A True Story Thursday, 04-Dec-97 16:24:42

This happened to me when I was about 15. We lived across the street from a family that had 6 kids. One of the oldest was a girl named Denise who was about 1 year younger then me (Let’s say she was 14). One of her little brothers, Michael, was about 9 years old and small for his age 9. Denise was blonde, about 5’ 5", weighed approx. 120lbs with size 6-61/2 feet. Michael probably weighed all of 60lbs and stood 4’ something

It was summer which meant there was no school. Denise had to stay home and look after her younger siblings. Michael used to come over to my house periodically to get away from the noise at his house. This was cool because I could usually get him to bring over a lot of the cool Atari games his family had (did I just date myself or what? ;-) ). Anywho, he’s over one day and it came up in conversation that Denise had stood on his chest. My ears went *BING!!*.

I naturally asked why. He said she was chasing him (I forget why but with him, it could have been for any number of reasons) in the house and when she finally caught him, she threw him on the ground and then stood on him. I guess that was her reaction to the situation.

She must have liked it because it became a regular thing. I asked if she at least removed her shoes. Michael said she stood on him with whatever she was or wasn’t wearing on her feet. This could have been anything from platforms, to sneakers, to socks, to bare feet. In case you haven’t done the math, she outweighed by 60lbs. That would be like a 230lbs woman standing on a 170lbs man. *OUCH!* It seems that during one of these sessions, she actually timed how long she stood on him. I think at that time it was around 1 min, 15 seconds. If you have ever had a woman just STAND still in one place, you know how heavy she can get in a very short space of time. Considering the weight difference, Michael was being crushed!

He had no idea I had a foot fetish and that the thought of his sister standing on him appealed to me. I use to go over to their house during the summer as well. After hearing Michael’s tale, you can guess that i was over there quite a bit. After all, Denise had to stay at the house to babysit. One day I remarked to her that Michael had told me about her standing sessions and that she had timed one. In front of Michael, I encouraged her to go for a new record of 2 minutes! Mind you, I had not discovered trampling at this stage of my life. The only thing I had experienced close to that is having a girl stand in place on me and only for a short time. Now I can look back on it and pity what I did to Michael.

Sometimes if she were in her front yard and I in mine, I would yell across the street, “Have you set a new record yet?”. Of course, anyone overhearing this would have no idea as to this meant. She would usually smile and say “Not yet”. It was a few weeks later during one of these exchanges that she replied, “Yeah, 2 minutes!”. Michael, who was present at the time and was sort of laughing (in a self-pity kind of way), confirmed, “Yeah, she did”. My response? “Hey Denise, go for 3 minutes!!” (heh heh heh - always the instigator). I once witnesses one of these brief sessions. She stood on him with the heel of her foot on his upper stomach and the balls of her feet on his chest. The entire time Michael was kicking, yelling (in a smothered sort of way), “Get off!”, grunting, whimpering and blowing spit bubbles. I felt kind of bad but was intrigued at the same time. For balance, Denise was holding onto the back of a formal dining room chair with her right hand. She just stood there looking down at her groveling brother with this sadistic smile on her face. I’ll never forget while all this was going on, she reached up with her left hand and brushed back some hair that had fallen in her face. She casually swept the hair behind her left ear and continued to stand there looking at her brother. It was just so natural as if standing on her brother was no big thing.

I once asked Michael why he didn’t just roll over and throw her off. “I can’t” came the reply. “She’s too heavy, I can’t move”

Well, that’s about all for now. You’re probably wondering if I ever “faced” Denise’s feet? I’m a foot fetishist aren’t I? At a later date, I will relay how i volunteered to take Michael’s place as floor mat to spare him and some of the other experiences with Denise.

Be well,

Vewdew