My First Experience 6 min read

When I was little, I loved being pressed down. I would always tease my cousins so that they would pin me on the floor. This fondness of weight being pressed on me later translated into a fetish. But when you are young, you don’t have any “sexual feelings”. It just feels good on you, like a warm shower or eating sweets. Out of pure innocence, I would do stuff that later I realized how dangerous they actually were. At that age, you don’t really seem to calculate risk into your choices all that much. But until then, nobody actually trampled me.

Every summer, we would visit my aunt’s house. She lived far away from the city, in a little village. Because of that, staying at her house for the weekend was the best option. My aunt was a lot of fun, as she was younger then my mother, but not actually young. I think at that time she was 38 years old. She was kind of tall at 6′. She played a lot of sports in her youth, so a good part of her 180 pounds were muscle.

She was tall and “heavy”. Obviously both of these facts made me totally in love with her. I enjoyed every weekend with her. I loved standing next to her. She was towering over me.

My idea that lead to my first experience, originated from one time we were at her place and I still had toy cars. I didn’t play with them but they were still in a box in the room I’d stay in. I once got them out to look at them and forgot to pick them up of the floor. So as I am playing on my Nintento DS, she knocks on the door and comes in. I looked towards the door and as she is coming in, she steps on the car. It probably hurt because she was barefoot and she stepped on it with her full weight. I was convinced that the cars was completely flattened. But when she raised her foot, it was completely in tact. “Ow, Jimmy, why the… ehm, why would you leave that car on the floor?” “I forgot, I’m sorry” I ran towards her to pick up the car. It was completely fine. Even the wheels kept turning. “Well next time be careful.”

As she closed the door, I got an idea. ‘You know how the car is out of metal and so small but still withstood her. If I was on the ground instead of that car, I would probably withstand her with ease. I mean, I am much bigger than that car. I need to try it out!’ I went after her and asked her. “Aunty?” “Yeah?” “Can you step on me like you did on that toy car?” “What? Why?” “I want to try something out” “No, definitely not!!” “But why?” “You could get hurt!” “But…” “No, end of discussion!” I figured she said no because of the toy car I left on the floor. So I made a plan:

My aunt had a washing machine and a dryer in her basement. In between the two, there was a little space. There were always clothes lying there. Above that small space was a switch to turn the machines on. She could only reach it, if she stood in that space. It was simple: I would take a pillow and lay on it (because of the cold floor) and put the other stuff on top of me, so that she would not notice me laying there. When she turns on the machine, she would have to step on me. The plan was perfect. And I knew that she had to turn the machine on this evening, as she was collecting our worn clothes in the morning.

When it was time, I took my pillow from my bed and snuck down to the basement. The space was perfect. It was big enough so that my feet wouldn’t stick out and so that she would step perfectly on my torso. I put down the pillow, made myself comfortable and put the other clothes on me. I couldn’t see anything, but I would hear her coming down the stairs as it was really quiet.

I waited what felt like at least two hours until finally I heard: *light switch* *stairs squeaking* *loud steps towards me* I was sweating like a pig because it was so hot and I was excited. Suddenly she stops. She shouts “I am just turning on the dryer. You guys can wait by the car. And get Jimmy as well.”

I was shaking from excitement. But I had to hold still. She took two more steps and then suddenly: I felt her strong and gigantic foot on my torso. Her toes were on my chest and her heel on my stomach. She rapidly pressed down until her whole weight was on my body. It was excruciatingly painful and unbelievably exciting at the same time. I could feel her trying to reach for the switch. The combination of the heat, excitement, pain and the immense pressure created by her weight made me sweat even more.

It seemed like she wasn’t able to reach the switch as she was already standing there for like 15 seconds. She mumbled “I can’t reach it like this.” Without warning, she stood up on her toes only to reach the switch. Suddenly all the air from my lungs vanished as she stood on my chest with all her weight. I could not breathe in. I panicked but stayed silent. I was afraid that she would actually crush me without even knowing. The pressure on my lungs became more and more unbearable, until I heard the *click* noise from the switch. Before she got of me, she fell on my stomach with her heel. It was really painful. She then steps of and goes upstairs.

I was so amazed and shocked at the same time. As I stand up, I look at the pillow. It was all wet from my sweat. I went upstairs. I could still feel her weight on my chest. I went to my room and prepared myself for whatever she was planning next. Meanwhile I realized to things: First, I am not stronger then the small toy car. Secondly, I love being trampled! I loved how her whole foot covered my torso and how the pressure was squeezing me. The helplessness and her not knowing what she was doing, also made me want to repeat that experience.