Billy’s Side Show (Short story)

There was this guy named Billy who was actually a very hardcore giantess fetishist. Something he got inside him forever and that he craved substantially. He dreamed of being crushed by giantesses or being shrunk to incredibly small sizes and being stomped and crushed by unaware giantesses all the time. Of course living in a world where shrinking is physically impossible, he was often and most reluctantly, forced to live his fantasies inside his imagination and with the great help of virtual reality and some fiction artworks and stories. He wasn’t unhappy or sad, just unable to satisfy his lust for female feet and shoes. It was not easy for him to find anyone who would actually participate in his fantasies and aside from a few people he knew by their nicknames on internet forums, he never really had the chance to share anything about this, with anyone.

But he got an idea. A stupidly good idea that would actually bring him to the closest experience possible. He wanted to be tiny so badly that he decided to go forward and dare himself. The closest possible way to feel like being shrunk would be to get into the floor, under floor level, and have his face trampled by beautiful girls. The only mean he thought about to achieve this was to create a small side-show performance where he would bury himself in the ground in a public event. He planned his stuff ahead, and decided that it was time to get things done and live his ultimate fantasy once and for all.

He picked a music festival, large event with big crowd. He planned ahead and went on site and found a recluse spot and started digging a shallow hole about the size of his body. He had brought everything he needed and had planned everything to the smallest detail to prevent injuries and problems that would or could happen during his side-show performance. Once his hole was fit enough, he placed a towel at the bottom of it. He planted a small sign next to his hole saying: “Performance! Women Only. I am buried here, dance on me!” Billy didn’t eat and didn’t drink, proceeded to go pee in the nearby wood and come back as the first music festival attendees started pouring on site. He laid down in his hole, and started burying his legs and feet with the earth he shoveled. Then the pulled a piece of plywood over his body as he continued to bury himself. The weight of the girls would compact him a bit so he made sure there was a bit of room for him to wiggle. Then he laid back and continued to bury his body and once he was almost all buried, he secured his swimming goggled to protect his eyes, adjusted a cloth bandana over his mouth and nose for extra protection and pulled a heavy duty grill above his head. He was now under that grill, under the plywood, secured and most of all, ready to be danced on and feel how it would feel to be shrunk and crushed.

He had to be patient. The afternoon was kicking strong and people started to gather. Music tests were finished and the loud speakers started pounding some heavy techno music. He waited, nobody would even come close to his spot.

Then a small group of people walked closer and read the sign.

“Hey, there’s a guy in there.” Said a woman who walked closer. She peered down at the grill and looked at the sign. “Hi there!” she said to Billy. He simply said hi back. “You want girls to dance on you? That’s weird!” she said. She walked closer and stepped on the plywood and tested everything. Some other girls joined her and they all talked about how weird it was and, to an extent, how funny it was. They were wearing mostly sneakers and they kind of gathered around and on the plywood. One of them actually stepped on the grill directly above Billy’s fate who was excited and happy that finally it would begin. The girl looked down and laughed then just started to talk with her friends and ignored Billy. She got pushed and some other girl stepped on the grill. More girls stepped on the plywood. What was supposed to happen did happen, the pressure compacted the dirt around Billy and he was being trampled under there without feeling too much pressure. Dirt got also compacted around his head and covering his ears which he had protected by a bandana. He felt like his trap was closing on him, and like when buried in sand on the beach, it wasn’t uncomfortable. The girls were dancing smoothly, slowly, some were drinking and some were smoking. The girls who danced on the grill danced directly above his face and the heavy stomps bade the grill shake and sink deeper until it was pressing firmly on his face. His nose was in between grill bars and he could easily smell the rubber and leather and dirt from the girl’s shoes above him. At some point more people got close and the crowd started to become bigger and dancing women were replaced by other dancing women. The music got more rhythmic and the dancing got more intense. Billy was in absolute ecstasy and he loved every second of being danced on and having the point of view of the ant-man.

Things got heavier, women stomped on him endlessly, some stayed on the grill long enough but then were replaced by other women who continued to dance without even knowing there was a man under them. The crowd got more compact, while it was mostly respected, sometimes, men stomped over him and he disliked it but he had no choice now that the party was on strong. The evening started to take its place and the party was so strong, all Billy could see were legs, and shoes soles. People didn’t care anymore, didn’t know anymore. He was hoping his little sign was still visible, but he got under the impression it got kicked and people just danced on him without knowing. He was literally under a crowd of dancing people, slowly being crushed under the massive outstanding weight of all these unknowing people. Dirt was falling in through the grill and soon it started to accumulate. He could barely see what was going on up over him as people were dragging dirt and mud over his grill with their shoes.

He saw sneakers and boots soles crash on his face endlessly, dancing to the rhythm of the music. The weight got had to keep up with, he was sinking into the ground and people didn’t know or care. He had a hard time to breathe and there was no real pause or moment of relief for Billy who suddenly started to think that maybe this could be very dangerous. He felt like he was trapped and that he could actually died under all these people if things got wrong. But for the time being he was okay, and still managed to enjoy his fantasy to the fullest extent.

But the party went on and on and on and on and without showing any mercy for Billy. It got darker. He could only see glimpses of lights on shoes above him. A women with knee high platform boots danced on him for a long time before being pushed around and replaced by a woman with sneakers. It got humid. The stomping was heavy, relentless and hard to deal with. He could feel the weight of hundred of people stomping, jumping, landing heavily over him.

A small group of women took place over him during the night and one of the girls directly looked down at him. He could hear what she was saying but Billy understood that she actually spotted him and knew he was there. She purposefully danced over his face, wearing dirty muddy fila sneakers and pouring mud over his face purposefully. She dropped her cigarette and made she, with the tip of her shoe, that the bud would fall into the grill holes only Billy’s face, then keep on dancing. She was beautiful blonde and enjoyed the fact she was dancing on the face of a man. Billy was at the brink of insanity, but he enjoyed every moment, every single second of this experience, even long after his face was completely covered in mud and the stomping above him got more distant, like if he was being buried even deeper by the pressure. He felt like his plywood and grill were now covered in dirt and mud and barely visible anymore. His only focus was now his breath. He was timing it with he heavy stomps and tried to breathe through his cloth bandana to actually survive his dangerous predicament.

Hours passed without any respite. Billy lost consciousness many times, only to wake up every time in the same predicament, a crowd dancing on him, burying him alive under their weight, carelessly, unknowingly.

Thing got intense when the people started to clear a bit and there was more room to dance. A group accidentally kicked the grill away and off from Billy’s face causing him to be exposed to the stomping. But his face was at ground level, barely visible, and in mattes of seconds, dancing girls over his face broke his nose, he felt blood in his mouth and his cheeks were being scraped, trampled, stomped and mercilessly crushed under the women’s shoes and boots. He got scared for his life as mud was pouring on his face and girls dance on it without it being protected. He felt his head being further pushed down into the earth and when there was no sneaker sole crushing his bloodied face, it was a boot sole. He lost consciousness and the trample kept going anyway.

Billy didn’t die. He woke up early morning. The festival was nearing the end, the music was more calm, and there were a lot less people. He woke up because water was being poured on his face, clearing the dirt. A towel brushed over it. Someone actually was standing on the plywood above his chest and cleaning his face with a towel. His swimming goggles were clean enough he could see a beautiful girl there wiping his face.

“Hey! He’s awake!” she said. Some more girls stormed around and looked at Billy. “Wow man, you’re still alive! You’ve been under there all the time?” she asked. Billy had no strength to answer, he simply moaned and tried to focus. “I bet this grill was supposed to protect you.” She said. And suddenly, the grill was carefully placed on his face again, and the women stood up and laughed. They just resumed dancing over him now protected face once again. Since there were less people in the crown, this little group of girls saw the sign he had placed and decided they would hang out with Billy and dance on him purposefully, knowingly.

He got to continue to live his fantasy for a few more hours as these girls didn’t really stop dancing over him.

One of them actually stopped dancing and looked down. She then removed the grill from his face and pulled his bandana away from his mouth. Billy was astonished because he recognized her. She was a friend of his, he studied with this girl at university. Her name was Melany and she was actually dancing on him for a few hours now without knowing it was someone she knew. With his mouth exposed, Melany brought her dirty platform sneakers sole over it and the unthinkable happened.

“Lick the bottom of my shoe!” she said, with a very deep dominating tone. Billy couldn’t believe it and he stuck his bloodied tongue out and Melany just dragged her shoe sole around and on his tongue while laughing and looking down at the man she didn’t recognize. “Come on, lick them!” she added to the humiliation. Billy could not believe a girl so sweet and so nice as Melany could actually be that dominant. He figured she was probably on drugs or simply a bit tipsy or something like that. She danced all night long after all.

The shoe worship continued. Some of Melany’s girl friends got closer and wanted their dirty shoes soles licked too. Billy simply let them drag their feet on his tongue, serving as a living floor for them. At some point, a good song they all knew started playing and they almost forgot he was there and resumed dancing on his face heavily and mercilessly. Melany especially. She was always trying to stomp his face as often as she could, sometimes just standing there with Billy’s face firmly being pressed down into her shoes soles under her weight. She seemed to actually love doing this to him, and Billy loved it too.

The party faded. Sun was up and the music eventually stopped. The girls just rested a bit. One of them said her car wasn’t too far and she had camping chairs. Some of them walked away to get the chairs while Melany and some others just hung around Billy’s face, sometimes dropping a cigarette and crushing it on his face. The girls brought back some chairs a few moments later and Melany insisted so that they were placed in a circle around the man’s face. They all sat around his face and plopped their dirty shoes on his face, alternating here and there, most of them asking him to lick the soles while they were chatting and chilling, resting from their whole night of dancing. Billy was living the bets moment of his life and just licked the dirty girl’s shoes one after the other, swallowing the mud. An hour later, Melany sat on the chair above his chest and she bent down to look carefully at him.

“So, how’s your little experiment going. Did you like it weird boy?” she asked him. Billy managed to say yes out of his breath and smiled. Melany gave him a nice warm smile too. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Billy.” He said. Then he said his last name. The look on Melany’s face completely changed.

“Wait a second, are you the Billy I know from college? That’s impossible!” she said, stupefied.

“It’s me, Hi Melany!” he said.

“Wow! Billy! Damn! I’ve been dancing on your face and you’ve been licking my shoes all this time I didn’t know it was you!” she was completely shocked and astonished. “This is crazy, what a coincidence!” she added. “How have you been? I mean, I haven’t seen you for like 3 years or something!” she said.

“I’m good, thanks for asking. How have you been?” Billy asked his old friend.

Melany started talking about her life, her job, what she did since college, how she actually got into the music festivals and how much she enjoyed them. She talked about her boyfriend, who was actually on a trip to Europe. She did a lot of small talk and sometimes asked the same questions to Billy, who engaged in the conversation with her, catching up, while she was sitting above his chest, her feet on each sides of his buried face. Melany continued putting Billy up to date casually, and she placed her shoe sole on his face while talking to him. She interrupted her sentence only to ask him to lick her shoe, and then she resumed talking about life. She gave him news about her family, some of the common friends they had, all while Billy was licking her shoe sole like if it was the most normal casual thing to do in the world. Never she questioned him for the predicament he was in, never she judged him nor she gave him the impression that he was weird. She was so into the conversation, which turned into a monologue, that she kept talking to him all while making sure he would keep his tongue out for her platform sneaker’s sole to be licked properly. Some girls around her got involved in the conversation, and soon, they all continued talking and ignoring Billy once again. Then Melany bent down and cleaned Billy’s face with a towel once again.

“Wow, you look bad. You’re bruised and there is blood all around your face. Is your nose broken?” she asked, finally giving him a bit of care.

“I think so, it hurts.” Billy answered.

“Wanna smell my feet?” she asked casually. “I’ve been dancing so much, and all night long, they must stink so bad.” She said. Billy didn’t have time to really answer she was already unlacing the shoes and soon, she removed them and planted both her white socked, humid and smelly warm feet on his face. “Ah, that feels good.” She said, gently rubbing Billy’s face under her moist socks and making sure not a single inch of skin could be seen under her feet. She made him smell her feet, while other girls laughed and tried to fit in next in line. Billy was in pure heaven, under Melany’s feet, while she forced him to smell them after dancing all night long. It was his dream coming true in many different ways.

Melany even gagging him with all her five toes into his mouth, asking him to suck on her sock and forcing her feet into his mouth and making him worship her bare feet, licking her soles, sucking her toes one by one. She didn’t really ask, she forced him, like if it was normal, despite knowing him from college. Then, where she was done, she thanked him, and stood up. “Who’s next?” she said laughing and a girl Billy didn’t know replaced her and the ritual started over. He licked her shoes, smelled her feet, licked her feet, sucked her toes for almost 30 minutes. And what was supposed only to be a trample experience soon became a foot fetish experience as one after the other, girls sat down and had their feet worshipped and cleaned. Billy was in heaven. Dozens of girls, one after the other, rested after their night of partying, and got their feet worshipped by a man buried in the ground.

They finally helped him out of his hole around noon. Melany and her friends were about to leave. They all respectfully thanked Billy for what he did, and they all hoped he had as much fun as they did. Melany gave him her number and told him to… “call me some day”… Billy blushed and waited for them to leave before he tried to walk away to his car…proud of himself, broken nose, tasking like feet and blood, and mostly, happy as one can be.

The end.