Mrs. Kaas 17 min read

When I joined the boy scouts our scoutmaster was Mr. Kaas, a short, balding ex-army jock and all around idiot. We usually met at his home for “inspection” and then went out and did community service like pick up litter. We never went camping or hiking, at least not for the four months that he was our scout master. Then one day meetings were cancelled for two weeks because Mr. Kaas went to Germany to marry a girl he had met over there and bring her home. I was curious to see who would marry him. When I saw her at our next meeting, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a giant! I mean, she was literally head and shoulders taller than he was! I guess she was at least 6’7″, maybe even 6’8″! She was pretty, spoke with a German accent, and had super-long legs–the kind, I dreamed at the time, that could easily squeeze me to death. I also remember that she wore her dresses with hems just above the knee which was a little racy back then. She wore flats, and her feet were extremely large. She wasn’t skinny either, she was a big girl with a substantial pair of large German boobs.

I still recall how huge her knees looked when she was sitting across from me at scouts. My mom and dad had seen the two of them downtown and had laughed at how they looked together. My mom said that because of being so short, Mr. Kaas must have had a thing for super tall woman, and my dad had joked, “Yep, that’s the long and the short of it!” My mom also said that Mr. Kaas probably only got a bride 20 years younger than he was, in spite of her unusual height, because she wanted to live in the States. But I wasn’t sure. She seemed to like him and liked the way he bossed her around. She did whatever he told her to do without batting an eye, at least that’s what I observed whenever we were in their home at scout meetings.

Needless to say, the giant Mrs. Kaas immediately filled my dreams. I think for two months straight I had the same fantasy. The fantasy was, more or less with slight variation, that I had done something bad at scouts and the other guys had tied me down. Then, Mr. Kaas would wonder aloud about how to punish me. At that point he would suddenly take notice of how small I was and come up with the idea of ordering his huge wife to trample me to death. Next, while I begged and pleaded for mercy, his giant wife would carry out his orders! “Oh, please, Mrs. Kaas, don’t crush me, please!” Of course in my fantasies the giant Mrs. Kaas had no mercy for me and crushed me flat beneath her enormous feet!

My fantasies were further inflamed when during a scout meeting I asked to use the bathroom. I first had to wait for Mrs. Kaas to come out. As I waited for her I could hear sliding metal sounds coming from inside the bathroom, but I couldn’t figure what the sounds were. When she opened the door and passed by, looking down and giving me a polite smile, I saw that she had been weighing herself on one of those doctor-type scales with the sliding balance weights–that had been the sound I had heard. Mr. Kaas was such a fitness nut that his house was full of stuff like that. I began wishing that I could have been in the bathroom with her to see what she weighed. At the time I only weighed 85 pounds. Most guys in my class were around or near 100. In my fantasy I had guessed that Mrs. Kaas weighed about 180. I remember trembling as I tried to hold onto the scale and read it. The large weight was set at 200; the smaller at 29. My God, she weighed 229!!

I had once overheard my sexy 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Carpenter, admit to weighing 130 while talking to another teacher. That night I had started to fantasize about what would happen to me if I were trampled by a sexy 130 pound woman–but never had I imagined a good looking woman who weighed 229 pounds! Oh, my God!! My fantasies about Mrs. Kaas became even more intense. I imagined her just trampling me into a grease stain! Then the fatal day arrived. I got sick with a cold and missed a scout meeting. The next morning I felt better. It was Saturday and I met with my friend Ricky and asked him what had happened at scouts the night before. “Oh,” Ricky said, “we did a strength test, but everybody failed. Mr. Kaas took pictures of each of us trying, but it was so stupid, nobody had a chance to pass it. Now he wants us to do 20 sit-ups every night to build up our strength until we can pass. ”

Curious, I asked what kind of strength test I had missed. Then Ricky said, and I’ll never forget his words, “Mr. Kaas wanted to test our stomach muscles to see how much weight we could hold. In the army he said that soldiers are strong enough to stand on each other’s stomachs. He said boys our age should have stomach muscles strong enough to support the weight of a woman. So he wanted us all to lie down so his wife could go around and stand on each of us.” The shock of his words hit me like punches from a boxer. I became dizzy, weak. It was hard to breathe. I couldn’t be hearing right. That couldn’t have really happened. They’d all be dead, wouldn’t they? Trembling, I asked Ricky, “Did she do it?” “Are you crazy?” he said. “We all told him no way! You’ve seen her, she’s gigantic! But he was just joking. No, instead, we all took turns lying down in front of her so she could just take off her shoes and put her foot on our stomachs and start to press down. We could say `give’ whenever we wanted her to stop. Mr. Kaas wanted to see if anybody could take her full weight. Man, it would have been better if he’d driven his car onto us! I swear, Freddy, Mrs. Kaas weighs a ton! Everybody `gave’ before she could get anywhere near pressing down hard enough to stand on any of us. Lionel was so scared of her, he gave up when all she did was just lift her foot up to step on him.”

Now I was going to faint or scream. I was sickened by what I was hearing. I couldn’t believe I had missed my ultimate dream!! I had to know more, so I began questioning Ricky. But what had happened wasn’t a big deal to him so he didn’t have much to say about it and he wasn’t very articulate concerning what he did say. Desperately wanting to know everything, I asked him questions such as, “What did her foot feel like?” He’d think for a few seconds and come up with nothing more than, “Really big.” The best I got from him was a description of what it felt like when she began pressing down on him. “I had to give right away”, he said. “I didn’t want to because I was trying to see up her dress, but I had to! If she ever really stood on my stomach, Freddy, I’d puke my guts.” Then he stuck his tongue out and made puke noises. “Richie Baker did the best,” he added. I wasn’t surprised, Richie was the biggest boy in the troupe. Still in shock I asked, “How’d he do?” “Oh, it was funny! He was really trying. He was starting to double up. His face was turning red and his eyes were bugging out. Everybody was laughing. Mr. Kaas took a lot of pictures. Mrs. Kaas was laughing, too. She said to Richie, `Give up, little mouse, or I squash you!’ When he didn’t `give,’ she pressed down even more and Richie started screaming `Get off! Get off!’ That’s when she let him go. That’s how big she is, man, she could even squish Richie like he was nothing but a cockroach! She made everybody `give.'” I needed to know much more, but trying to get Ricky to describe anything else in detail was like trying to teach a dumb dog a trick. Then he said something that sent me into a panic of desire. He said, “Look, if you feel that bad about missing out, why don’t you just call Mr. Kaas and ask if you can take the test over at his house tomorrow or something? That way you can have some `before’ pictures of your own. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, man. You’re even smaller than I am. If you don’t `give’ right away she’ll just squash you like a bug!”

Now I really was insane! With trembling hands I called just as soon as Ricky left. Surprisingly, Mr. Kaas was really nice and said that he was sorry to have missed me and hoped that I was getting better. I told him how badly I felt to have missed the test and then I lied to him. I said that even though I was small, I had the strongest stomach muscles of all the guys and had been doing lots of sit-ups every morning for years. As I spoke into the phone I had to hold my hand over my puny stomach in an effort to keep it from shivering while I told him that I was sure his wife could stand on it with her full weight! He laughed and said, “Well, okay, if you think so.” Then he said something to his wife in German and I could hear her answer him. Then he said to me, “Okay, come on over tomorrow afternoon around four. By the way,” he said laughingly, “Mrs. Kaas knows who you are. She says there’s no way a little boy like you is going to pass her test and that you’ll find that out for yourself tomorrow.”

If boys my age could have had heart attacks, I would have had one then. My heart was slamming in my chest. What did she mean, “her test?” Was this all her idea? Oh God, Mrs. Kaas clearly knew that she could crush me despite what I had said about being so strong, and she was going to prove it to me tomorrow! I spent the entire night in frenzied excitement. It became the first time that I had ever stayed up all night. There was no way I could sleep. I spent most of the time masturbating. But no matter what I did, the intense horniness wouldn’t leave me. Also during that long night I had begun to realize that I might not survive the coming day. Because, unlike my friends, I knew that I wouldn’t “give” no matter what. No matter how painful or severe, I would want more–to be crushed like a bug by the giant sexy Mrs. Kaas. I wasn’t like the others, I wanted a woman to squash me, and she was the ultimate goddess to do it! I had once fantasized about being trampled by my sexy 130 pound teacher. I didn’t imagine that I would survive it, either. But Mrs. Kaas was my weight plus one hundred and forty-four ADDITIONAL pounds!! I would become grease under her enormous feet. I was both thrilled and terrified that she had sounded determined to make me “give.” I couldn’t stop thinking about how she had said that there was no way that “a little boy” like me could pass her test. And now, I was going to place my frail body in front of this giantess who was eager to prove that she could crush me!

I knew that there would come a point at which, like Richie, I would be doubled up with my face beet red, eyes bugged, and she would look down from her towering height and say with her sexy accent, “Give up, little mouse, or I squash you!” I spite of the enormous agony of her weight, the horrific pain inside my compressed organs, the titanic pressure under her big foot, the frightening view of this giantess towering above and looking down like I was just a little mouse in her way; all considerations that would make any other boy give up, my excitement would be so intense that I knew I would groan my last lie and say, “No, I don’t give, I can take it.” Then her towering female form would lean forward and the great crush would come. Like in my wildest fantasy the awesome full weight of giant Mrs. Kaas will come down on my weak little body. As the end came, I would be in an ecstasy of agony, transcendent! Surely, something inside me would then burst under her weight and squash out of me, shocking and horrifying both Mr. and Mrs. Kaas. How could that have happened, they will wonder? Didn’t he know when to say stop? “I had no idea he couldn’t take it,” she will say. But it will have been too late. I will have been literally crushed to my death under the foot of giant Mrs. Kaas, just like in my dreams. I wondered if that was going to really happen? If so, I was ready to die in that fashion. Yes, I decided, at four o’clock today, it was really going to happen!

By first light I was filled with quivering energy. I spent the entire morning and early afternoon constantly trembling. I practiced lying down on the floor and pushing down on my own stomach with my hands. I could tell that I was weak, small, a bug she would easily crush. Fear swept through me that the agony of her crushing weight would make me “give” early like the others had, or that she wouldn’t press very hard no matter what I said because she could see how small I was, or perhaps feel how compressed I was becoming under her huge foot. Then again, she had made all the other boys “give” and it sounded like she had just about squashed Richie. No, she was going to crush me all right. But what would she say as she pressed down? What would her huge foot feel like? Would I be really scared as well as aroused? Would she wiggle or grind her foot as she crushed? How towering would she look from my position down on the floor? Would I come when the giantess stepped on me? I could hardly stand it! At 3:30 I got on my bike and began to frantically peddle to Mr. Kaas’ house. I was so weak from all the adrenaline and having missed a night’s sleep that my feet kept slipping from the pedals. Other than that, I was being very careful not to have an accident. I was in constant fear of something happening that would make me miss my appointment with the giant Mrs. Kaas. I arrived at their house just before 4 o’clock. There was a stoop, as I was taught to call it, a series of stairs up to their front door. I was shaking so badly I could hardly climb the stairs. My legs were like rubber; my stomach like Jello. It all felt like a dream.

I saw my hand knock on the door like it was somebody else’s hand. I then backed off a couple of steps from the shock of knowing who was waiting for me inside. The gigantic Mrs. Kaas opened the door and stood in the threshold. Her size was breathtaking. She filled the entire doorway. Somehow I had not fully remembered what a tall woman she was. Perhaps it was partly because I was looking up at her from two steps down, that she now looked even more towering than I had remembered. She was wearing a pretty yellow summer dress that showed off her long legs. From where I stood her bulging breasts looked very large. I wondered how much they contributed to her 229 pounds. With a quick glance down I saw that she was wearing sandals. Her toenails were painted a bright red. She looked down at me and said, “Yes?” My knees began to tremble violently. I could hear my own voice quivering as I said, “I…I’m here…f..for the strength t..test.” She said, “Oh, Freddy, ja?” Then she turned her head and called into the house in German. As she looked away I stared down at her feet. They were enormous! Her feet were wide, but also very long. She had long toes, too. I watched the tendons in her feet flex as her great weight shifted about while she called into the house after her husband. Her feet looked about as long as I was wide! God, I was going to end up being crushed in half! Which of those enormous feet would I be put under? It didn’t matter. I knew now that Ricky was right, she was going to squash me just like a bug. I felt a cold fear grip me as I knew for certain that this was no longer a fantasy. I was literally going to get crushed beneath one of the enormous feet of this giantess. I was becoming faint with both intense fear and desire. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of those gigantic feet with their brightly colored nails.

I kept hearing Ricky’s voice, “…Man, she weighs a ton!” I just wanted to lay my head down on the stoop right then and there and beg her to crush it like a grapefruit. Then disaster struck. She looked back down at me and said, “No, Freddy, no more test, okay?” I didn’t understand. Just then Mr. Kaas appeared, walking tall right under his giant wife’s outstretched arm which had been holding open the screen door. “Oh yeah, Freddy. I’m afraid we can’t do any more of the tests. I don’t know, some parents complained I guess. I suppose they thought it was too tough on the boys; Millie being so tall and all. It was all just in fun, you know. But it’s better that we don’t.” I was horror struck. “No!” I shouted, “I can do it! My Dad said it was okay. He knows I’m strong enough! Please! I have bets with the other guys! Let me show you how strong I am, please!” Mr. Kaas looked like he was thinking about it, but then he said, “Nah, I don’t think so. We’d better can that idea.” Then the phone started ringing and he said good-bye and excused himself to go answer it, leaving me standing alone before the towering giantess of my dreams. I just looked up and up at her and said, “My stomach could support all your weight, Mrs. Kaas. Please, let me show you.” She gave my small frame the quick once-over with her eyes. A superior, almost cruel smile crossed her lips. Looking down at me from her towering height she said, “Silly boy, I would make you under my foot like a little pancake, ja? Now, home you go!” Then I saw her giant form recede, those enormous feet step back inside, and the door shut.

I could feel my throat closing up. I wanted to scream or beg. But it was over. I rode home in the dusk with a storm coming. The winds became so strong that they pushed me along without the need to peddle, pushing me further and further from the most awesome experience I might have ever had. I prayed that Mr. Kaas would change his mind and reinstate “the test” but the next meetings of scouts were canceled and soon we were assigned to a new scout troupe. Mr. and Mrs. Kaas moved out of town and I never saw them again. Sometime later I found out that the day after the test, Richie Baker had to see a doctor because his insides hurt so much from the crushing he had received beneath Mrs. Kaas’ gigantic foot. Apparently it wasn’t anything serious, just severe muscle strain, but his parents had complained to The Boy Scouts of America, Inc. and that had been the end of it. I suppose Mr. Kaas got into some trouble, I don’t know what exactly, but he was done as a scout leader.