So my buddy Steven owns a carpet and rug store called Carpet Emporium they carry some very beautiful carpets and rugs and heavy duty ones used by workshops and grocery stores like the locally owned Johnstons Giant Foods i found out my buddy sells carpets and rugs to one of the owners of that store, a real hunk of a tall man with big feet and big hands. His name is Drew johnston and he wears a size 14-15 depending on shoe but enough about him, see i had worked for this drew for almost 4 years before he got furious with me one day and snapped at me telling me he’d stomp me flat if i made the mistake again. So i had quit working for him and went to work for a competitor well Steven knows about my fetishes and told me you know drew comes and makes a purchase of his stuffed carpets one a week sometimes every 2 weeks but my buddy goes to tell me drew buys the ones that have manakins in them and he is walking standing stepping and crushing the manakins flat see apparently drew has a crushing fetish he loves to use his big feet to make something go flat and im just sitting here going this is hot as hell but why are you telling me i could never do that in a public store like that he said you could if your best friend that owns store were to get a call from drew stating he wanted me to pick him out some good choices and have them laid out for drew to try when he gets there i dropped the phone went an changed clothes quick and drove like a bat out of hell to arrive in time, i ran in my Buddy comes over and says you sure about this Keith? What if he try’s you out decides to buy you and has me seal the ends of the rug your in so your parts dont come out as your crushed load you up and deliver you to his awaiting feet? I was like I will die happy flattened out under the feet of a god. So he shows me the try-out room which already has 7 other rugs laying on floor waiting i saw the one he picked for me he has scraped Eye holes in the backing so i can see out but he can’t see in it, i was quickly but correctly wrapped and laid down in between 4-5 rug my buddy Steven says ok well do your best to stay still and dont breathe too much and maybe he wont know the difference
It wasn’t 10 mins when i heard Drews strong sexy voice and the smack smack smack of flip flops smacking up against the soles of his bare feet, and he was already stepping down on the first one and he said ouch no not that one as he worked his way down to me he tried 2-4 and said maybe this one will be the right one and then i felt a huge heavy foot land on my stomach full force then his other foot crashed down on the side of my face and i heard him say ohhhh this one is nice and comfy its taking all the pressure and pain off my knees and back im pretty sure this one is going home with me hes rubbing and grinding those huge soles into me as hes saying all this then slow slow rolling foot steps off me and onto # 6-7 almost immediately he says no i think my minds made up go anhead an seal #5 up so its pieces dont come out as i am crushing it, you know its going to be spending lots of time under me since my wife and son are gone outta state for 2 weeks on vacation and im stuck here, basically if i am awake it’ll be stepped on stood on or trampled by me im going to guess by how it felt ill be back in a week to get another one. With that my buddy Steven grabbed the hand held sowing machine and sowed up the top and bottom of the roll of carpet i was in essentially sealing me inside. With that he called for the loaders/ delivery guys to come load me up and take me to Drew’s house, they didnt care how they picked me up or handled me to the delivery truck they just grabbed and threw me into the back of the carpet truck and drove out to his house the whole time i am thinking what have i done no one is going to know what happened to me and as i thought that last thought i heard the engine turn off and there voices and then Drew’s voice hey guys same place as the others up the stairs and 2nd door to your left and they grabbed and carried me up the stairs and dropped me on the floor of the room he had said, i could hear drew thank them and then i heard the door shut and his flip flop’s coming up the stairs and then he entered the room and without even missing a beat he stepped right on my face then chest and just started walking all over me then his phone rang and he stopped walking i had his left foot on my face and his right sinking into my gut i watched thru the eye holes Steven had made for me i could see his toes flexing from my position and i was like this is hot but im not coming back out of this room alive im going to be crushed like a bug under these huge feet and im enjoying every second. Then he steps off me i hear him go downstairs still on the phone but he opens and shuts the fridge getting a beer out and cracking it open i hear him coming back upstairs telling whoever is on his phone that his wife and son are on a mission trip with the church and wont be back for 2 weeks he said that’s why i went and got another carpet with the stuff in em to crush so i would have something to do, with that statement he stepped back up on me this time hes purposefully stepping in place like you would if you was flattening a box or coke bottle and im having a hard time not making any noise but i am just in awe of seeing his huge feet go up and come back down in this Teva flip flops watching as he isn’t even looking down at what he is doing. He then says alright buddy holler at me later i got to do a conference call now and hangs up he is just standing still on me mashing all the air out of me i hear him connect to his conference call and he steps off me again and goes out into the hallway i am assuming to his room because what i saw when he came back scared me to the core he had went and put on socks and Hokas they are what i would call the mega crushers and he stepped up on me again those shoe soles was impossible to fight they was going to make me flatter by the time his call was to end. Fast forward 35 mins later and hes hanging up and stepping off me talking about now that’s a work out. Yeah for you buddy i am feeling like a pancake as he now has left the room im glad to have a breather from his feet and those killer shoes, oh god not those i hear clunk clunk clunk hes put on his boots and is walking back into the room he looks at the carpet roll and says dont worry you’ll get to know all my shoes and then my bare feet today and then he looks up and says why am i talking to carpet, carpet is to be walked on not talked to and with that he lifts up and steps down on me full weight with both boots the heel sinks into my ribs and my hip. He takes a couple steps all over me with those boots the slick sole resting on my cheek while the heel is buried in my neck his other foot is on my rib cage and its struggling under the weight of these massive feet he continues this for the next hour until his phone rings again and its the boys inviting him out to town he gladly accepts and steps off without even looking down at the carpet roll which to be honest didnt look much like a roll anymore more like a sandwhich and i was the stuffing i had resigned to the fact there was no way out of this situation i had gotten myself into and would be what ultimately ended me like a crawfish i had saw crushed under this guys soles. Drew had no mercy nor did his massive feet which as i was thinking this he had came back into the room in his flip flops stepping right up on me and walked down me to look at himself in the mirror all i could think was damn i really am going to be flatttened and he turned around and walked back down me with slow purposeful grinding motions then out the door down the stairs i heard him open and shut the truck door and him driving away so i decided to rest he would be back soon enough and i would be crushed flat soon enough as well. To be continued
A few hours later i here the diesel engine as the truck turns into the garage and it turns off I here him get out and open the door and he sounds drunk as he stumbles in and shuts the door throws his keys down on the counter and tries to make it up the stairs and all i could think was hes too drunk to try to walk all over me and try to crush me but no he comes into the room drunk but hes looking angry and im actually scared he says so you think your so tuff Mr mannequin that’s why your hiding inside a carpet huh? Well imma have to crush you good to show you who is tuff, and with that he kicks off his flip flops and steps onto my face with his left barefoot his right crash lands on my chest. Here i am under his actual barefeet something i wanted but now am wishing i hadnt they hurt worse than any of his shoes and the pressure and force they are giving me is incredible. He is just walking up and down me, stopping every so often to really press and grind his soles into me. He says hahaha look at you now Mr mannequin or should i say flattened bug and he steps off and goes and drags his chair over to me and he sits down putting both soles on my face and starts snoring.
TO BE. CONTINUED
Day 3
The Crushing Truth
Day 3 started simple enough i was in a daze waking up lite headed from no food or drink since Friday afternoon and this was Monday morning i was awoken by his alarm clock on his phone going off to him waking up and standing up full weight down on me yawning and stretching then him going into the bathroom to pee, then he goes downstairs turns on tv and starts a pot of coffee he comes back up stairs takes a shower then comes into the office grabs the prints off the fax machine and starts looking over them while slowly moving around on my insides it felt incredible under him even though i knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer under his feet and inside this rug i was becoming ok with the fact i was comfortable to him and his soles enjoyed having me under them, that was until he stomped down on my chest saying dammit he stomped down a few more times with a few more choice cuss words threw the papers down on his desk then started to randomly stomp different areas of me my chest got several blows my face my neck my pelvis then he angrily stomped off me and down the hallway what i wish i had known was he was going to get his hunting boots I would’ve been even more scared of what was coming next he slowly comes back in the office and has this determined look on his face in his eyes i saw the end he was crushing what ever was in this rug and crushing it now. He lifted one booted sole up and brought it down with such force i had never believed could happen he stomped down 14,15 times with such force it felt as if my body had been smashed flat like in the animations i used to watch on porn sites. He stops momentarily and surveys the damages he takes a breath like this tires him out and says satisfactorily hmm about halfway now and then jumps up and lands hard Down on my pelvis and it felt as if it flattened completely he did this all over my body head included then stepped off not knowing that he had brought me to the very end of what i once called life i was barely alive crushed and mashed almost flat it was that tween time between life and death. I blinked he was leaving room open eye he walking back in barefoot stepping on and finishing the crush of my head ending my existence.
Drew continued to walk on my dead body for two more days before becoming bored with a flattened out body he picked up the rug with me in it and brought it downstairs and out to the fire pit and covered me in gas and lite it on fire and went back inside his house.
So moral of story dont get inside of a carpet unless you want to meet same cruel fate under a local hot guys feet who is buying a mannikin stuffed carpet to crush with his big feet
THE END.
