The Secret part 1

[Tramplee]

Found this story on the old Geocites crush story board – Enjoy!
Let me know it you want to contact Bob (see part 2).
THE SECRET
Dear Goddess Kathy,

When I was a boy I used to dream of being trampled by grown women. I can't remember exactly when these feelings first started, but I think I was about 9. That's about when I began to dream of being crushed under the feet of my teachers, my aunt, my older sister's girlfriends, and just about any sexy woman I saw. To give you an idea of how desperate I was back then, when I was in the presence of women I used to lie down on the floor (they'd ignore me), I'd lie right in their paths (they'd step over me), even dare them to step on me (they just thought I was a jerk), I tried everything! But none of my efforts to get a woman to knowingly step on me ever worked. Now that I am grown, if anything, the fantasy of being trampled by women has become stronger. I'm sure you've heard all this kind of thing before, but my fantasy has changed and is a little different now.

In my current dreams, women never realize they are stepping on me. I suppose this has come about because I had no luck when I was a kid getting any of them to deliberately do it. So now, this new fantasy is what turns me on the most. Besides, if a woman doesn't know I'm there she can just walk on me with no concern for my safety--she can just crush down and whatever happens to me is just too bad! So I have dreams like the one in which I fall down in a narrow hallway during a fire and get trampled and crushed in a stampede of models in high heels who had been doing a photo session nearby, or perhaps crushed by women rushing a store in a mall like they did trying to buy cabbage patch dolls a few years ago.

Of course, none of these things is ever likely to happen to me. The only time I ever had the experience of being truly crushed by a woman who didn't know I was there, was when I was 10 years old. That was when I got under the wooden staircase in our basement and snuck my fingers in the way of my very tall and sexy aunt as she went up the stairs. She was wearing new pumps with hard leather soles and, as she climbed the stairs, I stuck my fingers out just in time to get them under her foot as she stepped down. I did it because at the time I liked to dream about my aunt stepping on me, and I thought it would be exciting to actually have it happen. But in reality, it turned out to be a very frightening experience for me. I don't know why, but even though I was small for my age, I never thought that a grown woman like my aunt would be so heavy!! The sole of her high heeled foot just covered all my fingers and then--CRUSH!!! The press of my aunt's weight was dreadful! As she stepped down, it was like there was no end to how heavy she was!! My fingers were just mashed by the enormity of her weight! God! I was really scared! I thought my fingers were gone--turned to goo! I would have screamed but for the fact that she stepped off of me an instant later. I couldn't believe how much it hurt! I was waving my fingers in the air and dancing around in agony for quite a few minutes after that. I mean, wow! It felt like she weighed a ton! And there was no mercy!

I still think about it. In fact, up to that time I had always fantasized about my aunt punishing me by walking over me again and again. But after having felt her weight for real, I knew if she had ever walked over me just once, I would have been crushed to death!--That became my new fantasy--my aunt crushing me to death--something that the staircase experience had taught me would have been the real result if she had ever actually walked on a boy like me!! But do you see my point, giantess? If for some reason my aunt had known I was under the stairs and was sticking out my fingers, and then had decided to step on me for a tease, she would have been light on her feet or gentle in some way. Instead, I got totally crushed because she had no idea I was there! Giantess, you know so much about this sort of thing, I need your help. I guess I could hire a woman to crush me and ask her to pretend that she didn't know I was there, but it wouldn't be the same because I'd know that she was pretending. Is there any thing you can think of so I can be in the way of women's feet and get trampled without them knowing it. I can't think of a thing, but I'm dreaming that you'll tell me there's a way!

Signed,
Desperate!

[Tramplee]

Dear Desperate,

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!

[Tramplee]

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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.

[Tramplee]

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.

* * * * * The story you have just read is basically true, although I had fun exaggerating and building on it. There really is a Bob, however, and he really did have all the things mentioned in the story happen to him except for the giantess part, which I added because I felt he deserved it and would have loved to have done it to him myself! Bob really does have the set-ups described (the carpet rolls, bridge, and new staircase with face-in-the-floor). He is in business each year between Memorial Day and the week after Labor Day.

If anyone wishes, including you, Mr. Desperate, he can arrange through me to get in touch with "Bob." You see, Bob is not opposed to making a little extra cash and for $1,000 he will train you how to work his spook house set up and leave you to it for the day. He even promises to work that day as barker and try to send in some of the best women he can find to crush you! Who knows, maybe even a Miss Tall "Ohio!" However, he takes no responsibility for injuries and will deny he knows you if you are caught. If that is too expensive, Bob has a simpler suggestion. Go to any spook house you can walk through. Wear dark cloths. Find a dark spot and hide near the dark walkway. Take out your wallet and set it on the ground away from you and the people. Let your eyes get dark adapted. Place your hand where women can walk over it. Enjoy the terrible crushing! If someone complains about you, of if you get caught (spook house owners and staff are often on the lookout for molesters) just say you were worried about pickpockets so you were transferring your wallet from your back pocket to your front one and dropped it. A quick search with a flashlight will find your wallet and you'll be off the hook!

The only trouble is that spook houses like Bob's are becoming harder and harder to find as new ones are going to automation and fancier theme park set ups with cars to ride in. So, if you have trouble finding something, Bob suggests that you set up a spook house in your own home for Halloween. Use Bob's tricks and hire some kids to hand out candy and such while you "work the ghosts" in a special dark place. Bob suggests that you don't try to get too fancy, and just go for getting your fingers crushed, unless, of course, you have room to do the carpet rolls and set up "bodies" at earlier positions to prime the women not to be surprised by the feel of you. Be sure to put out a sign, parents welcome. Sure lot's of kids will come through, but you'll also get plenty of chances to be crushed alive under the feet of some tall and sexy moms!

Bob even knows of a college student who set up a spook house with his fraternity brothers on Halloween for the sorority women on campus. The young man simply told his frat brothers flat out that he would lie on the floor along the walkway in the dark and when the women stepped on him he'd grab their legs and growl! He made a point of how strong his stomach was and that he was sure no girl could hurt him! His frat brothers thought that was a great idea and never suspected his fetish. That Halloween, hundreds of college girls, one by one, stepped all over him! And, just as each one would start to realize something was odd about what she was standing on, he'd roar, grab her ankles, and she'd scream. Adding to his thrill was the fact that when a woman screamed, she'd often jump on him hard or trample around on him before leaping off. He scared the hell out of each of them and was a real hit! None of the girls thought he was weird, although some would say things like, "Wow, didn't that hurt, I mean I'm pretty tall, and I really stepped down on you hard?" He'd lie and say, "Of course not," all the while enjoying the memory of the terrible crush he had felt under the young woman's feet.

His luck ran out, however, when on that Halloween night a couple of girls returned for a second time. Their breath smelled of booze and they were smiling. They asked his frat brothers if they could go into the spook cave and have another try at the guy on the floor while wearing "these," at which point they both showed off some fearfully long and sharp looking spike heels! His frat brothers though that was hilarious and sent the evil girls in. Once inside, they walked over to where they knew the young man was hiding in the darkness and then, both girls stepped on him at the same time. As he yelled and screamed for mercy the two girls trampled around on him saying, "Now it's our turn, honey!" and "Yeah, it's time for you to learn a little lesson, mister!" Outside his frat brothers laughed themselves silly while they listened to his voice screaming, "Oh God! No! Oh my God that hurts! Don't! Oh, please! Stop! Oh God, you're crushing me! Stop!" So you see, there's hardly any limit to what you might think up for your crushing enjoyment. In fact, I haven't really scratched the surface of the stuff good old Bob is up to.

[Tramplee]

I mean, Bob does other things in his spook house besides what I've mentioned. For instance, twisted as he is, Bob once calculated that the average woman's weight coming down on a 4 oz. mouse, would be the same as placing 50 tons on the average man! With this in mind, Bob sometimes likes to place live mice in the spook house pathway when women come through. He does this by taping the tails of the mice to a plywood board that he can quickly slip onto the dark walkway when a group of attractive women enter the spook house. Bob likes to imagine that the mice are little men trapped in the path of 50 ton giantesses! Can you imagine what it would be like to be one of Bob's poor mice--what it would be like to literally go under the enormous foot of a skyscraper-sized goddess, and then, to feel her compress and crush your tiny, soft helpless body beneath her colossal weight without mercy?

But that's what Bob does. He puts his little friends right in the way of giant women. After the women have passed by, Bob uses a penlight to investigate the condition of his little "men." It is common for some of the mice to appear unharmed having, fortunately for them, missed going under the tread of the sexy "50 ton giantesses" who tramped past in the dark. As for the unlucky ones, Bob discovers that the dreadful effects of a "50 ton" woman's weight are all too evident. Typically, all that is left of a living, breathing mouse after it has been stepped on by a full-grown woman is a sizeable blood stain, in the center of which is a leveled mash of gut-grease and splattered bones. Beyond the initial mess, Bob's penlight usually finds a few large, moist female footprints along the plywood where the woman has continued walking on after having squashed her live victim flat beneath the bone-crunching, gut-puking press of her "50 tons!" Upon close inspection Bob often discovers that the damp footprints exiting the scene of annihilation contain a few tiny teeth or little bits of bloody fur. In a word, the crushing is severe!

In fact, the same tall blonde with the huge boobs who crushed Bob's fingertip so thoroughly also did quite a number on one of his smaller mice. For that little mouse, Bob figured, the blonde Amazon must have weighed the equivalent of 100 tons!! After the towering blonde had passed by, Bob actually found a tiny paw in the center of one of the Amazon's large bloody footprints three full steps away from where she had crushed her tiny victim to death! That's how long the flattened, severed paw had stayed stuck to the bottom of her shoe. And, close inspection of the grease spot that had once been the mouse, revealed that the bones were crushed under such pressure that the marrow had actually been squashed out of them! Wow! I bet a woman with that much weight would burst and flatten such a helpless tiny creature beneath her hard soles so fast that she wouldn't even feel it when she stepped on it. In fact, at first Bob thought she missed the mouse because she didn't even slow down, indicating that she felt nothing. Usually women in the spook house slow down a little when they feel they are walking over something. But not this time. Apparently, the dreadful "100 ton" crush under the foot of the Amazon was so severe that the poor tiny creature was literally liquefied by her weight! The giant blonde was so heavy that the tiny mouse actually lubricated the bottom of the her shoe, all without her ever knowing that she'd stepped on anything! She just walked right over that poor little creature with her Amazon weight, her big boobs, no doubt, contributing to the crush as they wobbled heavily in her bra as she stepped down and--SQUISH!!--a live mouse instantly pressed by her majestic weight into a totally flat stain of blood, marrow, and organ grease! Then the giantess walked on, depositing little remains of her tiny victim within her bloody footprints, including one flat paw. In the world of mice, I guess, that's what happens when you're unlucky enough to be stepped on by a 100 ton goddess!

Sometimes Bob wonders what these women must think later if they should happen to find blood and fur, or perhaps teeny teeth or a tiny paw, stuck to the bottoms of their "giant" shoes or sandals. So you see, Mr. Desperate, crushing is where you find it, just use your imagination! But, whatever any of you out there decide, I have no doubt that my crush freak fans will come up with some more good ideas. When you do, or if you already have, please write and let me know so I can tell all my readers what you are up to, what you're thinking about, or what you've done. Good luck getting stepped on--and let me know if I can help!
Love,
Kathy

Footnotes by Tramplee:

This story was written, I think, by Kathy Castro. She has a web page at

www.geocities.com/realtor_x/beware.html

but it is heavily overloaded! A copy of the home page is attached. (Rename it to .htm then open it with your browser)

There is a suitable dark walk-through attraction at Universal Studios, Southern CA, with an Egyptian pyrmaid theme to it.

There is a 400 lb BBW, who owns many pairs of high heel shoes and would be more than happy to crush you for a modest fee (up front, for obvious reasons!) at:
http://profiles.yahoo.com/fatchickpatty

Happy fantasising!

[Tramplee]

In the spirit of giving full credit where credit is due, Kathy Castro's contact info is as follows:

Kathy Castro
Post Office Box 28785
Bellingham, Wa. 98228
fiftyftwm@aol.com
http://www.geocities.com/RodeoDrive/3318/
title: Kathy Castro's Crush Page

Castro has a mail-order business catering to those whose interest in tall or giant women leans toward dominance and more aggressive attentions. She uses the nickname FiftyFtWmn (spelling in E-Mail address IS correct).

[BabesInBoots]

Where is Kahy Castro?

[chicagofeet]

The sensored portion of this famous classic involving a busload of girls almost distroying him before the tall woman's turn, has been published here many times before.

[BabesInBoots]

Where is this story below yopu speak of ... and where is Kathy nowadays? Can find nothing on her anymopre in search engines. Thanks...

The sensored portion of this famous classic involving a busload of girls almost distroying him before the tall woman's turn, has been published here many times before.

[mrtramplefantasy]

this is a good story i have the censor story but i don't want to posted it. Someone should do a remake of this story or do a cleaner version of the story without using underage girls

[Tramplee]

I no longer have the original of this story. You could clean it up for the board by inserting the text string "18-year-old" before every occurrence of the word "girl". Word, or any decent editor can do this for you.

Kathy Castro is still in Bellingham, WA. If you send a few bucks to Intelius they will give you her full contact info.
http://whitepages.anywho.com/results.php?ReportType=34&refer=2938&adword=ANYWHO.COM&qc=bellingham&qf=Kathy&qi=0&qk=10&qn=Castro&qs=WA

[BabesInBoots]

Kathy does not show up in Bellingham WA under the search. 3 others but not sure it is her. Thanks.... Anyone have success?

[BabesInBoots]

Cannot fint Kathy Castro ...

[flapjak]

Kathy does not show up in Bellingham WA under the search. 3 others but not sure it is her. Thanks.... Anyone have success?

Babes, you've been here for a looong time. Kathy left the scene over a decade ago, so you are way too late. Besides, there were many who believed that she was not a women at all (the woman in pics as a front). Don't waste your time looking anymore.

[BabesInBoots]

Thanks flapjak. :D

[trample_me_till_i_break]

Hello does any one know how a sub male might get strapped to a plank and trampled with in an inch to a possible 1/16 of an inch of his life?

[BabesInBoots]

Good question!

[Tramplee]

I can give you a couple of contacts in the LA area who would be glad to do this for you. Email me at dave42972000[at]yahoo.com. But you would have to travel quite a ways.

[feetloverin]

i want to read part 2 !