A New Sock Home
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
tinytinyboy
"Becky, give your poor brother a break," a voice came from above. It was like an angel.
"Come on mom, it's not like he's gonna be able to catch up on his schoolwork now anyway," Becky replied. "He's so far behind, please mom, just let me keep him in my shoe," Becky begged. It was showing that she had become addicted to the feeling of having her tiny brother all to herself, in her shoe. It almost comforted her, the feeling of complete power over someone.
"No honey, he's had enough," their mom interjected.
Slowly, Becky's giant stinky toes retreated from the mouth of the shoe, and their mother's fingers entered, plucking him and the flattened puddy pancake free from the insole. Holding it in front of her face, their mother saw that it was nearly black, covered in dirt and grime and sweat. Phil's face was black too.
As she pulled his tiny body free, it became apparent just what abuse he'd been through. He was pale, white as a ghost. Any muscle or fat that had been on his body was gone; his ribs defined his chest, and his arm bones and leg bones were all clearly visible, composing his frame. Several ribs were visibly broken.
"You're in pretty bad shape, sweetie," his mother smiled...
* * *
Phil was immediately taken to the bathroom sink by his mother, and given a quick bath. Her hands were covered in soap, and she took the naked little boy and lathered her hands around him, with warm water running. It was the most wonderful feeling of his life.
He had no ability to move, he soon realized. He couldn't fight as his arms fell limp at his sides. It was like he had no muscle mass at all. He was severely malnourished, he knew. He closed his eyes, allowing his mother's giant, gentle hands to lather around him, cleaning him.
Later in the day their cousin Mandy came over to visit, but thankfully his mother wouldn't let her play with him. Phil found himself wrapped in a small, blue, silk cloth. He was laying on the living room coffee table, and his mother was dabbing her finger with tiny bits of chocolate pudding, and allowing him to lick it off. "There, that's mommy's good little boy," she'd giggle, as he graciously accepted each and every tiny drop.
This was heaven, very much so, compared to the two and a half months before.
"Mom, do you have Phil?" Becky's voice came from across the house. The tiny boy visibly shuddered, and couldn't keep from crying. The thought of facing his giant sister right now, of her taking away the only good thing he'd experienced in months. He began to shake all over.
"What do you want him for?" their mother replied, as she delivered another finger of pudding to him.
"Oh, gonna use him to wipe my butt, of course," Becky laughed, sarcastically.
"BECKY!" their mother yelled in disgust.
"I'm just kidding! Look, me and Mandy made him something," Becky yelled back. Soon Phil, quivering, heard his giant sister and cousin's footsteps approaching. Looking up, he saw his giant sister lower a silky, green sock in front of him. All along it, Becky and his cousin had taken beads and decorative glue, putting hearts and the name "Philly Willy" all over it.
"Look Auntie Bemine, he can sleep in this now!" Mandy grinned.
"It sure beats that stupid matchbox he used to sleep in," Becky smiled.
Their mother, admiring the sock, lifted it between her own fingers. "So soft," she cooed, "This is so sweet, you two," she smiled. "Phil, tell them thank you," she said.
Phil was shaking, but he managed to look up at Becky and Mandy's smiling faces. "Thanks," he quickly said, before reverted back to looking at his tiny feet, wrapping himself tightly in the blue, silky rag his mother had given him. In a sudden moment of disorientation, he felt the silk being ripped from him, as Becky reached down and took it between her fingers.
He was left, covering himself, naked on the table, looking up at his giant family. "We gotta try it out," Mandy grinned, enthusiastically.
Phil was scared of both Mandy and Becky. He was especially scared of his sister, but it was strange. Seeing this giant goddess who had ignored him and treated him like dirt for months actually taking interest in him, and smiling... It actually made him feel good, warm inside.
The next thing he knew, he had been plucked up, and dropped into the long tunnel of the green sock, held by his mother. He quickly rolled to the toe section, but it was clean. He doubted this sock had ever been worn. "Okay, now here's the best part," Becky smiled.
The sock began to compress and grow darker. He was being rolled up into a ball.
"He should be warm in there," Mandy snickered. It was true, he was very warm, and the material of this particular sock was so soft and smooth, it was truly heavenly. He suddenly felt a rush, a strange rush... but he didn't fight it. His sister, his family, they loved him again. This wonderful, comfortable place was given to him by his giant sister and cousin. They loved him.
He heard footsteps walking away, then his sister's distant voice. "Here, I'll catch," Becky laughed. The next thing he knew his world was hit with a sudden acceleration, and for a moment his body felt as though he was in free fall, on the worst roller coaster in the world. Then "THUMP" he came to a sudden stop. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, but hearing his sister's close giggles made him realize that his new home had just been thrown across the room like a ball.
"Catch, mom!" he heard his sister say. Then the process repeated, ending with a "THUMP" as his journey ended in his mother's hand, on the couch. "Got em'," his mother laughed. "Mandy, here," his mother called before he was flung back across the room again, and again, and again.
By the time they were through, he was so disoriented, that he didn't know who had him. He hadn't been hurt, but the movements of the sock had made him sick, and very dizzy. He couldn't make out the muffled voices on the outside well enough to know was talking, or what they were saying.
As the sock unraveled and he fell down into the toe section again, he looked up. His mother's beautiful, smirking face was peering down into the sock.
"Can I take him home with me, Auntie Bemine?" Mandy asked, in her most sickeningly sweet tone possible. "Mommy's gonna be here to pick me up soon," she whined.
"Well..." his mother begins...
"Come on mom, it's not like he's gonna be able to catch up on his schoolwork now anyway," Becky replied. "He's so far behind, please mom, just let me keep him in my shoe," Becky begged. It was showing that she had become addicted to the feeling of having her tiny brother all to herself, in her shoe. It almost comforted her, the feeling of complete power over someone.
"No honey, he's had enough," their mom interjected.
Slowly, Becky's giant stinky toes retreated from the mouth of the shoe, and their mother's fingers entered, plucking him and the flattened puddy pancake free from the insole. Holding it in front of her face, their mother saw that it was nearly black, covered in dirt and grime and sweat. Phil's face was black too.
As she pulled his tiny body free, it became apparent just what abuse he'd been through. He was pale, white as a ghost. Any muscle or fat that had been on his body was gone; his ribs defined his chest, and his arm bones and leg bones were all clearly visible, composing his frame. Several ribs were visibly broken.
"You're in pretty bad shape, sweetie," his mother smiled...
* * *
Phil was immediately taken to the bathroom sink by his mother, and given a quick bath. Her hands were covered in soap, and she took the naked little boy and lathered her hands around him, with warm water running. It was the most wonderful feeling of his life.
He had no ability to move, he soon realized. He couldn't fight as his arms fell limp at his sides. It was like he had no muscle mass at all. He was severely malnourished, he knew. He closed his eyes, allowing his mother's giant, gentle hands to lather around him, cleaning him.
Later in the day their cousin Mandy came over to visit, but thankfully his mother wouldn't let her play with him. Phil found himself wrapped in a small, blue, silk cloth. He was laying on the living room coffee table, and his mother was dabbing her finger with tiny bits of chocolate pudding, and allowing him to lick it off. "There, that's mommy's good little boy," she'd giggle, as he graciously accepted each and every tiny drop.
This was heaven, very much so, compared to the two and a half months before.
"Mom, do you have Phil?" Becky's voice came from across the house. The tiny boy visibly shuddered, and couldn't keep from crying. The thought of facing his giant sister right now, of her taking away the only good thing he'd experienced in months. He began to shake all over.
"What do you want him for?" their mother replied, as she delivered another finger of pudding to him.
"Oh, gonna use him to wipe my butt, of course," Becky laughed, sarcastically.
"BECKY!" their mother yelled in disgust.
"I'm just kidding! Look, me and Mandy made him something," Becky yelled back. Soon Phil, quivering, heard his giant sister and cousin's footsteps approaching. Looking up, he saw his giant sister lower a silky, green sock in front of him. All along it, Becky and his cousin had taken beads and decorative glue, putting hearts and the name "Philly Willy" all over it.
"Look Auntie Bemine, he can sleep in this now!" Mandy grinned.
"It sure beats that stupid matchbox he used to sleep in," Becky smiled.
Their mother, admiring the sock, lifted it between her own fingers. "So soft," she cooed, "This is so sweet, you two," she smiled. "Phil, tell them thank you," she said.
Phil was shaking, but he managed to look up at Becky and Mandy's smiling faces. "Thanks," he quickly said, before reverted back to looking at his tiny feet, wrapping himself tightly in the blue, silky rag his mother had given him. In a sudden moment of disorientation, he felt the silk being ripped from him, as Becky reached down and took it between her fingers.
He was left, covering himself, naked on the table, looking up at his giant family. "We gotta try it out," Mandy grinned, enthusiastically.
Phil was scared of both Mandy and Becky. He was especially scared of his sister, but it was strange. Seeing this giant goddess who had ignored him and treated him like dirt for months actually taking interest in him, and smiling... It actually made him feel good, warm inside.
The next thing he knew, he had been plucked up, and dropped into the long tunnel of the green sock, held by his mother. He quickly rolled to the toe section, but it was clean. He doubted this sock had ever been worn. "Okay, now here's the best part," Becky smiled.
The sock began to compress and grow darker. He was being rolled up into a ball.
"He should be warm in there," Mandy snickered. It was true, he was very warm, and the material of this particular sock was so soft and smooth, it was truly heavenly. He suddenly felt a rush, a strange rush... but he didn't fight it. His sister, his family, they loved him again. This wonderful, comfortable place was given to him by his giant sister and cousin. They loved him.
He heard footsteps walking away, then his sister's distant voice. "Here, I'll catch," Becky laughed. The next thing he knew his world was hit with a sudden acceleration, and for a moment his body felt as though he was in free fall, on the worst roller coaster in the world. Then "THUMP" he came to a sudden stop. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, but hearing his sister's close giggles made him realize that his new home had just been thrown across the room like a ball.
"Catch, mom!" he heard his sister say. Then the process repeated, ending with a "THUMP" as his journey ended in his mother's hand, on the couch. "Got em'," his mother laughed. "Mandy, here," his mother called before he was flung back across the room again, and again, and again.
By the time they were through, he was so disoriented, that he didn't know who had him. He hadn't been hurt, but the movements of the sock had made him sick, and very dizzy. He couldn't make out the muffled voices on the outside well enough to know was talking, or what they were saying.
As the sock unraveled and he fell down into the toe section again, he looked up. His mother's beautiful, smirking face was peering down into the sock.
"Can I take him home with me, Auntie Bemine?" Mandy asked, in her most sickeningly sweet tone possible. "Mommy's gonna be here to pick me up soon," she whined.
"Well..." his mother begins...
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