Squashing and Trampling Fun with Tall Girls

[squeezemeflat]

I have just started to write another fantasy story involving a tall young woman, who enjoys to use her physical superiority to dominate a smaller man. She happens to get to know his little secret and makes use of it to fullfill her own dark desires. I plan on several chapters, depending on how much time and inspiration I find to write on.

This story will have a main focus on weight fetish, but also include trampling, boots, boot licking, facesitting. And it will be non-lethal, just to mention for those who know my other stories which usually end up with the male victim getting crushed... ;)



CHAPTER 1

Last year in summer I had a series of experiences that still make me totally fuzzy in my head. It's still hard to believe it really happened. But now, as time has passed by and the pain in my tortured body has ceased I feel I want to write it down to share this true story.

It all started at the huge Do-It-Yourself Superstore where I have a part-time job as security night guard. In our area there had been quite a number of burglaries in homework stores so the management of my store deemed it better to have someone watching the place throughout the night. I am 39 years old, retired from military service, earning my money as a personal trainer over the day and as security officer in some night-shifts now and then. I am only 5'6“ but I have an athletic built and I guess in a sort that makes me attractive to some women despite the fact that I am rather short.

Now at the DIY Superstore where I work there is this gorgeous looking young woman in her mid-twenties. I was stunned at first sight when I saw her. She's working in the stockroom and when you see her whirling around through the aisles you cannot help but fall in love with her! She has shoulder-length red hair and steel-blue eyes. She's pretty tall, a lot taller than me, and has a really athletic frame with big curvy hips, a nice full-round butt and quite some boobs.... I guess she must have got used to comments about her sexy appearance, working together with so many men, as she's always laughing and making fun at the men. Since the time I had seen her for the first time, I started to get to the night-shifts ahead of time, well ahead of the store's closing time, so I had the chance to see her, maybe meet her or even have the chance to talk to her.

So one day finally, after she had seen me a couple of times around, she came outside to join me for a cigarette. I was so nervous being so close to her... She was wearing a pair of blue-jeans, sneakers and a tight black shirt that underlined her ample bosom. Although she was wearing flat shoes I had to look up to her. 'Hi! I'm Erin... Guess you've seen me around already...' She smiled at me and made a comment at my strong muscles... I replied that besides the fact the she was an absolutely beautiful young lady she also looked very athletic. I asked whether she was doing any sports, like playing basketball, as tall as she was. She laughed and told me she was indeed doing sports. She played in the local female water polo team and most of their team-mates were pretty tall, some even taller than her. 'How tall are you?' I inquired. '5 ft 11,' she smirked at me, 'in bare feet...! Much taller when I wear high heels for the night...“ she added cheerishly. 'Most guys don't dare to approach me, such a tall woman must be too intimidating for them. Can be fun sometimes...' She dropped her cigarette to the concrete floor. '...because most of the time it's the short guys that try to flirt with me!' I looked down to the burning cigarette as she lifted her size 12 sneaker to step onto the cigarette. She lifted her heel to put most of her weight onto the ball of her foot and started to grind the cigarette for seconds that seemed to be an eternity... I started when I noticed that I was staring down on her twisting foot mouth-open. Not much and I would have dropped saliva... So I composed myself and looked back up in her face. 'Don't you date short guys?' I dared to ask. 'Sure I do,' she grinned at me, 'they're so much fun to play with!' With that she knocked playfully with her fist against my chest which made me stumble backwards. She laughed and turned around to leave. I couldn't help but look at her swaying hips while she strode over the parking lot to her car. A few meters away she looked back at me one more time and wished me good night... That for sure was a good night! I waited till she had pulled out from the parking lot before I looked down again and felt hypnotized at the sight of her totally flattened and crushed cigarette. I felt so much excited at the thought to get flattened under her body like that cigarette! Being helplessly pinned under her tall body, that was five inches taller than mine and which surely outweighed me quite a few pounds. I guessed she had to weigh at least 165 or 170 pounds... I was sure I wouldn't need any coffee that night to stay awake. But this should turn out not to be true...

[squeezemeflat]

CHAPTER 2


I was having a short chat with one or the other employee before they all left and I was alone in the abandoned place. Sitting in my office, staring at the monitors of the surveillance cameras and dreaming off. From time to time I made my walks through the whole store and back over the parking lot. But I couldn't stop my fantasies spinning around in my head. Since I was a child I was dreaming of getting squashed and flattened under tall and heavy women. Imagined they would enjoy sitting on me, grinding their huge and heavy butt all over my body till I was totally flattened. Or they would step on me, standing on my stomach with all their weight, sinking deep into my flesh, looking down in my terrified face, laughing at me and telling me how heavy they were and how they would love to crush the living daylights out of me before they stepped onto my chest and made me faint from the lack of oxygen. I wanted to feel helplessly pinned under their weight...

It was a quiet night, getting early morning, around 2 am when I stopped during my walk in the aisle with all the construction supplies, bags of concrete and sand piled up on pallets... Standing and looking at one pallet I counted the number of bags piled up and figured out how much that pallet must have weighed. If I could get myself under that pallet... I would surely get crushed to death! I laid down besides a pile with sandbags, enjoying the view onto the heavy pile, and tried to imagine Erin would start to pile-up the bags onto my body till she had enough weight to crush me like her cigarette. I could even hear her joyful laughter... I tried to pull some bags onto my body. I managed to pile up three bags. Each bag was a hundredweight, so I was buried under 300 pounds which was a nice feeling. But I wanted more...
I got a rope from my office and went back. I put one bag of sand up on the pile vertically and pulled the rope around its upper part. Then I laid down beside the pallet, piling up three bags of sand so the top of this pile was nearly the same level as the pile on the pallet. By pulling the rope I could make the fourth sand bag tip over and fall on top of the stack I was lying under. Another hundred pounds coming down onto the pile was a really incredible feeling. I just laid there, closed my eyes, enjoyed the feeling of slowly getting flattened under 400 pounds, dreaming it would be three women instead crushing me under their combined weight.

I have no idea how it was possible to fall asleep under that amount of weight, but the next thing I remember was the lights coming on. I woke up and realized where I was... And that I was lying in the aisle under a pile of sandbags! Before I could get out from under the heavy pile I saw a face coming into view, upside down, the long red hair hanging to its side. Pretty blue eyes looking worriedly at me.

'Oh my God! Are you okay, Steve?! What happened?'

I was blushing, felt totally embarrassed and couldn't find any words. Her first impression was it must have been an accident... She started to lift the sandbags off my body. Strong as she was it looked so easy as she grabbed the 100-pound bags and threw them over onto the pallet. But she paused after the second bag and looked at the rope. It was then when it seemed obvious to her it hadn't been an accident. She looked down at me into my still reddened face stuttering words of stupid explanations.

'Oh, don't you dare to tell me any lies! You like that, don't you? You did this on purpose because it turns you on to feel the weight on your body!'

I was silently looking up into her beautiful but determined face. She guessed instinctively right and got me at my wound spot. I sighed. 'Well,...' I tried to find some words. But suddenly I saw the dirty sole of her sneakers over my face. Gently it came down, pressing onto my mouth and flattening my nose. The same sole that crushed the cigarette mercilessly was now pressing on my face and I could smell the rubber of her sole.

'Wait!' she said, then lifted off her foot from my face, turning over to straddle my chest.

She faced me and then dropped her heavy butt down onto the pile of sandbags. It was so quick and unexpected it hit me totally off-guard and made me groan under the impact. Now she was sitting with all her weight on the pile and had a challenging look in her face.

'Now tell me the truth! We haven't that much time left till the next employees come to work, so you better hurry up! And don't try to fool me,' With that she bounced her weight up and down, forcing another „ooommmppfff“ from me. 'I won't get up till I know everything!'

So I was forced to tell her everything, I had to reveal my darkest fantasies to her, how I feel attracted to tall women, how I imagined to get crushed under their weight, how I felt urged to get buried under those weights after I had met her. Erin listened carefully and seemed to be very interested. She shifted around her weight, smiling at me, giving me a hard time talking at the same time.

'Somehow I guessed something like that when you talked to me last night,' she said. 'There was this special look in your face when I told you about my height and my tall team-mates, and don't you think I hadn't noticed how you looked down when I twisted my foot on my cigarette...! Now that we share your little secret, what about having some fun tonight after my day-shift? I would love to see how much you really can take... As strong as you are I bet I could pile a lot more bags on top of you till you tap out...' Having said that she got up and helped me get out from under the bags just in time before her colleagues arrived. I felt quite flattened and sore from all the weight that must have been on my body for hours, but you can imagine I was so much excited at Erin's proposal for the night I couldn't get hardly any sleep during the day.

[squeezemeflat]

CHAPTER 3

In the evening I got back to work early, sat down in my office with a cup of coffee, thumbed through some magazines, but I was too nervous and got back up to make my usual walk through the store and over the parking lot to distract myself. Honestly I did it also to have a look for Erin but I couldn't find her anywhere. Finally I asked Mathew from the sanitary supplies about Erin. He told me that she had left early because she had been suffering from a headache. It was quite hard for me to hide my disappointment. I prepared myself for another quiet and boring night, as I was sure not to bury myself under any kinds of weight at this place after I had been caught by Erin.

It was not before 11 pm when I noticed the headbeams of a car on one of my monitors showing the view of a camera overlooking the parking lot. I watched as it parked close to the staff's side entrance. I took my flashlight, made sure I had my baton and my teargas with me, as I made my way to the side entrance from inside the store. I heard someone working at the lock of the door from the outside and grabbed my baton, when the door opened and I saw Erin standing there, with a cheering look on her face. 'Surprise!!!' she whispered and entered the store. I was awe-struck! She looked so overwhelming... Dressed up to kill as if she had prepared herself to go out for a Saturday night. She appeared even taller as she had on some leather boots with high block heels. She was wearing a tight black jeans and a small black leather top that left part of her tummy and belly button free. She had put on a decent make-up and looked totally out of place for this location.

She closed the door behind her, leaving the key inside the lock so no one else could open the door from outside. Then she turned around and walked up to me, with slow and deliberate steps, putting all her weight on each step causing intimidating thuds. She stopped so close to me I had to crane my neck to look up to her, when she wrapped her arms around me and looked down to me. She was so tall her crotch was the same height as my belly button. I was so surprised I even forgot I still had my baton in a tight grab. Nervously I nestled behind my back to get it back into my belt.

'What's up, Steve? Lost your voice?'

With her arms still wrapped around my neck she slowly pushed me till I ended up with my back to the wall. Erin lifted her right leg slightly, bending her knee as she pressed her thigh gently against my crotch. Her eyes got a strange flashing look that could have warned me but I was too much aroused and in love...

'Ready to squish for me, my little toy?'

Then she leaned her body against mine, pressing me into the wall. She laughed. 'Oh, we'll have so much fun tonight, Steve, don't you think so?' I felt heat in my cheeks and a starting erection in my pants as I nodded obediently, whispering: 'You look so beautiful, Erin...'

[vallee]

Nice story
Interesting

[squeezemeflat]

Nice story
Interesting

Thanks... At least one reply. Maybe the story is too long ;) before it gets to action...:


CHAPTER 4


'Why don't we look for a nice playground...' Erin teased me as she grabbed my belt and pulled me along. She held me in a tight grip and I had to follow her with quick and small steps till we reached a spot between two huge shelves in the mid of an aisle. There she let off me, reached behind a pile of buckets and pulled out a big bag. She opened the zipper and pulled out a thick grey blanket. She folded it and laid it down between the shelves in double layer. 'Lay down!' she commanded which I did. I tried to get comfortable on the blanket which gave me a good padding and isolation from the cold concrete floor. I looked up to her and was getting really aroused from the view. She looked even taller with me lying beneath her, while she was casually walking around me, looking down at her prey.

'Now you think you can handle tall and strong women?'

Each of her step came down like a thunder and made the floor vibrate. She stepped over me, straddled my hips and towered over me, each of her leather boots on either side of my hips, facing me.

'Let's see... Why don't we play a little game before we really start...? Let's assume you are my scales... I step on you and you have to guess my weight. For each pound that you are wrong I will make either a jump or a buttdrop on you!'

She smiled at me innocently like a little girl. I hesitated.

'I don't know... With those boots... I'm not really a trampling guy, you know...'

'Ah, come on... I'll be careful. It will be fun!'

She lifted her right foot and set it slowly onto my stomach. It felt okay and I was relieved her boots didn't have sharp high-heels but 2 inch square like heels.

'Are you ready?'

Slowly she transferred her weight onto her right foot, lifting her left foot off the ground. I tensed my stomach muscles but with all her weight on her right foot I couldn't prevent her from sinking into my stomach. It got better when she settled her left foot beside her right on my stomach and distributed her weight on both feet. I tell you, she felt quite heavy! She was kind of wobbling around on my stomach, putting more weight on her soles, then on her heels which gave my stomach muscles a real good workout.

'Now my scales – how heavy am I today?'

She wanted to squeeze an answer from me but I was in a dilemma – on the one hand I wanted to guess as closely as possible because I was afraid of her jumping on me. On the other hand, she felt so heavy, I didn't want to guess too high and make her angry.

'165!' I pressed out under strain.

'Oh, cute! Not quite right, but close! I think I have to adjust my scales a little bit...'

With that she started to bounce on me, not really jumping, but she bent her knees, lifted her heels a little and balanced all her weight on the soles of her boots, stretching and bending her legs in intervals and forcing a little muffled groan from me every time her boots impacted against my body.

'Now? I give you a little help. I am heavier than your first guess...'

'180 pounds...?' I dared to say.

'Do I really look that fat?' She put her hands on her hips and looked hurt. 'I think I have to punish you for that, you naughty boy!'

She lifted one of her boots and held it hovering over my face, putting me again under strain as all her weight was now again on the other boot compressing my tummy. I was shocked. She wouldn't step on my face, would she? Slowly her sole descended towards my face, I could smell the worn leather of her boots and the huge sole blocked out my vision.

'Lick! Lick the sole of your Mistress' boots and hope for her forgiveness!'

I really don't like this kind of humiliation and I am not the one who would ever go down on his knees to lick the shoes or the feet of a lady. But what should I have done in that situation, with all her weight pressing down on my stomach? So I started to lick her sole. Fortunately the boots looked rather new and the soles didn't have a deep tread so it wasn't that bad. At least she got satisfied and finally stepped off from my body. Still straddling me her steel-blue eyes laughed at me.

'You men always loose your brains when you see a woman, don't you? Didn't I tell you I would jump on you for each pound your guess was wrong? And I bounced on you eight times... So you could have calculated 165 plus 8... And that's 173 pounds!'

With that she dropped down heavily, her round butt impacting my body and forcing an 'Oooompppfff' from me as all the air left my lungs. There she throned on me, pinning me to the ground with all her 173 lovely pounds and enjoyed my wriggling beneath her.

'You really think you can handle more tonight? You already look a little exhausted to me. Your face is already red and I see some drops of sweat running down your temples...'

As I found my breath again, now with her sitting steadily on me, I gave my best to convince her I would be ready for more.

'I can take a lot of weight as long as the weight is not jumping in boots on my body,' I smiled.

'Okay, then let's go for it!'

She got up from my flattened stomach and left me on the ground while she made her way through the aisle, hopping joyfully like a little girl and cheering: 'Tonight you'll be a pancake! Tonight you'll be a pancake!'

[mrtramplefantasy]

Wow great story love the characters in the story

[macrina]

Great work, thank you for a graet storie, cant wait for next.

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks, glad you liked it so far. Here's the next chapter:

CHAPTER 5

I was laying on my blanket, looking at the ceiling high above me, thinking to myself how unreal this situation was. Could it be true? This gorgeous young woman who was now preparing something to flatten me some aisles down the hall really enjoyed what she was doing? I trembled in anticipation when I heard the wheels of a heavy loaded cart approaching. Erin came around the corner mustering all her strength to push a handcart that was loaded with bags of sand. She had to lean back with all her weight to make the cart stop before she would have run into me. I was gasping at the sight of six bags that summed up to 600 pounds...!

'Here I have six bags for your six-pack!' Erin giggled at her own pun... She looked at me, then back at the sandbags, then back again at me. 'You think we can pile that up on you without the stack tipping over?' She took the first bag up in her arms and stepped over to me, holding the heavy load over me.

'Can I drop it?' she asked, looking seriously. My facial expression must have been so funny that she started out laughing. 'Just kidding!' she said and lowered the sandbag carefully onto my stomach. She continued to pile up one bag after the other till she had four bags piled up on me.

'Now we have 400 pounds! That's what you had on you last night... But without me!' She bit on her lower lip and sat down onto the pile, giving me a real good squashing under the combined 573 pounds... It was unbelievable to have so much weight on my body! And with such a beautiful lady on top!

'Now, how do you like this? Being helplessly pinned under all that weight with me on top? If you ask me, you look pretty flat already... How long can you take this? Can you take it if I bounce?' She started to wiggle and bounce on top of the four sandbags and I was starting to breathe heavily. This was really heavy! I didn't know how long I could have possibly taken that amount of pressure. And she still had two more hundredweights!

'It's so much fun to squeeze a strong little man like you! You can really take a lot! It's amazing! But I have something that will make it more thrilling for me...'

She got up from the pile and went to her leather bag. She came back with four chains, each one attached to a leather strap. She knelt down at my side and purred: 'This will be so much fun...' She took my hand and pulled my arm over and behind my head, wrapping the leather strap around my wrist and fixing the chain to an iron pillar of the shelf behind me. I was too surprised to fight against her strapping me spread-eagled, as she proceeded to chain my other wrist and then my ankles each to another pillar of the heavy load shelves. In the end I was fixed to the ground, in the middle of the aisle, with my legs and arms stretched so I could hardly move, at the same time pinned down under 400 pounds of sandbags. When she had finished her bondage work she examined the result and seemed satisfied. Well, I had my fun with her, if it was for her enjoyment to chain me to the ground why shouldn't I grant her that pleasure? And I couldn't help but feel aroused from this predicament, being pinned, strapped down, slowly flattened under a huge amount of weight and at the mercy of this playful beauty.... Little did I know...

Slightly stretched from my bonds it was even harder to take the weight on my stomach. I couldn't curl up to tense my stomach muscles which usually helped me to take a lot of weight. I had to bear the full load flat to the ground as I was. Erin picked up the fifth bag from the cart and lifted it easily on top of the pile. It was 500 pounds now flattening me, but still less weight than under the four bags with her on top. It took a little more effort to get the last bag on top as she had to lift it quite a way up. The enormous weight flattened all the sandbags beneath and what felt easy and soft in the beginning got really tough as the lowest bag felt as hard as a stone, now compressed under all the weight.

'Ooopphhh,' Erin moaned, 'the last one was heavy! You lay there relaxing and I have to lift all these heavy sandbags', she continued to tease me, 'I think I cannot pile-up any higher. How does that feel, 600 pounds on your body?'

Erin got behind the pile, leaned her upper body onto the top and watched over it down to me. She didn't put much weight of her on top, but I felt even more compressed. Nevertheless, her challenging look evoked new and unexpected strength. I tried to look as easy as I could, crushed under 600+ pounds, and managed to whisper a 'Oh, just fine!' with the rest of air in my lungs.

'Well, that's great! I thought you could handle that...'

She got around from the pile and took position in front of the bags, straddling me, her boots on either side of my head, leaning her back carefully against the bags.

'Let's see how you like that...'

Slowly she bent her knees, letting her back slide down the stack till her butt touched the upper part of my chest. She was nearly sitting on my throat now, my chin touched barely her crotch. With her legs spread apart she put her hands on her knees and I could see her grinning face between her thighs and above her big rack of breasts as she leaned forward.

'So that's 600 pounds on your tummy and my 173 pounds on your chest... Getting hard to breath, hmmmm?'

I was unable to speak under the pressure, so I only nodded my head slightly, as much as I could with her crotch pressing against my chin.

'This cracking noise doesn't sound too good,' she laughed, 'maybe I should get off from your chest, what do you think?'

She lifted her heavy butt from my upper ribs and got on her knees, her calves now at either side of my head. As soon as my chest was relieved from the pressure I sucked in air to fill my lungs with oxygen, just to see her huge ass hovering abover my face.

'Maybe your face is a better spot to sit down...'

I was terrified to see her big butt getting closer and closer. Strapped down and pinned under 600 pounds I could do nothing to escape from her descending derrière. I managed to turn my head sideways just in time to prevent my nose from getting broken under her tight black jeans. The fabric touched my skin and pressed into it as her bodyweight settled down. It felt like my skull had got caught in a trash compactor that continued to flatten it to half of its original size. Even more uncomfortable was the strain on my neck. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to turn the head sideways.... I groaned and uttered a muffled 'Please...' Erin got back on her knees and looked back over her shoulder. She giggled when she saw the reddened pattern her jeans had left on one side of my face.

'Did that hurt? Better leave your head straight up... I want to feel your nose in my crack!' She smirked at me.

Before I could think about she was already sitting on my face again, carefully applying more and more weight. My nose went directly into her crack, or more precisely, it got flattened under the seam of her jeans that was stretched along her crack. It really hurt and tears shot in my eyes. Still I could get some air through my mouth, but she continued to wiggle her butt in position and her scratching jeans on my face was such a hell of a torture I even forgot about the weight on my stomach. I don't know how long I had to endure her facesitting torture... But when she finally got up from me I had watering eyes, a sore skin and the pain of my crushed nose was killing me.

'How did you like my nice butt in your face?' Erin asked me.

'I'd prefer to have your beautiful butt anywhere else but in my face... You broke my nose and tore of the skin of my face...' I whimpered.

'Don't be such a sissie! So many men would love to get my ass in their faces! Besides, you have to get used to ladies sitting on your face. What do you think how else should I get enough of my team-mates on top of you? You're so tiny, one or two of my girls have to sit on your face to make them all fit on your body!' she laughed.

I was getting nervous when she threatened me with her team-mates. Did she really plan to involve other girls of her team in this bizarre game?

'You have such a sweet look in your face when you're surprised and don't know what to say!' Erin said as she got up and started to lift off the sandbags from the pile.

'Of course I have talked about you with my friends. They're so excited to get to know you... They want to see your muscles and take a look at a 5 foot 6 guy who brags he could take on a whole team of tall female water polo players!'

'I... I...' I was slowly recovering as the weight on my body decreased. Three bags were still on my body, Erin had placed the other three back onto the cart. 'I have never said, I could take on a whole team...!'

'Well, maybe you haven't said it, but I know you have dreamed of getting flattened under the weight of me and my team-mates... Haven't you? Don't be so shy. I bet it's a lot more fun to get squeezed under a lot of beautiful girls instead of ugly sandbags...' With that she straddled the remaining three sandbags on my body and let herself drop down fullweight. After having been under so much weight for 20 minutes or even more, I was short of tapping out, even under the 473 pounds. My body screamed for a short break to get back in shape. I felt like a cartoon character that had been steamrolled 2-D and needs to pop back up to 3-D...

'Of course I have to test your limits before I let all my girl-friends team up and squash you. The weight you're under now is about the weight of three girls... And as you can imagine there are a lot of more girls in one team!'

[Crushedbare]

Very good story. Looking forward to the next chapters.

[Davie D]

Excellent story, looking forward to more!

[Humfur]

Great story, squeezemeflat. Best I've read here in a long time! Multi sitting & trampling fantasies are probably a lot more popular than you imagine!

[chicagofeet]

You're one of the very few who really takes the time to contribute great material for FREE.
Thank you very much. Great story.

[tj9142001]

Thank you, thanks you, thank you!!! More please.

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks for all the nice feedback! I am glad you like that story. I want to continue the story but it may take some time. I took a short break in writing.

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[deusfan]

OMFGBBQ, awesome story! Probably one of the best I have ever read!

[tramplemore]

Awesome story, please take a early break from your break from the writing and continue the writing, it is a great great story after a long time...........................:)

[grizley]

Excellent story so far please continue.

[Peter0815]

Great story! Please continue as soon as possible.

[chicagofeet]

Break time is OVER!!

[speedbump]

This is quite the exciting story. I hope it hasn't died prematurely.

[stivalo]

great story!
thanks a lot. please, keep writing.

[jim2004291277]

Brilliant stuff, thanks for posting and hope you continue :)

[chicagofeet]

I was all excited... a new chapter... and... nada. (sigh)

[ssc570]

Same here. I hope one comes soon. Love the sneaker part. hope alot more of that is coming too.

[Firestorm]

Enjoyable. I like your writing style. I know trample isn't going to be the focus, but I'm hoping to see more.

[ssc570]

Will there be another update? I hope so.

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks for all the replies... The story was meant to be continued, I had already some ideas in mind. Unfortunately I had some health issues that took longer than expected and had a lot of trouble with that and with my job. So my mind simply wasn't set up for any fetish fantasies. I am sorry to keep you waiting but for the time being I have such a lot of work that I hardly find any sparetime. And this also causes a lack of creativity at the moment. There is no use to force something if one isn't in the right mood... I hope I can get back to the story next month...

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[ssc570]

Thanks, hope everything works out well for you.

[grizley]

I hope that you are feeling better and you are catching up with your work. Looking forward to your return to writing.

[speedbump]

squeezmeflat...

You are without a doubt one of my favorite contributors on this forum. You have always been very generous with your material, of which I am very much a fan.
Hope you are getting well, and look forward to seeing your familiar presence back here soon.

[albmormor]

It's the best story I've even read. Please, continue

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks for all the feedback... I have to apologize. I had so many ideas to go on with this story but I simply got off track and didn't get back into writing mood. I am sorry to keep you waiting but it's not good to rush into something when your mind is not up to. I hope I can continue in the future...

SMF

[Peter0815]

Please continue as soon as possible - your story is great!

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[superpower34]

ty for story and i hope you will have writting mood a.s.a.p.

[chicagofeet]

You wrote, "The weight you're under now is about the weight of three girls... And as you can imagine there are a lot of more girls in one team!' I don't want to imagine. I want to read what all of them together do to his body. How long will the gals keep on him without noticing that he long ago passed out. Will they throw his body on top of their VAN and take him to their practice field? What kind of workout will they do on him? Will there be an actual practice game later?