Under Sis' Feet!
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
tinytinyboy
His body was compressed into the puddy as Becky's sweaty bare sole entered the sneaker, flattening to the insole. The shoes fit perfectly; they were Becky's favorite pair, and the ones she often went jogging in. They were molded to her feet.
"Mmmmfffff!" he screamed, as the smelly flesh of his sister's sole began to press down, filling the shoe, trapping him helplessly in darkness. He heard the laces being pulled tight. Soon the shoes were double-knotted. The next thing Phil felt was a feeling of sudden acceleration, followed by a crushing, flattening BOOM!
"Mmmm, squishy-squashy squishy-squashy," Becky giggled as her weight flattened the oval-shaped ball of puddy, pancaking it between the bottom of her foot and the insole of her shoe. Phil, of course, still encased, found himself flattened in a cushioning layer of puddy; he was kind of protected, but still very crushed, and completely immobile.
Phil's tiny face was buried in the smelly sole of Becky's foot, but his frail body stretched out along the inside of the newly formed puddy-pancake, holding his arms and legs firmly in place. There would be NO covering his face; his sister's giant, sweaty, stinky foot would have no problem delivering it's punishment. Breathing in of itself was humiliating, forcing him to inhale the overpowering scent of Becky's giant foot. Within seconds, the heat skyrocketed, making Becky's foot begin to sweat, and making Phil feel as though he was going to have a panic attack.
His heart started beating fast, and he struggled with all his might to pull himself free. He couldn't take this! He inhaled the powerful smell of his sister's foot as he began to hyperventilate, swallowing mouthfuls of his sister's pungent foot sweat as it began to drench him in the darkness. After struggling with all his might, he finally had to relax, and submitted to shaking, quivering under the crushing weight of his sister's body, tears streaming down his face.
"This feels so good, you wouldn't believe it mom," Becky's muffled voice could be heard high above. "It's like perfectly molded to the shape of my foot, I could get very, very used to this, you know?" she giggled.
"What about your brother, can you feel him?" their mother inquired.
"Hmm," Becky began, "Not really." BOOM! BOOM! Phil's breath was knocked out of him under two punishing, crushing stomps. "Oh brother, where art thou?" he heard his sister's mocking call. "Well, I can't really feel him, just the puddy. Don't worry mom, he's tough, I've never been able to do anything he didn't heal back from."
"I'll take your word for it," their mother continued. "I suppose it'll be nice to have an only child for a couple of months," their mom chirped. "Tutoring such a tiny boy is so stressful," she smiled, walking over and giving Becky a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll enjoy the break," she giggled.
"I'LL enjoy having him as a nice little mini-insole for a couple of months," Becky laughed, balancing on one foot. "Unless we decide this is permanent, right mom?" she laughed.
"No sweetie, I'm not gonna let you have him for good, as much as I know you'd love that," their mother replied. "He's still your little brother."
"But he's just SO little and pathetic, he belongs under the big people's feet," Becky laughed, walking to the front door, and putting on a jacket. ""Anyway mom, I'm gonna go out and get a bite to eat, I'll be back later."
"Alright sweetie, just be careful. And at least try to remember your brother's down there..."
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(One week later)
Phil was losing his mind. There were only two different parts of his day anymore, like day and night. Becky's giant smelly foot was sometimes in the shoe, crushing him. Other times he was alone, waiting for her to return, and honestly he didn't know which one was worse.
Sometimes she would wear socks, sometimes not, but regardless it was always the most painful, humiliating, overwhelming experience possible. His mind was breaking, he would scream up at his sister whenever she was inserting or removing her feet from her sneakers, but it was no use, she either intentionally ignored him, or just plain didn't hear him.
Occasionally throughout the day Becky would slip off her shoe and peek inside, sticking her tongue out or smirking with a feeling of pure superiority, knowing full well that had had no power whatsoever to stop her from putting her giant foot back in on top of him again.
"How's the smell, twerp?" she would occasionally mock. "You want out, you little freak?" she'd also mock, but before he could even begin to speak, her giant foot would come down into the shoe again, smashing him back down into submission, as she casually watched TV or sat at her computer desk.
She made sure to wear the sweatiest socks, and made regular trips to the school, practicing with the track and tennis team. They welcomed her back; even though she was being home-schooled, everyone knew her, and loved her. She was a very popular girl, after all. While she was good at track, she sucked at tennis, and when she missed a shot she would often stomp Phil mercilessly under her feet in anger.
The days went by so slowly, and to his horror, he found himself actually looking forward to the times when his sister would mock him, and tease him. At least he was being acknowledged, at least he was getting to see a face, even if it was his giant, rotten sister who totally ruled his world.
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(One month later)
Becky hadn't acknowledged Phil for several days. When she put on the shoe, she simply put it on. No mocking Phil, no tongue stuck out, no wiggling her toes to make fun of him, no nothing. He had retreated deep into his mind. The smell of his sister's foot was a constant, and he never got used to it. It never seemed to go away.
He had no power to escape her, and after a month of torment, he was beginning to believe what she said about him belonging under her feet. He was a little, pathetic freak of nature. He belonged under the big people's feet. He completely deserved the humiliation, being crushed, mashed, hurt, and starved. He was worthless.
He had always depended on "big people" to take care of him, to feed him and protect him. Now he realized it. He barely qualified as a person at all. He was pathetic, barely more than a bug, weak and unable to stop his own sister from using him as an insole on a whim. This was where he really belonged, since he was small, so inferior.
Flattened into the puddy, he cried himself to sleep every night, knowing that his sister's giant foot would enter the shoe in the morning, to torment him and crush his spirit even further down into the insole of her shoe. Part of him knew what had happened, a small part of him refused to accept it.
He would never get over this. He was broken, he belonged to his sister.
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(Two months later)
"Well, Philly Willy, time to wake up!" Becky grinned. He was finally out of the shoe, his sister was dangling him, and the puddy, in front of her giant face. "You're so pathetic, I could do this for two more months, easy." she laughed.
"Sis..." He barely managed to murmur.
"How'd my foot smell, huh, HUH?" she mocked, her giant mouth filling his vision. "You're just a pathetic little freak that only deserves to live under the bottom of my dirty, sweaty, stinky foot. You're lucky you've got such a great sister like me, or you'd probably be dead by now. Say you love me."
He had no will left. He belonged to his sister now. "Yeah, I love you, sis, you're the best," he whimpered.
"That's right," she replied, expectantly. "Now, what to do with you, what to do. Hey, MOM!" she yelled.
"Yes honey!" their mom's voice called from the other room.
"I finally took Phil out of my shoe, what should I do with him now?" Becky yelled.
"Oh, I don't know, honey, I forgot all about him, I don't have any school lessons planned. Just do whatever you want with him for now," their mother replied.
"Okay mom, no problem!" Becky grinned, evilly.
"No!" Phil cried, weakly, as he and the puddy were shoved back down into her shoe. "Sis, please..." he cried, but before he could finish his sentence, his sister was standing over him, grinning, smirking down into the shoe. Her barefoot was hovering over the mouth of the shoe, her giant bare toes wiggling.
"Isn't it just heavenly, the smell?" she grinned, and muffling her tiny brother's weak screams, her foot slid back into the smelly blue sneaker, flattening him back down into the position he'd been in for so long. He cried. There was no fighting his sister, and his mom wasn't going to do a thing to help..
Her hot, sweaty sole covered him again, just like so many times before. She laughed from high above, victorious as always. He hated her, why did she have this power over him? It wasn't fair! Her foot kneaded and pressed his tiny, crushed form into place. He was her insole, him and the puddy that still encased him.
"What the hell, I'll make it another two weeks," she snickered.
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For two more weeks, Phil felt himself whithering away. His body had no energy, at all. He was starving, moving the muscles in his mouth or even opening his eyes seemed to hurt. His body was smashed under Becky's feet without mercy. He lost track of time. Becky was becoming as fast as anyone on the track team, and had actually improved at tennis to the point where she was winning matches.
From the many muffled conversations he heard, he could tell that everyone loved his sister. She was a funny, popular girl, and easily struck up new conversations and quickly made friends. The days were long, and he felt more like a worthless piece of nothing than ever before. He was nothing compared to his sister, her life was awesome. She was awesome. He cried himself to sleep every night, in her shoe.
"Oh PHIL!!" Becky's voice boomed from what seemed miles above. He woke with a start, still in her shoe. His giant sister was looking down at him, from high above, wiggling her stinky toes over the mouth of the shoe. "Two weeks are up, you want out?" she grinned. Of course he wanted out, He wanted nothing more than to be out!
"unahhn..." he weakly said. He was trying to say yes, but it wouldn't work.
Becky grinned evilly. "Say you want out, or I'm ASSUMING you want another three months of this!" she laughed.
"...I.... I whant...ouutt...." Phil managed to mutter.
"Didn't hear that, you'll have to SPEAK UP," Becky grinned. Her giant wiggling toes begin to enter the shoe. There was nothing he could do, as her giant toes began to flick him in the face. Three more months, no way! He'd never survive that!
"I could keep this up for years," she chuckled.
"Mmmmfffff!" he screamed, as the smelly flesh of his sister's sole began to press down, filling the shoe, trapping him helplessly in darkness. He heard the laces being pulled tight. Soon the shoes were double-knotted. The next thing Phil felt was a feeling of sudden acceleration, followed by a crushing, flattening BOOM!
"Mmmm, squishy-squashy squishy-squashy," Becky giggled as her weight flattened the oval-shaped ball of puddy, pancaking it between the bottom of her foot and the insole of her shoe. Phil, of course, still encased, found himself flattened in a cushioning layer of puddy; he was kind of protected, but still very crushed, and completely immobile.
Phil's tiny face was buried in the smelly sole of Becky's foot, but his frail body stretched out along the inside of the newly formed puddy-pancake, holding his arms and legs firmly in place. There would be NO covering his face; his sister's giant, sweaty, stinky foot would have no problem delivering it's punishment. Breathing in of itself was humiliating, forcing him to inhale the overpowering scent of Becky's giant foot. Within seconds, the heat skyrocketed, making Becky's foot begin to sweat, and making Phil feel as though he was going to have a panic attack.
His heart started beating fast, and he struggled with all his might to pull himself free. He couldn't take this! He inhaled the powerful smell of his sister's foot as he began to hyperventilate, swallowing mouthfuls of his sister's pungent foot sweat as it began to drench him in the darkness. After struggling with all his might, he finally had to relax, and submitted to shaking, quivering under the crushing weight of his sister's body, tears streaming down his face.
"This feels so good, you wouldn't believe it mom," Becky's muffled voice could be heard high above. "It's like perfectly molded to the shape of my foot, I could get very, very used to this, you know?" she giggled.
"What about your brother, can you feel him?" their mother inquired.
"Hmm," Becky began, "Not really." BOOM! BOOM! Phil's breath was knocked out of him under two punishing, crushing stomps. "Oh brother, where art thou?" he heard his sister's mocking call. "Well, I can't really feel him, just the puddy. Don't worry mom, he's tough, I've never been able to do anything he didn't heal back from."
"I'll take your word for it," their mother continued. "I suppose it'll be nice to have an only child for a couple of months," their mom chirped. "Tutoring such a tiny boy is so stressful," she smiled, walking over and giving Becky a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll enjoy the break," she giggled.
"I'LL enjoy having him as a nice little mini-insole for a couple of months," Becky laughed, balancing on one foot. "Unless we decide this is permanent, right mom?" she laughed.
"No sweetie, I'm not gonna let you have him for good, as much as I know you'd love that," their mother replied. "He's still your little brother."
"But he's just SO little and pathetic, he belongs under the big people's feet," Becky laughed, walking to the front door, and putting on a jacket. ""Anyway mom, I'm gonna go out and get a bite to eat, I'll be back later."
"Alright sweetie, just be careful. And at least try to remember your brother's down there..."
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(One week later)
Phil was losing his mind. There were only two different parts of his day anymore, like day and night. Becky's giant smelly foot was sometimes in the shoe, crushing him. Other times he was alone, waiting for her to return, and honestly he didn't know which one was worse.
Sometimes she would wear socks, sometimes not, but regardless it was always the most painful, humiliating, overwhelming experience possible. His mind was breaking, he would scream up at his sister whenever she was inserting or removing her feet from her sneakers, but it was no use, she either intentionally ignored him, or just plain didn't hear him.
Occasionally throughout the day Becky would slip off her shoe and peek inside, sticking her tongue out or smirking with a feeling of pure superiority, knowing full well that had had no power whatsoever to stop her from putting her giant foot back in on top of him again.
"How's the smell, twerp?" she would occasionally mock. "You want out, you little freak?" she'd also mock, but before he could even begin to speak, her giant foot would come down into the shoe again, smashing him back down into submission, as she casually watched TV or sat at her computer desk.
She made sure to wear the sweatiest socks, and made regular trips to the school, practicing with the track and tennis team. They welcomed her back; even though she was being home-schooled, everyone knew her, and loved her. She was a very popular girl, after all. While she was good at track, she sucked at tennis, and when she missed a shot she would often stomp Phil mercilessly under her feet in anger.
The days went by so slowly, and to his horror, he found himself actually looking forward to the times when his sister would mock him, and tease him. At least he was being acknowledged, at least he was getting to see a face, even if it was his giant, rotten sister who totally ruled his world.
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(One month later)
Becky hadn't acknowledged Phil for several days. When she put on the shoe, she simply put it on. No mocking Phil, no tongue stuck out, no wiggling her toes to make fun of him, no nothing. He had retreated deep into his mind. The smell of his sister's foot was a constant, and he never got used to it. It never seemed to go away.
He had no power to escape her, and after a month of torment, he was beginning to believe what she said about him belonging under her feet. He was a little, pathetic freak of nature. He belonged under the big people's feet. He completely deserved the humiliation, being crushed, mashed, hurt, and starved. He was worthless.
He had always depended on "big people" to take care of him, to feed him and protect him. Now he realized it. He barely qualified as a person at all. He was pathetic, barely more than a bug, weak and unable to stop his own sister from using him as an insole on a whim. This was where he really belonged, since he was small, so inferior.
Flattened into the puddy, he cried himself to sleep every night, knowing that his sister's giant foot would enter the shoe in the morning, to torment him and crush his spirit even further down into the insole of her shoe. Part of him knew what had happened, a small part of him refused to accept it.
He would never get over this. He was broken, he belonged to his sister.
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(Two months later)
"Well, Philly Willy, time to wake up!" Becky grinned. He was finally out of the shoe, his sister was dangling him, and the puddy, in front of her giant face. "You're so pathetic, I could do this for two more months, easy." she laughed.
"Sis..." He barely managed to murmur.
"How'd my foot smell, huh, HUH?" she mocked, her giant mouth filling his vision. "You're just a pathetic little freak that only deserves to live under the bottom of my dirty, sweaty, stinky foot. You're lucky you've got such a great sister like me, or you'd probably be dead by now. Say you love me."
He had no will left. He belonged to his sister now. "Yeah, I love you, sis, you're the best," he whimpered.
"That's right," she replied, expectantly. "Now, what to do with you, what to do. Hey, MOM!" she yelled.
"Yes honey!" their mom's voice called from the other room.
"I finally took Phil out of my shoe, what should I do with him now?" Becky yelled.
"Oh, I don't know, honey, I forgot all about him, I don't have any school lessons planned. Just do whatever you want with him for now," their mother replied.
"Okay mom, no problem!" Becky grinned, evilly.
"No!" Phil cried, weakly, as he and the puddy were shoved back down into her shoe. "Sis, please..." he cried, but before he could finish his sentence, his sister was standing over him, grinning, smirking down into the shoe. Her barefoot was hovering over the mouth of the shoe, her giant bare toes wiggling.
"Isn't it just heavenly, the smell?" she grinned, and muffling her tiny brother's weak screams, her foot slid back into the smelly blue sneaker, flattening him back down into the position he'd been in for so long. He cried. There was no fighting his sister, and his mom wasn't going to do a thing to help..
Her hot, sweaty sole covered him again, just like so many times before. She laughed from high above, victorious as always. He hated her, why did she have this power over him? It wasn't fair! Her foot kneaded and pressed his tiny, crushed form into place. He was her insole, him and the puddy that still encased him.
"What the hell, I'll make it another two weeks," she snickered.
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...
For two more weeks, Phil felt himself whithering away. His body had no energy, at all. He was starving, moving the muscles in his mouth or even opening his eyes seemed to hurt. His body was smashed under Becky's feet without mercy. He lost track of time. Becky was becoming as fast as anyone on the track team, and had actually improved at tennis to the point where she was winning matches.
From the many muffled conversations he heard, he could tell that everyone loved his sister. She was a funny, popular girl, and easily struck up new conversations and quickly made friends. The days were long, and he felt more like a worthless piece of nothing than ever before. He was nothing compared to his sister, her life was awesome. She was awesome. He cried himself to sleep every night, in her shoe.
"Oh PHIL!!" Becky's voice boomed from what seemed miles above. He woke with a start, still in her shoe. His giant sister was looking down at him, from high above, wiggling her stinky toes over the mouth of the shoe. "Two weeks are up, you want out?" she grinned. Of course he wanted out, He wanted nothing more than to be out!
"unahhn..." he weakly said. He was trying to say yes, but it wouldn't work.
Becky grinned evilly. "Say you want out, or I'm ASSUMING you want another three months of this!" she laughed.
"...I.... I whant...ouutt...." Phil managed to mutter.
"Didn't hear that, you'll have to SPEAK UP," Becky grinned. Her giant wiggling toes begin to enter the shoe. There was nothing he could do, as her giant toes began to flick him in the face. Three more months, no way! He'd never survive that!
"I could keep this up for years," she chuckled.
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