This choice: Mike's foot life: A knock on the door. • Go Back...Chapter #8Mike's foot life: A knock on the door. by: Joe81   *knock knock knock*
Miss French suddenly stops, standing still on his stomach with both feet, There was someone at the door. Little mike's stomach completely flattened under her relentless weight as she stood there, possibly thinking who it might be. "Don't make a sound." She whispers down at Mike. He was too busy being crushed under her gigantic soles to worry about that, there was definitely no sound coming out of his mouth. All he feels are his teacher's soft soles as they pressed against his whole tummy, compressing his belly more and more with every passing second.
"Who is it?" She asks as she unintentionally brings her left foot on top of his chest. He just moans as she crushed his lungs flat again, pressing harder as if to tell him to remain quiet.
"It's me! I'm coming in!" The voice says. Mike recognizes the voice, it belonged to non other than his Math teacher, Miss Flower. The door opens and he hears foot steps getting closer. He looks up to see Miss French smiling as she greets her, having no idea I was there on the floor behind the desk and under Miss French's feet.
Miss French suddenly steps forward, bringing her foot on top of his chest so she could reach over the desk to give Miss Flower a light hug. Looking up, Mike's eyes come in direct contact with his other teacher who looks down at him in disbelief and mild surprise.
"Oh my! Another one?!" She exclaims with a huge smile on her face. "How dare you not call me and hog all the fun!" She says quickly ripping the chair away from the large desk walking towards where Mike lay on the floor. Now Mike looks back down to see Miss Flower approaching his position. Miss Flower was huge, she was wearing flip flops that she swiftly kicked off and starts raising her right foot over his stomach. "Care to join me?" Miss French says playfully as she grabs Miss Flower's hand leading her on. Mike was terrified now but couldn't say anything with Miss French crushing his chest. He feels a large foot pressing down on his stomach several times, as if testing him to see where was best for her to step on. Miss Flower slides her foot up so it was side by side with Miss French's foot already crushing his lower chest and presses down with all her weight. His body didn't give any resistance, instantly squashing flat under the vast sole of his teacher as she swings her other foot around bringing it down on top of the rest of his stomach, squishing him completely flat beneath her feet; soles so large and wide, the completely covered his entire belly and some more. Mike felt it too, half her right sole covered his midsection. A loud audible sound escapes his mouth as all the air is squashed out of him, both giantesses firmly standing on top of his frail little body now as flat as it could possibly get under their combined weight.
"Think he can handle us? This one seems smaller than the last one!" Miss Flower asks.
"Oh too bad if he can't. This one actually wanted this, can you believe it?" Miss French says as Mike struggled under their feet. he tries to squirm but it felt like his bones were unable to move at all as he was firmly pressed against the floor beneath their large meaty soles.
"Really?? What could he possibly enjoy about his big teachers crushing him I wonder..." Miss Flower says as she leans her entire weight on top of his crotch, smiling down at him. She slides her foot further down now stepping fully on his little Mr happy and presses down again, bringing it to life instantly. She moans slightly as Miss French catches on. "You naughty woman, I think he's not the only one having fun here..." Miss French giggles. "If he's getting the full work, I might as well too.." She says as she raises her left and bringing it over his face. "Pucker up honey, start kissing!" Mike doesn't hesitate and pressed his lips into her soft sole prompting her to steps down with some weight on top of his face, smothering him slightly. He continues to kiss as she slides her sole all over his face while Miss Flower trampled all over his tummy and midsection. She was now actively marching in place, squashing his guts under her soles as she walked all over him. All Mike could do was moan with every step she took on top of his body, crushing his insides with every foot fall.
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