This is Homeschooling?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“...Phil...wake up...” Phil heard his mother say. A large object was hitting him in the stomach... It was his mother's finger, he saw, as he woke up. He was lying on the living room floor, and as he looked up toward the ceiling, he saw two things. The first, following his mother's finger to her body, was his mother's face grinning down at him, upside down. She was sitting cross legged behind him. The second was his enormous sister, standing directly in front of him grinning down.
“Hey shrimp, we've got some stuff to tell you, so wake up,” Becky laughed.
Phil woke all the way up – and he was hardly able to move. He had healed considerably from his horrible state after Mandy's soccer game, but couldn't sit up. It didn't help that Becky swung her leg forward, and suddenly hovered her giant smelly sole above him. Phil began to scream and hysterically cry – he was too weak to get up, and he was going to get squashed again!
Becky's smile grew as she looked at her mother, hearing her little brother's crying. “Can I?” she asked their mother, as she tried to balance on one foot, holding her other one threateningly over her little brother.
“No, I want to punish him for crying,” their mother smiled, leaning forward into her son's view. She slowly scooted her enormous body around, and Phil found himself looking up his mother's back, at her hair dangling down. She glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning for a moment before she began to bounce backwards toward her sobbing son.
He suddenly realized that his mother was going to SIT on him because he was crying!
He sobbed as he looked up at his big sister, who was just grinning down, enjoying the show. Suddenly his mother's butt hit the carpet right above his head, and he got one last look at her grinning face before she bounced her giant, jean-clad bottom right onto his face, crushing it underneath her incredible weight. He heard her giggling, right before the giant crushing denim lifted up, and landed again, smashing his entire body this time instead. She then wiggled her butt around, grinding him into the carpet.
“How long are you gonna do that?” Becky inquired, after a while.
“Minutes... Hours... as long as I want,” their mom replied, with a snicker. “He has to see what being punished really means, if we want this to work,” she smiled to her daughter.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Becky added, walking around and sitting on the floor across from her mother.
Becky and her mother sat and talked for several minutes, before her mother finally lifted up off of the tiny child. “That was your punishment for crying, sweetie,” she smiled down. Phil was hardly in a state to answer – he was still dazed and disoriented, and a little flat. “Becky, give it another try,” their mother added.
“What, the foot thing?” Becky asked.
“Yes. See if he can handle that without crying.”
“No problem, Mom,” Becky laughed. She stood up and walked around her mother, to the original position where she was standing above him earlier. Their mother turned around, to watch again. This time, as Becky stuck out her foot and hovered it over the tiny boy, grinning all the while she did it, Phil tried as hard as he could to not scream or cry. He couldn't do it, and a shrill cry escaped from his lungs as he broke down and started sobbing.
“Can I?” Becky asked again to her mother, grinning from ear to ear.
“Of course!” she laughed. “Stomp him until he stops crying,” she smiled down.
“Great!” Becky called down, evilly, as her foot came down on his body painfully. She pressed it hard, and he felt like he was going to pass out as she ground him into the carpet. Then she lifted it up and stomped him again. He could hear her snickering at him from above, as stomp after stomp was delivered.
He found himself extremely disoriented after a while, but when he finally gained his senses he felt like he was plastered to his sister's foot, and was looking up at both of their pretty faces from between Becky's stinky wiggling toes.
“Is that enough, Mom?” Becky asked.
“Yes, but keep your foot on him while we explain all of this to your brother,” she smiled.
“No problem,” Becky laughed, wrapping her grimy toes around Phil's face.
“Anyway, there was stuff we needed to explain to you, before we got carried away,” his mother began with a snicker. “You're being homeschooled from now on, along with your sister. We've come up with some new rules you need to know, so listen up...”
“Hey shrimp, we've got some stuff to tell you, so wake up,” Becky laughed.
Phil woke all the way up – and he was hardly able to move. He had healed considerably from his horrible state after Mandy's soccer game, but couldn't sit up. It didn't help that Becky swung her leg forward, and suddenly hovered her giant smelly sole above him. Phil began to scream and hysterically cry – he was too weak to get up, and he was going to get squashed again!
Becky's smile grew as she looked at her mother, hearing her little brother's crying. “Can I?” she asked their mother, as she tried to balance on one foot, holding her other one threateningly over her little brother.
“No, I want to punish him for crying,” their mother smiled, leaning forward into her son's view. She slowly scooted her enormous body around, and Phil found himself looking up his mother's back, at her hair dangling down. She glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning for a moment before she began to bounce backwards toward her sobbing son.
He suddenly realized that his mother was going to SIT on him because he was crying!
He sobbed as he looked up at his big sister, who was just grinning down, enjoying the show. Suddenly his mother's butt hit the carpet right above his head, and he got one last look at her grinning face before she bounced her giant, jean-clad bottom right onto his face, crushing it underneath her incredible weight. He heard her giggling, right before the giant crushing denim lifted up, and landed again, smashing his entire body this time instead. She then wiggled her butt around, grinding him into the carpet.
“How long are you gonna do that?” Becky inquired, after a while.
“Minutes... Hours... as long as I want,” their mom replied, with a snicker. “He has to see what being punished really means, if we want this to work,” she smiled to her daughter.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Becky added, walking around and sitting on the floor across from her mother.
Becky and her mother sat and talked for several minutes, before her mother finally lifted up off of the tiny child. “That was your punishment for crying, sweetie,” she smiled down. Phil was hardly in a state to answer – he was still dazed and disoriented, and a little flat. “Becky, give it another try,” their mother added.
“What, the foot thing?” Becky asked.
“Yes. See if he can handle that without crying.”
“No problem, Mom,” Becky laughed. She stood up and walked around her mother, to the original position where she was standing above him earlier. Their mother turned around, to watch again. This time, as Becky stuck out her foot and hovered it over the tiny boy, grinning all the while she did it, Phil tried as hard as he could to not scream or cry. He couldn't do it, and a shrill cry escaped from his lungs as he broke down and started sobbing.
“Can I?” Becky asked again to her mother, grinning from ear to ear.
“Of course!” she laughed. “Stomp him until he stops crying,” she smiled down.
“Great!” Becky called down, evilly, as her foot came down on his body painfully. She pressed it hard, and he felt like he was going to pass out as she ground him into the carpet. Then she lifted it up and stomped him again. He could hear her snickering at him from above, as stomp after stomp was delivered.
He found himself extremely disoriented after a while, but when he finally gained his senses he felt like he was plastered to his sister's foot, and was looking up at both of their pretty faces from between Becky's stinky wiggling toes.
“Is that enough, Mom?” Becky asked.
“Yes, but keep your foot on him while we explain all of this to your brother,” she smiled.
“No problem,” Becky laughed, wrapping her grimy toes around Phil's face.
“Anyway, there was stuff we needed to explain to you, before we got carried away,” his mother began with a snicker. “You're being homeschooled from now on, along with your sister. We've come up with some new rules you need to know, so listen up...”
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March 24, 2025
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