A Brother's demise
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
jaym
The girls quickly ran and retrieved Becky's socks and white tennis shoes. In the meantime, Becky place her tiny morsel of a little brother on the ground at her giant barefeet. Phil looked up at his titaness of a sister and cried for mercy. Becky smiled evily down at him, and spoke to him.
"I know what I just told you must really bother you, little one, but it's true!" With that she slowly raised her unfathomably large foot and ever so slowly lowered it down to just about a foot above tiny Phil.
"I want you to look very closely and carefully at this foot, little bro, because it's what is going to eventually end your pathetic, insignificant life." Becky very slowly and deliberately scrunched and cracked her deadly toes over her helpless brother.
"Look at how beautiful your big sis's smelly foot is; just think of what a privilege it is that our Mother has decided to give her little boy up as a sacrifice to his big sister's smelly feet! What a tasty little treat you'll make for them when this foot eventually smushes you into a tiny, red stain on the smelly undersides of my toes!"
Becky still had wanted to demonstrate her goddesshood to Phil before the other girls returned. She yelled up to them to wait until she was through having a heart to heart talk with her flesh and blood brother before bringing her socks and shoes.
Noticing the Phil abject look of horror and helplessness at his predicament made Beck smile down at him. She playfully rubbed her big toe seductively over his body, focusing on his head and face. "Poor little boy, is his big sister's feet just too much for him, him? I wish you could still talk, so that you could tell me exactly what my feet smell like!"
Becky then had an idea, one that was sure to drive home point. She had noticed a tiny action figure, similar to but smaller than a GI Joe action figure lying near the couch. One of the neighbor boys must have left it her by accident. As she walked away to retrieve the figure,she smirked to herself over the kind of impression what she was about to do would make on her foot-toy-of-a-brother. She grabbed the toy and placed in right next to Phil, which was just about his size.
"I want to you see how exactly I plan to finally do away with you, bro. Watch carefully and think about how slowly I'll do this to you, and the unbelievable pain it will cause you."
With that, she slowly picked up the toy figure with her pretty, unwashed toes, carefully positioning it under her third and fourth toes. She then slowly began to scrunch her toes over the figure, making sure her brother could see all of this clearly transpire. After only a few scrunches, Phil heard a sickening crack as his sister's deadly toes mushed to the toy into nothing. Becky opened her toes; all that was left was plastic dust, which fell to the ground next to Phil's head. Noticing her brother's shock, Becky spoke with a playful pout over her mouth and face, "don't worry little grape, I'm going to focus on making you smell these sisterly feet before I do that to you, but make not mistake, Phil, I will eventually end your existence on this earth in exactly this manner!"
Meanwhile, throughout Becky's triumphal pronouncements of his ultimate fate at her feet, and her awesome display of sibling superiority, Phil could only cry and smell his sister's strong-smelling foot that she had again place over his body. He thought back to his life and how it would end, end at the hands, or more accurately, feet of his big sister. She had been his greatest tormentor throughout his short life, and in a sick sort of way, it even seemed somewhat fitting to Phil that it was to be her that would snuff his life out. He gazed up at the soft, feminine sole above him. He had to admit a harsh truth: His sister's feet were very pretty. But they smelled so strong, like dried sweat mixed with a twinge of dried fruit. He wished that she's just get it over with, without further torturing him.
"I know what I just told you must really bother you, little one, but it's true!" With that she slowly raised her unfathomably large foot and ever so slowly lowered it down to just about a foot above tiny Phil.
"I want you to look very closely and carefully at this foot, little bro, because it's what is going to eventually end your pathetic, insignificant life." Becky very slowly and deliberately scrunched and cracked her deadly toes over her helpless brother.
"Look at how beautiful your big sis's smelly foot is; just think of what a privilege it is that our Mother has decided to give her little boy up as a sacrifice to his big sister's smelly feet! What a tasty little treat you'll make for them when this foot eventually smushes you into a tiny, red stain on the smelly undersides of my toes!"
Becky still had wanted to demonstrate her goddesshood to Phil before the other girls returned. She yelled up to them to wait until she was through having a heart to heart talk with her flesh and blood brother before bringing her socks and shoes.
Noticing the Phil abject look of horror and helplessness at his predicament made Beck smile down at him. She playfully rubbed her big toe seductively over his body, focusing on his head and face. "Poor little boy, is his big sister's feet just too much for him, him? I wish you could still talk, so that you could tell me exactly what my feet smell like!"
Becky then had an idea, one that was sure to drive home point. She had noticed a tiny action figure, similar to but smaller than a GI Joe action figure lying near the couch. One of the neighbor boys must have left it her by accident. As she walked away to retrieve the figure,she smirked to herself over the kind of impression what she was about to do would make on her foot-toy-of-a-brother. She grabbed the toy and placed in right next to Phil, which was just about his size.
"I want to you see how exactly I plan to finally do away with you, bro. Watch carefully and think about how slowly I'll do this to you, and the unbelievable pain it will cause you."
With that, she slowly picked up the toy figure with her pretty, unwashed toes, carefully positioning it under her third and fourth toes. She then slowly began to scrunch her toes over the figure, making sure her brother could see all of this clearly transpire. After only a few scrunches, Phil heard a sickening crack as his sister's deadly toes mushed to the toy into nothing. Becky opened her toes; all that was left was plastic dust, which fell to the ground next to Phil's head. Noticing her brother's shock, Becky spoke with a playful pout over her mouth and face, "don't worry little grape, I'm going to focus on making you smell these sisterly feet before I do that to you, but make not mistake, Phil, I will eventually end your existence on this earth in exactly this manner!"
Meanwhile, throughout Becky's triumphal pronouncements of his ultimate fate at her feet, and her awesome display of sibling superiority, Phil could only cry and smell his sister's strong-smelling foot that she had again place over his body. He thought back to his life and how it would end, end at the hands, or more accurately, feet of his big sister. She had been his greatest tormentor throughout his short life, and in a sick sort of way, it even seemed somewhat fitting to Phil that it was to be her that would snuff his life out. He gazed up at the soft, feminine sole above him. He had to admit a harsh truth: His sister's feet were very pretty. But they smelled so strong, like dried sweat mixed with a twinge of dried fruit. He wished that she's just get it over with, without further torturing him.
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