Get in my shoe, or I'll put you there!
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Phil just laid there, gasping for air on the table, on his back. Becky's horrible giant sneakers were still behind the little 3-inch boy, and he though he could smell them, even from that distance.
“Hey, I told you to get in one of my shoes, so hurry up and do it!” Becky commanded.
Phil just continued to lay there – he couldn't get up, she was crazy. He just kept looking straight up, to the ceiling of his kitchen, so high that to a normal person it would have seemed like miles. But the world had always been giant to the tiny boy on the table, and so was his giant sister. And she was crazy – he was far too tired to get up, just to crawl in her incredibly gross smelly sneaker, to be trampled on by her smelly foot all the way to Rachael's house, where all sorts of new torture awaited him, to be sure.
Suddenly his view of the ceiling high above him was eclipsed by the much closer, giant heel of his sister's foot. “If you don't move, you're gonna wish you did, twerp – and I'll eventually just stick you in my sneaker myself,” Becky giggled.
Phil tried to sit up, but couldn't. He was already beat. “Becky! I can't get up!”
“So, you're not moving?” she laughed.
Her huge heel then descended onto his tiny body, pressing hard down on him. His face was covered by the hard, smelly foot flesh, and he was forced to inhale the horrible smell several times. He tried to scream back at her, but nothing came out, as nearly all the air was depressed from his lungs.
She kept him like that for over five minutes, and he began to see stars. All the while he could hear her humming happily - it was nothing for her to put him through this.
Suddenly her foot lifted. Phil gasped for air, several times, as his sister looked him over. After a few seconds, she spoke...
“You have to the count of ten to get in my shoe, otherwise I'm gonna do it for you, MY WAY!” she declared. "MY WAY is a LOT more painful, so I'd be trying to get up NOW!" She was seriously frightening him, but she seemed to be enjoying his torment more than he thought she should.
“Becky, please, I can't move at all!” he cried. She ignored him.
“ONE!” she started.
Phil tried to sit up, and it took everything he had, but he managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. It was her fault that he was this beat to start with! He could see her grinning face looking straight at him.
“TWO!” she continued, still grinning at him.
He tried to get to his feet, but it was an utter failure – all he managed to do was to fall forward, flat on his face.
“Aw...” she giggled. “THREE...!” she laughed.
He tried to lift himself again, but it was useless, his limbs and muscles wouldn't respond as normal. It was a horrible feeling, to find that he couldn't move the way he normally could, when he disparately needed to.
“FOUR!” she continued.
Phil couldn't move, he could only listen as her countdown concluded.
“FIVE...
...
SIX...
...
SEVEN...
...
EIGHT...
...
NINE...
...
TEN!!” she finally laughed. Phil looked up at his huge sister – she was grinning very evilly.
“What're you gonna do to me?” he timidly asked her.
She just kept grinning at him. "Afriad huh?" she asked. "You should be, I'm feeling extra mean, you little maggot..."
“Hey, I told you to get in one of my shoes, so hurry up and do it!” Becky commanded.
Phil just continued to lay there – he couldn't get up, she was crazy. He just kept looking straight up, to the ceiling of his kitchen, so high that to a normal person it would have seemed like miles. But the world had always been giant to the tiny boy on the table, and so was his giant sister. And she was crazy – he was far too tired to get up, just to crawl in her incredibly gross smelly sneaker, to be trampled on by her smelly foot all the way to Rachael's house, where all sorts of new torture awaited him, to be sure.
Suddenly his view of the ceiling high above him was eclipsed by the much closer, giant heel of his sister's foot. “If you don't move, you're gonna wish you did, twerp – and I'll eventually just stick you in my sneaker myself,” Becky giggled.
Phil tried to sit up, but couldn't. He was already beat. “Becky! I can't get up!”
“So, you're not moving?” she laughed.
Her huge heel then descended onto his tiny body, pressing hard down on him. His face was covered by the hard, smelly foot flesh, and he was forced to inhale the horrible smell several times. He tried to scream back at her, but nothing came out, as nearly all the air was depressed from his lungs.
She kept him like that for over five minutes, and he began to see stars. All the while he could hear her humming happily - it was nothing for her to put him through this.
Suddenly her foot lifted. Phil gasped for air, several times, as his sister looked him over. After a few seconds, she spoke...
“You have to the count of ten to get in my shoe, otherwise I'm gonna do it for you, MY WAY!” she declared. "MY WAY is a LOT more painful, so I'd be trying to get up NOW!" She was seriously frightening him, but she seemed to be enjoying his torment more than he thought she should.
“Becky, please, I can't move at all!” he cried. She ignored him.
“ONE!” she started.
Phil tried to sit up, and it took everything he had, but he managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. It was her fault that he was this beat to start with! He could see her grinning face looking straight at him.
“TWO!” she continued, still grinning at him.
He tried to get to his feet, but it was an utter failure – all he managed to do was to fall forward, flat on his face.
“Aw...” she giggled. “THREE...!” she laughed.
He tried to lift himself again, but it was useless, his limbs and muscles wouldn't respond as normal. It was a horrible feeling, to find that he couldn't move the way he normally could, when he disparately needed to.
“FOUR!” she continued.
Phil couldn't move, he could only listen as her countdown concluded.
“FIVE...
...
SIX...
...
SEVEN...
...
EIGHT...
...
NINE...
...
TEN!!” she finally laughed. Phil looked up at his huge sister – she was grinning very evilly.
“What're you gonna do to me?” he timidly asked her.
She just kept grinning at him. "Afriad huh?" she asked. "You should be, I'm feeling extra mean, you little maggot..."
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