Support Part 2 8 min read

I was excited at the prospect of what I was about to do. Ideas were running through my head like never before. At last, I had something I could do to demonstrate my worth. I’ll show her I can support her. Perhaps I should have thought the thing through more, but I was on a roll and nothing was going to stop me now.

I built a rectangular wooden frame out of boards that were just big enough for me to lie down inside of it. It touched my shoulders on either side and was an inch above my head and below my feet. I then covered the frame with plastic that fit down inside of it and covered the floor below. This would act as a mold. I then retrieved a couple of 5-gallon cans of a urethane compound I got from the last place I worked. This consisted of two liquids that when mixed would gel and set into a resilient urethane rubber compound that was stiff enough to provide support yet soft enough to cushion the pressure. I mixed up the compounds and poured the mixture into the mold I had made up to the halfway mark. I then lay down in the mold flat on my back with my arms at my side and my head straight looking straight up. The material displaced by my body rose to fill the mold filling all the voids between my body and the floor in the process. I had to remain perfectly still till the mold hardened. When I got up, I had a perfect mold of the backside of my body. After it was cured completely I could lie down in it and it would support me completely. My shoulder blades, neck, and head were held perfectly immobile, as were my hips and legs. I would be able to support the great weight without rolling from side to side. I couldn’t wait to show Carol.

Next, I cut two round disks out of a piece of transparent clear Plexiglas such that they fit right into the bony part of my eye sockets. These would protect my eyes in the event Carol would step on one of them with her high heels. I then fashioned a frame from a piece of heavy cloth that wrapped around my head and used it to fasten the Plexiglas in place so it wouldn’t move. I could still see just fine, but my eyes were well protected.

The next morning Carol couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw what I had made. She said, “You’re not really going through with this, are you?”

I said, “Sure I am, I’ll show you I can be all the support you’ll ever need.”

She said, “Suit yourself, but I warn you… at work, I wear high-heeled shoes and I can’t be bothered by watching out for you. I got a lot of work to do and if you’re going to be underfoot you better be prepared to take what comes without a lot of whining and such.”

“Don’t worry about my whining”, I said, “I can handle it. All you’ll notice from me is how much easier your day is because of me.”

She said, “OK, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” and she went on and got ready for work while I loaded my body mold into the car. She came out a few minutes later ready to go. I noticed she was wearing a white blouse with a black knee-length skirt dark coffee-colored hose and classic black pumps with the narrowest spikey heels in her collection. I guess she was planning on testing my resolve… or maybe she just thought she’d show me up for being foolish. Either way, I was determined I was going to see this through… no matter what!

When we go to where Carol works I went about setting up the mold frame behind the L-shaped counter where Carol worked. There was a long counter space with a cash register on the shorter leg of the L. Again my euphoria kept me from thinking the whole thing through. I put the mold down running the length of the long leg of the counter with the head part near the junction of the short leg. That seemed sort of cozy. I forgot that Carol would be spending a lot of time standing in front of the cash register, which would put her right on my face!

Once I donned my goggles and got into position in the mold, Carol wasted no time stepping right up on my chest. I had no idea how much those spike heels would hurt. They felt like ice picks digging into my chest. Carol felt a lot heavier than she did last night. She stood there on both feet and let her weight move back onto her spike heels so I could feel the full essence. I knew this was going to be a long day.

I just grit my teeth and held my ground. I didn’t make a sound. Carol stood there for a while rocking back on her heels, but when she saw I wasn’t going to cry “uncle” she relaxed a bit and stood on me normally. “I have to admit,” she said after a bit, “this is a lot better than standing on that old, hard, floor.” Then she began to walk around some to test me out. It was a lot more painful than I thought it would have been. She walked down to my legs and onto my ankles. The pain of her spikes digging into my legs was terrible. I made a mental note for tomorrow to wrap my legs in tape the way football players do to protect them a bit. The first time she stepped on my groin I thought I’d go through the roof! Her heel skewered the base of my penis and the rest of her sole came down on the length of it. I thought she was going to tear it off, but she just kept walking… pretending she didn’t know how much pain she was causing me. The mold I made was working very well. No matter where she walked my body would give with the pressure, but I didn’t roll at all… making a very good walking surface. Carol found walking on me very easy.

Then she walked up to my face. At first, she looked down into my eyes and gave me one of those “Oh well, here goes” looks and then stepped up onto my face with first one foot and then the other. The spike heel of her right foot first bit into my chin and then the rest of her sole mashed down onto my eye and forehead as she transferred her weight to that foot and stood on my face. The spike heel of her left foot bit into the other side of my chin and that foot came to rest on the other side of my face. Then she just stood there as she started to check out her register and get it ready for the day’s work. Luckily the mold worked very well and held my head from rolling to the side. If she would have slipped stepping up onto me her heel would have torn my face to pieces. As it was, the pressure of her standing full weight on my face was painful enough. I could feel my head being pressed deep into the urethane mold, which actually cushioned the back of my head very well. But my face was exposed to the harsh reality of her shoes pressing down hard into my face. I could feel her slightest movement above as her weight shifted around on my face to match the movement. Her spike heels were digging into my chin. I wondered if she was drawing blood. Probably not, but it sure felt like it was. The pressure of her feet pressing into my face was terrible, but I was determined to endure.

Finally, she stepped back off my face onto my chest. The rush of blood flowing back into my face hurt almost as much as when she first stepped up there. She looked down into my face and noticed the deep dimples her heels had left in my chin and said, “Well, what do you think? Do you want to give up and go home now?”

I gave her my bravest look and said, “In for a penny… in for a pound.”

“OK,” she said, “I have to admit this feels much better than standing on that old hard floor all day. But, be warned… when I get busy I won’t be paying any attention to you or where I’m stepping.”

“That’s OK,” I said, “You take care of your work and I’ll take care of me.”

“Alright,” she said and spun on her heel and stepped off me heading to another part of the store.

As I lay there awaiting her return I contemplated how I got into this mess. But as I did I also realized I felt more alive now than I have in months. At least here I truly was making a contribution to the family effort. I could feel better about myself. Indeed, if I could endure this, I had ample reason to feel damned good about myself. I stiffened my resolve to see this through no matter what. It’s a good thing because the fun was just beginning…