My blonde Aunt 8 min read

I have already told you about my first experience with my one aunt. But I had some others aunts I also wanted to experiment with. This one also lived in a village, but a different one. My mum would let me stay at her place, alone with her. Every night, I would sneak out of my room and get into hers. I would slowly open the door, come in and get to her bed. There I would open the sheets and there they were. Her big feet. I would rub my face in them and smell them. For some reason she never actually noticed me doing that to her feet.

My aunt Annie was 5’9”, and had size 9 feet. Not that big and tall but the right size for me. I think her foot probably could cover my face and neck. I could really get my face into them.

One evening, we were watching TV and there was this TV Show about Thai Massages. They showed the ones, where the people lay on their front and a woman steps on their back. It completely caught my attention. I looked over to her and said “Have you ever done that?” “Well, I don’t know if anybody wants my big stinky feet on their backs. But no” I looked at the TV. After a while I turned to her and asked “Could you do that to me?” She starts to giggle. She pets my head and says “Oh sweety, I don’t know if you would withstand that. But I can give you a back massage if you want to.” “No it’s okay.” I was kind of bumbled out. The only excuse to get trampled by her didn’t work. I thought that was it until one night:

It was 2 am. The moonlight was shining into the house. It was so bright, that you didn’t have to turn on any lights, but dark enough to feel uncomfortable. I woke up and wanted to do my thing with her feet. She slept very deep at these times. I was getting out of bed and into the hallway. Her room is two doors next to mine.

As I get to her door, I notice it’s already open. I look in and see that she isn’t in bed. I look around. Maybe in the bathroom? Nope, it’s empty. I walk downstairs. While stepping down, I hear some noises from the kitchen. I sneak and keep going until I see the kitchen.

It’s her. She’s standing at the counter, opening and closing cupboards. It didn’t seem like she was doing anything. As I looked closer, I saw her eyes were wide open. I got a bit scared. She starts walking around the kitchen into the living room and back. This happens multiple times. She seems stressed? Or sad? I look at her face again and realize: she’s sleepwalking. She keeps going around and around, at a normal pace. No rushing or dragging. Like she was taking a walk.

I thought about the situation. She doesn’t notice anything and won’t wake up unless she got back to her bed. What if I laid on the ground in front of her? Would she notice? In my mind there was a line between exciting curiosity and fear. What if she did notice or something happened. I was young, so curiosity won that dispute. My love for her feet was to big to miss such a good opportunity.

I slowly walked down the stairs. She was in the kitchen. I snuck between the table and couch and laid down, on my belly. I heard her feet tapping. The were a bit moist, so every step had a slightly sticky sound to it. She came closer and closer until I saw her shadow on me. It got darker on me. She took one last step onto the ground between my legs. Her next step was on my back. I felt her large sole slowly covering my back. From her heel to her toes. The pressure began to rise. Her foot was kind of warm, even though she walked through the kitchen a couple of times.

Her soft sole slowly became a hard foot about to squish me. The weight on my back rises and rises. I could not move an inch. As I hear her foot between my legs stick of the ground and raise, the pressure suddenly raised to it’s maximum. It was like a car stopped on my back. I wanted to scream but I didn’t let one squeak out. I felt my ribs on the ground. The rug wasn’t enough to soften her step.

She puts her foot light next to my face. So close, that I could smell her foot. The pressure on my back sank. It was oddly satisfying, like when you lay on your back after a long day. The pain was mainly on the skin on the ribs. It was squished by my ribs because of her. She walks on. I stand up and sit on the couch. I think about what just happened. It felt sooo good, even though it hurt.

I wasn’t satisfied. I thought ‘How many times will I have this opportunity?’ I lay back on the ground, but this time on my back. I put my hands to the sides. I hear her walking to the kitchen and back towards the living room. I can hear the distinction because of the volume and dampness of the sound due to the rug. I tense up a little bit. My heart races like crazy. I see her shadow, then herself. I couldn’t see her fully. Just her form. Her bright white foot was also visible. She took a step onto the ground below my ankle. This time it would be more difficult.

As she raised her foot, I realized what was going to happen. Her foot came stepping down on my groin. Her heel on my penis and toes on my lower chest. As she increases the pressure, my intestines and chest, as well as my penis are being compressed into the ground. Her merciless feet kept digging into me until all her weight was on me. The pain was so immense, that I felt like I could lose consciousness any second. But I didn’t, unfortunately. Instead, I felt a wave of blood streaming into my head. As her step kept going, she went unto her toes, putting double the pressure on my chest. My reflex started to grab her foot and try to raise it, to no avail obviously. I felt a crack in my chest. Did a rib just break? Or multiple? Whatever it was, she finally stepped of of me. My whole torso felt like it got run over by a truck. I took a deep breath like someone just put me underwater and pulled me back out.

As I lay in immense fear, pain and satisfaction, something strange is happening. My aunt doesn’t keep moving. She stopped right behind my head. I stopped moving and looked at her. From down here, I could see her big calves, big ass and blonde hair. She was magnificent and giant. A magnificent giantess. She turns around on her position and looks down. Her eyes scared me. The moonlight made it like the end of a horror movie, where the murderer kills her final victim. She just stood there, like she was trying to comprehend something. Her head suddenly tilted.

She starts to raise her food very steadily. I have never seen her move so slow. Her giant foot put a shadow on my face. I could see her big sole. Her foot was double the length of my face. She raised her foot very high, like she was about to… BAAM!!! With half her power she slammed her foot on my face. My nose was in immense pain!! Bjt it didn’t break… yet. She kept her foot on my face, very firmly like she was trying to hold a snake in its place.

Now I could feel the sweat and moisture of her foot. It smelled wonderful, even through my painful noise. She gradually lifted her foot. This time she lifted it even higher. Then with a loud BANG she kocked my head. This time she used all of her power, like she was trying to crush my head. Put of sheer luck, my head didn’t pop. Unfortunately my nose didn’t survive the crash. It got completely crushed by her foot. She started to twist her foot, smearing the blood all over my face.

She then lifted her foot and inspected my face. Before leaving, she rubbed her foot on my shirt to clean the blood of her foot. Then she walked on, to the kitchen. I got up and sprinted to my room, changing my shirt and looking for an excuse for my crushed nose. It hurt like hell but the adrenaline kept me going. I fell asleep. In the morning, she came in and immediately brought me to the ER. I told her I fell from my bed flat on my face. She bought the story and didn’t remember anything from the night before.