Double R Nothing 4.7 (10)

Texas Kempo provides more trample stories from his charmed life. Oh to be him . . .

written by Texas Kenpo
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I spent a lot of time outside working our cows, hauling hay, riding my horse, and working on my hot rod truck, I was a young loner, preferred quiet over chaos, and honestly people usually let me down.

My name is Phil Sims, I’m 19 and live in a small town, I’m tall and thin, but surprisingly tone from years of ranch life. I do pretty well with the girls, mostly prefer older ladies, they seem to understand me better. I’m a simple person, easy to get along with and don’t want for much. I’m pretty set in my ways and not looking to change.

One Friday night i wanted to try something different, the small town near me of Kaufman had two country bars, Lee’s Silver Fox, a large hip country bar, its 21 and over but all the kids could easily get fake IDs at the flea market next town over. The door guy didn’t press to hard if it looked even half legit you were in.

I had been there lots of times, I was pretty good on the dance floor, i was somewhat known, I wanted something different tonight, a place I had heard rumors about was Double R Nothing.

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Fiction: Crushed to Death by Step Sister 4.3 (22)

Watch out for a tall, sexy step-sister with a shrink ray !

written by Yoboi435
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When I was younger, I had the longing to actually experience the crushing fetish I had. Obviously the trampling fetish wasn’t something I wanted to tell everybody about. People find it weird. And a potential girlfriend could be alienated by it. It would have to be someone special, who maybe also had that kinda stuff going on or just understood.

My parents divorced when I was at the age of 10. Now my mother found a new husband. That man had a daughter. As they got together, I got to meet my to-become step sister. She was a blonde beautiful 17 year old. She was tall and skinny. At 6’2 (1.88 m) she was very tall, in fact considerably taller then me. Her skinny body made her look even taller. She has a bit of an emo style. She likes to wear black tops with black slightly oversized jeans and thick black Dr.Martens boots without long heels.

I got along very well with her. We would watch TV and play games. I liked her and she me. Maybe there was even some sexual tension between us. Her blue eyes would always glow when I looked at her. Her smile was very beautiful.

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Road Rage 4.7 (16)

Fictional story of a guy who gets more than he bargained for when he attacks the bus of a female swim team

written by Stegoman
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It was a Friday evening, and Eric was late. He had a dinner business meeting to attend, and he was speeding. To top it off, it was one of the hottest days of the year. The high had been 112 degrees, and the humidity was off the scale. Eric had untied his tie, and was sweating like a pig. He was not in a good mood.

Now, he was stuck behind one of those short school busses, and it was driving slower than he thought it should. Granted, it was filled with good looking young women, but that didn’t quell the growing frustration he was feeling towards the occupants of that bus.

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Intimate Trampling Exploration 4.6 (22)

written by Trampling Queen
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Trampling was never something James thought he would enjoy. He had always been a reserved man, keeping his desires and fantasies hidden from the world. That was until he met Laura at a local book club. They bonded over their mutual love for mystery novels and soon found themselves spending more time together.

One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about their latest read, Laura noticed James’s fidgeting uncomfortably. She had always been perceptive and could tell when something was on his mind.  Continue reading “Intimate Trampling Exploration 4.6 (22)“

Shrunk in Sneaker Insole 4.2 (12)

written by Trampling Queen
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In a huge city where the hum of life never ceased, lived a man named Jake. One ordinary evening, while walking home, Jake stumbled upon a peculiar shop tucked away in an alley. The sign above the door read “Mystical Curiosities.” Curiosity piqued, Jake ventured inside.

The shop was dimly lit, filled with ancient artifacts and mysterious potions. An elderly shopkeeper greeted him with a knowing smile. “Looking for something special?” she asked. Jake shrugged, eyes wandering over the shelves. “Just browsing,” he replied.  Continue reading “Shrunk in Sneaker Insole 4.2 (12)“

Footrest for Marketing Department 4.3 (23)

written by Trampling Queen
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In the city, there was an IT company called TechWorks, known for its high-paced environment and state-of-the-art technology. Among its employees was a reserved yet skilled IT technician named Alex. Alex was known for his problem-solving abilities and his knack for fixing anything electronic. However, there was one quirk about him that few knew – he had a huge foot fetish.  Continue reading “Footrest for Marketing Department 4.3 (23)“

That time that I desensitized a girl to trampling stuff. 3.8 (12)

How to train a girl to trample on your things

written by Anonymous author
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During my last high school year, I chose to sit in front of a beautiful girl. She was short and always wore sneakers, and that’s something I personally liked very much. The reason I chose this seat, was the fact that I would be able to, throughout the entire year, have her unknowingly trample stuff. Now, I knew that she had very sensitive feet as I had tried something with her a couple times before, so I did not expect to have that much success, but why not try it anyway?

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Aunt Car Crush 4.3 (25)

Serious injuries from a car crush episode

written by Yoboi435
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Do you remember my Aunt from my first experience? After that time she trampled me without knowing, I thought how much I could do without her noticing. One of the things I liked about her was her big pickup truck. It had very big tires and seemed pretty heavy. When she would leave for work (sometimes she has to let me stay alone at home) she would obviously drive to work. I would hide at the gate and place items under her car. My toy cars were her first victims. They would get flattened. Then my sister’s dolls. The ones with hard faces would actually pop and shatter. But she never cared.

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Story made by chatgpt 4.7 (13)

Two barefoot girls and a bet about trampling

written by Anonymous author
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So, I’m sitting there in P.E. class, watching Coach discuss some weird flexing-your-abs-while-people-stand-on-you thing. He’s rambling on about core strength, balance, all that.

I lean over to grab my water bottle and say to myself, “I could do that no problem.” Didn’t think anyone heard me, but of course, two girls sitting nearby—Megan and Lisa, I think—totally catch it.

Megan raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You think you could handle that?”

“Definitely,” I shrug. “I’ve got this.”

Lisa smirks and nudges Megan. “Wanna bet on it?”

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Chatgpt story – part2 4.9 (12)

The trampling bet continues with Uggs and some violent jumping

written by Anonymous author
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Megan looks down at me, tapping her foot lightly in those Uggs, like she’s deciding what to do next. “So, should I step on his face again or be nice and just go for the stomach?” She asks Lisa this in the most casual way, like I’m not even there.

Lisa laughs and shrugs. “Go easy, I guess. Stomach’s fine.”

Without hesitation, Megan walks around my head, her leggings brushing past my vision as she makes her way to my stomach. I watch as her boots hover for a second before she steps up, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The weight of her Uggs sinks in, pressing down on my core, and I can feel the strain.

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