Phil... Becky's Toejam
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Mandy bounded back down the stairs, the wings of her fairy pajama's jiggling as she enthusiastically made her way down the stairs. “Found it!” she proclaimed, raising the 'Twister' box over her head. Looking out onto the couch, she only saw Michelle sitting there in her fairy pajamas, Becky and Phil were no where to be seen. “Where'd they go?” Mandy asked, sitting the box on the coffee table.
“Becky went to change into her pajamas,” Michelle answered.
“Where's Phil though, did she take him too?” Mandy inquired. Michelle just giggled and shook her head. “Where is he then!” Mandy continued.
Michelle then lifted up off her butt, and up also came Phil's tiny form, wedged between her cotton-buttcheeks. Tears were streaming down his tiny cheeks; in his paralyzed condition he could only breathe through his nose. Michelle's giant butt wasn't the most pleasant odor on the planet, and there was only a single layer of thin cotton separating him from it. It was truly humiliating, he pressed into it in every direction.
Mandy busted out in laughter. “Give up Phil, you can't trick us!” she laughed. “You're just faking being hurt so we'll stop, but we're already ON TO YOU!” she proclaimed. Michelle sat back down, squishing him around happily.
“Yeah! You're not fooling anybody, Phil!” Michelle proclaimed from above. It was horrible.
Soon Becky was back, wearing flowery blue pajamas. The twister mat was thrown out onto the floor, and Phil was removed from his prison and thrown out on the mat. He bounced and landed on a green circle, face down, and it was all he could see. The plastic was a strong smell.
Soon Becky was standing over him, he realized, although he couldn't move a muscle to turn and see. She was standing with her giant bare feet on each side of him, close enough that he could recognize their smell.
“Right foot GREEN!” she laughed...
...It's enough to mention that the game was very unpleasant for tiny, paralyzed Phil, but very fun for the three enormous giants stomping the life out of him. He didn't stay face down long, as Becky wanted him to “see” what was coming, and to be able to look him in the eyes as she slammed her stinky bare soles down on him.
Before the end, Becky challenged the girls to a competition, with the prize being that the winner got to keep Phil for the night. Becky easily beat the two girls, and claimed her little brother as her prize. The girls finally went to bed, and tiny paralyzed Phil looked up at his giant sister's happy face as she held her prize in her palms, and walked upstairs to her room.
“This is awesome,” she snickered. “You're gonna have to live between my giant stinky toes, little bro', and there's not a THING you can do about it!” she beamed. “You can't move, you can't talk, you can't even fight back! You're gonna be my toejam for the rest of your life!” she grinned.
“Stop it!” he screamed back at her. They were both surprised. Becky's eyes grew wider, and Phil started weakly moving his arms around, just a little. His legs started to move as well. He looked up at his giant sister, her eyes still wide from surprise, and started sobbing uncontrollably...
“Whoa...” was all Becky could say, at first. She looked her little brother over, and couldn't understand what had happened, exactly. He healed back pretty fast, but how could he heal back from complete paralysis? It wasn't impossible, she guessed. Well obviously not, he was moving again, right in front of her. “How did you...” she started, but couldn't finish her sentence.
“You almost killed me!” Phil finally screamed up at her. It seemed to snap her out of her trance.
“...Yeah, so?” she replied, casually. “You say a word to Mom, and I really will,” she threatened. Before today, he wouldn't have actually believed her if she'd made that threat. Now he wasn't sure what she was capable of. “Anyway Phil, I'm sorta glad you're back to normal, cause I've been thinking about all the games I could've played with you before doing that,” she smiled. “Actually, I have one in mind right now,” she grinned evilly.
“No more Becky, I've had it!” Phil cried.
“Shut up,” she simply said back, and wrapped her fist around him. Soon she was walking over to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of black nylon stockings. “Alright, I call this game 'Inchworm',” Becky proclaimed. “You're gonna go inside one of these, and I'M gonna wear these tonight while I sleep,” she grinned. “If you can make it out of them by morning I'll let you have a nice, normal week as a normal tiny boy, and I won't bother you at all,” she grinned. “But if you CAN'T get out of them you'll be my little toy all week, and you'll have to do every – single – thing I want...” she smirked.
She dropped him down into one of the stocking before he could argue, and her giant foot was slid down behind him. He was so weak he couldn't even move as her toes overtook him, squashing him, smothering him, as she giggled from above. This totally, totally sucks, he thought.
Soon she was underneath her covers, in the darkness of her room, and he was being painfully flicked around by five enormous, smelly, smothering toes. Everything was pitch black. “Love ya, little bro'...” she snickered from across the darkness, as the smell of her giant toes entered his nostrils for the hundrenth time.
Maybe, maybe he'd have a chance to squirm up her leg after she fell asleep...
“Becky went to change into her pajamas,” Michelle answered.
“Where's Phil though, did she take him too?” Mandy inquired. Michelle just giggled and shook her head. “Where is he then!” Mandy continued.
Michelle then lifted up off her butt, and up also came Phil's tiny form, wedged between her cotton-buttcheeks. Tears were streaming down his tiny cheeks; in his paralyzed condition he could only breathe through his nose. Michelle's giant butt wasn't the most pleasant odor on the planet, and there was only a single layer of thin cotton separating him from it. It was truly humiliating, he pressed into it in every direction.
Mandy busted out in laughter. “Give up Phil, you can't trick us!” she laughed. “You're just faking being hurt so we'll stop, but we're already ON TO YOU!” she proclaimed. Michelle sat back down, squishing him around happily.
“Yeah! You're not fooling anybody, Phil!” Michelle proclaimed from above. It was horrible.
Soon Becky was back, wearing flowery blue pajamas. The twister mat was thrown out onto the floor, and Phil was removed from his prison and thrown out on the mat. He bounced and landed on a green circle, face down, and it was all he could see. The plastic was a strong smell.
Soon Becky was standing over him, he realized, although he couldn't move a muscle to turn and see. She was standing with her giant bare feet on each side of him, close enough that he could recognize their smell.
“Right foot GREEN!” she laughed...
...It's enough to mention that the game was very unpleasant for tiny, paralyzed Phil, but very fun for the three enormous giants stomping the life out of him. He didn't stay face down long, as Becky wanted him to “see” what was coming, and to be able to look him in the eyes as she slammed her stinky bare soles down on him.
Before the end, Becky challenged the girls to a competition, with the prize being that the winner got to keep Phil for the night. Becky easily beat the two girls, and claimed her little brother as her prize. The girls finally went to bed, and tiny paralyzed Phil looked up at his giant sister's happy face as she held her prize in her palms, and walked upstairs to her room.
“This is awesome,” she snickered. “You're gonna have to live between my giant stinky toes, little bro', and there's not a THING you can do about it!” she beamed. “You can't move, you can't talk, you can't even fight back! You're gonna be my toejam for the rest of your life!” she grinned.
“Stop it!” he screamed back at her. They were both surprised. Becky's eyes grew wider, and Phil started weakly moving his arms around, just a little. His legs started to move as well. He looked up at his giant sister, her eyes still wide from surprise, and started sobbing uncontrollably...
“Whoa...” was all Becky could say, at first. She looked her little brother over, and couldn't understand what had happened, exactly. He healed back pretty fast, but how could he heal back from complete paralysis? It wasn't impossible, she guessed. Well obviously not, he was moving again, right in front of her. “How did you...” she started, but couldn't finish her sentence.
“You almost killed me!” Phil finally screamed up at her. It seemed to snap her out of her trance.
“...Yeah, so?” she replied, casually. “You say a word to Mom, and I really will,” she threatened. Before today, he wouldn't have actually believed her if she'd made that threat. Now he wasn't sure what she was capable of. “Anyway Phil, I'm sorta glad you're back to normal, cause I've been thinking about all the games I could've played with you before doing that,” she smiled. “Actually, I have one in mind right now,” she grinned evilly.
“No more Becky, I've had it!” Phil cried.
“Shut up,” she simply said back, and wrapped her fist around him. Soon she was walking over to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of black nylon stockings. “Alright, I call this game 'Inchworm',” Becky proclaimed. “You're gonna go inside one of these, and I'M gonna wear these tonight while I sleep,” she grinned. “If you can make it out of them by morning I'll let you have a nice, normal week as a normal tiny boy, and I won't bother you at all,” she grinned. “But if you CAN'T get out of them you'll be my little toy all week, and you'll have to do every – single – thing I want...” she smirked.
She dropped him down into one of the stocking before he could argue, and her giant foot was slid down behind him. He was so weak he couldn't even move as her toes overtook him, squashing him, smothering him, as she giggled from above. This totally, totally sucks, he thought.
Soon she was underneath her covers, in the darkness of her room, and he was being painfully flicked around by five enormous, smelly, smothering toes. Everything was pitch black. “Love ya, little bro'...” she snickered from across the darkness, as the smell of her giant toes entered his nostrils for the hundrenth time.
Maybe, maybe he'd have a chance to squirm up her leg after she fell asleep...
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March 24, 2025
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