Subject: More Early Trample Experiences Date: Tue Feb 3 11:27:18 1998

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Ok, I’ve lurked enough! Time to share. I’ve enjoyed reading about the early trample experiences of others and it made me think about my own. I’ve had the desire to be stepped-on by women ever since I can remember. At grade school age this manifested itself as a desire to be flattened under the shoe of a giant girl. I think the idea may have come from a particular episode of Irwin Allen’s “Land of the Giants” where a mischievous young girl torments the little people in a miniature town. I can still remember watching this show as a child and wishing the evil little girl would “accidentally” step on one of the little people.

As I got older and started going through puberty, I began to think up ways to get my fantasy fulfilled. Just as some others have done, I attempted to convince girls to walk on my back to “pop it.” I got quite a number of girls to do this to the point where it became (almost) boring. This was because what I really wanted was for them to walk all over me, without worrying about what part of me they were stepping on.

After a back-walking session with one girl in particular, I later noticed that she had left dirty footprints from her boat shoes on my shirt (I never asked girls to take off their shoes and, if they asked, would respond, “whatever you want to do, but you don’t have to.”) The thought of having a girl’s dirty shoeprints all over me really turned me on. So for a while I tried to wear white shirts whenever I thought I’d have a chance of getting walked-on.

One day I asked the same girl who had left footprints on me before to walk on my back. I’m not sure, but I think she may have had the idea that I wasn’t being completely honest about my motives. Anyway, she seemed a little annoyed but agreed anyway. She proceeded to walk on me a little bit more carelessly than before. I asked her to step up closer to my neck and she placed the arch of her foot right on the back of my neck (I was laying with my head to one side and the bugs-eye view was great!) She shifted her weight a few times, placing her heel on my neck and holding the arch and ball of her foot right over the side of my face (she was very slim and couldn’t have weighed more than 105 lbs.) Then some customers came in (we were in the back room of a fast food place.) She said, “I’ve got to get back to work” and, with that, stepped down on my face and walked over it with all her weight to go out to the front! (I swear this is true, I had never been more turned on in my life before that.)

When I got home I took off my white T-shirt to see several dirty footprints on the back. I was stunned and just kept thinking back to that moment. Although she did this, I took it as a sign that she didn’t want to walk on me anymore and I was afraid to ask her again. (I know what you’re thinking, but she was a friend, and I was way too scared to admit my fetish to anyone at that age.)

While in college, I managed to convince a few girls to walk on me, but always used the “back-walking” story and never admitted my fetish. I did convince one girl to stand on my chest and stomach while she was wearing flats. But she was timid, and only did it after much cajoling from me.

At this point in my life, my favorite fantasy is to be trampled by a huge mob of women. My current favorite is being a rent-a-cop at a Manson concert and having the mob of screaming young girls knock me down and flatten me into the mud. Only the first few girls (the ones who knocked me down) would know I was underfoot. The rest would walk over me unaware of the body they were crushing with each step. If anyone is interested in having me draw this idea out into a short story, let me know (or write one and post it yourself).

Thanks for listening!