Brad dropped his soccer bag and cleats next to his bed, and dropped Randy's shoes on his bed. Looking down at his tiny brother, he smiled
"I'll have to put you somewhere whilst I change!" Brad smirked, and promptly dropped him into his left soccer cleat. He then went to his closet to choose what to wear.
Inside the cleat, Randy tried not to heave. It smelt absoloutely vile in here, like Brad's locker at school, only a million times worse. As he looked around the worn cleat, all he could see was worn out leather and fabric. As he looked at the size 14US tag on the tongue, he shivered at the thought of coming face to face, or face to foot in this case, with those monstrous things. His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the return of his giant brother. Brad had finished getting changed
Brad tilted the shoe and sent Randy sprawling onto the floor. He rubbed his arm and looked up. Brad was standing up, at his full height of 6 foot 2 inches.
Randy gulped, he knew that there was no chance Brad was going to help him. His eyes then saw something that had made him shiver earlier; Brad's bare size 14's were right in front of him. Brad saw him staring at them
"You're staring at my pups? You dirty little pervert!" Brad scoffed, and nudged Randy with his big toe. Randy fell flat on his butt, and looked up as Brad began to lower his foot on top of Randy, and then slowly began to roll Randy side to side underneath it. Randy tried to get his hands up to somehow stop the giant wall of flesh moving him around, but to no avail.
Brad seemed to be enjoying this, when his cellphone began to ring. He removed his foot from his exhausted tiny sibling and walked to his desk to answer it. Randy sat up, slowly. Brad had sat in his chair to talk to his friend. Randy saw this as a chance to try and get away.
He got to his feet and making sure he stayed out of Brad's eyeline, he ran for the doorway. He reached it, and rolled underneath the huge pine door and onto the landing. He sighed with relief, but what now? Maybe Mark would be able to help him, although the amount that Brad and Randy had picked on him over the years, that wasn't likely, but it's gotta be better than Brad! As Randy was thinking it, the front door slammed downstaits, and heavy footsteps started to walk up the stairs. It wasn't his mom or dad, they were both out still, and Brad was in his room, so that meant only one thing......
Mark was home.
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