Quality time with Becky
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
GTSAtticus
Phil awoke slightly dizzy, laying on a cold, hard surface. He got to his feet and rubbed his tiny fists into his eyes. After blinking a few times he realized he was standing on the kitchen table at his house. Whew! At least his sister and mother were finished with.....
BOOM BOOM!
His heart sank. He heard the tell tale signs of one of his family members approaching. He looked around to see Becky come towards him.
"Heya, squirt! Have a nice nap?" she sneered.
"Becky, come on," Phil pleaded. "I'm still you're brother. They're crazy at that school, and they're making you and mom crazy too!"
"Well, that's a shame, because you've always gotten the attention from mom and dad, being that you're so 'special,' so I'm finally accepting it and giving you the attention too! How much more do you want?" Becky then swung her sneakered feet up onto the kitchen table next to Phil and commanded "untie my keds, little brother!"
Phil sighed and knew there was little he could do. As he walked over to the trailer-sized sneakers, he tugged as hard as he could on the laces, making little progress. "Where's Mom?" he grunted as he finally pulled one lace free. "Silence!" Becky boomed, causing Phil to cover his ears. "She's visiting her friend Valerie, and she left you here with me! Now don't ask anymore questions if you know what's good for you!"
After Phil was done with untying the sneakers, Becky kicked them off right onto the table. The smell immediately hit Phil and he backed away. Becky giggled and moved one socked foot behind him to impede his retreat. Her other foot came towards him from the front, trapping him. He felt his back touch the hot, moist fabric of her sock and turned to see a white sole in front of him. Her other foot hit him from the back and he was pressed between her socked feet. Becky giggled again and pressed harder, blocking all air to Phil. Every inch of his body and face were covered with the sweaty and smelly fabric of her socks, intensified by her bare feet underneath. After a few moments she released him, and he fell to the table coughing and gagging. "I have a feeling that I'm giving you a break because of all the sock treatment you're getting. You need to experience the real thing." Becky told Phil as she begin peeling off her socks. Phil got up and sighed in defeat. He saw her enormous hand come towards him and envelope his body. Then she placed one bare foot on her lap as she brought Phil closer to it. She placed her index finger on the back of his head and pressed forward slightly. Phil realized what was happening and struggled wildly, trying to wriggle from her grasp. Becky ignored him and brought him ever closer to the bottom of her barefoot. She pushed his tiny head into the crevice of her toes and dragged him across them, back and forth, scrunching and wriggling her toes all over his face in the process. The smell was unbearable. "Here, take a good, long whiff," Becky boomed from above and pushed his head deep into the soft, stinky embraces of her toes. She then scrunched her toes around his head as tight as she could, blocking off all air save the stench from her sweaty toes. She wriggled and scrunched for what seemed like hours before finally placing Phil back on the table, where he collapsed on his back, panting heavily.
*RING* "Don't worry Phil, I'll get it," Becky giggled as she reached for the portable phone. "Hello? Hey Rachael, it's me. Yes, it's true, the teacher said so, and my mom agrees. Sure! I've got him all day long! Ok I'll see you then!" Becky hung up the phone and fixed Phil with a hungry stare. "That was my friend Rachael who goes to your new school, and she wanted to see you (a.k.a. play with you), so she's...."
BOOM BOOM!
His heart sank. He heard the tell tale signs of one of his family members approaching. He looked around to see Becky come towards him.
"Heya, squirt! Have a nice nap?" she sneered.
"Becky, come on," Phil pleaded. "I'm still you're brother. They're crazy at that school, and they're making you and mom crazy too!"
"Well, that's a shame, because you've always gotten the attention from mom and dad, being that you're so 'special,' so I'm finally accepting it and giving you the attention too! How much more do you want?" Becky then swung her sneakered feet up onto the kitchen table next to Phil and commanded "untie my keds, little brother!"
Phil sighed and knew there was little he could do. As he walked over to the trailer-sized sneakers, he tugged as hard as he could on the laces, making little progress. "Where's Mom?" he grunted as he finally pulled one lace free. "Silence!" Becky boomed, causing Phil to cover his ears. "She's visiting her friend Valerie, and she left you here with me! Now don't ask anymore questions if you know what's good for you!"
After Phil was done with untying the sneakers, Becky kicked them off right onto the table. The smell immediately hit Phil and he backed away. Becky giggled and moved one socked foot behind him to impede his retreat. Her other foot came towards him from the front, trapping him. He felt his back touch the hot, moist fabric of her sock and turned to see a white sole in front of him. Her other foot hit him from the back and he was pressed between her socked feet. Becky giggled again and pressed harder, blocking all air to Phil. Every inch of his body and face were covered with the sweaty and smelly fabric of her socks, intensified by her bare feet underneath. After a few moments she released him, and he fell to the table coughing and gagging. "I have a feeling that I'm giving you a break because of all the sock treatment you're getting. You need to experience the real thing." Becky told Phil as she begin peeling off her socks. Phil got up and sighed in defeat. He saw her enormous hand come towards him and envelope his body. Then she placed one bare foot on her lap as she brought Phil closer to it. She placed her index finger on the back of his head and pressed forward slightly. Phil realized what was happening and struggled wildly, trying to wriggle from her grasp. Becky ignored him and brought him ever closer to the bottom of her barefoot. She pushed his tiny head into the crevice of her toes and dragged him across them, back and forth, scrunching and wriggling her toes all over his face in the process. The smell was unbearable. "Here, take a good, long whiff," Becky boomed from above and pushed his head deep into the soft, stinky embraces of her toes. She then scrunched her toes around his head as tight as she could, blocking off all air save the stench from her sweaty toes. She wriggled and scrunched for what seemed like hours before finally placing Phil back on the table, where he collapsed on his back, panting heavily.
*RING* "Don't worry Phil, I'll get it," Becky giggled as she reached for the portable phone. "Hello? Hey Rachael, it's me. Yes, it's true, the teacher said so, and my mom agrees. Sure! I've got him all day long! Ok I'll see you then!" Becky hung up the phone and fixed Phil with a hungry stare. "That was my friend Rachael who goes to your new school, and she wanted to see you (a.k.a. play with you), so she's...."
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