Mom's Rules from Hell
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
ittybittyboy
Phil was sickened by his position. His giant sister was delighted, grinning down at his crushed body under her smelly toes, wiggling right over his tiny head. He was getting used to the smell, he realized, as it was only occasionally strong enough to make him gag. At this point it was more of a musty aroma that surrounded him.
“Okay sweetie, so the first thing that you've gotta remember is that any crying will result in massive punishment. If either me or your sister catch you crying, we'll have to punish you severely for it. If we're already punishing you, we'll have to make it worse. Got it?”
Phil tried to reply or nod, but his lungs were depressed of air, and his head was little more than a limp toy being flicked to a fro by his own sister's smelly, grimy toes. He just stared up at his mother, who grinned back down.
'I think he gets it, Mom,” Becky snickered.
“Alright. The next thing is, that you're in competition with your sister from now on. I've decided to move you from 5th grade up to her level, 9th grade. You'll be tested at the beginning of every day. If your sister outscores you, you'll spend an hour under your sister's smelly feet. You'll be let free to study for the next day's test, but I'll let your sister choose where you sleep that night.” she giggled.
Phil wanted to cry... he felt the tears swelling up in his eyes, but remembered rule one. He held it in, he didn't want to be stomped again.
“And finally, you'll refer to me as 'Miss Bemine,' and you'll refer to your sister as 'Miss Becky'. For each time you fail to do this, you'll be spat on once. Also, since I'm going to be at work much of the time, your sister will be in *complete* charge of you. Whatever she says goes, no matter what it is. If I come home and hear that you've been disobeying her, I'll make you be her human lollipop for a week.” she snickered.
Looking up from between her toes, he saw Becky grinning as she stuck out her tongue, making a licking motion as she held up her hand as if holding a lollipop. Gross, he thought. He knew that Becky would somehow make that a reality, someday. He seriously wanted to cry. His life was falling apart, and he could see that he was going to be a slave to his sister for the rest of it. What could he do? Tears started running down his cheeks.
“No crying, Phil,” his mother sternly said. He couldn't stop, he tried. “Becky, go get my boots. I'm gonna teach him a lesson,” she grinned. Finally, Becky's foot lifted, but with her tower-like legs she sped down the hallway so fast that he hardly had time to fill his lungs with air. After a few gasps, she was back, dangling her mother's favorite brown boots in hand.
“Here ya go, Mom,” she grinned.
“Thanks honey,” she replied, taking the boots in hand. Soon Phil's exhausted body was lifted between his mother's dainty fingers, as she lifted him to her enormous, beautiful, perfect face.
“Mom!” he cried, being for mercy. He saw a hint of pity in her giant eyes, but her mouth began to grin, as she pursed her lips. Soon a huge ball of spit had formed... there was nothing he could do, as she lowered him to her giant mouth, and with a “Pwuh!” spat it right on his body, engulfing him in it.
“It's Miss Bemine, so don't forget,” she grinned, showing her huge, perfect white teeth. Then he felt himself falling, and the opening of his mother's right boot was right below. He landed with a plop, still covered in his mom's spit. Looking around he only saw darkness... he was laying on the insole.
“See ya when you wake up, little bro!” he heard his giant sister mock from high above.
The next thing he saw was his mothers enormous toes, wiggling at the top of the boot. “Ready or not...,” he heard his mom giggle, as her foot began to lower, cutting off all light. Soon he could smell his mother's toes, as he crawled toward the toe section of the boot. He didn't make it. His mother's smelly sole covered him, rolling him back and forth until he was face up. The pressure built up as she stood up... He was being crushed, it hurt so bad.
He heard muffled laughter on the outside of the boot, as his mother walked around. He began to black out, forgetting where he was. The laughter above was the last thing he heard, as he completely lost consciousness...
“Okay sweetie, so the first thing that you've gotta remember is that any crying will result in massive punishment. If either me or your sister catch you crying, we'll have to punish you severely for it. If we're already punishing you, we'll have to make it worse. Got it?”
Phil tried to reply or nod, but his lungs were depressed of air, and his head was little more than a limp toy being flicked to a fro by his own sister's smelly, grimy toes. He just stared up at his mother, who grinned back down.
'I think he gets it, Mom,” Becky snickered.
“Alright. The next thing is, that you're in competition with your sister from now on. I've decided to move you from 5th grade up to her level, 9th grade. You'll be tested at the beginning of every day. If your sister outscores you, you'll spend an hour under your sister's smelly feet. You'll be let free to study for the next day's test, but I'll let your sister choose where you sleep that night.” she giggled.
Phil wanted to cry... he felt the tears swelling up in his eyes, but remembered rule one. He held it in, he didn't want to be stomped again.
“And finally, you'll refer to me as 'Miss Bemine,' and you'll refer to your sister as 'Miss Becky'. For each time you fail to do this, you'll be spat on once. Also, since I'm going to be at work much of the time, your sister will be in *complete* charge of you. Whatever she says goes, no matter what it is. If I come home and hear that you've been disobeying her, I'll make you be her human lollipop for a week.” she snickered.
Looking up from between her toes, he saw Becky grinning as she stuck out her tongue, making a licking motion as she held up her hand as if holding a lollipop. Gross, he thought. He knew that Becky would somehow make that a reality, someday. He seriously wanted to cry. His life was falling apart, and he could see that he was going to be a slave to his sister for the rest of it. What could he do? Tears started running down his cheeks.
“No crying, Phil,” his mother sternly said. He couldn't stop, he tried. “Becky, go get my boots. I'm gonna teach him a lesson,” she grinned. Finally, Becky's foot lifted, but with her tower-like legs she sped down the hallway so fast that he hardly had time to fill his lungs with air. After a few gasps, she was back, dangling her mother's favorite brown boots in hand.
“Here ya go, Mom,” she grinned.
“Thanks honey,” she replied, taking the boots in hand. Soon Phil's exhausted body was lifted between his mother's dainty fingers, as she lifted him to her enormous, beautiful, perfect face.
“Mom!” he cried, being for mercy. He saw a hint of pity in her giant eyes, but her mouth began to grin, as she pursed her lips. Soon a huge ball of spit had formed... there was nothing he could do, as she lowered him to her giant mouth, and with a “Pwuh!” spat it right on his body, engulfing him in it.
“It's Miss Bemine, so don't forget,” she grinned, showing her huge, perfect white teeth. Then he felt himself falling, and the opening of his mother's right boot was right below. He landed with a plop, still covered in his mom's spit. Looking around he only saw darkness... he was laying on the insole.
“See ya when you wake up, little bro!” he heard his giant sister mock from high above.
The next thing he saw was his mothers enormous toes, wiggling at the top of the boot. “Ready or not...,” he heard his mom giggle, as her foot began to lower, cutting off all light. Soon he could smell his mother's toes, as he crawled toward the toe section of the boot. He didn't make it. His mother's smelly sole covered him, rolling him back and forth until he was face up. The pressure built up as she stood up... He was being crushed, it hurt so bad.
He heard muffled laughter on the outside of the boot, as his mother walked around. He began to black out, forgetting where he was. The laughter above was the last thing he heard, as he completely lost consciousness...
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