As I reflected on what was turning out to be the best day of my life I heard the swish flop sound again and wondered if I would feel the firm gentle pressure of the flipflops and Jesus boots again, even though I was beginning to feel a bit tired and sore by now, still wanted to feel the weight of the two Miss’s again. To give them more room Miss Snowling tucked both her feet back either side of my head so that her shoes were just touching my ears. As usual the “Misses” were chattering away and this time Miss Flowers left flip flop came down where Miss French’s Jesus boot had done earlier. I could feel that the flip flop was much softer than the crepe sole of the Jesus boot but, as Miss Flower was quite a bit heavier than Miss French the pressure was much, much more – the ribs must surly break this time, they were certainly bending more under the weight of Miss Flower and I could see my chest compress by at least an inch. How would I explain that one away ? At the same time the left Jesus boot buried itself into my belly but I did not feel this as much. If anything Miss Flower hesitated a bit longer on me this time but pushed off more gently as did Miss French.
As they moved on Miss Snowling said something like “ignore me then” and they both turned round apologizing and came back to where Miss Snowling was sitting and, by this time Miss Snowling had returned her feet to my and just had the weight of her feet and legs on me. Although I could feel the spiky heel tips pressing down gently it felt very pleasant. The three teachers then started talking about all sorts of things with Miss French standing more or less in from of Miss Snowling standing on me, both her feet were on my right thigh and at a slight angle, Miss Flower remained to my left on the canvas but soon joined moved closer with her left foot on my left thigh and the right one squarely on my left hand with the toes resting just above the wrist. Now I had the 40 odd stone (350 lbs) on me for the third time but now as they were staying put they seemed to be getting heavier, surely I would not be able to last and have eventually have to cry out for release but would enjoy it for as long as possible.
I became aware that Miss French was keeping most of her weight on her left foot but moving slightly from side to side as she did on the field (and on my hand). Miss Flower did the same except that she kept most of her weight on the right foot and the left hand, I could feel the softness of the flip flop through the canvas and wanted to feel it direct, but that would have to wait till next summer unless I got lucky in the meantime. They stayed there talking for what seemed a long time and I thought that he would never get all three pairs of feet on him again at the same time so had better savour it. They started to talk about jewellery and Miss Snowling remarked on the broach that Miss French was wearing so she then stood up to look more closely at it. Immediately the twin spikes burrowed into the top of my chest just above the nipples and I very nearly cried out but at the same time was really savouring the sensation of having the three teachers entire weight of some 49 stone (680 lbs) firmly on top of me at the same time. Miss Snowling kept her feet in place but she wobbled around a little bit and I imagined that she was burrowing right into and then would go through me but the thick canvas was again saving me. The right heel was fortunately just away from the first hits position. The other two had begun to move around a little bit, mostly on my thighs, legs and hands and I really liked this feeling and felt that I could take this for longer than if they stayed in the same place. Sometimes, they would find a knee or maybe a hip bone and apply extra pressure there as if to flatten it down. Occasionally one of the girls would come past and step on me but although the total weigh must have increased to closer to 60 stone I was still in heaven, once when Miss Flower had her right foot on the left hand and her left foot on my left thigh she moved forward and her left foot stood squarely with most of her weight on the still hard Mr Happy and this was an entirely new experience, one that I liked very much and would never forget, Miss Flower stayed there for some time gently rocking from side to side until Mr Happy felt as if it was a piece of wood and I wondered if Miss Flower could feel something under the soft rubber flip flop, if she did, then she did not appear to react to it at all.. Whilst this was going on I almost forgot about the other four feet pressing down on me ! Alas, Miss Flower moved back to her earlier position, Mr Happy felt like “he” had changed - it felt warm and was getting even larger – was this now my real manhood ? I just wanted Miss Flower (or one of the others) to stand on it again but I didn’t really know why because now it felt very different.
The teachers then started discussing the college building and the subject turned to the extension and the trench. They all agreed that the service work was taking too long and that it should be completed soon before the trench caused an accident. Miss French said that “there were some lumps and bumps” in the trench (there was an extra one now) and she started to “probe” around with her feet and then the other two started to do so as well, so now I had all three of them gently trampling me down, even Miss Snowling felt gentle as she kept most of her weight off the spiky heels and on the balls of her feet, several times Mr Happy seemed to be singled out but this time it was not squashed quite as hard and I enjoyed it even more when it was Miss Flower with her soft flip flops pressing down. Just then, to my n surprise Miss Flower kicked off her flip flops the left one landing on its side just in front of my face so that I could clearly see the perfect deep imprint of her foot on it and again thought how lucky the flip flop was as she continued probing with her bare feet. As I thought how much closer I was to those huge black feet, the other two also kicked off their footwear and continued probing and treading away, only this time they were giggling like girls. They were moving a bit quicker now and I must have been trampled on by the bare feet on every part of the body by each one although Miss Flower seemed to return to Mr Happy more often and when she did I was certain that I could feel her individual toes or was that only wishful thinking ?
Just then the bell went and the teachers having remembered who they were, quickly put their footwear back on and went down the corridor with only a final court shoe sole on the left hand as they left, just in time the corridor filled up with about 200 quickly moving feet of which at least half trampled on me.
As I lay there recovering I felt as though I had again been trampled flat but realized that my body ached all over, apart from my head every part had been well and truly trampled and I hoped that I had not suffered any lasting damage although my chest throbbed a lot where Miss Snowling’s spikes had been.
I thought that I would rest and after school would get up from the trench and go home but knew I would be very stiff from lying in the same position all day. To ease the circulation I had managed to move my arms up a bit and onto the floor surface itself but still under the canvas, intending to move them back onto the sand again ready for the next “traffic”.
Almost immediately I heard girls coming back to the changing rooms and in the corridor so I could not move my arms and hands in case the movement under the canvas could be seen. Of course it was sports that afternoon and that meant more to-ing and fro-ing, still they only wore trainers for that. He heard some clattering from the changing rooms and then remembered – hockey. Now this was different, not only did the hockey boots have hard rubber studs (six on the soles and four on the heels) the hockey teacher (Miss Jones) was a huge powerhouse of a woman weighing about 20 stone (280 lbs) who also wore the studded boots. Still no turning back now and all at the same time about 30 pairs of hockey boots belonging to the college hockey teams came thumping down the corridor and in seconds had passed with only a few hits on my legs and they all missed my hands, but those that did seemed to concentrate the weight through the studs which was yet another sensation to add to this interesting day.
Then I heard Miss Jones coming, her studs making a thrummy sort of sound on the floor as she took longish purposeful steps and I just hoped that the studs would miss my chest and belly, but was both in and out of luck, the left boots heel came down on the floor just to the left of my left hand followed by the sole with its six studs onto the back of the hand and then all of the weight was transferred onto my left hand, concentrated though the six ½” (12mm) diameter studs (that’s nearly 3½ stone (46lbs) per stud) the right boot missed my body but the heel came down mashing onto the back of the right hand concentrated through the four studs which was about 5 stone (70lbs) per stud. Fortunately, she was soon gone but my hands started to feel incredibly hot as if they were on fire and they also felt as if they were well and truly mashed up and very likely some bones broken or fractured.
After that not much happened for a while and I chanced returning the arms and hands to their at least partially protected position on the sand. When the hockey finished the girls returned slowly this time as they were all a bit out of breath but as they walked on me a few of them dragged their feet across the canvas trying to get the grass and mud off from between the studs, again a new sensation, but where was Miss Jones ? The thrummy sound told him, she was arguing with one of the girls and clearly in a bad mood and seemed to be walking even more heavily than usual. She stopped to the right of me and then I noticed how big the boots were – at least a UK 10/13US. As Miss Jones finished arguing with the girl she remarked that she thought that there was something beneath the canvas that wanted pushing down so she stamped down hard two or three times with her right foot using the heel on the exact place that my right hand was, just as well it was no longer there or it would have been turned into mush, just then she was called to the changing room and walked off but she was not yet finished with me – very quickly her left boot came thumping down with the two heel studs mercilessly forcing themselves down onto my hipbone and then the sole almost stamping across Mr Happy, it was just as well the first two rows of studs “straddled” him but the sheer pressure concentrated through those studs on my belly made the pressure just about bearable and it was over in less than a second as Miss Jones pushed heavily off seeming to make me almost twist under the canvas.
There was just about time for me to rest a little before end of the school day. As the girls left I just felt that I was now just part of the floor, there was a certain amount of horseplay and again got trampled quite a lot but I was beginning to feel that I had had enough for the day when I heard the tap, swish flop, tap sound and “my” three teachers came down the corridor, Miss Snowling first who scored a direct hit, this time with her right foot on the chest to match the morning spike mark or “trophy” and then the two Misses, Miss French stepped over missing completely but Miss Flowers right heel landed on the left hip so that her sole landed squarely on Mr Happy and then she pushed off heavily. when Miss French said that she had left something in the staffroom and was going back for it. Miss Flower said that she would wait in the corridor and sat down on the plank giving me a very close up view of her feet on the flip flops. As if my silent prayers were answered, she slid her feet off the flip flops and back towards my face. I could smell the feet with a slight aroma of what I though was probably cocoa butter or some other sort of skin cream and just a touch of rubber flip flop smell, the soles were a lovely creamy colour and looked very very soft. They were only about 6” (15cm) from my face now and I could actually sense the heat coming from them – no wonder Miss Flower did not feel the cold. I soon found out how soft the feet were – they came back further and then the lights seemed to go out as both feet ended up touching my face and I could feel the unbelievable warm softness of the heels on my forehead, the soles on my cheeks and the wiggling toes curled round my chin, heaven again and I was conscience of Mr Happy getting waking up again, then all too soon one of the girls came up to ask a question and it was away from my face and on with the flips flops which were teasingly placed on either side of my chest. After the girl had gone Miss Flower placed her feet squarely on my chest and stood up my ribs bending under the sudden pressure. She then slowly started stepping with a sort of shuffling movement towards my feet, as if she was trampling down the lumps in the floor, her feet moving about 6” at a time, slowly past Mr Happy, down the legs to my feet. As she turned around she took off the flip flops and put them into her bag and as she continued slowly back towards my face seemed to place her feet directly on me so that at all times had her entire weight on me. When she got to my lower body this time she stopped with her left foot on the right hip and her right foot squarely on Mr Happy. I could feel the gentle heat of her feet as they pressed down into me. Although she weighed more than Miss Jones the softness of her feet compared to the unyielding pressure of the studs made her feel comparatively light. She stayed where she was for a while moving slightly from side to side humming away as she did so squashing Mr Happy into my belly – she must surly be able to feel it even through the thick canvas. After a while Miss Flower then walked slowly up my body and stood still for a while on my chest, so close that all I could see was her toes wiggling away as if to show off to me and I began to feel the heat coming off the soles onto me again. Miss Flower seemed to rock slightly from side to side and I could see each side of my chest alternatively moving up and down under those awesome feet, but with all the weight staying there I thought that I would not be able to take it much more especially after the pounding I had received during the day. I did have a fantastic view of those toes thought, the perfectly applied, ever so bright red nail varnish on nicely formed toes that looked well suckable, the view stretching away to the tops of the feet, the skin looking so soft and supple with just a slight sheen to it. After a while Miss Flower turned slowly round so that she was now facing away from me and instead of slowly rocking from side to side as she usually did she then started rocking gently backwards and forwards so that her weight went from the heels to the soles and back again. I just loved the sight of the heels leaving the flip flops and coming back down again and I could see the sole of the flip flops “giving” as the weight shifted around. As Miss French returned Miss Flower stepped back down to my belly and turned to face the exit and stood there for a moment or two with both feet covering my lower body with her right foot sinking right into my belly and the left one with the sole on Mr Happy. As Miss French walked past missing me completely Miss Flower walked off right foot first and as she pushed off with her left foot all of her 25 stone was completely on Mr Happy pressing down through the flip flop with ball of her very soft warm foot and as Mr Happy exploded I thought that she had pushed off a bit harder than necessary but was that my imagination ?
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