Most people can’t even begin to imagine the amount of suspense and fear that’s involved in this situation right here. We’re talking a real life ssbbw story here. I know you all love ssbbw stories around here. In fact, it’s always one of the top search phrases that bring visitors to the FWL website. Only here… these stories aren’t fictional. If I’m writing about it, it’s real. I’m not into the roleplaying, imaginary stuff. Not knocking anyone who is. That’s just not what we’re about around here.

So buckle up for a vivid ride into the experience of having a mega ssbbw stepping onto you for some full weight, high pressure trampling action.

You’re laying, face up, on a hard floor. Not even a carpet to offer any sort of support, let alone a cushion or mattress. You’ve had smaller women trample you on beds before. What’s crazy is… these smaller women have broken your bed during these trampling excursions. They’ve left you sore for weeks. And this amazing woman right here standing next to you… she’s twice the size!

Next to you lies a cheap, plastic step stool. On the other side of the stool is a huge woman. As round, rolly, soft, and heavy looking as they come. Curves on top of curves. Cellulite all over. Jiggles and shakes with the slightest of movements. Based solely on the size of her, you know that she could break you – kill you even – if she wanted.

It’s not that much of a stretch to say a cockroach to you is the equivalent of you to her.

Read that line twice please. Let it really sink in. You’ve stepped on bugs before, no? Think about how easily they succumb to your weight. This situation isn’t too terribly different. Except you’re the bug.

This isn’t to objectify a supersized, big, beautiful woman. It’s not about turning her into a monster. I don’t think I need to say this at all if you’re been following along around here. This is about sheer, unadulterated worship of the greatest variety. These women are breathtakingly beautiful and embedded in that beauty is a raw power that we can’t get enough of.

Seriously. She could smash you flat… like dead flat… without much effort. There she is, walking toward the stool. As she steps, you can feel the room shake. You can see her body flow as she steps. It’s such a heavenly sight… to see the magic and beauty of her body move so naturally and all over as she steps. As she lifts one foot onto the laughably small and flimsy step stool, you see that the legs of the stool bend a little. That’s only ONE leg! Holy cow.

You’re thinking to yourself…

Is that thing even going to hold her?

If it does, is she going to be able to balance on it?

I’m not even sure she can get her feet close enough together due to the girth of her thighs to get both feet on it

If she falls and lands on me, will I be okay? What would break? Would I die?

If all goes right and she successfully transfers her more-than-a-quarter-ton body onto me… can my body even tolerate her load?

If so, for how long? And what happens if she doesn’t step off when I need her to?

Where is she going to step first and how quickly can she get her weight distributed to both feet to ease the concentrated pressure of one foot?

If that first step is onto my belly… will I rupture something? Will I tear my abdominal wall? Get a hernia? Will my lower back blow a disc?

Or if it’s onto my chest, will it break? Will my sternum crack? Will her foot slip down the slope of my chest accidentally causing her 600+ lbs to come crashing onto my neck?

This is dangerous. But my god, look at this woman? She is amazing. She is gorgeous. She is everything I dream of… and more. She looks so massive from this perspective… with me on my back and her towering over me. She casts a wide shadow. Her belly hangs low enough that it’s right there in easy reach. She looks wider than I am long from down here. That is soooo much goddess. She strikes pure intimidation in me. But also respect. Adoration. Worship. And lust.

Right here. In this moment. She is everything. Literally everything. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. There is no time. There is nobody else. Just her.

Like a drug, I can’t get enough of the visual. Can’t get enough of the anticipation of what’s to come? Can’t kick that craving to feel the power of her body. All of the sexiness… the curves, the rolls, the warmth, the dimples, the tight fits, the jiggles, the bounces, the width, the softness… all of it. All bottled up into a singular sensation. A sensation that, again, is so damn powerful that it reduces me to the power of a bug.

There’s nothing as pure as trampling in the weight play game… if you can even call it that… a game. All of that woman. All of those curves. All of that mass. All supported on those relatively tiny feet. All of that force pushing through those tiny feet into my body. A body that’s on an unforgivingly hard bathroom floor that has zero give. Well maybe the floor boards under this hard floor are bending, too, under her weight? But my god, that’s even hotter to think about. Let’s go! Give me all that weight! Maybe it’ll be the last breath I take, but it’ll be a glorious one.

In that next moment she steps over, transferring one foot to your belly. She doesn’t step full weight. She simply places the weight of her one leg onto your belly in order to find the right spot to step fully onto. It’s here where the full understanding of her power beings to materialize. Her one leg is the equivalent of a chubby, 150 lb woman standing on your belly. It’s a lot in its own right. Does it get hotter than this? She hasn’t even stepped onto in her mind and you’re already stretched!

Before you have time to think much more, she’s stepping all of her remaining weight – hundreds of additional pounds – onto that single little foot.

You want to keep your legs flat on the floor, but you can’t. They instinctively fly up into the air.

You flex your abdominals, but her foot sinks in so deeply that you swear she’s standing directly on your spine.

You cannot tolerate it. You can feel your abdominal wall about to tear and you swear something’s about to give. A hernia. An organ. A bone.

Please… PLEASE! You think to yourself. Get that other foot up onto my chest and get your weight settled and balanced. PLEASE let me be able to handle that. PLEASE don’t misstep. But PLEASE shift some weight from my belly because it’s too much!!!

You’re grabbing with all of your might at her calf attempting to pick up and relieve some pressure. But it’s to no avail. You aren’t budging her a millimeter. Gravity wins, here. You. Your strength. Your adrenaline. They’re meaningless. It’s in this moment that you understand the power. You understand that you are 100% at the mercy of her, gravity, and the force.

It’s not even pain that you feel. It’s a degree of pressure that surpasses a threshold that’s beyond words. You’re crushed for lack of any better word, but again, not in the sense that you’re in pain. You’re drifting between shear bliss and awe and fear and concern. You’re in the in-between. In between togetherness and fractures. Between health and brokenness. Between wanting and needing. Between life and death.

Finally she gets that other foot onto your chest. All of that. All of those sensations and thoughts. All of it in a mere second or two.

I’d say it’s a sigh of relief when that other foot plants on your chest. But a sigh you do not have. You can’t breathe. Your spine is popping all over the place. The air is rushing out of your lungs even though you’re trying to conserve it. Your shoulder blades feel like they’re about to break through the floor beneath you. You’re making sounds that you couldn’t make if you tried in any other circumstance. You’re flat. And stretched to your very limit – physically and mentally.

Maybe only 5 seconds have passed. Ten if you’re lucky.

And like that, you’re tapping while trying to scream mercy.

It’s not over. She still has to shift all of her weight to a single foot in order to step down. But it no longer matters. You have zero energy. You are but a lump of bone and flesh on the floor. As she shifts the remainder of her weight back onto your belly to step down, you feel your organs bend and move as they give way. You grunt and roll to your side in the fetal position.

This is where words have no place. You can’t describe how you feel. What you’re thinking. You’re 100% wiped. Every fiber of your being went into supporting this goddess as she shared her physical power with you. All she had to do was step onto you for a handful of seconds. You had to be man enough to handle her for the brief stint of time. And you’re zapped. You gave your everything to her.

Maybe it’s adrenaline. Maybe it’s addiction. Maybe it’s lust. I don’t know. But you rejuvenate in quick order and find yourself rolling back onto your tired spine ready for round two.

It is THAT amazing.

If you’re reading this and thinking to yourself, “What the hell kind of crazy is this?” That’s cool. It’s not for you – man or woman. But please know that there are plenty of men and women who, to them, think this is an epic experience. A massive sharing of trust, power, and excitement. A rush beyond all rushes.

It’s important for me to also note that I’ve never been injured doing this. But it’s also important for me to note that I’ve been doing this a very long time. I’ve built up my strength and tolerance slowly. I’ve found my early limits through conservative practice with smaller women and padded surfaces and then worked at stretching those limits.

Maybe you can only handle 200 lbs right now. That’s okay. Meet yourself where you are. I promise that this is a trainable skill. And if you love it the same way that I do, you’ll love the process of building that skill. The idea of where it might lead is beyond exciting. Do it right and you’ll eventually meeting amazing women who want to truly test you… and you’ll be sturdy enough to allow her to give it all she has.

Don’t be a fool. Don’t rush the process. Don’t let fantasy outpace your own reality. Err on the side of caution. If not for you… err on the side of caution for her. She deserves it. She deserves confidence. While she may want to experience this with you, she does not want to injure you. Well, most don’t. I have met women who were intrigued to break ribs… and to each his/her own. But by and large, this is an intense experience that commands respect. For the act. For all parties involved. Especially her. She is a goddess. That she’s willing to share herself with you on this level. It’s magic. Special and unique beyond words. Be mindful. Put her first. Be safe.