Becky's Sweaty Socks
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“Just get it over with, Becky...” The tiny boy spitefully called from down below.
The view from between her feet, on the floorboard of the car, of his sister smirking down at him from her comfortable, normal-person-sized seat was starting to unsettle him. Past her, he could see the clouds in the sky, and telephone poles going by - but closer was her enormous shoes, her long legs, the seat of the car, and above that - her grinning face, bent on punishing him. It made him sick to his stomach.
“So... you don’t want a break before I get started?” she grinned, turning and glancing at their mother, who was driving. Their mother didn’t really respond, but she didn’t say anything against what Becky was doing either.
“I just can’t stand seeing you grin down at me like that. Stop it.” Phil petitioned.
“What, like this...” she said, and then forced the biggest, goofiest grin she could muster. She leaned a bit closer and shook her head from side to side, just to emphasis it.
“Phil, don’t you talk back to me OR your sister,” his mother commanded, “another word out of you little man, and I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy yourself this weekend.”
Becky laughed, raising her face back, further away, and resuming her original smirk. “I have a track meet this weekend, Mom, if that gives you any ideas...” Becky added. “You hear that Phil? I know you don’t want to be in this position again, do you?” she finished, sticking out her tongue.
She suddenly brought her left foot (the giant shoe to the right of Phil) overtop and past him, positioning its toe onto the rim of the heel of the right shoe. Her huge socked right foot was pulled out of its sneaker, sweat, grime and all, and to Phil was suddenly awe-struck at how horribly sweaty sock actually was. It looked like Becky had stepped in a puddle, although she hadn’t - it was all sweat. There would be absolutely no air, if he were pinned underneath it.
The grin on Becky’s face became more pronounced as she saw her little brother realize how sweaty her feet actually were. “I’ve been needing a good foot massage too - don’t worry Phil, I’ll do all the work,” she giggled.
The sock hovered over him for a moment, but proceeded to move on over, as his sister then rested her sweaty socked toes on the rim of the heel of the other shoe, and removed her other socked foot from it. Both feet were free from their shoes - and her right foot, (the one on Phil’s left), was suddenly hovering, right over him. The left foot was just resting to his right, for the moment.
Seeing his sister grin down at him - and then the giant foot began to lower - it was too much, he got up, and tried to run to the left. Of course, it was easy for his giant sister to compensate, and she simply brought her right foot down on the tiny boy. Phil was suddenly smothered by the horrible, smelly bottom of his sister’s enormous socked sole, and found himself being forcefully rolled, back to where he was before he started to run. The sole pressed down on him for a few seconds - he was drained of energy, and the sweat was gushing out of the sock all over him. He couldn’t get any air - all he got were mouth-fulls of sweat, and he was afraid he’d drown if she didn’t lift up soon.
Finally she did lift her foot up, and tilted it to the side so she could get a good look at her brother. He looked up at her grinning face while he was gasping for air. He didn’t try to run again.
“Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, Phil!” she snickered, as she lowered her sweaty, stinky socked foot down onto the helpless boy again...
The view from between her feet, on the floorboard of the car, of his sister smirking down at him from her comfortable, normal-person-sized seat was starting to unsettle him. Past her, he could see the clouds in the sky, and telephone poles going by - but closer was her enormous shoes, her long legs, the seat of the car, and above that - her grinning face, bent on punishing him. It made him sick to his stomach.
“So... you don’t want a break before I get started?” she grinned, turning and glancing at their mother, who was driving. Their mother didn’t really respond, but she didn’t say anything against what Becky was doing either.
“I just can’t stand seeing you grin down at me like that. Stop it.” Phil petitioned.
“What, like this...” she said, and then forced the biggest, goofiest grin she could muster. She leaned a bit closer and shook her head from side to side, just to emphasis it.
“Phil, don’t you talk back to me OR your sister,” his mother commanded, “another word out of you little man, and I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy yourself this weekend.”
Becky laughed, raising her face back, further away, and resuming her original smirk. “I have a track meet this weekend, Mom, if that gives you any ideas...” Becky added. “You hear that Phil? I know you don’t want to be in this position again, do you?” she finished, sticking out her tongue.
She suddenly brought her left foot (the giant shoe to the right of Phil) overtop and past him, positioning its toe onto the rim of the heel of the right shoe. Her huge socked right foot was pulled out of its sneaker, sweat, grime and all, and to Phil was suddenly awe-struck at how horribly sweaty sock actually was. It looked like Becky had stepped in a puddle, although she hadn’t - it was all sweat. There would be absolutely no air, if he were pinned underneath it.
The grin on Becky’s face became more pronounced as she saw her little brother realize how sweaty her feet actually were. “I’ve been needing a good foot massage too - don’t worry Phil, I’ll do all the work,” she giggled.
The sock hovered over him for a moment, but proceeded to move on over, as his sister then rested her sweaty socked toes on the rim of the heel of the other shoe, and removed her other socked foot from it. Both feet were free from their shoes - and her right foot, (the one on Phil’s left), was suddenly hovering, right over him. The left foot was just resting to his right, for the moment.
Seeing his sister grin down at him - and then the giant foot began to lower - it was too much, he got up, and tried to run to the left. Of course, it was easy for his giant sister to compensate, and she simply brought her right foot down on the tiny boy. Phil was suddenly smothered by the horrible, smelly bottom of his sister’s enormous socked sole, and found himself being forcefully rolled, back to where he was before he started to run. The sole pressed down on him for a few seconds - he was drained of energy, and the sweat was gushing out of the sock all over him. He couldn’t get any air - all he got were mouth-fulls of sweat, and he was afraid he’d drown if she didn’t lift up soon.
Finally she did lift her foot up, and tilted it to the side so she could get a good look at her brother. He looked up at her grinning face while he was gasping for air. He didn’t try to run again.
“Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, Phil!” she snickered, as she lowered her sweaty, stinky socked foot down onto the helpless boy again...
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March 24, 2025
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