Under Janet 12 min read

by Yoboi435

I was 18 years old when I first met Janet. She was the daughter of my moms friend. While I was a freshman in high school, she was studying her masters degree in english. My mom and her were really close. One day, she invited her to our house. Until that day, I only heard about her through my mom. But the day I met her, would change the way I think forever.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when I put on some nice clothes to welcome her with my mom. As the door bell rang, I came down stairs from my room and waited behind my mom. She opened the door and there she was. I guess her to be around 6’1” tall. She had a colorful shirt, bright jeans and white converse shoes on. Obviously the shoes were my first target, but she was also pretty beautiful. She had long blonde hair and a nice smile. She seemed athletic, but still heavy from some muscle and maybe dense bones?

Anyway, my mom and I welcomed her and we sat in the living room and talked. Of course she asked some questions about me. She was very nice. But I couldn’t hold back from staring at her nice grey socks. Her feet seemed really big.

After a while, I wanted to go to the bathroom. On the way, I walked past the front door and spotted her shoes. I walked towards them and thought about taking pictures of them, which I did. But then I asked myself, how would those beautiful feet smell like? This could be my time to find out. I looked around to make sure there was no reflection of me in the living room or they didn’t just walk past.

I got on my knees, put my nose into her left shoe and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing. It wasn’t too stinky or cheesy, but it was so welcoming. I even put out my tongue and liked the sole. It tasted like the smell, just a bit saltier from her sweat. I was so aroused, I got the biggest boner I have ever had.

Of course, I couldn’t walk with my boner sticking out my jeans. So I walked upstairs and went to my room. I usually lie down on the floor to get rid of a boner. Pressing it against the floor helps a lot. As it passes, I suddenly hear the door handle being pushed down.

As I turn around, I see Janet towering over my small body. I was already pretty short with my 5’5”. Her 6’1” towering over me, made my heart beat so fast and intense. It was my dream come true. If she just didn’t see me and stepped on me. Uhh, but no she saw me. I looked at her until my mom looked at me and asked why I was on the floor. She probably just wanted to give her a tour. I said because I like to lie on it to straighten my back. She probably just wanted to give her a tour.

I stood up and went on my bed to watch some stuff on my phone. As my mom leaves the room, I look up and see Janet look at me with a big smile. A suspicious one. Why did she do that? Well, I’d find out!

Before she leaves, we agree for her to teach me english. I wasn’t good in english at that time. Her helping was very good for my grades.

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It’s 3pm and I am impatiently waiting for the door bell to ring. I have already set up all the homework and school books. The door rings and I run to open it. I unlock it and as I pull the handle, I can see her. She looks like a giant. She has a white shirt on with bright jeans. Her shoes are the massive white converse. I have to really look up to talk to her.

We hug and talk before we sit down at the table to start working on my homework. She explains everything to me and I somehow get it. I normally have problems to understand it in class, but she can actually explain it so that I get it.

After we get done with everything, we put our stuff to the side. She looks at me and starts with a sigh “Ok, I need to ask you something. You remember the day I visited you? What were you doing when you left to go to the bathroom?” I start to sweat. Did she see me smelling her shoes? How? I was sure she couldn’t see it. What do I say now?

She seems to realize that I am getting nervous. “Look, I know your age and I know what you’re into. And it’s totally fine. It is completely normal to have that kind of feelings. Everybody has different ones and yours are… feet.” “Please don’t tell a soul. I have been trying to keep it a secret!” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. My mouth is zipped!” I calm down and realize, that it’s not that bad. I kinda feel relieved that somebody knows it.

I think further: The only person knowing that I have this fetish is a 32 year old woman who is 6’1” tall, probably weighs more than 130 pounds and has size 10 feet. “Could you maybe step on me?” She is shocked. “What?” “I mean, you are the only person keeping my secret.” “Uh, alright I can try it. Just so that you know how it feels.” I get excited.

I go on the floor and position myself for her. She stands up and towers over me, standing next to my torso. She raises her big foot and hovers it over my belly. From there she goes up to my chest, over my neck and then finally over my face. Wow! Is she going to step on my face the first time she steps on me at all? Her big foot seemed like a death sentence to me, which made me even more excited. She makes some kicking movements without actually hitting me.

She then puts her foot on my face to actually sniff it. I do, but it still isn’t fully what I meant by step on. She Moves her foot over my face and lands it above my head. “And? How was it?” “The sniffing was good but you didn’t step on me!” “What do you mean.” “Well, I am into feet, but I’d love it more if somebody steps on me with her full weight on my groin, belly, chest, neck or face!” “What are you talking about? If I did that to you, I could crush you to death! I don’t think uou can handle my 180 pounds.” Wow, that’s how much she weighs? Well she might be right. But I still want her to do it.

“Come on, please! I mean, if you are unsure, we could try it on my bed?” She shakes her head in disbelief. “Ok, look” She goes to the fridge and gets a watermelon. She places it on the floor. “Try to step on it, without jumping or anything.” I do and it doesn’t move or squish a bit. “Alright, get off and get your face next to it, to actually see it!”

She puts on her shoes and puts it on the watermelon. She starts to increase the pressure on it. I can see it bend a little. She increases it further until suddenly, the watermelon bursts and cracks under her foot, which she didn’t place on the watermelon with her full weight yet.

Janet looks at me with an ‘I told you so’ expression. She puts her full weight on her foot, flattening the watermelon. She continues to walk over it ruthlessly, like a tank crushing a car. She cleans the floor and takes off her shoes. She comes towards me and asks “Do you still want me to step on you?” On one hand, I am totally scared by this. She seems to actually have a lethal weight. But on the other hand, it makes me even more aroused when she steps on something and completely crushes it. I think about it and the nod a confident yes.

*sigh* “Alright, but I am not going to do it on the hard floor. Your bed might cushion some of the weight.” We go to my room and I lay flat on my bed. She takes her shoes off and gets on the bed, with her feet on either side of my torso. She puts one foot on my chest and starts to increase her weight on it. Her foot covers half my chest. She then puts her other foot on it. All the air is pushed out of my lungs and it gets harder to breathe. It feels amazing how she’s standing on my chest, her 6’1” towering over me.

Janet look down on me with a mischievous smile. She makes a step behind onto my stomach. Then her other foot follows her. I can’t support all her weight with my nonexistent abs, so my belly totally gives in. Her full weight hurts a lot now. She is literally squishing all my organs. I let out a groan. She looks at me, but doesn’t change her position.

After a while, she walks back on my chest. She starts to jump on it, pushing out the little air I was able to breath. “Haha, you know what? This is actually fun! Your chest feels like a spring” She looks me into the eyes and raises one foot and hovers it over my face. Her foot is as big as my head. She then slowly descends her foot on it until she touches my nose. Janet presses it against my whole face. I start to take a deep breath. Her feet smell so good. They aren’t too stinky. They just smell like good feet.

She puts her other foot on my face as well. It gets pretty hot under her sock, which makes it harder to breathe. The pressure is immense, but luckily my nose is in between her feet. Otherwise it would’ve been flattened.

She gets of my face sits down on my groin to rest. Unfortunately, she sits down on the biggest boner I have ever had. She starts to laugh “Hehe, well what do you know?” It is a nice moment to rest. “Am I doing a good job?” “Yeah, it’s amazing!” “I actually watched some of it, to kinda prepare myself.”

She stands up and says “Alright, now let’s do the real stuff. Get on the floor.” I get on the floor. Janet walks to the front door and gets her shoes. She gets back and drops them on my face. She picks one up and puts it on my chest. She then puts them on, while on my chest. It felt amazing feeling her securing her foot into the shoe on my chest.

She then grabs my head and moves it to the side, placing the shoe on the side my head. Her converse is as big as my head. As she puts her shoe in, I realize that her shoe soles are still wet from the watermelon. She puts her foot in and secures it. The pressure from her shoe hurts in a different way. It’s a bit rougher and colder, as opposed to her warm and soft socks.

She stands right next to my eyes. I can see her whole body on her two big feet. What I always love about trample, stomping and crushing, is just the sheer power she has. Like she could literally take a wrong step too hard and injure or even kill me. It’s this thrill that arouses me even more.

She walks around me and stops in front of my groin. She raises a foot and puts it on my dick. She slowly increases the pressure. I get more and more excited. She then puts her whole weight on it, almost making me come. Her next step goes right on my stomach, which she squishes with her whole weight. The next one is onto my chest, making all the air in my lungs vanish again. Her last step is on my head. She pushes my head to the side and starts to increase the pressure. Can I even withstand her in shoes on the hard floor?

As she keeps adding weight, it gets more and more painful. I start to groan but she keep going. Her weight keeps getting more and more, like there is no end. I finally feel her foot raise from my chest. She is now standing on my head with her full body. It’s horrible. I start to scream a little but she doesn’t move a bit. She seems to like it, as she lets out a quiet giggle. Meanwhile I feel like my head might explode at any moment. I start to tear up. She puts a foot on the floor and slowly decreases the pressure until she is off of me. I hear a ringing sound from the ear she stood on.

She walks over me multiple times like that. Last time she does it, she goes from my head to my groin. As she steps on my dick, I completely come into my pants.

After all that, she sits down on my bed and asks how it was. “It was amazing. Like you totally knew what to do. It was epic. It hurt, but obviously I liked it.” She looks at me with a satisfied face.

We continued to do sessions every time she came over to help me with school. Sadly she had to move from the city the following month. This experience taught me that I could withstand a lot of weight, even though I was short. Exploring my limits was the task I set myself for life. Exceeding them would become very dangerous as I found out myself. But that’s a story for another day.