Emma and Crystal crush me

The best crush of my life

I used to be able to spend hours gaming, losing myself in the world. Got in trouble many a weekday when my dad would come at 5 and I was still in the same chair in front of the tv where he left me this morning. I never heard him come home just like I didn't hear Crystal and Emma come down to the basement and stand in front of the television.

"Are you ok?" Emma's normally tidy blonde hair was a mess and that ridiculously small white shirt had a few grass stains on it. She seemed to be swaying back and forth as Crystal held her hand.

"I fucking love horses" is all Emma said.

Crystal gave her a little poke in the side and whispered something in her ear.

"Robby..." Emma said, she was acting so weird.

"Yeah?" I said

"Ask me again." She put her hands on the arm of the couch to balance herself and I smelt the alcohol.

"Are you drunk? "I asked. Emma hated when her mom drank.

"I just fucking love horses" is all Emma said.

"Go ahead and ask her squirt, your abs look nice and strong," said Crystal.

I know what they were asking now. I had asked Emma to step on me three weeks ago, right on my stomach. I was laying on the ground with my shirt up and just asked her. I knew she would say no, but now. 150 pounds I thought, three times more than Amanda from school and Amanda did feel pretty heavy on just my back. Could I take it? It was probably my only shot. "Emma?" I said timidly, her feet were so big, they would cover my whole stomach, just one maybe. "Can you test my abs Emma?" I said quietly leaving, part of me wanted this so bad, the other part knew these girls were far too heavy for 7 year old me.

Crystal smirked and shrugged "close enough," and pointed to a spot against the wall, "lie over there."

The ground felt so cold, it was just carpet under me, maybe some underpadding but I could feel the coolness of the concrete beneath. I instinctively gulped as the two girls stood over me, Emma was much more slender than Crystal but she still had plenty of muscle on her long legs. This was going to hurt, Emma placed her left foot right on my stomach and pressed down slightly and I tightened my abs.

"Oh, he's going to get hurt," Emma said, keeping her foot on my bare stomach.

"He'll be fine. I could go first, I weigh more so if he can handle me, you'll be fine," said Crystal.

"No, I'll do it. You'd probably jump on him or something," said Emma and giving a fake laugh.

Then she did it, I had all of Emma's 150 pounds bearing down on me. My abs we're not strong enough. I felt her foot sinking into my gut, then my chest being crushed as she shifted her weight to her other foot. It happened so fast, I could not breathe at all and had to close my eyes because I thought they may pop out. The ringing in my ears came back but I heard my heart this time, it sounded like a freight train pumping in my chest. I'm not sure how long she stood on me, it could have been ten seconds, maybe a minute, I do remember that first burning breath after she got off though.

"Oooo, Robby." I heard Emma say as I breathed in again. "Did I squish you?" the poor girl sounded so concerned.

"I'm ok" my back hurt more than anything. I tried to sit up but my abs felt like jelly and didn't want to work yet. "That was..." I wasn't sure what to go with so I just said "fun."

"See boy's are so much more resilient than we give them credit for," said Crystal. "Ok, turn." She went to push Emma out of the way but Emma stood firm.

I was actually done at that point. The urge to be crushed was gone, crushed right out of me if you well. The pride in me didn't want to admit defeat but I knew I couldn't handle the 158 pound Crystal standing on me, she wouldn't be gentle like Emma.

"You aren't going to jump on him are you?" Emma asked. I think I shook my head at that and tried to get up but only managed to prop myself up on my elbows, my poor stomach muscles were still burning.

"It's my turn to squash him, I'm going to squash him." Said Crystal giving Emma a harder push this time, enough to stagger her.

"What if I sit on him, like you did?" Said Emma sounding a little desperate, looking down at me still laying on the floor. I'm not sure if I had a say in this now but Emma sitting on me would be easier than having Crystal use me as a trampoline. I was way in over my head, Emma too I now realize.

"Ok, but I tell you when to get off," said Crystal as she bent down and easily pulled me away from the wall.

"Can I have a pillow?" I asked. I should have said cushion, from the couch or something. It was my back which hurt the most when they were crushing me but I saw Emma grab a pillow from the couch. Then I felt Crystal's foot on the side of my head, pressing down. Pressing down hard. I let out a little squeal as her foot crushed my face into the floor and closed my eyes. I never did get that pillow.

The pressure on the side of my head was so intense I don't even remember Emma sitting on me. Only that when Crystal's foot finally relinquished, Emma was on top of me, sitting on me like a chair. If I had that cushion, and my strength, I probably would have been in heaven, at least for a moment. Emma's weight was distributed across my whole torso, with her butt on my crotch and stomach and her long legs draped over the rest of me.

I couldn't see Emma's face, her legs were blocking most of my vision. All I could see was the ceiling tiles between Emma's legs, then purple. Crystal's leggings, they were getting closer, she was going to sit. "Crystal?!" I heard Emma say before Crystal sat on her lap, the lap that was currently on top of me.

This was the most crushed I have ever been, probably ever will be in my life, over three hundred pounds of girls on top of my little body. I would say trampling can be more painful, their weight was evenly distributed like this but at least with trampling, even in high heels it's not your whole body being compressed. I think I may have screamed, I remember Emma yelling, and moving on top of me. I also remember Crystal's laugh, a laugh of pure joy as she sat on top of both of us.

I must have passed out because all I remember next was waking up on a couch with a cool towel on my head. The bike, it was more of a walk back home I don't remember much either. I think Emma carried me for some of it. Then I slept a lot and was so sore for the rest of the weekend. And the urge to be squished was gone. I get that now after a good session, maybe lasts a few weeks but after that crush I was good for a few years. I didn't try getting a girl to step on me again until I was in my late teens.

So the time machine, if I had it I would go back and visit Crystal, I've now learned girls like her are so rare. Maybe find out how her little brother Manny survived growing up with an older sister like that.