Talking Back = Feet
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Giant Becky smirked down into the slipper at Phil. “My feet are SO cold...” she continued.
“Hmm...” Their mother began to reply, as she leaned forward into Phil’s view, smiling at him sweetly. “Why, my slippers are right there in the floor, sweetie..!” she giggled. “You don’t mind sharing them with your sister, do you Phil?”
Did he mind? Did he mind his sister putting her giant smelly foot in the slipper on top of him? He hadn’t done anything, to anyone, to deserve any of this ridiculous punishment! Becky’s foot was already lifting up, and she was grinning down at him, expecting to continue lowering her foot on him, without anything stopping her. Why was he putting up with this!?
“Stop it!” he screamed up at them, busting out into tears. His mother and sister were both stunned, and for a moment the smirky expression left both of their faces. Becky lowered her foot and just looked at him.
“Stop what, twerp?” Becky replied. “I’m just putting on Mom’s slippers.”
“Phil, I already warned you once about talking back to us,” his mother sternly began.
“I don’t care! I don’t care! Let me go!” he screamed back, sobbing. “I hate you! I hate both of you, you and your stupid smelly feet! Let me go! I don’t want to go back to that school! I don’t wanna be under your feet! Just stop it!” he sobbed, screaming up at the giant faces above.
An angry smirk formed on Becky’s face, as she lifted her giant foot up above him again. “That’s NOT happening! SHUT UP!” She then slammed her grimy cold sole down onto her little brother. It knocked the breath out of him, but the tears continued rolling down his cheeks.
Grinning evilly, she slid her foot back a bit, and started wiggling her giant toes on his tiny face - they smelled SO bad, and he couldn’t do a thing. He could see her huge face spitefully grinning down at him from between them, and he could see his mother’s giant face glaring at him as well. She didn’t look happy with him.
“Fine, I won’t ever send you to that school again,” she finally replied, and the look on her face was quite assertive. Becky glanced at her mother, and Phil’s sobbing began to slow down, as he looked at his mom’s face from between Becky’s stinky toes. For the moment, she had quit pummeling him in the face with them, and instead just wrapped them around his tiny head.
“You can’t be serious!” Becky protested. “That’s exactly what he wants! You can’t let him stay home and get out of school just because he had a little tantrum!” she argued, keeping her huge foot on her brother, and looking at her mom with wide eyes.
Their mother just smiled back at her. “He’s not staying home either, sweetie,” she smirked. The smile on his mother’s face grew, and she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’ll take him to work with me everyday, in my shoe,” she smiled, then glanced down at her tiny son.
He was dumbstruck.
“What, afraid of little old me?” she giggled. "The lesson for today is... Don't talk back. Oh yeah, and Becky - anytime you want 'play' with your brother at your feet, you can, from now on.” She then laid over and rested her head on Becky’s lap, facing the tiny boy at Becky’s foot. “And right now, I’M gonna watch the show... Go at it, Becky,” she grinned, cruelly.
“This is so great!” Becky grinned. “Oh trust me, your life’s gonna suck now, little bro’,” she giggled, as she slid her foot forward into the slipper, overtaking her tiny brother’s body and covering his helpless face by the smelly sole of her foot. He inhaled sharply - it smelled so strong, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He heard them giggling from the outside world, as Becky slid her grimy foot back and forth across his tiny body and face, forcing him to helplessly take it. He didn't want his life to be that of a toy at his sister's foot, but it was headed in that direction...
“Hmm...” Their mother began to reply, as she leaned forward into Phil’s view, smiling at him sweetly. “Why, my slippers are right there in the floor, sweetie..!” she giggled. “You don’t mind sharing them with your sister, do you Phil?”
Did he mind? Did he mind his sister putting her giant smelly foot in the slipper on top of him? He hadn’t done anything, to anyone, to deserve any of this ridiculous punishment! Becky’s foot was already lifting up, and she was grinning down at him, expecting to continue lowering her foot on him, without anything stopping her. Why was he putting up with this!?
“Stop it!” he screamed up at them, busting out into tears. His mother and sister were both stunned, and for a moment the smirky expression left both of their faces. Becky lowered her foot and just looked at him.
“Stop what, twerp?” Becky replied. “I’m just putting on Mom’s slippers.”
“Phil, I already warned you once about talking back to us,” his mother sternly began.
“I don’t care! I don’t care! Let me go!” he screamed back, sobbing. “I hate you! I hate both of you, you and your stupid smelly feet! Let me go! I don’t want to go back to that school! I don’t wanna be under your feet! Just stop it!” he sobbed, screaming up at the giant faces above.
An angry smirk formed on Becky’s face, as she lifted her giant foot up above him again. “That’s NOT happening! SHUT UP!” She then slammed her grimy cold sole down onto her little brother. It knocked the breath out of him, but the tears continued rolling down his cheeks.
Grinning evilly, she slid her foot back a bit, and started wiggling her giant toes on his tiny face - they smelled SO bad, and he couldn’t do a thing. He could see her huge face spitefully grinning down at him from between them, and he could see his mother’s giant face glaring at him as well. She didn’t look happy with him.
“Fine, I won’t ever send you to that school again,” she finally replied, and the look on her face was quite assertive. Becky glanced at her mother, and Phil’s sobbing began to slow down, as he looked at his mom’s face from between Becky’s stinky toes. For the moment, she had quit pummeling him in the face with them, and instead just wrapped them around his tiny head.
“You can’t be serious!” Becky protested. “That’s exactly what he wants! You can’t let him stay home and get out of school just because he had a little tantrum!” she argued, keeping her huge foot on her brother, and looking at her mom with wide eyes.
Their mother just smiled back at her. “He’s not staying home either, sweetie,” she smirked. The smile on his mother’s face grew, and she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’ll take him to work with me everyday, in my shoe,” she smiled, then glanced down at her tiny son.
He was dumbstruck.
“What, afraid of little old me?” she giggled. "The lesson for today is... Don't talk back. Oh yeah, and Becky - anytime you want 'play' with your brother at your feet, you can, from now on.” She then laid over and rested her head on Becky’s lap, facing the tiny boy at Becky’s foot. “And right now, I’M gonna watch the show... Go at it, Becky,” she grinned, cruelly.
“This is so great!” Becky grinned. “Oh trust me, your life’s gonna suck now, little bro’,” she giggled, as she slid her foot forward into the slipper, overtaking her tiny brother’s body and covering his helpless face by the smelly sole of her foot. He inhaled sharply - it smelled so strong, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He heard them giggling from the outside world, as Becky slid her grimy foot back and forth across his tiny body and face, forcing him to helplessly take it. He didn't want his life to be that of a toy at his sister's foot, but it was headed in that direction...
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March 24, 2025
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