on him, and after it slid across his body, he felt it come to a stop.
She then slowly raised her heel until it was propped up in the air, leaving tiny Phil with a startling view of her slender, dusty, threatening sole; and the rim of her dark bluejeans dangled around it.
From high above, he heard the sound of Kristen quietly trying to turn the doorknob, with no luck.
“Crap, I'm too late...” she said, under her breath. She paused for a moment, considering knocking, as she bounced her foot up and down, teasing the tiny boy underneath it.
“They're just watching a movie... ... Screw it. I'm skipping...” she finally said under her breath, as Phil's world spun around and the dirty sole suddenly came back down on him, ending his moment of peace. He was crushed extra hard as she intentionally used that foot to take off, heading down the hallway... now to a new destination, one which he didn't know.
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March 24, 2025
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