Slumbering Sister... Smelly Feet
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“Mmmmph-mmmph!” came tiny Phil's muffled voice, but even in the quiet darkness of his sister's bedroom, she could barely make out his tiny, smothered pleading. She was squeezing his head tightly between her smelly toes, feeling how nicely the stretchy, black pantyhose held him in place. There was no movement he could make, no form of twisting or flailing that could pull his body away from her damp, hot, sweaty toes; she could feel his arms and legs, futilely grasping for the world beyond her disgusting toes.
This is perfect, Becky thought, as she flexed and wiggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of her exhausted little brother pressed into them, helplessly enduring the ride. As soon as his head came dislodged from her grimy toes, she began to hear her little brother's tiny sobs, and his little voice begging, crying for her to stop. In response to this, she slammed him in the face a couple of times by flicking her big toe. It seemed to put an end to the begging, but not the crying or sobbing.
“Shut up, twerp!” she demanded.
He didn't. He probably couldn't, but it didn't stop her from grabbing at his tiny head with her toes again, and squeezing it for all he was worth. His weak little arms flailed wildly against her toes, so she simply grabbed at him again, with all her toes, and he was suddenly completely constricted. He couldn't move, at all, and was soon being put through a new form of torment:
As his giant sister squeezed, he would exhale until his lungs were fully compressed and he couldn't breathe at all. She held him this way for longer than he could count, until she finally let up just enough for him to barely breathe in some of the stinky air around him. This went on for several minutes on end, until she finally got tired of it and relaxed her giant stinky toes.
“Had enough, little bro'?” she laughed. “Don't mess with me!”
Becky was obviously becoming quite masterful at using her stinky toes to control her tiny little brother. She thought back to earlier that day, when she had first covered him up with her stinky, sweaty socks on the car ride home. It was so cool how their Mom was just as into it as she was... she couldn't wait for her to get home in the morning, they could spend the day “punishing” him together! She laid her head all the way down, her tired toes only gently wiggling at her little brother's limp body.
Soon she was asleep.
Phil decided it was no use. He couldn't move, he couldn't squirm out from between her toes. His right arm was pinched between what he thought were her second and third toes, and he couldn't even pull it loose. Not to mention, he was exhausted, and Becky seemed to wriggle her toes around a lot in her sleep. It took several hours, but he managed to drift off to sleep...
He awoke with a start. He looked around, and the horrible prison he had spent the night in was actually lit up, probably from light coming in the bedroom window. His sister's enormous smelly toes were softly wrapped around him, surrounded by the black nylon stockings that prevented him from escaping. Beyond that were the covers, which were translucent enough to let some light in. His stomach was growling, he hadn't eaten for a whole day. And he'd had enough of this place.
“Becky!” he called, hoping to wake his giant sister up. It wasn't that he wanted more torment, but he needed something to eat, he at least expected her to not starve him to death. “Becky wake up!” he cried again, but with no result. He began to wiggle around, and perhaps as a reflex he felt her stinky toes tightening around him... but she wasn't awake. As he wiggled more, her foot began moving a lot, and he heard a yawn from across the bed. Soon the covers had been lifted, and as the world seemed to swing around, he was greeted by his enormous sister's sleepy face.
“Oh Phil...!” she sang with a sleepy grin. “You're still there... so now you're my toy!” she giggled. Her toes started to cruelly scrunch at him, painfully squashing his tired body, as the sleepy grin on her face became triumphant and evil. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take it.
“Sissy!” escaped from his lips. He hadn't called her that for five years, but he felt so helpless and vulnerable... he started to cry. “I love you Sissy, and I'll be your toy!” he cried between sobs. He was losing it, and he didn't know where all this was coming from. “I'll do anything you want...!” he heard himself add, between sobs... “But I'm hungry, Sissy, I'm really hungry...” he couldn't keep talking.
Her head cocked a bit to the side, seeing his breakdown between her toes. He didn't see the compassion in her face he found himself hoping for, instead there was an almost... delighted look on her face. Her eyes narrowed as her evil grin spread. “So... you'll do anything Sissy says now?” she inquired to her sobbing little brother, obviously having something humiliating in mind.
He couldn't help it, she had broken him or something. He weakly nodded.
“Alright!” she said excitedly. “I'm not gonna starve ya little bro',” she grinned, “...as long as you stick to your word, that is,” she added, her evil grin returning...
This is perfect, Becky thought, as she flexed and wiggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of her exhausted little brother pressed into them, helplessly enduring the ride. As soon as his head came dislodged from her grimy toes, she began to hear her little brother's tiny sobs, and his little voice begging, crying for her to stop. In response to this, she slammed him in the face a couple of times by flicking her big toe. It seemed to put an end to the begging, but not the crying or sobbing.
“Shut up, twerp!” she demanded.
He didn't. He probably couldn't, but it didn't stop her from grabbing at his tiny head with her toes again, and squeezing it for all he was worth. His weak little arms flailed wildly against her toes, so she simply grabbed at him again, with all her toes, and he was suddenly completely constricted. He couldn't move, at all, and was soon being put through a new form of torment:
As his giant sister squeezed, he would exhale until his lungs were fully compressed and he couldn't breathe at all. She held him this way for longer than he could count, until she finally let up just enough for him to barely breathe in some of the stinky air around him. This went on for several minutes on end, until she finally got tired of it and relaxed her giant stinky toes.
“Had enough, little bro'?” she laughed. “Don't mess with me!”
Becky was obviously becoming quite masterful at using her stinky toes to control her tiny little brother. She thought back to earlier that day, when she had first covered him up with her stinky, sweaty socks on the car ride home. It was so cool how their Mom was just as into it as she was... she couldn't wait for her to get home in the morning, they could spend the day “punishing” him together! She laid her head all the way down, her tired toes only gently wiggling at her little brother's limp body.
Soon she was asleep.
Phil decided it was no use. He couldn't move, he couldn't squirm out from between her toes. His right arm was pinched between what he thought were her second and third toes, and he couldn't even pull it loose. Not to mention, he was exhausted, and Becky seemed to wriggle her toes around a lot in her sleep. It took several hours, but he managed to drift off to sleep...
He awoke with a start. He looked around, and the horrible prison he had spent the night in was actually lit up, probably from light coming in the bedroom window. His sister's enormous smelly toes were softly wrapped around him, surrounded by the black nylon stockings that prevented him from escaping. Beyond that were the covers, which were translucent enough to let some light in. His stomach was growling, he hadn't eaten for a whole day. And he'd had enough of this place.
“Becky!” he called, hoping to wake his giant sister up. It wasn't that he wanted more torment, but he needed something to eat, he at least expected her to not starve him to death. “Becky wake up!” he cried again, but with no result. He began to wiggle around, and perhaps as a reflex he felt her stinky toes tightening around him... but she wasn't awake. As he wiggled more, her foot began moving a lot, and he heard a yawn from across the bed. Soon the covers had been lifted, and as the world seemed to swing around, he was greeted by his enormous sister's sleepy face.
“Oh Phil...!” she sang with a sleepy grin. “You're still there... so now you're my toy!” she giggled. Her toes started to cruelly scrunch at him, painfully squashing his tired body, as the sleepy grin on her face became triumphant and evil. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take it.
“Sissy!” escaped from his lips. He hadn't called her that for five years, but he felt so helpless and vulnerable... he started to cry. “I love you Sissy, and I'll be your toy!” he cried between sobs. He was losing it, and he didn't know where all this was coming from. “I'll do anything you want...!” he heard himself add, between sobs... “But I'm hungry, Sissy, I'm really hungry...” he couldn't keep talking.
Her head cocked a bit to the side, seeing his breakdown between her toes. He didn't see the compassion in her face he found himself hoping for, instead there was an almost... delighted look on her face. Her eyes narrowed as her evil grin spread. “So... you'll do anything Sissy says now?” she inquired to her sobbing little brother, obviously having something humiliating in mind.
He couldn't help it, she had broken him or something. He weakly nodded.
“Alright!” she said excitedly. “I'm not gonna starve ya little bro',” she grinned, “...as long as you stick to your word, that is,” she added, her evil grin returning...
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March 24, 2025
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