Kristen, Phil's New Girlfriend?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
What Phil didn't know as his body was further pulverized under the crushing, smelly sole that kept coming down on his tiny form was that Kristen had meant that she was skipping the rest of the day, not just a single class period. Her only other classes that day were gym and algebra, and she knew for a fact that they wouldn't be doing anything in algebra but watching another movie.
Phil, however, tears streaming down his face and flattened to a pulp, was unable to continue enduring such torment. He passed out, seeing the horrible, dirty sole crashing down on him again...
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“Hey!” Phil heard, a loud voice above him, something large poking his stomach. “Wake up kid!” she continued. He opened his tiny, disoriented eyes, and saw her two giant, beautiful eyes, and a huge grinning face high, high above him. It was Kristen, her giant big toe hovering dangerously overtop of him. “You're missing my giant feet!” she exclaimed, opening the door to her car to drive home.
Her dirty sole found its way back to the sandal, crushing his tiny body again. He felt numb until the full pressure was on, and then the pain swelled, and the smell seemed to mix with it in his mind. He could hear her giggling above, and thought he would pass out again, but he didn't.
Soon Kristen was in the driver's seat, the car door closed, the car started and the radio on. Phil was incredibly thankful that the pressure was off, but it only gave him an opportunity to experience the smell of her enormous sole as she pressed him down into the sandal, working the gas and brake.
“Hey, I have a question for ya',” she finally said, turning the music down at a red light and moving her smelly foot out of his view for a second. “Wanna be my boyfriend?” Just as she asked it, the light turned green, and her foot slammed down on tiny Phil as she hit the gas. “I could show you how to make out when we get to the house, nobody will be home this early,” she giggled, while grinding her foot into the sandal as she spoke, painfully crushing him.
Oh, the thought of being Kristen's tiny little boyfriend was not an unpleasant one for tiny Phil; it certainly beat his current position, a tiny bug being squashed underneath her smelly feet, but that itself made him weary about agreeing. Kristen wasn't as bad as Becky, but if he agreed to be her boyfriend, she could become a regular tormentor in his already rough life.
Finally she reached her house, smiling as she stomped the hell out of his tiny body all the way to the front door. Once she got inside she finally kicked off the sandals and reached down, plucking the tiny boy out from the wire bedding. His chest was flattened, his arms dangled limply at his sides; he looked like he'd been put through hell. “Aww! You're so adorable!” she grinned at the broken little boy in her palm, as she walked to the kitchen sink. She brought his helpless little frame up to her nose, and sniffed him lightly. “You smell like dirt,” she giggled.
Soon he was put through a quick rinse in the sink, Kristen's giant hands rubbing soap all over his weak, broken little body. There was nothing he could do but just let her, although it wasn't really that bad. After she finished, she brought him over to the counter and dried him off with a rag. The house was eerily silent besides the towering titaness in front of him. “So, have you decided yet?” she grinned, her curly brown hair dangling over him, so beautifully. He couldn't move or sit up, so broken already.
Did he really want this girl to be his giant girlfriend from now on, was that really a wise choice?
Phil, however, tears streaming down his face and flattened to a pulp, was unable to continue enduring such torment. He passed out, seeing the horrible, dirty sole crashing down on him again...
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“Hey!” Phil heard, a loud voice above him, something large poking his stomach. “Wake up kid!” she continued. He opened his tiny, disoriented eyes, and saw her two giant, beautiful eyes, and a huge grinning face high, high above him. It was Kristen, her giant big toe hovering dangerously overtop of him. “You're missing my giant feet!” she exclaimed, opening the door to her car to drive home.
Her dirty sole found its way back to the sandal, crushing his tiny body again. He felt numb until the full pressure was on, and then the pain swelled, and the smell seemed to mix with it in his mind. He could hear her giggling above, and thought he would pass out again, but he didn't.
Soon Kristen was in the driver's seat, the car door closed, the car started and the radio on. Phil was incredibly thankful that the pressure was off, but it only gave him an opportunity to experience the smell of her enormous sole as she pressed him down into the sandal, working the gas and brake.
“Hey, I have a question for ya',” she finally said, turning the music down at a red light and moving her smelly foot out of his view for a second. “Wanna be my boyfriend?” Just as she asked it, the light turned green, and her foot slammed down on tiny Phil as she hit the gas. “I could show you how to make out when we get to the house, nobody will be home this early,” she giggled, while grinding her foot into the sandal as she spoke, painfully crushing him.
Oh, the thought of being Kristen's tiny little boyfriend was not an unpleasant one for tiny Phil; it certainly beat his current position, a tiny bug being squashed underneath her smelly feet, but that itself made him weary about agreeing. Kristen wasn't as bad as Becky, but if he agreed to be her boyfriend, she could become a regular tormentor in his already rough life.
Finally she reached her house, smiling as she stomped the hell out of his tiny body all the way to the front door. Once she got inside she finally kicked off the sandals and reached down, plucking the tiny boy out from the wire bedding. His chest was flattened, his arms dangled limply at his sides; he looked like he'd been put through hell. “Aww! You're so adorable!” she grinned at the broken little boy in her palm, as she walked to the kitchen sink. She brought his helpless little frame up to her nose, and sniffed him lightly. “You smell like dirt,” she giggled.
Soon he was put through a quick rinse in the sink, Kristen's giant hands rubbing soap all over his weak, broken little body. There was nothing he could do but just let her, although it wasn't really that bad. After she finished, she brought him over to the counter and dried him off with a rag. The house was eerily silent besides the towering titaness in front of him. “So, have you decided yet?” she grinned, her curly brown hair dangling over him, so beautifully. He couldn't move or sit up, so broken already.
Did he really want this girl to be his giant girlfriend from now on, was that really a wise choice?
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March 24, 2025
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