Caroline was my dad’s girlfriend that he had been dating for over a year. It was just he and I for the last 2 or so years since mom’s pasting before Caroline came along. A acquaintance of my dads introduced them and after about 6 months, she moved in with us. Caroline was 6’ tall, tan, brunette, beautiful blue eyes, semi curvy with legs to match. The first time I saw Caroline, she was wearing a short black one piece dress and 4" heeled sandals which made her way over 6’. The dress revealed every curve of her body. She was truly beautiful. My dad had just turned 40 and Caroline was just shy of 30 and me?, I just turned 11.

We were what I guess would be called upper class and we lived in a nice house and my dad was a top executive for a very large corporation and from time to time had to travel a lot. Before Caroline, my grandparents would stay with me. When Caroline moved in she quit her job and just took care me and my dad. I suppose the house too, but we had a maid that came once a week.

Caroline was very nice to everyone including me. At first I was shy and drawn from her as I had became accustom to just two of us around the house. After a time, I became more open to her. Finally Caroline and I became very good friends. Within a few months, I had really fallen for her and hoped when I grew up I would find someone just like her.

I had a thing for female feet and always wondered what it would feel like to have them rubbed all over me or even yet for a female to stand on me. I always were looking at her feet. Caroline was really big compared to me; 6’ vs. 4’9"/5’ or so. I remember one day after a long shopping spree at the mall, and getting home, Caroline went up stairs with the bags and came back down without her sneakers. The sneakers were the ones with the thick soles. I ran upstairs to check out the sneakers that she had just took off. I look down in the inter sole to see them stained from the sweat of her foot. I ran my hand down into the sneaker to feel where the sole had formed to her foot because of her weight. The sneakers were also very wet from the sweat of her foot because she wore them without socks. I also noticed the tag inside the sneaker read size 10.5 USA. I raised the sneaker to my nose and took a big smell. They were pretty stinky but the aroma was something I really liked! I checked out the other one, then some other of Caroline’s shoes that were in the closet. They all had the outline of Caroline’s foot print in them. I was hook on Caroline, her shoes and feet. I must have lost track of time and I got up from the floor and turned around to leave but…. there stood Caroline. "What are you looking for?" she asked. Before I could respond she asked, "did you loose something?. I was without words. Being somewhat shy, I just ran out of the room. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but it didn’t matter; I had been caught in the act, I was sure. I was afraid I was going to get in trouble, but worst, I was embarrassed on one hand and the other, what was I going to tell her if asked? An hour passed as I sat in my room alone wait for her to come though the closed door. Another hour passed. Then a knock on my door. I knew it was Caroline because we were the only ones home as my dad was in Europe on business for another week. I opened the door and there stood Caroline. I just stood there looking down at the floor waiting for her to say something. Then silence broke, " Dinners ready", she said turning and walking down stairs. I washed up and went to the kitchen for dinner. Caroline was a good cook and had made her famous home style pizza. I sat down at the table with her. Silence, you could hear a pin drop as I sat there barely eating, waiting for her to say something. We usually had the small TV on in the kitchen, but not tonight! Caroline had her legs crossed and occasionally swung her foot out and watched if I looked at it. I did a couple of times from the side of my eyes. She was testing me. I knew what had happened earlier up stairs was on her mind as well as mine. " Your not eating much tonight, are you feeling OK?, she asked. "Yes" I answered, "just not hungry right now". "I see" Caroline said as she got up. " I’ll save some pizza for later if you get hungry and later I have your favorite ice cream for dessert.!" I went back upstairs to my room. I could not get Caroline’s feet and shoes out of my head. I wanted to go back to her closet again to look, wishing I were her shoes and she was standing on me. My head was spinning. How to get to her feet? Or better yet, how to get her to stand on me?? Would she crush me if she stood on me? Would she still like me? Would she tell someone or worst, tell my dad? All these thoughts and more made me tired and I very lightly fell asleep. I soon awoke to Caroline’s voice from down stairs. I walked out of my room and there stood Caroline at the bottom of the stairs. " I’m going for a short walk, do you want to go?" she asked. I noticed Caroline had on the sneakers again from the afternoon. "No", I replied. I watched her go and then I ran upstairs and began to look and sniff all of her shoes. Some smelled, some did not, but they all had Caroline’s foot imprint in them. I found in the back a set of 4" black pumps that the right heel had been broken off. The tips were almost wore off. I thought to myself, that Caroline must weigh a lot to do this kind of damage to a shoe! Just about then, I heard the front door open and I bolted out of her room to my room. I walked down stairs to find Caroline sitting on the couch. She just started to untie her sneakers when I walked in. She looked at me with a smile as I sat in the chair. "Boy, my feet are so tired, I wish I had someone to massage them" as Caroline looked and grinned at me. All I could do is look at her beautiful feet. Her toes so perfect and sole just wide enough to drive you crazy. Her toes were painted dark maroon color. Then it occurred to me to offer a massage and in return, she would have to stand on me. This was my chance, but my mouth would not move. I just sat there frozen looking at her feet. "How about it?" Caroline spoke up again lifting her feet and wiggling her feet, then spreading her toes. I shrugged my shoulders as to point to myself as if to say ME. "Sure I guess" as I got up and walked over to her. "Sit here in front of me" It was awkward for her to lift her feet so she said "wait, lay here on your back in front of the couch and I will sit here on the couch and I will rest my feet on you and then you can massage them easy". This was better as Caroline would not be looking at me all the time. She rested one foot on my stomach and one on my chest and told me to rub her left foot as she slightly raised it up. I massage one then the other for about 20 minutes or so. Caroline leaned forward and thanked me for the rub. Then…, "here let me massage you" as she moved her feet up and down between my chest and stomach. All the time leaning forward watching me. Then she lifted her left foot up and placed it over my face. I laid there not moving a inch. Her beautiful foot covered my entire face and she then positioned her foot where my nose was between the ball of her foot and toes. The aroma of Caroline’s sweaty foot was all I could smell. " Do you like my feet?" she asked me. It sounded stupid at the time but all I could say was " yes, very much". " Well I like foot massages too. Maybe we could do this again sometime" as she removed her feet from me. It was my opportunity to counter offer. "Sure" I replied. "But only if you will try to stand on me". There, it was out! Caroline’s mouth dropped open. "WHAT!" she replied in shock I guess. "Only if you stand on top of me" I said again. "You mean you want me to stand on you, ME?" "Right" I said, my voice shaking. "Where do you think I can stand on you and not hurt you? Where?, your little chest or stomach?" Caroline giggled. "Both" I said. "I will crush you flat if I stood on you! I’m way too big and heavy for you to endure under me". "You can’t be that heavy, I’m pretty strong you know", I stuttered. I am 6’ tall and weight 180lbs or maybe more that that!" she said. "Lets try", I pleaded. "I don’t know" Caroline said, as she was amazed that I wanted her to stand on me. But she did let me touch her feet and SHE did put her feet in my face, so I hoped that she would sometime try to stand on me. One thing about Caroline, she was fun and very open minded about many things. But not tonight.

The next day, I schemed as to get Caroline to step up on me. Caroline was down stairs rearranging some furniture to make room for some big over stuffed chairs she had purchased. This was my chance to show her how strong I really was. I helped her move some things around and as I did, I commented on how heavy things were and how strong I must be. She made notice of it but just smiled. After we finished I went out back to the pool and swam awhile. The I laid by the pool with my sunglasses on trying to be cool and hoping Caroline would notice me for a big strong boy. Ten or so minutes I happened to glance over towards the house and saw Caroline standing by the big picture window that looked over the pool area looking down at me. When we made eye contact, she turned and walked away. That night, I asked her if she wanted a foot massage. "Sound good, but not tonight" she said. I was bummed as I went off to bed.

Wednesday afternoon I came into the house through the garage. Into the kitchen I walked to get something to drink from the front room and as I turned the corner, there stood Caroline standing on the scale weighing herself. She saw me and quickly stepped off. "I did not hear you come in, but its good your hear, we have errands to run. We were gone the rest of the afternoon and ended up having dinner out. On our way home Caroline starts talking about how her feet are sore and tired. I did not say thing. We got home shortly after 8pm. I helped her carry all of the bags into the house. "You certainly are strong today" as she notice all the bags I was bringing in. I replied "You bet, I could even carry you in too!" She turned and said kidding, "So you think so do you!?, and giggled. I just smiled back. I went up to my room to get ready for bed. Caroline walks by my room and says "how about a foot massage tonight?" "Sure", I said. We went in her room as the master bedroom had a large sitting room in it too. Caroline had been wearing a pair of black leather shoes and shorts that showed her great legs and butt. "Lay here close to the wall" she said. " Why" I said. She says " We are going to see how strong you really are" as she passed by me and walked into the bathroom. I turned to see her step up on the scale by the shower. She stepped down and removed her shoes and stepped back up, paused, turned and walked back to me. "Your have been wanting me to stand on you, right?". I laid there looking way up at her. Boy, she was even taller than I ever thought. Had I ask for more than I could handle? After my short pause, I softly said yes. As Caroline stood towering over me with a slight smile and then more of a serious face as she pondered what she was about to do. She lifted her left foot and placed it on my little stomach and began to gently push down as to test me. Her foot covered the length of my stomach. Caroline then switched feet and placed her right foot on my face. Her foot had a slightly different smell this time. I guess it was mix of leather and sweat as she again did not wear socks. But her beautiful feet and the aroma from them melted me to nothing. Removing her foot, Caroline told me that if I began to hurt or if she was to heavy to tell her or tap her leg. She then pulled her hair behind her ears so she see me as she looked down. "I have been thinking about this for a few days. I’m really too big to be doing this but if you want to… we can try it". I said OK. "Are you sure… I weigh a lot" she said. "Well how much is a lot?" I asked. "I weigh 190lbs" she said. That was a lot for a little kid I thought to myself. Caroline then realized that I was having second thoughts as I sat up. She quickly said, "lets try it" as she pushed me gently to the floor. Caroline place her left foot on my stomach and slowly began to apply her weight a little at a time. Intently she watched my face as she got heavier and heavier. My little stomach easily compressed under her weight and foot. My face had the look of pain as Caroline began to lift her right foot signaling she just about had all of her 190lbs on me. The pressure was unbelievable. She swung her right foot and placed it on my chest. Caroline was standing full weight on me. She gently shifted her massive weight between my stomach and chest. Each time my chest and ribs bending and buckling under feet. She occasionally moved her foot to my face and told me to smell and kiss her foot. She then put both of her feet together on my little stomach. The pain was great as I struggled under her. I began to tap her leg as I was unable to speak. "Just a little longer" she said as she started to bounce ever so softly. Caroline stepped down after a long minute or 2 or was it 3. I had lost all senses. I laid there catching my breathe as I looked up at the most beautiful woman. "Are you OK?" she asked. I shook my head yes. "Good" she said, that was fun! Wanted to do it again?" So Caroline stood up on me again.

In the days after that, Caroline sat on me and occasionally stood on me for short periods of time. My dad never found out. I was just between Caroline and me. My dad was at a point in his career where he was traveling a lot again. So, it was just us two most of the time. Caroline began to put on weight. Caroline soon was tipping the scale at 200lbs. One of the last times Caroline stood on me, was when I was about 12 ½ years old. It was after a wine tasting/wedding shower she had given for a girlfriend of hers. That night Caroline stood on me weighing 210lbs. Her girlfriend Jennifer also stood on me too. She was small compared to Caroline. Jennifer was 5’5’ and 140lbs. Jennifer stood on me for just a minute or so. Caroline stepped back up on me with her beautiful feet and massive body and bounced one too many times as 2 of my ribs broke. Caroline was very upset. After that incident, Caroline lost a lot of weight and eventually leveled out at about 165lbs. It took her about a year and I healed and continued to give Caroline foot massages after her workouts. When I see her now, she still drives me crazy with her feet. I wish I was that young again!