As recently as three months ago I would have said no, there is no way. After all, how could a woman walk all over you (or why would she) without realizing what was going on? But, believe it or not, one of my clients, let's call him Bob, found a way to get women to do just that--a really ingenious way! First let me tell you what he did, and then I'll tell you how to arrange for women to trample all over you without them knowing it! Bob is the owner of a spook house in, let's say Ohio (although it isn't), which contracts out for the "Ohio" state fair and other such goings on. Like you, he has fantasized since childhood of cruel women who would crush him underfoot without hesitation, who would walk right over him as though nothing were in their way, and who would make him suffer beneath their weight with no concern for him whatsoever. Now, as an adult, Bob has found a way to make the trampling goddesses of his childhood fantasies come to life and step all over him without mercy. He has found a way by using his spook house. Bob's spook house is one of those pitch-black dark places people can walk through with winding pathways that go over and around odds and ends. People who go through are guided along by a handrail. The floor is uneven with unusual shapes to walk over, both soft and hard. There are also noises which suddenly scare them, ghosts that jump out at them, and things that hang in their faces, etc. If you've ever been to a state fair or carnival, I'm sure you've been in such places before. At one location in his spook house, about 2/3 rds of the way into it, Bob has two carpet rolls lying across the path that people have to walk over. In the dark it is impossible to tell what the carpet rolls are, and walking over them is all part of the fun. To fulfill his fantasy, Bob lies down between the rolls wedging the sides of his body against each of them exposing only his chest and stomach. His face and crotch are out of line with the main path so those parts of his body are spared. By lying in this position he is assured that no woman can complete the spook house tour without stepping right on him! And, because there are carpet rolls on either side of him, women have to step down onto him from the first carpet roll so he guesses that he doesn't feel much like a body to them--but probably feels like just some more of the same kind of soft, hard, or lumpy stuff they've already been walking on. In fact, Bob has littered the path through the spook house with things to step on that he imagines feel like a body. That way, when the women get to him, he just feels like more of the same! During the fair, Bob hires a school-kid to sell tickets and tells him that he, Bob, has to remain inside at all times so he can keep his eyes used to the dark, and also so he can operate some of the ghosts and be there in case anyone has an accident or tries to vandalize the spook house. He puts a black coating on his face and hands and wears black cloths. None of this seems suspicious because, after all, he is the operator of the spook house. Then he just spends the day inside waiting to see who comes in by the lighted entry. Usually it is a woman with a boyfriend. Bob is totally turned off by the idea of a man walking on him, so in cases when couples come in he goes over to a creaky wooden bridge about half way into the spook house that the couple must walk over. Standing in the darkness alongside of the bridge, which is about waist high to him, Bob watches how the couple approaches the bridge (he can just barely make out their shadows). Then he puts his hands down right in the woman's path. Since there are already lumps and bumps on the bridge to walk over (the couple are usually giggling and feeling their way along) the woman thinks nothing of it when she feels Bob's hands under her feet--she just puts her full weight down! And since she is proceeding along slowly, the crushing of Bob's hands is often sustained and intense. Then, by moving silently along the edge of the bridge after being crushed (which is easy to do because it is very noisy in the spook house) Bob is able to get the same woman to walk over his hands at least three more times! Sometimes Bob even crosses the fingers of the hand he puts in the way, or folds his fingertips under his hand just before the woman walks over it. That way the crush under her foot is extra severe. This game of hand-crushing, however, can have its dangerous side. Bob told me that one time a large, big-boned blonde came in with her boyfriend. She must have been at least 6' tall! She had long legs and was wearing a halter top which showed off a pair of enormous breasts that bobbled heavily when she walked. She was also wearing attractive shoes with stacked heels. Bob got very excited when he saw her enter the spook house, so he quickly moved into position and put his hands down on the dark wooden bridge right in her path. As she walked onto the bridge Bob could just barely make out her towering shadow with his dark-sensitized eyes. He could also hear her heels as they thumped along the bridge--so he waited, heart pounding, wondering what would happen to his hands when this big, huge chested girl walked on them with her hard shoes. But, instead of stepping on Bob's hands, the big blonde stepped right on his fingertip with her stacked heel--full weight--and then just stood there--patiently waiting for her boyfriend to catch up to her!! To Bob's horror, the large, busty blonde who had entered his spook house only a minute earlier had now become a towering silhouette in the dark who, unknowingly, was crushing him into the throws of silent agony with what was obviously the weight of an Amazon. The crush was so severe that Bob had to cover his mouth with his other hand to keep from screaming, although he silently mouthed a plea for mercy as he looked up through the darkness at the towering shadow of the woman who had now become for him the cruel giantess of his childhood crush fantasies. But she gave him no mercy, rather, she ground his fingertip under her heel as she turned to greet her boyfriend who had finally joined her. As she pivoted on her heel, Bob couldn't help but to moan loudly in agony. But his outcry of torment was lost among the many recorded moans and groans of the spook house ghosts that played incessantly over the loudspeakers--so the blonde giantess moved on, completely unaware that the massive weight of her long legs, wide hips, sizable curvy rear, and huge breasts had just combined to crush helpless little "fingerman" to death beneath her hard stacked heel. A day after this incident, the nail on Bob's ring finger, which had been crushed mercilessly beneath the big blonde's stacked heel, turned black and fell off! He says that one side of his fingertip is still numb. Bob also says that he is trying to work up the nerve to lay his c--- down on the bridge sometime, perhaps in the path of a young girl who doesn't weigh too much. But still, he is afraid of getting it crushed--good thinking Bob! Whenever he sees women enter the spook house together, or in groups, Bob positions himself between the carpet rolls. Women often enter in groups because Bob has the foresight to put out a sign saying "Lady's day, all ladies admitted half price." Sometimes, he even puts out a sign that says ladies free every Monday, (or Tuesday, etc., whichever day it happens to be). It works great! The women who come through are almost always 40 years old or younger; old women don't bother. Bob also saves himself from being killed by high heels with a sign that cautions women to remove spike heels and carry them. That way he is safe from the awesome crush of heels and also gets to experience some stocking foot trampling. When a woman comes close to where Bob is lying he can't move or he will give himself away. In a word, once he let's her get close enough, he is committed to going under her feet. At that point Bob begins to feel overcome by his childhood fantasies. As he lies there in the dark directly in the path of the approaching woman, he imagines that he is a small boy who has fallen down in the spook house. As the shadow of the woman looms above him he likes to whisper, though never loud enough for her to really hear, "Please, Ma'am, I fell down and got stuck, can you help me up?" But of course the woman doesn't notice the "small boy" and proceeds forward--"oh god, no! please ma'am, don't crush me! don't crush me!" But the towering woman remains unaware of her little victim and steps down. The "small boy," in spite of his pleading and begging, is then crushed under the foot of a full-grown woman, crushed by her overwhelming adult weight, crushed without mercy like a bug in her path, and sometimes the poor "boy" is even trampled by the woman as she enjoys the strange feel of what she has discovered beneath her feet! The women who step on Bob have no idea that they are walking on a person, so they don't spare him at all! Bob says that the crushing he gets from some of the taller or heavier women who come through the spook house is so severe, especially if two women step on him at the same time, that if he really were the boy he pretends to be, he would have literally had his insides squashed right out of him on more than a few occasions! In fact, sometimes when the kid Bob has hired has annoyed him, Bob likes to imagine tying the kid up, gagging him, and laying him down between the carpet rolls. Bob especially likes that idea because the kid is short, which means that while the kid's chest and stomach would certainly be right in the women's path, his face would be in their way, too! Then Bob imagines positioning one of the speakers that plays ghost screams all the time right near the kid to cover any sounds of his struggling. Next, Bob fantasizes about going out front and offering a free tour of the spook house to the tallest and heaviest women who happen by! Finally, after sending a couple of dozen or so of these big girls through, he imagines going in and scraping up whatever is left of the kid off of the hard floor! (My goodness! How mean can you get, Bob?) One of the most exciting things for Bob is that when a woman approaches his position between the carpet rolls he never knows exactly what will happen. As he lies there imagining himself a small trapped boy most of the women who unknowingly fulfill his fantasy step right on his stomach. Then they put their full weight down. Bob's strong stomach muscles are all that save him from having his organs rearranged as some of the women are surprisingly heavy. Other times, women step on his chest. The worst problem for Bob is women who look like they are wearing flats when they come in the entry but who, it turns out, are really wearing 1/2" heels. Those heels come to the same hard small point as spike heels do but are not quite able to puncture through Bob's skin because of their short length. However, when a woman walks over his ribs with those hard 1/2" heels it is all that Bob can do to keep from screaming beneath the terrible crush! Those awful heels leave deep little craters on his chest and stomach that first turn white with a red ring around them and later become black and blue! Sometimes when the women step onto the second carpet roll, they fall back and use him for a landing place. When that happens it is hard for him not to make a sound and he is sure that it is just a matter of time before a woman wearing stacked or 1/2" heels breaks his ribs falling back like that. But he has to keep quiet at all costs, even when women sometimes stand on his stomach with both feet and do a little dance saying something to their friends like, "Ooh, it's so squishy! It feels like Jello--and you can bounce on it! See?" Even when that happens, he has to lie there as he is trampled under their feet, he can't do a thing about it or he'd get caught. But this amazing game can be dangerous as well. Bob told me of three times when he thought he was in real trouble--not from being caught, but from actually being seriously injured or even killed under the feet of women. The first time he was almost killed was when two women came over from a dance wearing formal dress and high heels. When they entered the spook house they removed their heels as the sign requested. But Bob had noticed that one of the women was quite heavy, heavier, he thought, than any woman who had ever stepped on him before. He wanted to lie down for her, though, because she was pretty, sort of like a weighty version of Delta Burke. He was also curious about how it would feel to be under such a heavy woman. Her girlfriend, he had noticed, was pretty tall and no cream-puff herself. As they approached him in the darkened spook house, the two women were walking side by side to help each other keep balance since they were carrying their shoes. The first one stepped right on Bob's chest with her large stocking feet. He felt the air being pressed out of him and guessed from experience that she must have weighed about 160 pounds. This, he knew, had to be the taller girlfriend, not the heavy one. So he waited for her to step off of him so he could prepare for the weight of the big woman. But since the woman standing on his chest wasn't wearing shoes his body must have felt interesting to her because she said laughingly, "Hey, this feels like a dead body!" At which point she mercilessly rocked his chest under the crush of her large stocking feet squashing all the air from his lungs. Then Bob heard the heavy woman approach, "Well," she said," if he isn't dead now he will be after I step on him!" Bob could hear both women laughing as he felt a third stocking foot, just as large as the two already standing on him, probing his stomach for a place to stand. Bob got scared because he was about to be crushed by the heavy woman, but the first woman was still standing on him! She was waiting for her heavy girlfriend to join her! By this time Bob could hardly breathe under the crush of the first woman's large stocking feet. Like he said, if he were just a boy, this one woman alone would have already crushed him to death! But Bob endured the crush under the first woman and tightened his stomach muscles very tense to take the weight of the heavy women. When the heavy woman finally stepped down on his stomach, Bob felt her large stocking foot sink so deep into him that he would have doubled up except that the sizable stocking feet of the first woman had his back pinned flat to the ground. His eyes were bulging under the crush of the heavier woman who must have weighed almost 100 pounds more than her girlfriend! He was desperately trying not to groan out loud. Then the two women began walking around on him, enjoying the strange feel of him underfoot! Bob wasn't used to women standing on him for so long. He could feel so much pressure building up in his head from the crush on his body he thought some arteries might burst. But the two women kept walking around on him, laughing as they did so. As his body continued to be mashed under 400 pounds of stocking foot crush Bob became terrified. He couldn't breathe and he could feel his stomach muscles beginning to weaken under the slow relentless trampling of the laughing women's large stocking feet. As the women continued to crush him, Bob became desperate to lie still and make no sound even tough the combined weight of the trampling women was keeping him from breathing and he was starting to get light headed. But then he realize that if he fainted, and they didn't get off of him soon thereafter, he would actually die from lack of air--literally having been trampled to death under the stocking feet of these woman! He thought he might best cry out for mercy and take his chances. But before he could, the heavy women started walking up his chest almost crushing his ribs beneath the massive press of her stocking feet and said, "Hey, has this thing got a head?" With horror, Bob pictured his head under the stocking foot of this huge woman! Judging by the tremendous crush she was putting down on his chest, he knew that she probably had the weight to literally press his skull flat! But, just as he was about to gasp out loud for her to stop, she slipped. Her stocking foot slid right off of Bob's chest toward his throat. Fortunately, her foot didn't come down on his throat but, instead, her stocking toes stepped on the side of his neck and the first carpet roll took the weight of her stocking heel. At the same time, she dropped her high heeled shoe onto Bob's forehead which so surprised him that he almost cried out. The spike heeled shoe then bounced off his forehead and landed upside down over Bob's mouth and nose. Still, he had to just lie there, breathing deeply from the heavy aroma of the huge woman's spike heeled shoe and praying not to be caught. Then she bent down and began feeling for her shoe with her hands and by pure luck found it before finding his face. Finally, the two women stepped off of him and continued their tour. The worst part of the whole experience, of course, had been that he was almost killed. If the heavy woman had stepped down on his throat with her full weight it could easily have been the end of him! From that time on, Bob kept his chin tightly tucked to his breast bone to protect his throat whenever a woman walked on his chest. The second incident was a transcendent experience for Bob, but again, he was quite injured and almost killed. In this case, two bus loads of teenage girls from a local Catholic school came through the spook house on a free pass he had sent them for their field trip to the fair. As the large crowd of young girls entered the spook house Bob positioned himself between the carpet rolls. This time his heart was pounding more than usual. When he was a boy he had gone to a parochial school for a time and he could remember observing the teenage girls as they left school for the day and watching their feet tramp by the open basement window where his classroom was. He had dreamed of being under those trampling feet--and now his dream was actually coming true! This time it wasn't just one or two women who would step on him, this time he had placed himself literally right in the way of a 60 girl stampede--just like in his fantasy! As Bob lay there in the blackness, down in the scent of old carpet and sawdust, he became more tense then he had ever been. Over the loudspeakers howling their ghost noises and banshee shrieks he could hear the loud laughter, chatter, and squeals of delight of 60 schoolgirls as they tramped and stumbled their way toward him in the dark. He began to think that with so many girls he might somehow get caught. Perhaps some would lose their balance and fall all over him and he'd be found out. But as they got closer he suddenly felt a greater fear go through him. This new fear was caused by the sound of so many girl's voices accompanied by the ever louder thumping and trampling of scores of hard soled patent leather shoes (which were part of their uniforms), all coming toward him in the inky darkness. He began to wonder if maybe this girl stampede wasn't such a good idea. He recalled seeing the girls getting off the buses and that some of them were pretty tall--almost full-grown. For a moment he thought of getting out of their way. But when he heard how young their voices sounded as they drew near, and when he could smell the sweet perfumes that young girls like to wear wafting down over him, Bob not only decided to stay put, he got a terrible hard on. Then, as a spontaneous reaction to his excitement, he pulled his c--- out of his pants thinking that he might somehow rub himself as they walked on him although he wasn't sure how because he had to keep his arms pinned at his sides under the edges of the carpet rolls. Even in the inky blackness Bob knew when the girls in the lead reached his place because the first carpet roll along his right side sank down under someone's weight. "What's this?" some girl said, as she stood on the first carpet roll. She sounded very young, but her shadow looked quite tall. Bob's heart was pounding. The voices of many young girls answered her, "Go on." "Keep going." But she stayed where she was. Then Bob felt the carpet roll depress further and further. God, Bob thought, How many girls are standing on the carpet roll alongside of me? Looking up through the dark Bob thought he saw the shadows of four girls, perhaps five, all in a row looming above him. He could see the combined outlines of their pleated skirts directly over him. He could smell their clean cloths and the scent of soap, hair-spray and perfume, and dimly, he sensed a collection alongside him of long white legs like a forrest of birch in the starlight. All the girls seemed to be standing abreast, intimidated from going forward by the feel of the carpet roll. Bob could also hear screams and squeals from girls far away which reminded him of just how many girls there were in the spook house. "Go on!" Said one of the girls standing over him. Bob trembled in anticipation, bracing himself, tightening his stomach muscles, and forcing his chin down tightly over his breastbone. What happened next almost cost him his life. The first girl to step forward was far to one side, not on the usual path, in fact Bob was looking straight up at her. From his position down between the carpet rolls her silhouette seemed to tower over him making the schoolgirl look like a giantess. Then, before Bob realized what was happening, she took the first step. To his horror, Bob then felt the hard sole of the schoolgirl's cool, firm patent leather shoe come down over his face! He didn't know what to do but lie very still. The bottom of the girl's shoe felt surprisingly large--it smelled of the street, of leather, and of her gently scented foot. No one had ever stepped on his face before--but she wasn't stepping down--she was feeling around with her foot, so he waited--then, without his expecting it, another girl heavily stepped onto his stomach--the shock of feeling a foot on his face had caused him to relax his stomach muscles without meaning to--"Oh, gross," the girl stepping onto his stomach said, "This is smushy!"--then the large hard sole covering his face crushed down with an enormous pressure as the teenage girl stood upon his head with her full weight--Bob saw stars and moaned beneath the girl's merciless foot--when he moaned the girl crushing his face squealed at the sound and jumped off of him using his face as a springboard; breaking his nose--One girl said, "This is scary, come on"--then all the girls proceeded forward--many hard soles trampled over him crushing the air out of him--someone kicked his c--- as she passed by--it ached--a girl stepped on his chest--a very heavy girl, her heel sank into him--it was all happening too fast--he couldn't brace himself--there were too many girls--these teenagers were much heavier than he had expected--two girls on his stomach ground their feet into him and mashed him down--"Ooh, this is squashy!"--he turned his face to one side just in time for another, heavier girl to step on his head--she crushed his ear under her heel causing the other side of his face to be mashed into the hard floor beneath her weight--another girl walked over his groin--followed by another who actually pushed his long hard c--- down under her foot and then squashed it atop his leg as she walked on it--yet another stepped on his stomach and said, "Bouncy!" and proceeded to hop on him--her friend, standing on Bob's chest said, "Let me try!" As these two bounced on his stomach they blocked the main path for the other girls who then began to go around them. Because of this, another young girl casually brought her foot down onto Bob's c--- but, unlike the first girl to do so, this one stepped down between his legs forcing the head of his c--- onto the hard floor where the young girl then stepped on it with her solid leather heel. The crush under the teenager's foot was so severe that Bob thought he could feel the head of his c--- burst from its skin. His scream was covered over by another girl who, at that very moment, walked right over his open mouth with her large foot. Her imposing adolescent weight crushed his front teeth loose--he then turned away and another girl stepped on his head mashing his face into the floor--followed by another, and another who was so heavy that he thought his skull would burst when she stepped on him--she walked over his head quite slowly, trying to keep her balance, and after she stepped off of him his ears were ringing--two more walked over his injured c--- which was still hard even though it throbbed with pain--another girl stepped down in his crotch forcing his c--- upright where it rubbed against her firm stocking ankle--as he felt this happen another girl walked over his head rolling it under her crushing foot making his ears ring louder--a second girl stopped and stood on him, standing in his crotch--pinning his upright c--- between her stocking ankle and the stocking ankle of the girl standing next to her. "What's that?" she asked as she rapidly moved her foot back and forth causing his c--- to quickly roll to and fro between the two young girls' imprisoning stocking ankles. He unloaded his come with a great squirt right up the stocking legs of both schoolgirls. The pain from coming through his broken c--- was severe but he also experienced the most exquisite satisfaction!
As the two girls moved on, another stepped between his legs onto his nut-sack. She missed stepping on one of his balls, but the other was pressed down and would have been crushed flat but for the fact that she caught it under the edge of her heel which allowed it to pop out from under her as she put her full weight down. Lightning flashed in Bob's eyes and he was overwhelmed by a surge of aching agony. Bob screamed and two other girls who had been dancing their hard soled feet deep into his stomach squealed and jumped off. "Hey," someone yelled back to the remaining girls, "that one makes a good noise!" "What one?" Someone asked. In a panic of agony Bob tried to get up and escape. Instantly he was forced back down by four more girls stepping onto him at the same time. "Hey, this feels weird," one of the four said. Then she reached down with her hands and felt his chest and shirt. Bob was terrified. They were going to find him out! He had just come on two of the girl's legs! They'd figure it all out and he'd go to jail for sure. "Hey, you guys," the girl who had felt him shouted with glee, "it's a dead body! Feel it." The other girls didn't touch him with their hands but walked around on him. The weight of the four schoolgirls was terrible--it was the heaviest crush he had ever experienced, well over 400 pounds, but he endured it to keep from being discovered. "Go on, you guys, move" said some more girls waiting to walk forward. "No, it's a dead body," said the girls standing on him, "Come feel." Then, to his horror, the four girls moved around on him to make room as three more managed to squeeze in and join them! The girl crushing his breast bone under her hard shoes made room by stepping one foot over onto the side of Bob's head, "Hey," she said, here's its head!" Bob realized in a panic that so many girls were able to stand on him at one time because his carpet rolls were acting like boundaries--"jesus god" Bob groaned softly, as he felt his eyes bulging from their sockets beneath 800 pounds of teenage girl crush, "somebody help me, I'm being crushed to death," but no one heard him. "Doesn't this body feel weird?" he heard a girl say. "Yeah," said another, "where'd you say its head was?" Bob couldn't breathe or move, the young schoolgirls were crushing him alive. He heard the one above him triumphantly answer, "Its head is under my foot." By the sound of her voice she couldn't have been be more than 15. "Should I crush it?" She asked. "Why not," another girl answered, "the three of us have crushed this stomach flat!" Yeah," said another, "they're going to have to repair this exhibit after we're done." They laughed. "Okay," said the 15-year-old, "I'll just pretend it's my little brother's head and mash it." Then Bob felt the pressure under the hard sole of her shoe growing steadily more intense as the teenage girl brought her weight down on his head. Then she stood on his head and bounced her weight. "Crush! crush! crush!" she chanted. Bob saw stars. A ringing tone in his ears oscillated to the cruel bouncing of the teenager's weight. Then, using her full weight she ground the side of his face mercilessly under her foot, tearing his ear beneath her hard grinding heel. "Nope," she announced, "it won't break." She then stepped back onto his chest. The other six girls remained standing on him. Bob was passing out from lack of air. Under the 800 pounds of girl crush he was becoming delirious, But you are good girls, Catholic girls, you would never hurt anyone, please, girls, let me go, mercy--then through the haze of his numb mind he heard the 15-year-old girl standing at the front of his chest say, "Maybe if I stomp its head I can smash it!" In a last desperate effort to live, Bob tried to cry out "please miss, no" but he couldn't get air or even move--his arms were pinned under his sides and his body was becoming numb. Then he felt the girl shift her weight onto one foot as she raised the other. Bob made a small pleading sound--no one heard him. "Stomp!" the young girl shouted. There was an explosion of light in Bob's head. His ears were ringing so loudly it was deafening. A great pain went through his skull. "Did you flatten it?" someone asked. "Nope, I guess it must be made of wood or plastic or something." "Well," another girl said, "you shouldn't break it anyway, it's private property!" "Oh yeah," said the cruel 15-year-old, "well, if it's my little brother's head, it deserves to be stomped flat!" She raised her foot again while the other girls laughed. "You little brat," she said as if talking to her helpless little brother, "You like to make faces at me, brat? Well let's see how your little face looks after your big sister's stomped on it!" Another great burst of light. Bob opened his mouth and threw up. His vomiting was muffled by a banshee shriek on one of the speakers. The girls didn't notice. They finally all stepped off of him and proceeded on the tour. Two more girls stepped onto his chest. He had no strength to tense his muscles any longer. This made the girls feel heavier than ever. "Yuck, somebody's puked," said one girl as she walked over his stomach. "Yeah," others added as they walked over him, "someone's tossed her cookies." "Wow," it stinks in here, somebody threw up." Because of the smell from his vomit, the next twenty girls didn't stop on him, although they did trample over him without mercy. After it was over, he was barely able to crawl to the back door of the spook house and get to his trailer. His nose was smashed and his ear was ripped. His c--- was bleeding and had a large lump in it. His stomach and ribs were a mass of pain. He was actually covered with girls' footprints left in images of gray dust on his black clothing. His teeth were loose and his head ached. There was a ringing in his ears. His nose was bleeding. His balls throbbed. But even with all this, he felt himself getting hard thinking about the two young Catholic girls who were now walking about the fair with his come dripping down their stocking legs and into their shoes where they would walk on it with their stocking feet. Would they wonder why they were wet? What would they make of the smell? Then, in his smashed state he lay down on his bed and jerked off his aching c--- to the memory of how he had almost been stomped to death by a 15-year-old schoolgirl! Surely, he would have been the first man ever to have died that way! Later, after changing into cloths without footprints on them, he decided to go to the hospital and tell the doctor he had been beaten up so they could make sure he didn't have any permanent injuries. When he got there he told the doctor that once they had knocked him down, the two thugs who mugged him had started kicking him. The doctor agreed that it had been a very professional going over and that he was lucky to be alive. He even had to file a false report with the police to cover up what had really happened to him. He spent the next two days in the hospital. You would think that after what Bob had gone through he would have quit his little leisure activity. And, to be sure, he did for a while. But soon his bruises and wounds healed and then something too exciting for him to pass up came along. On Saturday the "Ohio" State Fair was holding a Tall Miss "Ohio" contest with rehearsals on Thursday and Friday. On Thursday Bob went to look the contestants over and was astounded to find two dozen women competing all of whom were 6'1" or taller! The tallest, named Sandra, was a shocking 6'10" in her size 14 stocking feet, and, with her 6" high heels on for the swimsuit competition, topped out at an amazing 7'4"! Naturally, Bob gave out free passes to all of the contestants including Sandra and waited for them at the spook house. On Friday, two women, both about 6'4" came through the spook house. They walked over Bob's chest one at a time. Both were wearing sandals. Although these two women were very heavy, he had been stepped on by heavier women before. But he had never been under any women with feet as large as theirs! His fantasy of being a boy was wonderfully satisfied because their feet were so large compared with him. They must have both worn about a size 11! However, they didn't linger and he didn't suffer too much as they walked over him. But the giantess Sandra didn't show up. Bob was desperate for her to crush him. He became fixated on her. What must she weigh? Even if it were as much as two women, he had handled that before. But size 14 feet! Oh god, he had to feel what it was like to be under those. None of the contestants came by on Friday, and he doubted that they would bother on the day of the competition. So he went looking for Sandra. When he found her, he offered her another free pass to his spook house. She was standing on the stage in her high heels looking down at him. He stood in awe before the titanic frame of this giantess. "What's the deal?" she asked in a voice deeper than most women's. "Why do you want me to go through your place so bad?" "No reason," Bob said, "but I've worked very hard to make it the best and I give free passes to everyone connected with the fair. I guess I'm just proud of my work. It really is scary in there. "Well," the towering giantess said, looking at him somewhat coldly, "maybe tonight after the contest if I don't have anything better to do--if you say it's that good." Bob waited eagerly in the spook house the rest of the day. Oh man, oh man, He kept thinking to himself, he couldn't believe it! This couldn't be happening! But as evening approached and the hours passed Sandra didn't show up. Even though it was now dark Bob thought that she might still come, so he waited some more. The problem was that he had to take a leak really badly but didn't dare for fear that while he was away giant Sandra would come by. So he waited. An hour later, when the fair was about to close, he saw her gigantic form enter the spook house. The contest was over and it was a hot night. The giantess was still in her swimsuit. She was barefoot and carrying her huge high heels in her enormous hands. Bob quickly lay down between the carpet rolls, heart pounding. Oh god! He thought. I don't believe this is happening. What must she weigh? It was very late and they were all alone in the spook house. Even the kid out front had left Bob to close up. Slowly he could hear the giantess approaching. When she reached his position he looked up and saw looming before him the most enormous silhouette he had ever seen in his life. He braced himself for the crush. For just an instant he feared that with her great stride, she might step right over him. But then he felt her gigantic foot, warm and huge, slowly covering the entire width of his lower abdomen. Then he felt the massive sole of her huge foot as it began to crush down--oh no! he thought--she was stepping right on his full bladder! She put her full weight down. The crush on his bladder from the weight of the giantess was so appalling that despite his efforts to hold it in, a high pressure stream of piss was forced right out his cock. The horrible pain made him double up and scream loudly. His piss continued to squirt into his pants in a fine stream under the enormous pressure of the towering woman's huge foot. He waited in agony for her to get off of him, but she didn't. She just stood there. Had she heard him scream? Then she turned, grinding her giant bare heel into him forcing more piss to gush out. Then she stepped up onto his chest with both feet so she was facing him. He felt the air rush from his body as her huge feet completely squashed his chest down beneath her immense weight. Her feet were so long that even though her large toes were almost touching his chin, her bare heels were pressing down on his stomach! He groaned, "oh jesus!" This time she must have heard him! He could feel the blood pressure building up in his hot face as spittle ran out of the corners of his mouth. In terror he groaned loudly as he could, "Get off, get off!" But the enormous woman just stood there. Then he heard her say in her deep woman's voice from so far above him, "I thought something funny was going on over here, so I decided to see for myself. So, this is your little game, is it? You want to feel what it's like to have a giant woman step on you. Am I right, you little pervert?" Then she leaned back a bit, sinking her huge, heavy bare heels into his soft stomach. "Oh, mercy!" he gurgled as some of his stomach acid roiled up into his mouth beneath the crush of her weight. "Are you enjoying yourself down there, little man?" she asked sarcasticly. "You know," she continued, while he struggled desperately to breathe beneath her overwhelming weight, "I've always wondered what it would be like to crush a little man like you. I guess I'm going to find out tonight, aren't I?" As her giant feet moved about playing with him beneath her dreadful weight he groaned, "that would be murder. p..p..pl..please, get off me!" "No," the giantess said, "it would just be an accident. They'll see what you were doing in here and put it all together. Now!" she said with more force in her powerful voice, "Prepare yourself, little man, because I'm going to crush you to death! I'm going to step on your head and squash it under me like a mellon! I want to feel your puny brains ooze up between my big toes!" He turned his face away. "n..n..no," he whimpered. Then he felt the bottom of her enormous bare foot as it covered the side of his face, dwarfing his head by comparison. Then she started to press down, slowly. "Crush!" the immense woman said through her teeth. Then, like the time before when the young girl had stood on his head, he saw stars and his ears started to ring. But unlike the last encounter, this time the weight on his head continued past the weight of the schoolgirl, slowly becoming heavier and heavier. He felt like his head was in some great machine press and there was no way to stop it. Heavier! He shut his eyes. Even heavier! "I'm going to crush youuuu!" She hissed. His head was going to burst! Still Heavier! He shut his eyes and waited for the explosion, groaning, "oh goddess, no, i don't want to die, i'll do anything." Suddenly, the growing pressure halted where it was, and then, slowly, she released him from the awesome crush beneath her enormous foot. "Really?" she said. "Okay then, let's play first." She was still standing on the chest of the terrified man. His ribs felt as though they might all suddenly burst at once. "pl..pl..please. i can't breathe." "That's not my problem!" she said severely. "Here," she said thrusting her toes in his face, "suck my big toe!" He dutifully opened wide and received an enormous toe which filled his whole mouth. She then cruelly wiggled her long toe so as to rake the back of his throat with her toe nail. He gagged and tried to cough, but she continued to plunge her huge toe in and out of his moist mouth giving him no relief from the choking. "I've been standing in those hot heels all evening, little man, so lick between my toes! Bathe my foot, you worm." Desperate for her mercy he plunged his tongue between he toes and licked them clean. Sometimes while he cleaned between her moist toes she cruelly grabbed his tongue between them and squeezed it. "This floor is dirty," she announced. "Lick the bottoms of my feet." She presented him with the enormous wrinkled soles of her gigantic size 14 feet for cleaning, first one, then the other. Her feet were dirty from the floor of the spook house, but in his terror he had no choice but to lick the dirt from her massive soles. As he licked the bottoms of her feet he said, "pl..pl..please...don't step down...don't kill me. i...meant you...no harm....i'm just...a....useless pervert....but i...don't deserve to....die." Then the giantess stepped off of him placing her huge feet on each of the carpet rolls. "All right," she said, "but don't you move." "i..i.. won't, i swear." He heard noises above him in the dark like she might be rearranging her swimsuit. "This is for you," she said, her voice coming down from the darkness. Then something warm sprinkled down on him. This was followed by the forceful splatter of a constant torrent. She was pissing on him! He turned his face trying not to drown. The deluge from the giantess seemed to last forever and he just lay there beneath it whimpering in silent humiliation. Finally the splattering stream coming down from the darkness above him stopped. "One more thing," the huge woman said. "I need to leave my mark on you so you will remember this night." Then he heard the hard "klop" of something landing on the concrete floor next to his head. He could tell by the sound that she had dropped her large shoe. Then she dropped the other shoe on the other side of him. Next, the gigantic woman shuffled the shoes around with her huge feet, first one and then the other, as she stepped into them and stood tall in the dark to a towering height of 7'4". "oh god," he said, "what are you doing?" "Your head or your hand!" she said. "what?" "Which do you want me to step on with my 6" spike heel, your head or your hand?" "oh, pl...please, no." he moaned. "oh god, my h..h..hand, i suppose." "Now," the giantess purred, "be a good little boy and put the palm of your hand under mommy's heel, come on now, you don't want me to get mad, do you? Don't worry," she added, "mommy won't step down too hard, just enough to teach the naughty little boy a lesson." Terrified, he slowly turned his left hand palm up and slid in beneath the hard point of the long stiletto heel that she had raised up slightly for him right alongside his trembling face. With his palm under the hard point of the heel he could feel the bottom of the massive curving arch of her size 14 shoe with his fingertips. "pl..please, don't," he begged. Then he saw the titanic silhouette lean to one side. There was a sickening SCRUNCH sound and he screamed in agony. The pain from his hand was so extreme he tried to pull it out from under her. But his hand was unmovable--it was nailed to the floor by her long spike heel! "Oh God! Oh My God!!" he screamed. Through his screams he heard her laughter, "What's the matter, baby?" the crushing giantess said tauntingly, "Did mommy step down with her spike heel just a little too hard?" She raised her foot off of him, but his hand raised up with it, stuck to the stiletto heel! She had to shake his hand loose while he pulled it off the spike. She then turned and left the spook house, thumping along the wooden walkway in her giant heels to the accompaniment of his screams of agony. Bob raised his smashed hand up high above his head because the pain became unbearable when he let it rest at his side. As he raised his hand up he could feel warm rivulets of blood running down his wrist. Terrified, he tucked his smashed hand under his right armpit and made his way out the back to the trailer. In the light he saw to his horror that there was an entrance hole in his left palm that went clean through to the back of his hand where he could see the whites of broken bones surrounding the exit hole. He put on a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. He rushed to the hospital where they removed the tourniquet and replaced it with a band they wound around and around his entire forearm until his hand was white as a sheet. Then they cauterized the wound which hurt like hell. He was trying to think of what to tell the doctor this time (oddly, he had the same emergency room doctor as last time) when the doctor said to the nurse, "Gunshot wound to the hand, through and through, looks like about .25 caliber. Hey, pal, do you know who shot you?" Bob said that he had no idea and they all agreed he was lucky to have been shot in the hand rather than someplace else like the head. Bob agreed. He then filed another fake police report while he waited for the hand specialist to operate on him. Bob's hand is mostly recovered now, but he still can't make a tight fist of carry heavy bags with his left hand. And the giantess was correct, there is a deep circular scar in the center of his palm by which to remember her. Was Bob finally done with his addiction? No. He is as hooked as ever. He tells me that he now has added something new to his place of "work." Deep in the spook house he now has a staircase leading up to a gallows where lights flash on a hanging man with worms coming out of his eyes. The customers enjoy it. Then, as they prepare to descend the other side of the staircase, they look down into two floodlights shining up at them from the sides of the stairs near the floor. These two lights blind the customers to the inky blackness at the foot of the stairs. A recorded voice says, "Enter the black pit of doom at your peril!" The stairs narrow to single file at the bottom where they find that the wooden walkway continues through the dark over various odds and ends. At the foot of the stairs Bob has made a face-in-the-floor set up that he learned from me (see two issues back). He lies under the stairs and floorboards with his blackened face fitted into an oval cut in the floorboard right at the foot of the stairs. He braces the back of his head with a board. The floodlights are just above him pointing up. He has a half-step stair that he can pull out from under the last step on the stairs to cover his face when men come down the stairs. Men descending the stairs, therefore, find the last step past the floodlights down into the darkness to be an odd half step before reaching the ground. But a woman who steps out into the darkness will unknowingly bring her foot down on a living face-in-the-floor! So now Bob lies there, watching as the latest in a long line of female torturers stands at the top of his staircase, the staircase which leads directly to his trapped face. She is tall, blonde and about 30-years-old looking something like a younger version of Cibil Sheppard. She is wearing a short skirt and what appear to be cute stylish shoes with firm, but small leather heels. She is bathed in the floodlights. From Bob's position, as she descends the stairs, she appears enormous. She is looking right down at Bob (although she can't see him through the floodlights) making him feel like a bug that she has decided to go and step on. He lies there helplessly, looking up her skirt as she approaches, looking at her long stocking legs, large stocking thighs, and full-sized pantied crotch--watching as her large sexy feet tromp down the stairs closer and closer to his small helpless face--an enormous goddess coming to crush the little boy at the bottom of the stairs--coming to crush him to death! Finally, she towers over him, raises her large foot and steps down into the darkness. Bob looks up at the bottom of her foot pleading silently with her, waiting for his delicate face to once again experience the terrible crush found under the foot of a full-grown woman who has no idea she is stepping on anything of significance. Bob knows he is crazy. His nose is now flat like a boxer's because it has been broken so often. And, he is sure that someday he'll take one chance too many and let a tall, beautiful woman step on him with a hard or sharp heel that will cost him an eye. But, until then, he remains a small, helpless boy at the feet of grown women who step on him without mercy, press him flat beneath their adult weight, and crush him into ecstasy.
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