Lola’s Diary part 1 7 min read

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy and does not stand on true events! The author does not encourage any actions to be replicated or tolerated in real life!

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Her name is Lola. She is from Brazil. She is 21 years old, studying English at an american college. She has a bit of a darker skin color, like people from Brazil do, with long black curly hair. Lola is 6’5” and weighs 225ibs. It goes without saying that she is very big and tall. She has size 13 feet. Lola has a diary she writes her most important and intimate experiences into:

July 24th 2024

Dear diary,

you know how I told you about the guy who stares at my Converse? Well, today I put on flip-flops and oh boy… he could not get his eyes off me. I should rather say my feet. I hate them. I feel like I look like a monster or something. But at least it seems like somebody likes them. I don’t know what kind of a sick person you have to be, but it still feels good. My feet are almost the size of his torso. He is a small man at 5’6”. And he still likes them.

Well, today, as I walked around the campus with my flip-flops, he actually passed by me. He smiled at me, with a nervous look on his face, like he was intimidated by me. I gave him a friendly smile.

Later that day, I saw him at my lecture. He came in after me. He looked around and decided to sit next to me. It was a weird feeling sitting next to him. He was smiling as always. As the lecture kept going, I saw him moving around. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, as I focused on the lecture. I had to take so many notes. English isn’t easy, especially when it’s not your native language.

As the lecture ends, I see how the guy next to me is one of the first people to leave. I pack my things, stand up, and go. As I take my first steps, I notice something sticking on the sole of my right flip-flop. As I look at the sole, I see some white stuff. I look on the ground under my table and see that a once whole banana was under my foot. I probably didn’t notice it, as my weight took care of smushing the banana. But why was it there? It wasn’t there when I arrived. As I go, I realize it might have something to do with the guy. I go back and kind of hide somewhere above my old place.

As everybody leaves, someone comes inside and looks for a row. They find mine and run towards it. It’s the guy who sat next to me! I stay still. He goes to my seat and gets down. I stand up and silently get closer to him. I can see how he is carefully inspecting the banana, like a detective inspecting a body. I can see he is getting excited.

I walk towards him, and as I try to speak to him, he turns around. He freezes. The shock is visible in his face. “Hey.” I start nicely. “Hi, ehm, what’s up?” His voice is shaking. He has to tilt his head up to look at me. I naturally look down on him. “What are you doing?” “Oh, I just lost a pen somewhere around here.” His voice is still shaking. I think and decide to use the opportunity to my amusement.

I get closer to him and say, “Well, let me help you.” I go past him and bend over to look under the table. My big butt is now almost at the height of his face and 5 inches away. As I “look for his pen”, I move and “accidentally” slowly step on the banana, smushing it further. “I don’t see a pen.” As I say that, I turn around and back up to look at him. He is completely fixated on the banana under my foot, which I grind with my foot while turning. I see a big bump forming in his pants. As he realizes I saw him getting a boner, he fumbles, “Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just get a new one. Gotta go!” And there he goes. I barely can hold my laugh in. It felt so empowering to arouse him like that. I might do that again. It’s amusing!

July 26th 2024

Dear diary,

today the guy was late for the lecture. I sat in a completely free row at the entrance. As he saw me, he wanted to go down and find another place further away from me. The professor saw that and said, “Just take the one next to Lola so we can continue!” He looks at me. He walks and sits to the left of me. Now the fun begins. I think of ways to tease him. I quickly get an idea.

As the lecture is going on, I take my pen and “accidentally” drop it on the ground. I whisper to him ” Hey, sorry, but could you pick up my pen? You know I am kinda big, and it would be difficult for me to pick it up?” He looks at me with a confused face. Regardless, he shrugs his shoulders and goes down to pick it up. What he doesn’t know is that I did two things. First, I slightly stood on the pen with my left foot. Now it won’t be that easy to pick up. Second, I put my right foot right on my knee and took off my flip-flop. Now when he is down there picking up my pen, my foot is right in his face. I wonder if he’ll do anything crazy like lick it. It is pretty stinky and sweaty from the hot day. I think people like ’em like that.

He goes down and immediately sees my foot. He stops. I have to stop giggling. He keeps going and tries to pick it up. He pulls and pulls, and now he’s got it. As he goes back up, he stops with his face right on my foot. He looks at it. He must have gotten a whiff already, even though he didn’t touch it. He contemplated but decided to get back up and give it to me.

I smile at him and say “Thank you”. He looks normal. But I see a big bump in his pants. I did it again. But that wasn’t the end of it. I had two more cards up my sleeve. As the lecture keeps going, I drop my eraser. “Omg, I am such an idiot.” He looks at me but understands the task. He goes down to get it. Now I took off my left flip-flop. As he grabs the eraser, I put my foot on his hand and add some pressure. I could feel the hot sweat from my foot getting pressed onto his hand. He seemed to think that I didn’t notice or feel his hand underneath me. He didn’t do a squeak. After 3 minutes, I let go and put my flip-flop back on. He gave me my eraser, but his face was in immense excitement. He felt he won the lottery. I don’t think he’ll wash that hand anytime soon. And his thing got even bigger!

As the lecture ends, I do my last act. We wait until everybody is out. Then, as he wants to move and get up, I put my foot on his. He completely falls down between the table and seats, on his back. As he looks up, I stand up and walk towards him. I walk, but without looking down. I put one step next to his thing and the next one right towards his head. I slowly lower my foot over his head. He was terrified. My giant foot gets lower and lower. His face isn’t even visible anymore. Just before I touch or step on his face, I stop. I move it to the side, look down on him and say “Oh, hey! Didn’t see you there. I almost crushed your head!” I giggle and smile. He looks petrified and excited. He probably hoped that I didn’t notice him. With a big step, I avoid his tiny head. My other foot slowly hovers over his body and head, like a giant dinosaur that just missed him. Then I go out of the lecture hall. He probably layed there for some time, because I didn’t see him behind me.