"The Secret" con't (pt 3, final part) Tuesday, 09-Dec-97 16:59:25

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

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