A Horrible Life Awaits
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
...Becky's voice:
“...Yeah,” she giggled, “I accidentally landed on him when I hopped outta the chair. I didn't see him down there – I thought he had run into the kitchen...”
Phil began to wake up, and realized that his huge sister was already telling someone a lie about what she had just done. He was furious; he wanted to say, “No you didn't you liar, you stomped me on purpose!” He wanted to start thrashing his arms and legs around, and make sure everyone knew she was lying.
But he couldn't - he only felt like he had two eyes and a nose. He felt like he had no body, his torso and limbs hung limply from his head. They were insensitive to any touch or sensation, and were attached at his mouth, which would not move at all. Why couldn't he feel his body! He began to weep bitterly... he couldn't move!
He was paralyzed, she must have broke his neck!
He opened his eyes and first saw his sister's enormous face, smiling mischievously down at him. She had her giant, smelly soles already hovering above him, very near on each side of him, and her knees were high in the air from her sitting position on the couch. As her toes wiggled in his vision, the smell of her feet overpowered him again... and all he could do was inhale through his nose and look around. He noticed that he was still in that stupid flattened fairy outfit, but he didn't even care at this point.
“Is he okay, Becky?” Mandy asked, as her cute blonde head leaned into view. Phil was screaming on the inside. His life was over – his sister had broken his neck for fun, and now she was grinning down at him, forcing him to smell her huge feet.
“I think I might've hurt his neck,” Becky snickered down, as she lowered a foot to his face for a moment, wiggling her toes, and the smell got even worse. He looked up right into her eyes – how could she be this cruel, she was his big sister, for crying out loud! “Mom always told me this could happen someday, as small as he is.”
“Why are you still doing that to him then?” Mandy continued.
“Why not?” Becky interjected, with a wide-eyed smile toward the smaller girl.
“Cuz he's your little brother, and he might really be hurt,” Michelle answered from a distant chair. “You should be nice to him now.” Phil was still horrified at what he was experiencing, but he heard Michelle's concern. It was hardly consoling in the face of what had just happened, but he still noticed it.
“Hey.. it's not that big of a deal...“ Becky replied. The looks on both the girls faces were still worried. Becky thought for a moment. “Anyway... He might be trying to get out of his punishment by faking. And that's just what he wants you two to say, 'be nice to him, he's hurt','” Becky responded, mocking Michelle's statement. The girls were both silent, as though they were pondering this concept.
“Well... How can we figure out if he's faking, then?” Mandy asked.
With this, Becky shoved her grimy soles flat onto the tiny boy. “Phil's a really really good pretender, so we might not ever know...” Becky sighed. “We'll just have to keep punishing him, for the rest of the night, and I'll tell Mom when she gets back tomorrow morning.”
The girls had to stop and think about his for a moment, but the more they thought, the more they remembered that Phil had often resorted to “playing dead” to keep them from sitting on him before. Eventually they had figured it out, and just sat on him anyway.
“Yeah, he's a good faker,” Michelle obnoxiously spat. “I'm pretty sure he's faking now, too.”
“Yeah I bet he is,” Mandy added, bouncing down on the couch next to Becky, and extending her feet toward the tortured boy. Becky lifted her own feet, making room for the younger girl's, allowing Mandy to rub her smelly soles all over her little brother's helpless face. “I know you're faking, Phil, so you have to smell my feet too!” she mocked. Becky started to slip her feet back into the line-up, and the two girls began rubbing all their feet all over the tiny boy.
“Smell good, little twerp?” Becky taunted.
“I'm gonna do it too!” Michelle whined, jogging across the carpet.
She hopped up on the couch, taking a seat on the other side of Becky, and did the same as Mandy, extending her smelly little feet in with the rest, and the three girls took delight as the tiny boy had to endure all their feet, nonstop, while barely getting a breath from one to the next.
“Phil, Phil, you're really dumb, smell my feet you little bum,” Mandy sang.
“Phil, Phil, it's time to smother, stinky feet for little brother,” Becky added, laughing.
“Phil, Phil, his little nose, smells all of our pretty toes!” Michelle laughed, in conclusion.
After a while, however, they got bored of this, and Becky instructed the two girls to go change into their pajamas. Their girls ran off into the other room, making a lot of racket, but it would take them a few minutes to change. Meanwhile, Becky was again alone, lying her side on the couch with her little brother, who she slid up closer to her face.
She grinned down at him. “I cracked your neck or something, that must be why you can't move,” she said, caressing his little face with her giant index finger. “I don't know how long you'll survive like that, but this'll be pretty fun for me,” she grinned. She shifted herself so that her huge face was right beside the tiny boy on the couch, taking up all his vision, as her hand tilted him toward her.
“I'm gonna ask Mom if I can wear you in my shoes from now on, since I'll be getting a replacement brother now anyway,” she grinned.
Phil didn't understand. Replacement brother?
“You didn't know that you were just part of an experiment, did you? You weren't supposed to know. They were testing how a miniature person would survive in a normal, household environment – and you're a failure now, I guess. They'll be sending another tiny boy about your age to be my new brother,” she grinned.
“You were getting boring anyway,” she snickered, and continued to stroke his face with her huge index finger for a few minutes, without saying a word.
The girls came running back into the living room, both in their pajamas – fairy pajamas, with wings and everything. “We're fairies! We're fairies like Phil!” they sang, as they hopped around the living room, waving their arms. Becky began to laugh, and she rolled over, with her face right in Phil's face. For a moment, all he could see was his sister's perked lips, before she engulfed his face with a gross, wet kiss. There was nothing he could do but let her, being paralyzed as he was.
She finally sat up, releasing his face from her spit and lips, and looked at the two little girls in front of her, still bounding around the room. “Hey! Girls, it's time to...
“...Yeah,” she giggled, “I accidentally landed on him when I hopped outta the chair. I didn't see him down there – I thought he had run into the kitchen...”
Phil began to wake up, and realized that his huge sister was already telling someone a lie about what she had just done. He was furious; he wanted to say, “No you didn't you liar, you stomped me on purpose!” He wanted to start thrashing his arms and legs around, and make sure everyone knew she was lying.
But he couldn't - he only felt like he had two eyes and a nose. He felt like he had no body, his torso and limbs hung limply from his head. They were insensitive to any touch or sensation, and were attached at his mouth, which would not move at all. Why couldn't he feel his body! He began to weep bitterly... he couldn't move!
He was paralyzed, she must have broke his neck!
He opened his eyes and first saw his sister's enormous face, smiling mischievously down at him. She had her giant, smelly soles already hovering above him, very near on each side of him, and her knees were high in the air from her sitting position on the couch. As her toes wiggled in his vision, the smell of her feet overpowered him again... and all he could do was inhale through his nose and look around. He noticed that he was still in that stupid flattened fairy outfit, but he didn't even care at this point.
“Is he okay, Becky?” Mandy asked, as her cute blonde head leaned into view. Phil was screaming on the inside. His life was over – his sister had broken his neck for fun, and now she was grinning down at him, forcing him to smell her huge feet.
“I think I might've hurt his neck,” Becky snickered down, as she lowered a foot to his face for a moment, wiggling her toes, and the smell got even worse. He looked up right into her eyes – how could she be this cruel, she was his big sister, for crying out loud! “Mom always told me this could happen someday, as small as he is.”
“Why are you still doing that to him then?” Mandy continued.
“Why not?” Becky interjected, with a wide-eyed smile toward the smaller girl.
“Cuz he's your little brother, and he might really be hurt,” Michelle answered from a distant chair. “You should be nice to him now.” Phil was still horrified at what he was experiencing, but he heard Michelle's concern. It was hardly consoling in the face of what had just happened, but he still noticed it.
“Hey.. it's not that big of a deal...“ Becky replied. The looks on both the girls faces were still worried. Becky thought for a moment. “Anyway... He might be trying to get out of his punishment by faking. And that's just what he wants you two to say, 'be nice to him, he's hurt','” Becky responded, mocking Michelle's statement. The girls were both silent, as though they were pondering this concept.
“Well... How can we figure out if he's faking, then?” Mandy asked.
With this, Becky shoved her grimy soles flat onto the tiny boy. “Phil's a really really good pretender, so we might not ever know...” Becky sighed. “We'll just have to keep punishing him, for the rest of the night, and I'll tell Mom when she gets back tomorrow morning.”
The girls had to stop and think about his for a moment, but the more they thought, the more they remembered that Phil had often resorted to “playing dead” to keep them from sitting on him before. Eventually they had figured it out, and just sat on him anyway.
“Yeah, he's a good faker,” Michelle obnoxiously spat. “I'm pretty sure he's faking now, too.”
“Yeah I bet he is,” Mandy added, bouncing down on the couch next to Becky, and extending her feet toward the tortured boy. Becky lifted her own feet, making room for the younger girl's, allowing Mandy to rub her smelly soles all over her little brother's helpless face. “I know you're faking, Phil, so you have to smell my feet too!” she mocked. Becky started to slip her feet back into the line-up, and the two girls began rubbing all their feet all over the tiny boy.
“Smell good, little twerp?” Becky taunted.
“I'm gonna do it too!” Michelle whined, jogging across the carpet.
She hopped up on the couch, taking a seat on the other side of Becky, and did the same as Mandy, extending her smelly little feet in with the rest, and the three girls took delight as the tiny boy had to endure all their feet, nonstop, while barely getting a breath from one to the next.
“Phil, Phil, you're really dumb, smell my feet you little bum,” Mandy sang.
“Phil, Phil, it's time to smother, stinky feet for little brother,” Becky added, laughing.
“Phil, Phil, his little nose, smells all of our pretty toes!” Michelle laughed, in conclusion.
After a while, however, they got bored of this, and Becky instructed the two girls to go change into their pajamas. Their girls ran off into the other room, making a lot of racket, but it would take them a few minutes to change. Meanwhile, Becky was again alone, lying her side on the couch with her little brother, who she slid up closer to her face.
She grinned down at him. “I cracked your neck or something, that must be why you can't move,” she said, caressing his little face with her giant index finger. “I don't know how long you'll survive like that, but this'll be pretty fun for me,” she grinned. She shifted herself so that her huge face was right beside the tiny boy on the couch, taking up all his vision, as her hand tilted him toward her.
“I'm gonna ask Mom if I can wear you in my shoes from now on, since I'll be getting a replacement brother now anyway,” she grinned.
Phil didn't understand. Replacement brother?
“You didn't know that you were just part of an experiment, did you? You weren't supposed to know. They were testing how a miniature person would survive in a normal, household environment – and you're a failure now, I guess. They'll be sending another tiny boy about your age to be my new brother,” she grinned.
“You were getting boring anyway,” she snickered, and continued to stroke his face with her huge index finger for a few minutes, without saying a word.
The girls came running back into the living room, both in their pajamas – fairy pajamas, with wings and everything. “We're fairies! We're fairies like Phil!” they sang, as they hopped around the living room, waving their arms. Becky began to laugh, and she rolled over, with her face right in Phil's face. For a moment, all he could see was his sister's perked lips, before she engulfed his face with a gross, wet kiss. There was nothing he could do but let her, being paralyzed as he was.
She finally sat up, releasing his face from her spit and lips, and looked at the two little girls in front of her, still bounding around the room. “Hey! Girls, it's time to...
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