The author wrote a very brutal trample fantasy that started with some, what would later seem like light trampling in cleats, a recovery phase, and then some brutal trampling that ended fatally.
I reluctantly agreed to play a round of football, even though I had no gear and the field looked pretty muddy after a lot of rain. The things you do for friends with sad puppy dog expressions.
Dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, without shoes we walked down to the field and found it was still raining a little bit. I spotted a group of women in full uniforms and even matching football boots on the field kicking a ball around. All of them looked fit and hot.
Our stupid friend arrived looking as disheveled as we did. I pointed out the women and he said that was the team we were playing against!! He had apparently lost a bet with one of them and this was his chance to break even. We were all shocked, bad enough we were playing women but fit, hot women who clearly knew what they were doing?!?! We were toast. Continue reading “On the Field”
The author writes how he introduced trampling to his previously unaware girlfriend.
This is a true story about my girlfriend and me.
Her name is N. A little description of her; she has huge, strong legs, like 10cm shorter than me. She weighs 79kg. She is pretty with black hair, light brown eyes, and a beautiful body more like a BBW but she doesn’t have too much fat, she is more like chubby. Her feet are size 9 and they are very very soft with no wrinkles. Her skin is so soft and smooth everywhere and smells like light sweet milk. Her boobs are even softer.
How we met
I met her in the elevator of our condo a couple of times and soon we became friends and exchange numbers. She always wears long trousers, blouse and sneakers, not totally my type of girl so I did not really notice her beauty and even when she was texting me, I was like taking all the time in the world to answer.
Then, one day I was already in the lift and then she came in, wearing shorts and a normal T-shirt, not too tight and not too large, like just right. The elevator was full of people and when the door opened for her to come in, she immediately looked down, entered, and turned around. I was just behind her, but she did not notice when she turned around. This day she was wearing flip flops and when I looked down, I saw her strong legs and calves. Damn, they were huge. I saw her feet, so white and they appeared to be really soft. Her toes were without nail polish, but they appeared to be shiny and well pedicured. I was in total shock. Continue reading “The Girlfriend”
The author writes about his trampling opportunities with female coworkers and how it all started.
This is a true story currently happening to me. I am an engineer working in an engineering company where there are 3 women doing; IT support, technical drawing, and the last one is an admin. This company has also three male bosses who are usually not in the office. They rather spend time outside meeting with clients and often return to the office in the evenings. So, the whole day I am alone with these three women. This company also accepts a lot of intern students mostly girls around 19 to 22 years old to help them in their tasks and also to promote education and universities. Continue reading “Company trample”
This is a longer multi-part story about mother/daughter trampling and dancing on a male friend.
I got very inspired when I discover some nice stories about trampling here. Those stories I could relate to some of my own experience, one especially is an older woman, around 62 years old at the time and was still good looking for her age. A very active woman, sporty and healthy. She lived alone and her name is Lena. She weighted about 140Ib (70 kg), tall body and not at all fat, with brown shoulder-length hair. Lena`s feet were broad foot soles, meaty and strong with well-shaped toes.
Why Lena inspired me is her difference in attitude. She was nice and friendly and had an odd sense about men, not that she hated men or thought of herself being superior in any way. We became friends because I once helped her when she came home from the hospital, after an accident with her left arm. We lived in the same neighborhood and I used to shop for her as to unload her tasks. Lena was very happy about that and often invited me for coffee.
I was amazed how strong she was and she talked often about her training and workouts. I discovered her feet which were very beautiful and she seemed to sweat a lot, accordingly when I from time to time either take off my shoes or put them on I always needed to bow down to get a good glimpse of inside her shoes. Her shoes were well-worn and at times I could almost feel the warm scent from some of her shoes. Lena had all kind of shoes at the door entrance. I began to dream about her feet and imagine her trampling me. Continue reading “The love for feet”
The author remembers an unknown multi-crush experience under a plywood board
I’m middle-aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for
30 or 40 years, I’ve expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I’ve owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One, in particular, had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned.
My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do anything for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, “OK but what can I do?” I paused and said “Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girlfriends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I’ll pay for everything.”
I told her that I was going to build a “false floor” at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. Continue reading “False Floor Crush”
The author remembers his older sister’s 16th birthday
My sister Heather had always been what my mother called a “Clothes Horse”. She was always very concerned with the way that she looked, even around the house. Her make-up had to be perfect, her clothes had to be top notch and very expensive, her long curly blonde hair was always ready to be photographed. She is six years older than me and I grew up watching her and her friends labor over looking like a model.
I had been interested in trampling since before I was in kindergarten, mostly because of the things she had done to me. When I was barely old enough to walk, and she was 7 or 8 she would pin me under her feet while she sat on the couch and rub my face and chest with them while she looked down at me and giggled. Continue reading “Sweet Sixteen”
A fantasy about multiple nurses trampling a patient in a psychiatric hospital
“I just don’t understand this case,” the doctor stated while rubbing his chin. “The police arrest this guy for assaulting his girlfriend, and place him in minimum security just down the hall. His first offense. After a month, he ends up here with severe psychological problems. I just don’t understand.”
John is sitting huddled in the corner, his straight jacket tightly binding his arms to his chest. Sweat beads from his pale face as his eyes stare in fear at some unknown spot on the padded floor.
“And look here,” the doctor says to the group of nurses waiting behind him. He moves closer and points a finger at John’s head. “He has these very unusual small round rashes on his forehead. I can’t figure out what’s causing this skin irritation. The skin looks like it was crushed, but there’s never anything in this room that he can use to do this to himself. I just don’t know.” Continue reading “A Long Road to Recovery”
The author wrote a fantasy about special abs training program developed by a female gym teacher
At Foothills College, there was a guy named Bryce who was truly a nerd. He was very smart but had neglected both his physical fitness and his social life.
One day, cheerleader Valerie entered the gym and almost tripped over Bryce, who was lying on a mat on the floor, trying to do a sit up. As his large glasses kept slipping down his nose, he asked Valerie if she would hold them in place for him while he tried to sit.
“Even better, I’m going to take them off and put them on the table! You don’t need to wear them when you’re exercising,” she said. “Besides, you look better without them.” Continue reading “Valerie Stomps a Nerd”
The author remembers his first double trample
This morning I watched bounce on chuck head and it reminded me of the first time I had two women at the same time trampling me with reckless abandon. It was about 12 years ago and I met them in a club.
I have become adept at picking the right type of women who might be talked into dancing on my body. I look for women wearing the highest heels available and for women wearing shorter skirts to show off their legs also women who wear patterned nylons or ankle bracelets. Next, if they spend a lot of time rocking on their heels or putting all of their weight on their heels they pique my interest. Sometimes they even deliberately step on things on the floor such as napkins or pieces of ice or anything else that crosses their path. Continue reading “Two Girls Trample”
The author writes about an interrogation which included trampling and resulted in the death
I am a customs official and was on assignment in China during the fall of last year. As you know NAFTA has created some loopholes in the system that allows China to import merchandise to Mexico and then to the US in turn. This is illegal but is very hard to stop. My job was to try to uncover the worst offenders and report my findings back to US Customs so that we can put a stop to this problem.
I was in a mid-sized city on the outside of the Hunan Province when I was kidnapped. A van pulled up and 4 masked people jumped me and threw me into the van where I was tied and blindfolded. I lay perfectly still with the hopes of not making anyone angry so that I wouldn’t be killed. It wasn’t uncommon for agents to simply disappear in China. My best guess is that we rode for about 30 minutes. I was trying to remember the curves the van took as well as the feeling of the road. I listened for children playing at school or crowds of people at the market to try to get an idea of where I might be. When the van came to a stop I listened again for any sign of activity. I could tell we were in a warehouse and I could hear manufacturing equipment being used in the background. This wasn’t a good sign because it meant that some manufacturer that I had targeted had figured out who I was and what I was doing there. Continue reading “Asian Interrogation”