Becky's Bet
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
On his back, lying on the filthy insole of the sneaker, he was horrified as Becky’s confident smirk was suddenly eclipsed, as her enormous hand brought one of her giant, sweat-soaked socks toward the opening of the shoe, all bunched up and almost dripping.
Everything stunk so bad like her feet - it was so humiliating! Phil began to scoot backward, slowly, toward the other end of the shoe. The bunched up sock hovered over the mouth of the shoe for the moment. Phil continued to crawl backward, away from the sock, although he knew it wouldn’t really help in the end.
“Stop it Becky! Please!” He cried, with a gasp.
In response, Becky began humming happily, and the giant sock ball was pushed down into the opening of the sneaker, blocking out all light. With little effort, she shoved the sock further, closer and closer to the tiny little three-inch boy inside. Soon she lifted the shoe up, off the floorboard, and into her lap.
“Hey shrimp,” Becky called into the shoe, “Wanna make a bet?”
Phil didn’t respond - he was coughing and sputtering, gasping for air and clinging to the sock, which Becky’s hand was now actually trying to push overtop of him.
Becky waited a moment, but then continued anyway. “If you can get out of my sneaker by the time I get back - we’ll just drop today’s punishment, and Saturday’s too.”
Phil’s ears perked up at what his sister just offered - the sock didn’t feel that heavy without a heavy foot inside it, and as soon a Becky’s hand left, he figured he’d be able to crawl out around it or something. Maybe he was just tricking himself, though.... The sock continued to push him further back, toward the toe end of the shoe.
“If you’re still in the shoe when I come back... You’ll be like, a slave to my feet, for a whole week, with NO rules,” Becky chirped.
Phil began to imagine what that would be like - to look up at his grinning big sister, knowing that she had days and days to rub her huge grimy feet all over his little body...
“Is that okay Mom?” Becky asked.
“You really enjoy doing this, don’t you?” their mom commented.
“Dude, it’s just so fun,” Becky responded, shoving she sock to the end of the shoe. Phil was pinned, she could feel it.
“Well, it sounds fair enough to me - if Phil’s willing to take that risk, I’ll let you two make that bet,” their mother laughed.
Becky grinned, bringing the shoe up to her ear., “So, twerp, what’ll it be?”
Everything stunk so bad like her feet - it was so humiliating! Phil began to scoot backward, slowly, toward the other end of the shoe. The bunched up sock hovered over the mouth of the shoe for the moment. Phil continued to crawl backward, away from the sock, although he knew it wouldn’t really help in the end.
“Stop it Becky! Please!” He cried, with a gasp.
In response, Becky began humming happily, and the giant sock ball was pushed down into the opening of the sneaker, blocking out all light. With little effort, she shoved the sock further, closer and closer to the tiny little three-inch boy inside. Soon she lifted the shoe up, off the floorboard, and into her lap.
“Hey shrimp,” Becky called into the shoe, “Wanna make a bet?”
Phil didn’t respond - he was coughing and sputtering, gasping for air and clinging to the sock, which Becky’s hand was now actually trying to push overtop of him.
Becky waited a moment, but then continued anyway. “If you can get out of my sneaker by the time I get back - we’ll just drop today’s punishment, and Saturday’s too.”
Phil’s ears perked up at what his sister just offered - the sock didn’t feel that heavy without a heavy foot inside it, and as soon a Becky’s hand left, he figured he’d be able to crawl out around it or something. Maybe he was just tricking himself, though.... The sock continued to push him further back, toward the toe end of the shoe.
“If you’re still in the shoe when I come back... You’ll be like, a slave to my feet, for a whole week, with NO rules,” Becky chirped.
Phil began to imagine what that would be like - to look up at his grinning big sister, knowing that she had days and days to rub her huge grimy feet all over his little body...
“Is that okay Mom?” Becky asked.
“You really enjoy doing this, don’t you?” their mom commented.
“Dude, it’s just so fun,” Becky responded, shoving she sock to the end of the shoe. Phil was pinned, she could feel it.
“Well, it sounds fair enough to me - if Phil’s willing to take that risk, I’ll let you two make that bet,” their mother laughed.
Becky grinned, bringing the shoe up to her ear., “So, twerp, what’ll it be?”
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March 24, 2025
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