Becky finishes him off.
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
pancaked
"Three more months it is!" Becky boomed from above. "Lick my toes, you know you want to," she commanded from on high.
Phil weakly struggled to put his tongue out, still plastered inside the puddy he'd been encased in for God knows how long. He felt the salty taste of his big sister's toes, as he'd become used to the smell and the taste of her feet over the weeks he'd been trapped under her feet.
"That feels good, nice," Becky moaned from above. It churned Phil's stomach to know he was giving any sort of pleasure to his horrible sister, but he did it anyway. He'd been broken, trained to do every little thing his sister commanded. Becky gripped his tiny head between her toes, the grimy surfaces of them covering his tiny eyes and burning them. She loved the feeling of her tiny brother's little head between her toes, it was almost comforting... to have a tiny creature under your foot that would obey your every whim.
"Hey Phil, you're such a good brother," she mocked, "Licking your big sister's toes like a good little boy." With that, she stood up and pressed all her weight down onto the tiny boy, crushing him back into his place, where he'd spent the last month or so, hopelessly begging for mercy but never receiving any.
Her footsteps pounded him, as she walked on out the door, with no intention of letting him out of his horrible prison...
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Three months passed. Becky didn't even pause her routine to acknowledge it.
A year passed. Becky graduated high school with Phil under her foot, grinding away at his tiny face. That was the day he finally saw the outside world again, as when she returned home and threw off her graduation gown, she pulled him out of her sneaker and ripped him free of his puddy prison. The next thing he saw was the bathtub, full of water. Becky didn't say a word, just dropped him in the water, and removed her clothes. The next thing he saw was her giant naked body approaching, obscured by the water he was sinking into, but he had no will to move, he just hoped she wouldn't let him drown.
Soon he was lifted out of the water, and pulled past her full, round, naked breasts to her face. Her mouth filled his vision.
"SLAAAAAVE!" she boomed, causing him to wince. Then she tossed him over her head, and he landed in the water behind her. The next thing he saw through the water was a hand approaching, as he was pushed through the water toward Becky's enormous ass cheeks, spread, waiting for him to enter. He was pressed very intentionally by a single finger, his head forced right up her asshole. He began to cry, as he heard his sister's muffled laughter all around, reverberating through her body.
"I could let you go, but that's just not me," Becky voice echoed, muffled, all around. "Dying in your own sister's asshole, that's gotta bet the worst way to go," she chuckled.
Phil was unable to fight back, too weak from being trampled endlessly under Becky's feet. He wondered where his mother was, whether she would even know that he had been suffocated by his sister in the bathtub, or just assume he was still being trampled under Becky's feet. He felt his tiny lungs burning, there was no escape. The pain was agonizing, and he began to feel himself getting dizzy.
"Let's see how far I can push you..." he heard Becky's voice around him, as he felt the asshole spread around him as she tensed up like for a bowel movement. He felt his sister's finger behind him, and he couldn't fight it as he was swallowed whole, and felt what he assumed were muscles pulling him up into Becky. "God that's good..." Becky moaned. "Hey Phil, if you can still hear me, I just want you to know that I'm gonna leave you in there as long as I can. If you black out, you're not waking up, EVER!" she boomed.
Phil knew this was the end. His mouth was wide open, inhaling water and what could only be his sister's poop into his lungs.
Everything was becoming so disorienting, he felt so confused and dizzy, and the burning in his lungs was unbearable. He blacked out.
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Becky just sat in the tub, letting her tiny brother suffocate and die slowly. She didn't want there to be any chance that he'd survive, but to be sure, she'd just poop him out into the toilet and flush afterward to be sure. She was done with him, didn't want to see him again. She grinned to herself, feeling so powerful, knowing that Phil never had a chance. Being born at 3 inches tall, he was destined to die inside his own big sister's ass as she sat in a tub. She chuckled to herself. What a fitting end.
Phil weakly struggled to put his tongue out, still plastered inside the puddy he'd been encased in for God knows how long. He felt the salty taste of his big sister's toes, as he'd become used to the smell and the taste of her feet over the weeks he'd been trapped under her feet.
"That feels good, nice," Becky moaned from above. It churned Phil's stomach to know he was giving any sort of pleasure to his horrible sister, but he did it anyway. He'd been broken, trained to do every little thing his sister commanded. Becky gripped his tiny head between her toes, the grimy surfaces of them covering his tiny eyes and burning them. She loved the feeling of her tiny brother's little head between her toes, it was almost comforting... to have a tiny creature under your foot that would obey your every whim.
"Hey Phil, you're such a good brother," she mocked, "Licking your big sister's toes like a good little boy." With that, she stood up and pressed all her weight down onto the tiny boy, crushing him back into his place, where he'd spent the last month or so, hopelessly begging for mercy but never receiving any.
Her footsteps pounded him, as she walked on out the door, with no intention of letting him out of his horrible prison...
...
...
...
Three months passed. Becky didn't even pause her routine to acknowledge it.
A year passed. Becky graduated high school with Phil under her foot, grinding away at his tiny face. That was the day he finally saw the outside world again, as when she returned home and threw off her graduation gown, she pulled him out of her sneaker and ripped him free of his puddy prison. The next thing he saw was the bathtub, full of water. Becky didn't say a word, just dropped him in the water, and removed her clothes. The next thing he saw was her giant naked body approaching, obscured by the water he was sinking into, but he had no will to move, he just hoped she wouldn't let him drown.
Soon he was lifted out of the water, and pulled past her full, round, naked breasts to her face. Her mouth filled his vision.
"SLAAAAAVE!" she boomed, causing him to wince. Then she tossed him over her head, and he landed in the water behind her. The next thing he saw through the water was a hand approaching, as he was pushed through the water toward Becky's enormous ass cheeks, spread, waiting for him to enter. He was pressed very intentionally by a single finger, his head forced right up her asshole. He began to cry, as he heard his sister's muffled laughter all around, reverberating through her body.
"I could let you go, but that's just not me," Becky voice echoed, muffled, all around. "Dying in your own sister's asshole, that's gotta bet the worst way to go," she chuckled.
Phil was unable to fight back, too weak from being trampled endlessly under Becky's feet. He wondered where his mother was, whether she would even know that he had been suffocated by his sister in the bathtub, or just assume he was still being trampled under Becky's feet. He felt his tiny lungs burning, there was no escape. The pain was agonizing, and he began to feel himself getting dizzy.
"Let's see how far I can push you..." he heard Becky's voice around him, as he felt the asshole spread around him as she tensed up like for a bowel movement. He felt his sister's finger behind him, and he couldn't fight it as he was swallowed whole, and felt what he assumed were muscles pulling him up into Becky. "God that's good..." Becky moaned. "Hey Phil, if you can still hear me, I just want you to know that I'm gonna leave you in there as long as I can. If you black out, you're not waking up, EVER!" she boomed.
Phil knew this was the end. His mouth was wide open, inhaling water and what could only be his sister's poop into his lungs.
Everything was becoming so disorienting, he felt so confused and dizzy, and the burning in his lungs was unbearable. He blacked out.
...
...
Becky just sat in the tub, letting her tiny brother suffocate and die slowly. She didn't want there to be any chance that he'd survive, but to be sure, she'd just poop him out into the toilet and flush afterward to be sure. She was done with him, didn't want to see him again. She grinned to herself, feeling so powerful, knowing that Phil never had a chance. Being born at 3 inches tall, he was destined to die inside his own big sister's ass as she sat in a tub. She chuckled to herself. What a fitting end.
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