Accepting the Bet
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
Phil was really in no state of mind to make a wise decision, with his entire body now pinned at the end of his giant sister's sneaker, packed in by her smelly, sweaty sock. From all the pressure coming from the sock, he assumed that her hand was still in the shoe, pressing the sock into him. When she released it, he figured he could just crawl out, and this would be over, once and for all.
“Okay!” he called, but it was muffled by the stupid sock.
“What?” he heard Becky's voice reverberate around him, muffled as well, but much louder than his own.
It was hard to talk... Why wouldn't she take her hand out of the shoe already, so he could push the sock aside and get a little air? He gasped in what he could, and yelled, “OKAY!”
In response, he heard the muffled giggles of his giant older sister, outside of the shoe.
“He said yes!” she laughed, leaning forward, and putting the shoe back in the floorboard in front of her.
To Phil's dismay, he felt no relief from the pressure put on him by the sock... even as he felt the shoe lower, and felt the impact of the shoe touching the floor, there was no let up of pressure coming from the horribly sweaty sock, holding him tightly in the darkness. Her hand couldn't still be in the shoe... the sock was just packed in that tight!
Worse than that, Phil realized that the shoe wasn't sitting upright – his cruel giant sister on the outside had positioned it so that it leaned up against the inner side of the floorboard, vertically, with him at the bottom.
“You're so dumb, Phil,” she continued. “Good luck ever getting out of there – and I'm not gonna have any mercy on you if you're still in there when we get back,” she snickered. “Mom, do you promise you'll actually make him be a slave to my feet for a whole week, if he can't get out?”
“Well...” he heard their mother reply, “Only if you'll share him with me and your sister,” she smiled. “I was looking forward to trying out this new punishment myself, and if he loses the bet we'll have plenty of time to take turns.” she laughed.
Becky looked a little disappointed. “I wanted to have him for a whole week though. If I have to share him, I'll only have him a third of the time,” she pointed out.
“Yes, that's true...” their mother agreed. “Then we can make him a slave to ALL of our feet, for three weeks, so that you, me, and your sister Joanna can all share him - and you won't lose any time.”
Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing, his mother had just extended his possible sentence at their feet by two weeks! He began to struggle, but couldn't yet make any progress.
Becky laughed. “That's great Mom, let's go, so we can get back sooner.”
“Good idea,” their mother agreed cheerfully, and they got out of the car, and Phil heard both doors slam shut.
He was left in the darkness, alone, smelling his sister's super sweaty sock, hopelessly pushing against it with all his tiny little might. Several minutes passed, and he soon found that his struggles were useless. Every push, every shove, everything he tried was just absorbed by the sock's soft mushy mass which was crammed in on him to start with, and he was struggling to breathe; fighting was just making him gasp for more air that wasn't there.
He imagined himself somehow pushing the sock out of the way, and somehow climbing up the nearly vertical slope of his sister's shoe to the outside – winning the bet, and not having to deal with anymore of this. It was however, not going to happen.
He was doomed to face his three weeks under the entire female family's giant feet, and they all seemed bent on it. Becky and his mother had already shown that they loved the idea – and Joanna would be no different - if she didn't enjoy it more, being closer to his age, only older than him by a year.
This was going to stink. Actually it already stunk. He couldn't move, all he could do was wait...
(Hey, I know a lot of you don't want to try writing for yourselves, but if anyone has suggestions for the path of the next chapter of this, or any other addition I've made to this story, the ideas could help me write more additions. Keep the suggestions sex free, however.)
“Okay!” he called, but it was muffled by the stupid sock.
“What?” he heard Becky's voice reverberate around him, muffled as well, but much louder than his own.
It was hard to talk... Why wouldn't she take her hand out of the shoe already, so he could push the sock aside and get a little air? He gasped in what he could, and yelled, “OKAY!”
In response, he heard the muffled giggles of his giant older sister, outside of the shoe.
“He said yes!” she laughed, leaning forward, and putting the shoe back in the floorboard in front of her.
To Phil's dismay, he felt no relief from the pressure put on him by the sock... even as he felt the shoe lower, and felt the impact of the shoe touching the floor, there was no let up of pressure coming from the horribly sweaty sock, holding him tightly in the darkness. Her hand couldn't still be in the shoe... the sock was just packed in that tight!
Worse than that, Phil realized that the shoe wasn't sitting upright – his cruel giant sister on the outside had positioned it so that it leaned up against the inner side of the floorboard, vertically, with him at the bottom.
“You're so dumb, Phil,” she continued. “Good luck ever getting out of there – and I'm not gonna have any mercy on you if you're still in there when we get back,” she snickered. “Mom, do you promise you'll actually make him be a slave to my feet for a whole week, if he can't get out?”
“Well...” he heard their mother reply, “Only if you'll share him with me and your sister,” she smiled. “I was looking forward to trying out this new punishment myself, and if he loses the bet we'll have plenty of time to take turns.” she laughed.
Becky looked a little disappointed. “I wanted to have him for a whole week though. If I have to share him, I'll only have him a third of the time,” she pointed out.
“Yes, that's true...” their mother agreed. “Then we can make him a slave to ALL of our feet, for three weeks, so that you, me, and your sister Joanna can all share him - and you won't lose any time.”
Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing, his mother had just extended his possible sentence at their feet by two weeks! He began to struggle, but couldn't yet make any progress.
Becky laughed. “That's great Mom, let's go, so we can get back sooner.”
“Good idea,” their mother agreed cheerfully, and they got out of the car, and Phil heard both doors slam shut.
He was left in the darkness, alone, smelling his sister's super sweaty sock, hopelessly pushing against it with all his tiny little might. Several minutes passed, and he soon found that his struggles were useless. Every push, every shove, everything he tried was just absorbed by the sock's soft mushy mass which was crammed in on him to start with, and he was struggling to breathe; fighting was just making him gasp for more air that wasn't there.
He imagined himself somehow pushing the sock out of the way, and somehow climbing up the nearly vertical slope of his sister's shoe to the outside – winning the bet, and not having to deal with anymore of this. It was however, not going to happen.
He was doomed to face his three weeks under the entire female family's giant feet, and they all seemed bent on it. Becky and his mother had already shown that they loved the idea – and Joanna would be no different - if she didn't enjoy it more, being closer to his age, only older than him by a year.
This was going to stink. Actually it already stunk. He couldn't move, all he could do was wait...
(Hey, I know a lot of you don't want to try writing for yourselves, but if anyone has suggestions for the path of the next chapter of this, or any other addition I've made to this story, the ideas could help me write more additions. Keep the suggestions sex free, however.)
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