Trampled Under Foot

If Fiona wasn't as tiny as she was right now she'd probably be crushing your sternum. You suspect that was exactly why she was doing it, taking advantage of one of the few things her new form allowed her to do. It wasn't comfortable, having a hundred pound person standing on your chest, but it was manageable.

You kiss Fiona's foot with everything you had. Along the ball, down on the soft skin of the arch, the heel, and in and around each of her little toes. It didn't have much of a flavor, just like skin really, though you could taste just a hint of plastic the brand new flip-flops Fiona had been wearing. There was just a hint of a sweaty smell, but nothing unpleasant. She watched you, her face stony and expressionless though the shine to her eyes gave away her enjoyment.

"I'm not going to have to train you much at all, am I?"

"Mmmm...nmmmmm. No. I'll be a good boy." You promise her.

She nods slowly. "I see that." With the tip of her big toe, now wet with your saliva, she traces up and down and around your face and neck. You reach for her foot with your lips and tongue as it passes by your mouth again and she plunges the toe into your eager lips. You lock your lips around it and begin suckling it lovingly. Gazing up at Fiona in complete submission you communicated that you were happy to suck anything she wanted to offer you. You really, REALLY wanted to suck her cock right now but the toe would have to do.

You run your tongue over and round it. You feel her smooth hard nail, the tough rougher skin at the pad,and the softer skin along the sides at top. "Mmmmm." You moan softly as you suck it.

You go to reach up and cradle her foot in your hands but she shakes her head. "Don't touch me."

"Mmmmm." You hum disappointingly, though you continue to suck.

"Lie still now." Fiona pops her toe from your mouth and runs it hard around your lips, wetting them in the process. With the flat of her foot she pushes your head to the side and steps down, smooshing your ear hard into your skull. She holds you there a long moment before moving on. She slides her foot through your hair then down over your eyes. She slaps your cheek once then grips the supple flesh with her toes and pinches you.

The foot planted on your chest, bearing her weight, was slowly but steadily becoming almost intolerable. "Ugh." You grunt as you try to shift her weight. She stomps your head into the ground as punishment for moving...but she shifts every so slightly to ease the pain. She seemed to be able to read you like a book. As if she had some sixth sense of where your limits were.

Tracing her toe down your cheek she brings her sole across your neck...and very carefully lowers some of her weight down on it. She looks down at you like a medieval warrior standing over a vanquished foe might, literally pinning you down by the neck under her foot. She looked gigantic towering above you. If she could display any more dominance over you you just weren't sure how.

You grit your teeth and swallow hard, her heel pressing your trachea as it moved up and down from the swallow.

Bending at the hip she leans down to study your grimacing face. The foot supporting her weight was feeling awfully heavy once more. Your rib cage felt strained and your breath was **** to be shallow due to the pressure. You loved every moment.

"Jesse." She whispers.

"Nnngg?"

A smile plays at her lips. "You don't have to hold it in. What you're feeling. Let me hear it. Express your true self my love. You don't have to hold it in for me. I want to hear you baby."

She stands back up as you ponder those words. Twisting in spot she grinds the ball of her weight bearing foot into your chest. You let out a small grunt. She raises an eyebrow. With her other foot she lets the weight off of it but begins exploring the side of your neck with a probing big toe. Then, as she finds a particular spot on the side of your neck just behind and below your earlobe, she presses it hard into your flesh. A burst of pain flares out from the pressure point.

"Ahhhh!" You let out.

Fiona's smile grows. "Yes, that's it. Let me hear you."

"Unhhhhhhh!" You whine. She nods encouragingly. You let out another higher pitched moan. "Uhhhhnnnnn."

"Good boy." Dragging that dextrous big toe of her down over your shoulder and onto your chest she then digs the nail into your nipple.

"Unnghhhh!" You sigh.

Grabbing your nipple in her toes she pinches and tugs on it.

"Uhhhhhhh!" Your whimper was high and soft and most unmanly.

She was eating up your subby noises of distress like a starving woman. She licks her lips. "Mmmmmm." She lets out a long hissing breath. "Wish I had my heels." She says more to herself than to you. She then announces. "The safe word is ... snake."

You grin.

Turning around with the deftness of a gymnast she begins to walk over your body as casually as taking a walk through the park. She walks down your torso. Heel, ball, toe. Her bare feet grip and dig into you. Each step carefully placed to elicit the maximum response from your flesh. She is attentive however. She avoids your floating ribs. She waits for to tighten your abdomen before stepping down. You were in the hands of a master.

She walks down one leg then turns around and balance beams up the other. She steps on your arms, your hands, your shoulders. Muscles are pushed and rolled beneath her tread, skin is pinched and twisted, bones bend and creak to her weight. Every part of you safe to bear her weight feels it, and those other parts are treated to the not so tender attentions of her talented toes. Every part...except your junk. She quite particularly avoids that area.

She gets you to roll over and goes again. Her small feet walking slowly and steadily up and down your shoulders, back, and bottocks. Ohhhh, this just felt good as she worked out knots of tension with her hard pressing feet. She runs her toes through your hair again and pulls it. She leans more of her weight onto your skull than before. She slaps your upper back with her feet and kicks your arms. She digs her heel down hard into the crack of your ass and gives your anal sphincter a rough massage through your shorts.

The more you let out every little whimper and moan the easier it got. Through socialization you had learned to hold in your natural responses to pleasures and pains. To be stoic and manly. But Fiona wanted to hear you, it made her happy. And wouldn't you know it, it felt pretty damn good just to express yourself honestly as well. Your cock, hard as oak, never once abated an iota.

She turns you over again, arms crossed over her breasts she stands triumphantly upon your chest and plays with your face once more.

After what felt like hours, though it was likely only twenty minutes, she starts to go lighter. Using the soft arch of her foot she strokes and pets your battered flesh. Her eyes studied your body intently. Her every movement controlled and attentive. Standing upon your chest once more she lowers herself to sit in a cross legged position atop you. While her weight was still on top of you having it spread out over her supple butt and legs made her feel like a feather after her trampling.

She reaches down with surprisingly gentle hands and lightly caresses your shoulders and arms. Her eyes gaze into yours with the pride and love of a big sister.

"I've left bruises." She says with surety.

You nod, indicating your approval.

"Bear them proudly my boy. You earned them."

"Thank you." You say softly.

"You're welcome. You are mine brother." She states. "I'll do what I want with you. You understand that?"

You nod again. "Yes Fiona. Thank you."

Using the back of her fingers she strokes your cheek with such tender affection. "My precious pretty Jesse."

Pretty? No one had every called you that before. Handsome occasionally, cute sometimes, but never pretty. You were...flattered.

You are love struck a moment before asking at a awed whisper. "You...really think I'm a pretty boy?"

Her gleaming white teeth are revealed in a beautiful smile as she continues to caress you. Her eyes glowed with an inner happiness. "Of course I do. Don't you?"