I sat in the floor a lot at family gatherings and they were once a week next door at my grandmother’s house now the men in my family all of them good looking cocky arrogant and ignorant they all had good looking very large feet and I dreamed desperately of being under them since they never paid attention at all to what they were stepping on I had been placing things under the rugs for years to test my theory instead they would just come right in on top if whatever was under there and give it the absolute flattening of a lifetime so one Saturday I was with my grandma spending the weekend she had just had a phone call from my uncle saying that he needed to come use her washer and dryer since there’s was out of course grandma said yes but that she needed to take a shower first.

So I took the opportunity and waited till she shut the bathroom door and got immediately under the front door rug and got as flat and as still as possible wasn’t long till I heard the van door open that I knew it was too late to chicken out or backout he was going to open this door and step on me so I had better get ready and fast then I heard his bare soles smack the concrete porch as he never wore shoes, smack smack smack on the porch then smack on the step the door flew open and I saw his legs then I watched as his soles one by one lifted and came flying inside on top of me I felt his heel first then the sole spread out and the pressure of all his weight spreading out then I felt his toes dig into me as I laid completely still then as I was getting squashed.

I saw the other foot lift up and on top of my head and then as before I felt the heel first then the crushing flattening power of the full weight crush then just like that he stepped down and off and walked into the hallway and sat that bucket of clothes down and turned around and headed back towards me this time he stepped with purpose and meaning every time grandma had put something under the rug to help counteract the sagging in the floor there my uncle had made sure to let his feet enjoy it by standing on top of the rug and crushing whatever was beneath almost flat and now that was going to be me because it usually takes about 3 hours to wash dry and fold laundry and grandma was in the shower at the moment he finished his step off of me and smack smack smack back to the van for the next load and was smack smack open door full weight crush both soles then off then down hallway another basket in hallway then back to me crush flatten out door down to van and back again 3 loads of laundry I quivered under the rug and of course it barely moved at all I don’t know where she had gotten this rug from but it was big and it was heavy and I couldn’t move with it on top of me and it kept me perfectly still and flat he came back and shut the door and just turned around pulled his phone out and started rubbing his big soles into me applying pressure with each rub I knew I probably fixing to become the ground under this rug and probably won’t be found until grandma is dead and gone.

 To believe this is what my sick little mind wants for me to be underneath male feet getting absolutely crushed beneath his size 10 male feet and almost 300 pound weight the fact he had no idea I was even there at grandmas much less under his feet he unknowingly paced up and down my body and then stood grinding his soles into my body and head every inch of me was flattened beneath him and I was starting to black out when grandma came out and told him he could go ahead and load the first and start it at that time he stepped off my head and then off my back and walked into the kitchen and down the hallway I heard him loading the washer and I breathed a deep sigh and just as I thought I was going to be ok he walked right back to me and full weight crush again he continued talking on the phone and when whoever he was talking to said something he didn’t agree with he would pick his sole up and slammed it down on top of me along with the pressure from his weight as it would suddenly crush me flatter.

Then grandma told him to come sit down and he did and I rested until I suddenly heard him say it’s in the van and walked on me yet again to go retrieve it and walked back in across me this time the sole of his foot came sliding ruffle across my face then he sat back down and then he got back up an walked down the hallway and took out the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer then walked back in the living room only to come stand on top of me too look out the window in the door stomping his feet softly to him feels differently when your under said foot then he just stood there then stepped off and then he went and sat down for a little while for the clothes to dry then he got up and walked past me as the ground shook tremendously with his weight he walked to the hallway and got the clothes out of the dryer and placed the next load into the dryer and the next load into the washer then he brought the heavy basket of clothes that was dry and sat them down on my lower back and went and sat down on the couch now this time he stayed sitting for almost 20 mins. 

So, I got some much-needed rest after being flattened beneath his size 10 soles. Then he got up and stomp stomp stomp down the hallway and he gathered up the rest of the laundry and came heavily walking towards me I watched as his soles landed on me while he propped one foot up to hold the basket while he opened the door all his weight on one foot really hurt but I had to remain still and silent then he stepped off me taking that load to the van I heard him turn around and come back to get the basket that was on my back then he took that one to the van and came back in crashing both soles down on me again and just stood there grinding his soles into me while telling grandma thanks for letting him use the washer and then just as he was about to leave I heard another car door slam and flip flops coming my direction and all I could think was great who could this be and then I heard my cousin Chris’s voice now he had great feet too size 11 and then I felt both of his big feet depress my head as uncle johnny moved down to my lower back.

 Then uncle johnny left and Chris was just standing on me he left one foot on my head and moved one to my back and started swaying back and forth crushing the crap out of me but what could I do...nothing but lay there and take it he continued standing there because he had been driving all day and told grandma he needed to stretch his legs. His feet had much more power to them as I felt each area his soles smashing and flattening me into the very carpet fibers I was beginning to think after the 3 hours under Johnny’s feet now how long do I have to survive under Chris’s feet and he just stood there rocking from side to side then occasionally stomping and bringing his soles down hard on me then he finally went and sat down at this point I didn’t consider myself human anymore more like a bug that’s been crushed and smashed beyond measure. So he stayed sitting for a while then said I need to get up my back and legs are hurting and here he comes walking back over to me and once again I am crushed beneath his feet he stayed on top of me for a while then walked off me went and hugged grandma and left I stayed there as grandma went to the bathroom and I got up at that point and went out locking the door behind me and went and took a shower and laid down.

I felt like a trampled rug and looked like one too.