Stomped Flat Again
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Mandy thought for a moment. “It's fine, he heals pretty fast. Besides, I don't think Becky'll really care how she gets him back,” she laughed. Phil was weakly clawing at the giant twinkie in front of him, the first morsel of food he had seen in nearly two days.
Michelle giggled. “Yeah, Becky's so cool like that,” she said. The twinkie was tasting so good to Phil, at least what small bites he could get of it.
“He's had enough to eat. Let's play with him some more!” Mandy laughed, and suddenly the twinkie was lifted high up in the air, out of Phil's reach. He could only lay there, on the floor, as a giant finger rolled him on his back, and he was treated to the view of his giant cousin happily shoving the entire twinkie in her gaping mouth, leaning over him and then smiling with huge bulging cheeks, as she chewed it up.
Michelle scooted forward, leaning over him too. “What are we gonna do first?” she grinned down.
Mandy swallowed the twinkie, continuing to smile down. She lifted her barefoot up above him, and lowered it down on his tired body. “Squash him flat as we can,” she casually said, as she grinned at Michelle.
“Okay,” Michelle giggled, as her foot joined Mandy's on top of Phil's weak body. As both girls stood up, he was horrified at the enthusiasm with which they stomped and mashed him into the carpet. It was as if hurting him WAS what was fun to them anymore – a flurry of foot after foot after foot after foot came down on him, mixed in with the blur of giant, cute, laughing faces, looking down.
Eventually, when they were finally satisfied, they stopped and examined him. He was so beaten and flattened that he never looked like he would move again, and that was precisely how he felt. The girls just giggled down, and Mandy sat down, resting her smelly feet on top of him.
“Mandy, do you have a soccer game today?” came Mandy's mom's voice from outside the room.
Mandy looked thoughtful for a moment, then yelled back. “Yeah Mom, I do!”
“Then you need to get ready!” Her mom replied.
“Okay, I will!” Mandy replied, and they could hear her mom walking away. Mandy spied her muddy soccer cleats over at the edge of the room, and the unwashed green socks bunched up inside them.
Then the giant 8-year-old blonde girl looked back down at Phil, with an evil grin...
Michelle giggled. “Yeah, Becky's so cool like that,” she said. The twinkie was tasting so good to Phil, at least what small bites he could get of it.
“He's had enough to eat. Let's play with him some more!” Mandy laughed, and suddenly the twinkie was lifted high up in the air, out of Phil's reach. He could only lay there, on the floor, as a giant finger rolled him on his back, and he was treated to the view of his giant cousin happily shoving the entire twinkie in her gaping mouth, leaning over him and then smiling with huge bulging cheeks, as she chewed it up.
Michelle scooted forward, leaning over him too. “What are we gonna do first?” she grinned down.
Mandy swallowed the twinkie, continuing to smile down. She lifted her barefoot up above him, and lowered it down on his tired body. “Squash him flat as we can,” she casually said, as she grinned at Michelle.
“Okay,” Michelle giggled, as her foot joined Mandy's on top of Phil's weak body. As both girls stood up, he was horrified at the enthusiasm with which they stomped and mashed him into the carpet. It was as if hurting him WAS what was fun to them anymore – a flurry of foot after foot after foot after foot came down on him, mixed in with the blur of giant, cute, laughing faces, looking down.
Eventually, when they were finally satisfied, they stopped and examined him. He was so beaten and flattened that he never looked like he would move again, and that was precisely how he felt. The girls just giggled down, and Mandy sat down, resting her smelly feet on top of him.
“Mandy, do you have a soccer game today?” came Mandy's mom's voice from outside the room.
Mandy looked thoughtful for a moment, then yelled back. “Yeah Mom, I do!”
“Then you need to get ready!” Her mom replied.
“Okay, I will!” Mandy replied, and they could hear her mom walking away. Mandy spied her muddy soccer cleats over at the edge of the room, and the unwashed green socks bunched up inside them.
Then the giant 8-year-old blonde girl looked back down at Phil, with an evil grin...
121 views
·
March 24, 2025
Log in to comment