Giantess Stories: Poreolight School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Part 1

Poreolight School of Witchcraft and WizardryPart 1 (Ste Letto)Jennifer turned her head to the right to look over her shoulder when Lynseytouched the top of her arm. 'Here you go Jen,' the pretty teenage girl said,handing her friend an ice-cold soda. Jennifer, looking extremely pretty andextremely hot (both literally and figuratively), reached out her slender hand,took the ice cold can and smiled broady. As she turned her head to face forwardagain she said a simple, chirpy 'Thanks'.

Long legged Lynsey came round the sofa, edged between it and the coffee tableand said, 'No probs.' After lining herself up with the centre seat cushion,Lynsey let her weight plomp her down with a bump. Both girls giggled, then fellsilent as thet sat drinking sodas on what was one of the hottest days on record.

Both were first year students at Poreolight School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.

Jennifer Blaze had just turned 18. Originally from Kansas, she now livedpermanently on campus at the Poreolight school. Everyone who met her was struckby her intense beauty, her emerald green eyes and her hair. Her hair really didlook like flames. It shimmered, danced and moved in hypnotic waves. It seemed toglow with an inner light, a luminescence that was literally magical. Evendressed as she was today, in a simple pink Barbie T-shirt and a pair of bluecut-off jeans shorts, she looked stunning. Her perfect tan only served tomagnify her beauty.

Lynsey Dream was a few months older than her friend. Her raven black hair wascut in a short, elfin bob, that matched her delicately etched face. Tall andslender, one might also say wispy, she had a delicate quality that belied herinner strength. She was like a piece of silk. She had long hands, long fingers,long feet and long toes, known for their dexterity. She was dressed similarly toher friend, lightly to cope with the hot weather. She wore a black bikini top,and a pair of grey/green shorts. Despite the long days of sun, she had alabasterskin.

Jennifer didn't even look down as she lowered her feet onto Rupert Feeble'sface. Rupert was a boy who developed a crush on her when she was only 13 yearsold. Of course he'd been only 11 so she'd seemed very grown up to him. Hisfamily had moved to live next door to her family several years ago. When a witchreaches 13, her powers start to mature, just like her body. Jennifer had becomefully aware of her powers.

The presence of an awestruck, lovestruck, luststruck boy had gone from being anovelty, to an irritation, to a nuisance to a joke. Rupert seemed to always finda way to be near her, watching her, wanting her. Jennifer slowly started tonotice that when Rupert was near her, she felt more energised, more vibrant,more alert and aware. She'd asked her mother Jacklyn Blaze, a witch of longstanding, who explained that a lovestruck male could enhance a witche's powerand prolong her life. The right worshipper would grant her 200 years of energy,after which another would be needed as the first would be all but burnt out.

Her mother had explained how she had two worshippers at any time. One current,one former. Her current worshipper was Jennifer's father. Her past, a man she'dmet long ago who made it clear he wanted to serve. When Jennifer asked where theman was, her mother had stood on one long, toned leg and slipped off her flatsandal from her right foot. There, ingrained into the innersole, was thedistorted, flattened, shrunk and deformed shape of a man's face. His entire facefilled the insole of her battered sandal. When Jennifer asked about the rest ofhim, Jacklyn turned over the shoe and showed how the rest of his body, from theneck down, was mapped onto the tread. When she'd turned the shoe back over, theman's eyes had swivelled to look at Jacklyn. Jennifer had seen such adoration inthose eyes that she'd found it hard to breathe. The man siled, her mother smiledback, then she reached out to caress the leathery, sweat ingrained insole of hershoe with her finger, before popping the sandal back on her foot.

Poreolight School Part 2Rupert Feeble, slave to Jennifer Blaze, lay motionless on the wooden floor. Hecould only lie there, immobile, waiting and watching as the beautiful young girllowered her dusty footsoles onto his face and chest. Rupert worshipped Jennifer.

This wasn't hyperbole, he genuinely worshipped her. She was his Queen, hisGoddess. He would do anything for her, be anything for her. Right now he wasbeing a living rug.

Her feet came closer and closer. He could see dust and ingrained dirt on thesoles, the little patches of hard skin around the edges of her heels and on thepads of her toes. Her right foot touched down on his face, her left on his upperchest. Her feet were hot.

'Be cool for my feet' Jennifer commanded. Rupert's body temperature dropped by10 degress. 'A little cooler' she said, smiling sweetly. His body cooled another5 degress. He shivered inside. 'Ahhhh,' Jennifer sighed, 'that is lovely.' Shebegan to move her feet on his face and chest. She turned her feet left andright, right and left. Then she took to pressing down with her heels, raisingthe toes, before rolling her feet forward and ending up with heels raised andtoes pressing down. She sighed at the cooling sensation on her feet. She twistedher foot soles on the boy's face, then took to scuffing her feet forwards andbackwards, forwards and backwards, while sippingon her drink.

Lynsey, meanwhile, was resting one bare sole on Rupert's belly and one on hiscrotch. Rupert's crotch was covered by a tight fitting pair of black lycracycling shorts. Beneath those, his penis was inside a spiked sheath thatpunished any arousal. Lynsey delighted in teasing, tormenting and arousing thehelpless boy with her long feet and talented toes. She pressed the toes of herleft foot over his all too obvious ballsacs. Frowning in concentration shestroked first the left ball, then the right. She bounced them with her skillfultoes. Next she used her right foot to seek out the head of his cock, byfollowing the line of his shaft under his shorts. She edged her toes under hiswaistband and tickled his cockhead. The helpless boy stiffened, whichimmediately caused him pain, as his penis pressed into the spiked interior ofhis restraint.

Lynsey giggled to see Rupert's grimace of discomfort. Jennifer blithely ignoredhis situation. Both girls sat comfortable and happy, cooling their feet on theirwonderfully cool, totally obliging human rug.

'My toes need a little bath' said Jennifer in a singsong way. 'Be a dear wouldyou?' she said to Rupert, dabbling at his lips with her wiggly toes. Rupert'smouth opened and Jennifer slipped her foot inside. Rupert's tongue was wet withsaliva. Jennifer waited as he suckled each dusty, slightly sweat tinged toe. Shemanouvered her foot so he could lick between each delicious toe as well, to getout all the toe jam and bits of dead skin. Then she had him lick under thenails. Rupert worked for half an hour on each foot, nibbling, licking andsuckling them clean. Then it was Lynsey's turn.

Lynsey would tease him by pulling her foot almost completely out of his yearningmouth. Then she would ram her foot so far in that the poor boy was choking. Shewould play with his tonsils with her long toes, and even pull at his tongue.

While one foot was being cleaned, she used the other to tousle Rupert's hair, orprobe his ear. For a time she simply rested her heel on his upturned forehead.

Finally both girls had had their feet cleaned to their satisfaction. 'Rupert dida very good job on my feet Jen' said Lynsey. 'Yes' said Jennifer, 'It's so nicewe found some good use for him.'Lynsey laughed, 'Are we still on for tennis later?' she asked. 'Oh yes' saidJennifer, smiling broadly, 'I know who'll be on cooling insole duty for that.'Both girls laughed. 'Of course,' said Lynsey, 'We'll need insoles for the otherthree shoes as well.' Jennifer smiled, and mused for a moment. 'You know there'slots of men who'd give their right arm to be an insole for a gorgeous girlplaying tennis, how about we make someone's day.' The girls looked at oneanother, then laughed loud.

This wasn't hyperbole, he genuinely worshipped her. She was his Queen, hisGoddess. He would do anything for her, be anything for her. Right now he wasbeing a living rug.

While one foot was being cleaned, she used the other to tousle Rupert's hair, orprobe his ear. For a time she simply rested her heel on his upturned forehead.

Poreolight School Part 3Jennifer and Lynsey sat comfy and relaxed on the settee while Rupert's cold bodycooled their now clean soles. Rupert was far from being comfy or relaxed. He wascold for starters, they had wished him cold, so cold he was. He couldn't shiver,he couldn't move at all, but he felt like he was freezing. Also, beingimmobilised felt like being wrapped in tight, tight bandages or blankets. It wasa bit like really painful cramp all over his body. Furthermore, being made tolie still, he could still feel pain. Everywhere his body touched the floor hurt.

The back of his head hurt, especially with the weight of Jennifer's feet andlegs pushing it down. His forehead hurt, where Jennifer's heel rested, with herother leg crossed over. His shoulder blades hurt, from constant pressure ontothe floor, his buttocks were numb, as were his thighs, but his heels hurt aswell, where the bones trapped skin between it and the hard floor. His cock hurt,from trying to inflate inside its restraint. Lynsey still took a moment everynow and then to torture and torment him by ticking his balls with her toes.

'If we're gonna summon some insoles we'll need the Sletto House book of spellsfor 2nd Year Students,' said Lynsey. Jennifer went to call the book from theshelf but Lynsey stopped her. 'I'll get it,' she said, shifting forward on herseat. She planted her bare feet side by side on Rupert's belly, then pushedherself to a standing position, straightening her knees, lifting herselfupright, feeling her feet sink into Rupert's yielding flesh. She smiled as shestood upright, wiggling her toes in the plastic like flesh of Rupert's stomach.

Rupert silently screamed. This girl was deliberately compressing his stomach,mushing the organ's beneath her pretty footsoles. She delighted in the pain itcaused him. She marched on the spot. Rupert's eyes shed real tears of pain. Hismidsection felt as if it were on fire. Still the heartless girl smushed andmushed his stomach. 'Be weaker' she commanded. Rupert's flesh became softer,more malleable, less firm. She sank deeper with every step, the resistancebarely keeping her above the ground level. 'Weaker,' she whispered, feeling theskin become more elastic, letting her come down to the floor.

Finally she stood, grinning delightedly, separated from the floor only by thewidth of Rupert's skin. Rupert was in a whole new level of hell. His internalorgans were stretched, squished and smushed out of the way. His spine hadsurrendered. 'Be flat all over' Lynsey commanded. Rupert became stretched outlike a carpet, 'Now be a carpet over to the bookshelf.' His body snaked acrossthe floor to the bookshelf. Rupert's mind was reeling, the pain anddisorientation were overwhelming. No matter how many times he was transfiguredand abused, he never got used to it. Lynsey strolled along her living carpet,seeing her pretty feet leave indentations in the plastic like flesh,indentations which filled out and disappeared moments later. 'I wonder if thathurts' she mused absently. She studied the effect, stepping forward onto herleft foot, ballancing for several sesconds, then stepping back. She could seethe shape of her heel, the side of her foor, the pad, and the pads of her toes.

She laughed.

'I wonder what this will do?' she asked herself, arching her right foot forward,and bringing the sharp nails to bare. She cut his flesh with her paintedtoenails. The skin peeled back and split. Blood pooled in the opening. Shepulled her toes back. The blood seemed to be reabsorbed, and the split healed.

'This just gets better and better' she thought.

Rupert thought quite the opposite. For him it just kept getting worse and worse.

Eac new agony taught him new levels of pain. The feeling of Lynsey's toesrazoring through his flesh was like a million papercuts, and while his body soonhealed, the pain lasted a lot longer. Each step she took on his stretched outbody was like a punch, a sickening body blow that reverberated through his wholeform.

Lynsey reached the book shelf. She started to work her way along the titles,standing on tiptoe for a better view. Her toes hurt him. Her heels as she camedown knocked him sick and dizzy. When she found the book, and held it in herhands she bounced up and down, even jumping in theair a little. 'Got it!' sheannounced delightedly. Then she ran back to join Jennifer on the couch.

Poreolight School Part 4Lynsey positioned herself with her back to the couch, her luscious bottomhovering over the centre cushion, then sat heavily, feeling the springs creakand groan, feeling the cushion give under her bum. She wiggled her hips tosettle herself and grinned. The cushion was not just a cushion. The cushion washer cousin Malcolm. Malcolm, a 15 yr old brat, was being punished for pinchingher bum at a party. Lynsey had told him repeatedly to 'Cut it out!', but Malcolmhad just kept giving her an inane and infuriating grin, so finally she'd decidedto take matters into her own hands.

She'd slyly invited the boy to step outside, then magically transferred his bodyonto the dusty, gritty sole of her left sandal. She'd quickly persormed areplicator spell, which created a copy or facsimile of Malcolm which would carryon living his life until such time as she decided to put him back. That waynobody would ever know he was missing. With Malcolm imprisoned under her prettyfoot, Lynsey had proceeded to rejoin the party, dancing the night away withevery boy in the room, including the copy of Malcolm she'd just made.

Under this girl's foot for hours, serving as the tread beneath her painted toed,Malcolm had suffered. All he could see was the ground, travelling away as herfoot came up, then hurtling toward him as her shoe came down, then darkness whenhe was pressed to the floor. Each impact felt like he was being crushed flat. Itfelt a bit like standing in the road and having two lorries hit you; one frominfront and one from behind. He'd felt agony in his entire body. Sometimes, withher foot down, she'd twisted and turned; after all she was dancing, and that hadmade him feel like he was being ripped apart.

That was two months ago, and since that time Malcolm had served as her panties,her panty shield, her computer seat, her toilet, the saddle on her bike, thecushion she sat on, her skirt, the insole and the undersole of every boot orshoe she had worn. Today he was currently serving as her cushion. If you couldlook very carefully and closely at the cushion, you would see his stretched anddistorted face mapped onto its upper surface.

Malcolm was in a very intimate hell. Lynsey's weight on his cushion body wasakin to having 10 people sit on you while you lie on the floor. He felt crushedand squashed flat. He felt like his ribcage would collapse, like he couldn'tbreathe, and like his internal organs were being mused into jelly. He felt hemight burst. Her buttocks were hot and sweaty, and the sweat ran into his eyes,nose and mouth. Her rear smelt as well. He could smell her sex, and traces ofher anus. She took great delight in farting into his cushion body, where itwould get trapped and would linger for hours and hours. Leaning to the sideslightly, Lynsey squeezed one out before settling back into her uprightposition.

Malcolm felt like he would be sick. The smell was foul, putrid and sickening,inescapable. He felt totally degraded and humiliated. If his transformed bodycould have, he would have wept.

Lynsey wiggled her hips again, making her bottom imprint even more firmly ontoMalcolm's face, and handed Jennifer the book. Jennifer took it with a smile,looked down at Rupert and said 'Face cushion'. Rupert transformed into whatlooked like an inflated cushion one foot by four foot, the entire upper surfaceof which showed his face and body, stretched to fit the entire length and width.

Jennifer planted her feet on his face, while Lynsey put one foot on his groin,the other on his legs.

Jennifer flipped through the book until she found the spell she wanted. Thespell would find as many men as they wished who had fantasised about being aninnersole for a beautiful girl. The spell would read the minds and dreams ofthese men, and carry them, in their sleep, to Jennifer for placement. To the menit would simply be a delicious dream. She mouthed a simple incantation thenwaited. Before long a glowing star of energy appeared over the page of the book,Jennifer smiled and wafted the star toward her left training shoe. Rupert wouldgo in the right. Another star appeared, so she wafted this toward Lynsey's lefttrainer, where it impacted the innersole then diappeared. Finally a thirdappeared, and this found a home in Lynsey's right shoe.

Jennifer closed the book, ending the spell. She smiled down at Rupert, twirledher wrist, pointed at her right trainer and watched as he was transferred intoher insole. Of the four who now found themselves serving as insoles, only Rupertknew the truth of what was going on. The other three thought they were eachhaving some kind of delicious dream. Oliver, David and Mike all found themselvessuddenly paralysed. Each was aware of a hard plasticcy surface below them, andsome kind of opening overhead. Each was aware of the unmistakable smell of agirl's footsweat. Each smiled and relaxed, deciding that they were having arather erotic dream. Each looked about, down ino the darkness and up at thelight. Each saw lace holes and arcing walls. Then they heard voices, and sawgiant girls looming overhead. Each saw giant faces, gorgeous faces, and hands,giant hands with perfect manicures. Those hands grasped their new homes andlofted them into the air.

The girls had changed into white minidresses for the game, and now were ready toput on their shoes. Lynsey gathered her well worn Pumas, while Jennifer gatheredher well used Nikes. Both girls were going barefoot. 'Be cooling' each told herhuman insoles. Immediately them men felt their body temperatures drop. Each wasnow a cooling gel insole for a young girl who was about to play tennis.

The girls sat and slipped their feet into their inhabited shoes. Each man sawpretty toes, from underneath, filling the opening in the shoe, before passingoverhead. Each saw, in the dim light, a soft pink sole, followed by a menacingheel. Each silently screamed as that heel came down, to impact their helplessface. The shock of that impact, and the pressure on their entire body thatfollowed, took all the newbies by surprise. Each foot was firmly stamped homeand pressed down, to imbed itself in the cooling insole. Each shoe was tightlylaced, and double knotted to avoid slipping. Now the men felt constant pressure,and rising heat. In the pitch black, their other senses heightened.

The pressure seemed overwhelming, crushing and breathtaking, threatening tobreak bones if they still had bones. They heard squeaking and creaking, some ofwhich was the shoes expanding to hold the feet within, part of which was theirown insole bodies giving way to the giant feet of their users. The smell washigh and getting higher, a pungent mixture of old and fresh sweat, despite theircooling presence.

The girls trotted outside. Each chose a racquet from a stand, and each picked upa few balls. They were going to warm up first. Lynsey danced on her toes,bouncing up and down, before running on the spot on the hard packed clay. In asudden spell of inspiration she transferred Malcolm's consciousness onto thetread of her right shoe. Now every step of that shoe crushed him and covered himin hot red dust.

Jennifer ran left to right across the court, letting her foot slam down hard.

The men inside her shoes felt like they were being punched in the stomach andface simultaneously. They felt hot, sick, pained and dizzy. The only respitethey got was when her foot lifted, but really that was only temporary, and itwas only a relief from the crushing pressure, and anyway, they knew the pressurewould soon be back.

Time became unreal, elastic and strange. The girls played for around 50 mins,but to the men in their shoes it felt like hours. Their world became focussed onthe sound of the girls' feet slamming into the dirt, grunts of exertion, criesof delight and the squeaks and creaks of their insole body's moving inside theshoes. This plus the smell, the pain of repeated impacts, where they wereflattened out under hot feet, and the burning sweat that ran down onto theirhelpless forms.

Finally the girls finished playing. They trotted back into the house and gotthemselves cool glasses of fruit juice which they sipped while standing in thekitchen area of their flat.

Lynsey spoke to Malcolm 'Be a worm Malcom'. She angled her foot up and watchedas his body peeled off her shoe. His long muddy brown body lay on the tiledfloor. 'Bye bye Malcom' she said, then she squished him, stamping on him untilhis body was paste. She giggled. 'Heal Malcolm' she said, and his body restoreditself. She squished him again. She repeated this process 20 times before shegot bored and put himback on her sole.

The girls returned to the couch. 'Footstool Malcolm' Lynsey ordered. Malcolmbecame a footstool. The girls propped the feet up on his agonised, contortedform. They sat with their hot feet in their cooling trainers for hours untilthey decided to free the men inside. All the men, except Rupert where returnedto their beds. 'That was fun,' said Jennifer, 'I wonder what we should do next!' Poreolight school Part 5After only a moment's pause, both girls called out "Shopping". They giggled inexcitement. They loved the mall. Their were so many horny men there, ogglingtheir faces, boobs, bums, legs or feet. The girls could sense an oggler a mileaway. Some would get a treat they'd only dreamed of, others a punishment theynever expected.

The girls stripped off their tennis things and headed for the shower. Rupertbecame a non-slip bath mat, Malcolm a bar of soap. The girls turned on the radioand hopped into the shower, their bare feet sinking deep into Rupert'srubberised body. No matter what they changed him into, he always experienced itwith reference to his original physical form. He could see up Jennifer's longlegs to her sex, mocking him up above. He sould see her belly, her breasts, herarms and her beautiful face.

Some of the time he could see nothing. That was when she stood over or on hiseyes. He didn't seem able to blink, so she was able to casually dig her toes inhis eyes, creating agonising shock waves of pain that threatened to split hisskull. She seemed to particularly like digging her big toe nails into his eyesand twisting them left and right, boring into his defenseless eyes, drillinginto them with merciless playful cruelty. She hummed softly, or sang whileindulging in this delightful, for her, torture of the helpless male.

When she wasn't drilling into his eyes with her toes, she would grind her heelsinto the sockets. This also caused unbelievable pain, a bit like having themburned. The pain burned and throbbed in his head.

Things didn't get much better when she wasn't stood on his eyes. Jennifer wasshowering, getting ready to go out. That meant she washed her hair first, thenher body. She let her long hair get wet, then applied shampoo. She used plentyof shampoo, because she had such long hair, and she had been sweating. Theshampoo created lots of suds, that gravity caused to run down the small of herback, and the front of her body; to her legs, and down onto her bathmat. Thatmeant big suds of soapy shampoo residue splashed into Rupert's helplessly openand immobile eyes. The shampoo burned in a way he had never experienced before.

When Jennifer saw that an especially large and frothy ball of suds had missedhis eyes, she helpfully guided it into them with the side of her foot.

While shifting casually from foot to foot, sometimes pressing her heels down,sometimes going up on tiptoe, Jennifer rinsed her hair, then shampooed it again.

She even danced on her living, suffering bathmat sometimes, feeling totallyrelaxed and happy. Then she rinsed again, before applying conditioner. All thisran down her shapely young body, to her ankles, to her pretty painted toes, theninto Rupert's eyes. That which didn't find his eyes, found either his nose orhis mouth. The taste was revolting, and he found himself feeling nauseous.

Malcolm, meanwhile, was more than a little happy with his lot. He was beingrubbed, slowly and carefully, over every inch of Lynsey's luscious body. Thegirls passed the shower head freely from one to another whenever it was needed,or popped it into its bracket on the wall when not. She had wet herself allover, and held Malcolm under the running water to get his soapy form going. (ForMalcolm this felt a lot like he was leaking precum.) This was especially nice asshe rubbed her moist palm over him. Then she rubbed him up and down her arms,before popping him in the soap tray. She lathered her arms, then retrieved thelucky boy. She soaped her face, her neck, her breasts and her belly. All thetime he felt her soft warm breasts against him made him almost swoon. She poppedhim back in the holder again as she lathered, then rinsed her face, chest andbelly. Next she soaped her back, her buttocks and her pussy.

For Malcolm this was the best thing possible. He found Lynsey's buttocksincredibly appealing. It felt as if he were being allowed to both lick them andcum on them. He was in heaven. She made sure to rub him deep into the cleftbetween her fruity butt cheeks. Malcolm was singing inside. When she pulled himaway from her perfect arse he was almost crying. She handed him to Jennifer, andhis mood lifted. Now he got to caress her perfect face, her perky breasts andher perfectly flat stomach.

Soon he was being passed from girl to girl. He caressed Lynsey's pouting pussylips, feeling them, and the tangle of dark hair that surrounded them. He wentbetween her thighs, before going to Jennifer and serving her in the same way. Hewas rubbed over Lynsey's legs, and Jennifer's, front and back, then down totheir feet, where he caressed both the top and the sole of each yummy foot. Thenhe went in the tray. Lynsey swapped places with Jennifer to was her hair.

Rupert still lay underfoot, suffering agonies as the girls played. All the timeLynsey had been behind Jennifer, her feet had pummelled his stomach and groin,knocking him sick. Jennifer was ready to step out. First she turned Malcolm intoa fluffy rug. She lifted one slightly soapy, drippy foot and leg out of theshower, then let her weight come down. Her sole banged into Malcolm's fluffyform, knocking him sick. Her weight grew and grew as she put all her weight onthat foot. Soon the other followed. It felt to Malcolm as if she were squashinghis stomach flat. He felt breathless, unable to get air into his lungs. Jennifershuffled about gaily, towelling her hair, then drying her perfect body. Shecarefully dried each foot, working her towel between each toe. This put all hercrushing weight on the foot that was supporting her, first the left, then theright. Malcolm suffered fresh agonies.

Finally she was dry, but no sooner was she gone from him, than Lynsey took herplace. Malcolm suffered agonies for a further 20 minutes. Lynsey deliberatelymoved about a lot, and drove her toes or heel down hard. Finally Lynsey was drytoo and the two males were given a short respite as the girls dressed.

Poreolight School part 6Jennifer put on a pink, long sleeved top, tight white jeans, cut off at thebottom to show about two inches above the ankle, a spangly pink belt, and flatsandals with thin straps that crisscrosed her pretty feet. Rupert became theinsole of her right shoe, feeling the length of his naked body pressing firmlyup and into the soft, cool and slightly clammy sole of her foot. He was lookingup through the gap between her toes, inhaling her delicate scent. The ball ofher foot hammered his chest with every step, forcing the air from him in apainful and debilitating way. He felt as if his ribs were being pummelled tobreaking point. The heel crushed and crunched his feet and lower legs.

Lynsey put on a sleeveless, light blue top with thin shoulder straps and a starshape picked out in rhinestones, a denim miniskirt, and black leather, kneehigh, boots. Malcolm found himself serving as the tread of Lynsey's right boot.

His perspective was face down. Every step brought fresh pain and fresh terror.

As her foot hit the floor, heel first, toes second he went through a range ofunpleasant experiences. First he was jolted to a sickening halt, his momentumrapidly stopped, leaving him feeling faint, dizzy and nauseous. Then he wasreminded that her toe was about to come down. As Lynsey's centre of balanceshifted, and she moved forward, he was suddenly accelarated again. The floor,which he had for an instant seen with total clarity, rushed toward him. Evenbefore he could scream, Malcolm felt himself slammed into the ground beneathLynsey's boot. He would scream, in silent agony as her foot compressed him intothe floor. This was far worse as the girls crossed the gravel path to the drive.

Under her booted foot, Malcom was smashed into the sharp gravel. He felt as ifhe were being cut by thousands of glass shards. Her booted foot would impact,slip, twist, then settle. Malcolm felt torn, twisted and ripped as she walked.

Some of the gravel remained embedded in the tread, and Malcolm felt as if itwere piercing his very body.

The girls were laughing and chatting as they crossed the drive, oblivious to thepain and distress of the helpless males beneath their feet. Lynsey was driving,so Jennifer sat in the passenger seat. Before she sat, she turned Rupert intoher chair. To him it felt as if he were upside down. His face was the seat, historso and thighs the rear of the chair, with his arms up along side, his legsbent sharply at the knees, with his lower legs and feet pointing down toward thefloor of the car. Jennifer looked down into his face and smiled, then turnedabout to present her tightly sheathed bottom, hovering only inches overhead.

Rupert admired the backs of her thighs, taut, long and muscular, and felthimself growing helplessly aroused. His eyes took in the rounded perfection ofJennifer's arse cheeks. They were full, fruity and magnificent. He could see herpanty line beneath the denim.

It seemed like slow motion to him as she bent her knees and sat in her seat.

Those perfect cheeks loomed larger and closer, blotting out all the light asthey surged toward his helpless face. His world went dark, and hot and humid.

She was crushing his face. She wriggled to get comfy, leaning back against hislegs. His contorted body hurt; paralysed and twisted for her pleasure, hisnerves all sent complaints in the form of pain to his overtaxed brain. He wasdimly aware of Jennifer fastening her safety belt. Somehow this last act justmagnified his feelings of despair and helpess degradation. He felt the girltwist in her seat, raising one butt cheek slightly, then he heard theunmistakable rasp of her passing wind, before she slammed her butt back downagain, ensuring that he breathed in the whole unpleasant emission. He couldn'tknow that she had wished herself to fart, using a childhood spell that she hadlearnt years ago. He felt hot, sick, pained and nauseous.

Lynsey meanwhile was busy driving them to the mall. Under her booted toesMalcolm suffered, pressed into the ridged pedal of their automatic car. He waspushed against the accelerator with a steady, headache inducing pressure. Onlyoccassioanlly did he get a moment's respite, but that was only for Lynsey tomove her foot to the brake, which she applied with firm pressure. The fact thathe knew she was completely oblivious to his suffering only made it worse.

After three quarters of an hour drive, the girls arrived at the Mall. Jenniferimmediately put Rupert back on her insole. Lynsey left Malcolm on her boot sole,suffering with every step. The girls had a good 6 hours before the Mall closedand they were determined to make the most of it. Each could read minds if theywished, and they could monitor for certain thoughts that inspired them toaction.

Jennifer set off in one direction, Lynsey the other.

Poreolight School Part 7Jennifer strolled happily along the tiled concourse. The young beauty attractedmany admiring glances. She let her mind wander, invading the thoughts of bothmen and women. She caught a thought from a young, somewhat nervous and awkwardyoung man who said to himself "Oh my God, look at her, she's awesome! I love herface, her eyes, her hips, that awesome bum, her legs and those incredible littlefeet. Jeez, I love those feet. Those sandals are incredibly horny." Jenniferpaused in mid stride, with her back to the young man, pretending to look in ashop window. She continued to eavesdrop on his thoughts. "Fuck me she'sgorgeous. (Groan!!!) I so want to be her sandals. Or her knickers. Or her jeans,but especially her sandals." Jennifer smiled. The young boy was sweet, and soearnest.

She quickly plucked his consciousness from his body, leaving it on automaticpilot. His body would take care of itself for a few hours while she indulged hismind. She spoke to his mind "Don't be afraid. I heard your thoughts, and now I'mgoing to grant your wish. You will be my sandal on my pretty left foot for thenext few hours. That is, if you still like the idea." Jennifer's mind wasflooded with a loud, repeated and insisted yes. She laughed at the boys gushingintensity. "Ok - Ok" she told him, "No need to shout!" She chided him playfully.

"Are you ready then?" she asked, teasingly. Again there was a loud and clearyes. Jennifer shook her head in amusement, then imbued her sandal with theessence of the boy.

Immediately, Darren, for that was his name, found himself holding, supporting,tasting, smelling and generally worshipping Jennifer's lovely little foot. Hisarms were now the strap that encircled her ankle, his legs the straps thatcrossed the top of her foot, one at the toes, one part way up. His back was thetread of her shoe, his groin, chest and face the insole. He felt his groincompressed under her heel, in a pleasant rather than a painful way, as if theywere sat opposite one another and she were lightly brushing his balls with abare heel. Her instep was pressed to his belly. The ball of her foot was on hischest, again not in a painful way. It felt as if she were lightly pressing onefoot on his chest as he lay on the floor. Her toes surrounded and covered hisface. Each pad was cool, with a little roughened skin. There was a light sheenof moisture, and a faint but wonderfully heady and arousing aroma of girl foot.

Darren was in heaven. Each step was a caress. He felt brushed all over by herfoot, the foot he was holding, tasting and adoring. He could taste the sole ofher foot wherever it touched his skin. It was like lying with his tongue pressedflat to her sole, without moving. Darren had the first of many orgasms that day.

As he did, Jennifer felt a rush of power. The mental energy released by Darren'ssexual release fed her, making her feel invigorated and powerful. She giggled,deliberately scrunching her toes on her happy captive's face.

After a few seconds she strolled on. The happy girl almost seemed to float.

Darren, under her foot and wrapped around it, could hardly believe this ultimatefantasy. Rupert, on the other hand, suffered under the full weight of Jennifer'spunishing foot. Pinned between her sole and her insole he took the full impactof her weight with every step. He felt hammered and crushed over and over again.

He couldn't die, and he couldn't faint, so all he could do was suffer. He felthis body take punishment, but then Jennifer would heal him again. The sweat fromher foot trickled into his eyes, where it burned, and down his throat where theacrid taste threatened to make him sick. Her toes bumped and banged his face,occasionally pressing over nose and mouth to temporarily suffocate him. Her heelcrushed his groin, sending seismic waves of pulsing, nauseating, overwhelmingpain through his tiny form.

Suddenly Jennifer became aware of a girl feeling very upset, and a man bullyingher. She spied a young couple. She was 22, tall, slightly heavy but in a waythat suited her. She had long, curly light brown hair, a beautiful face and fulllips. She wore a tight, grey, woollen, long sleeved top that hugged her fulsomebreasts, a short, black cotton, A-line miniskirt, black opaque tights and blackleather,high heeled, mules with square toes and a rectangular heel two incheswide, a quarter of an inch thick and three inches long. He was smaller, thinnerand ugly looking. His hair was black, wild and unkempt. He wore a leatherjacket, faded jeans and trainers.

Jennifer spied on their minds and their conversation and quickly saw the man wasa domineering bully. She made both carry on walking as if nothing was happeningthen spoke to their minds. "Jason," she told the man, "you are a bully and anarsehole. I am going to stop that. You are going to learn what it is like to bedowntrodden. You will be the heel or any other part of Alison's shoe she wisheswhenever she wishes it." The man was stunned. "Alison," Jennifer began, "all youhave to do is think the words "Jason - be the heel of my shoe" and he willbecome just that. When you choose to release him, just think "I release you". Iwill put a binding spell on you both so he can never attack you again." Withthat she withdrew from their minds. Seconds later she was aware of the change asJason became the heel of his wife's shoe.

To Jason the experience was almost enough to drive him mad. First he had someweird voice in his head, then his body changed completely. His legs becameramrod stiff, impossible to flex or move. His spine, chest and arms felt thesame way. They were painfully stiff, paralysed. He felt his neck was bentsharply backward, under a crushing weight on his face that threatened to snaphis spine. The burning agony from his neck was the worst pain he had ever known.

It came and went in pulsing waves, ranging from burning agony to intolerableoverload. The closest pain he had ever known was one time, early in theirrelationship when Alison had punched him in the balls until he passed out. Hisface wouldn't move either. Infact it seemed to be glued to something cold, hardand plastic. (Of course that's exactly how it was, his face being the top of herheel, glued to the sole.)When she took a step he momentarily blacked out, despite Jennifer's magic. Thepain was so immense his mind couldn't cope. First his heels jarred against thefloor, sending pain shooting up the backs of his legs, to his spine, to hisdistorted and distended neck. Then he felt his spine compressing, sendingelectric shock like pain throughout every inch of his form. Next he felt atearing, ripping pain in his face as her foot came forward, threatening to tearhis skin from his skull and his head away from the shoe. This was impossiblethough as he was connected by glue and screws and could not tear away. What hecould do was reach the maximum intensity of physical pain humanly possible overand over again.

As Alison walked away, Jennifer spoke to her one last time, "He's in agonyalready. If you want to hear his thoughts just focus your mind on your rightheel and you'll hear him." Alison tried this as she walked away and nearly fellover with the intensity of Jason's suffering. She puled her mind back andthought to herself, "Good!" With a grin unlike any she had worn for many years,Alison set off to have a nice long walk and a relaxing time.

Poreolight school part 8Lynsey smiled wickedly to herself, looking forward to getting up to mischief atsome poor male's expense. She was well aware of the admiring looks and thoughtsshe was receiving. Some of the images that were being created in response to herpresence made her laugh or gasp in amazement. She saw herself in a variety ofsituations, some dominant, some not so. One man was having quite nasty thoughtsabout her and a whole bunch of women. Lynsey made him want to go to the toilet.

She followed him there with her mind. Once he was in a cubicle, out of sight,she snatched him, body and soul, out of there. After a moments pause, she turnedhim into her panty shield. The man found himself suddenly in darkness, notknowing he was now stuck firmly into the crotch of this beautiful girl's littlewhite cotton panties. She wanted him to know and understand exactly what washappening to him so she spoke to him very slowly and carefully.

"Bet you're feeling a bit confused, ehhh nasty man?" The fellow was too stunnedand shocked to reply. "The silent type eh?" she mocked. "Well, just so you know,I didn't like the way you were thinking about me," she replayed some of histhoughts back to him,. "I didn't like that at all." The man looked around him,seeing very little in the gloom. He tried to move but felt paralysed. He inhaledand got the strongest smell of a woman's sex he'd ever had. His head swam. Hesniffed again, inhaling for all he was worth. He became aware of the sharp hairsof her crotch rubbing against his entire body, head to toe. Slowly, he startedto catch on to his situation.

"I've decided to teach you a lesson." Lynsey giggled. "Right now your serving asmy panty shield. I may come up with other uses for you later on." She carried onwalking, monitoring the man's thoughts occasionally, but largely oblivious tohis distress. The man grew uncomfortable. Her hairs irritated him. Her scentbecame overpowering. It seemed to fill him and surround him. Moisture, a mix ofher sweat and her mild arousal, ran onto his body. It burned his eyes, his noseand his mouth. It made him feel sick. He realised that she needed a pee astraces of sour urine began to seep down, running into his nose and mouth. Shewas walking more quickly now, and he guessed she was heading for the toilet. Hisbody was twisted sharply left and right, and her thighs bumped and bashed him.

Lynsey found her way to the toilet and smiled. She took the man's essence fromher panty shield and put it into the toilet. His face became the seat. His bodythe porcelain bowl and base. His tongue became the interior of the bowl. The manfelt immediately sick. Hideous tastes and odours suffused his senses. He waslooking up at Lynsey's magnificent rear, up under her denim miniskirt. He sawthat skirt raise, revealing the backs of her thighs and her perfect little buttcheeks. He saw the panties he had been inside. He saw Lynsey grasp the waistbandof her underwear, saw her panties being lowered. He saw her bared cheeks, andached to touch them, then shuddered as he realised they would soon be touchinghim. He watched, helpless, paralysed, shocked; as those cheeks came down. Lowerand lower they came, toward his helpless face. Lynsey's bared arse cheeks loomedlarger and larger, blocking out all the light, bringing darkness, then warm,cushiony, softness. They were pressed firmly onto the seat, his face, and hesurrendered to their dominance.

Lynsey sat casually, comfortably on the loo seat as she had done millions oftimes before. She laughed to think of the nasty man, as she called him,suffering in this degrading and ultimately humiliating way. She felt pressure inher bladder. She sighed as she let go her stream, which tinkled into the waterwith playful sounds. That the nasty man was taking it, tasting it, drinking ithelplessly, gave her mild amusement and pleasure. When she was done she wipedherself, then dropped that paper in as well. She stood and raised her panties,then dropped her skirt. She reached out her little hand and depressed the flush,then smiled at the prisoner before her. "What shall I do with you?" she saidinto his mind, "take you with me or leave you here?" She received a powerfulplea for going with her. "You want to go with me?" she asked, teasingly, andagain she received a powerful yes, "very well then, though I may not keep youforever." She popped him back into her panty shield.

She stepped out of the toilets and headed for the shoe shops. A young girlcaught her eye. Smiling she watched as Erin, a college girl, tried on a varietyof training shoes. The shoes Erin had come to the mall in looked battered andwell worn. Lynsey smiled. Erin looked to be no more than 19 years of age. Shehad straight, dirty blonde hair, a slightly chubby face and figure, a tightwhite blouse, a short tartan miniskirt, with pleats, white kneesocks and shortbut slightly broad feet. She looked like she would wear any pair of shoes untilthey fell apart.

Lynsey knew what she was going to do. She used a spell to put nasty man intoErin's shoes. Whatever shoes Erin wore, he would be them. His back, and the backof his legs, would be the tread. His face and chest and groin would be theinsole. The rest of him would be the uppers, wrapping around her foot, clingingto it in a desperate, unbreakable embrace. When Erin wore no shoes, he would bethe last pair she had worn, until such time as she put any pair on. Lynseygrinned. This would be the man's life. He would never go back to normal. Hewould never be a man again. His lifeforce would burn out in 20 years maximum. Hewould serve all that time as a shoe on a young girl's foot. A girl who didn'teven know he was there. A girl who ran her shoes into the ground and batteredthem into submission. A big girl. A heavy girl. A girl with hot feet, who wouldwear the same socks for days, even sleep in them, and only washed her feet onspecial occasions. Nasty man was in for a high old time.

Lynsey laughed into the man's mind as she detailed his fate. His screams weresweet music to her ears. Lynsey watched as Erin chose an inexpensive pair oftrainers exactly like the one's she had worn to the shop. She watched as thegirl squeezed her big foot into her straining shoe, before tightly tying thelaces. She heard the man protest. The girl's foot was gonna tear him apart. Hefelt like he was going to burst from the inside. Her foot was hot, like an oven,and moist, clammy with sweat. Her socks were hard and rough on the underneath,scratching and ripping at his delicate innards. His muscles, unable to flex,ached and complained. Her heel crunched and crushed his cock and balls, sendingsickening pain through him. The ball of her foot threatened to break his ribs.

Her toes invaded his eyes, his nose and mouth, banging and brusing them rudely.

He tasted lint, sweat and unknowable things. He was in hell. Time has a way ofslowing down under such circumstances. Lynsey knew that while twenty yearspassed for the girl, it would feel more like a hundred to her shoe slave. Shegiggled as she told him this, and smiled to hear him scream again. Lynsey put anendurance spell on the trainers Erin had purchased, that way they would lastlonger, taking more punishment and absorbing more dirt and sweat. That done, shewithdrew her mind, and left the man to his torturous fate.

Poreolight school part 9Lynsey and Jennifer had another purpose in going to the Mall. In a couple ofdays time they would be attending the end of year celebrations at PoreolightSchool. Therefore both girls wanted new dresses, new shoes and jewellery. Thenext few hours were spent on happy shopping. Laden with bags, the girls returnedhome. Lynsey drove, with Malcolm shrunken to only a few inches tall, magicallyglued to the accelerator pedal. The little man protested bitterly as Lynsey'sdeeply treaded boot sole came down onto his helpless form, squishing him as shedrove. Her sole was dusty and dirty, pitted, spotted here and there with bits ofchewing gum and other unsavoury souvenirs of her travels. There were severallittle stones and bits of broken glass in the tread also, and Malcolm felt theedge of a sharp stone pressing into his thigh painfully.

Jennifer shrunk Malcolmn down to only a foot in height, paralysed him, and layhim face up on her seat. Then without any fanfare, she plomped her white denimclad bottom onto him, and wiggled her hips to get comfortable. The poor man wassqaushed flat, struggling to breathe, inhaling the sweet smell of her arse,getting hotter and hotter with every second. The click of her seatbelt onlyemphasised his helplessness.

The two happy girls chatted and laughed and made plans as they drove. Theyforgot all about the males they were casually hurting and abusing.

Back in their flat, Lynsey and Jennifer decided to try on the costumes they hadbought. Lynsey had bought a classic little black dress, which she was planningto wear with sheer black stockings and black high heeled strappy sandals.

Jennifer had gone for a figure hugging spangly red dress with thin shoulderstraps and a hem that started at mid-thigh on her right side and ran down justbelow the knee on the left. She planned to go barefoot in red strappy highheeled sandals.

Both girls showered and changed. They put Malcolm and Rupert on the floor in theliving room, between the couch and the television. Each man was full sized. Theywere naked and paralysed. The two girls came into the room looking stunning.

"You know Lynsey", Jennifer began, "these parties always involve a lot ofstepping on men in different forms and different ways." Lynsey grinned at herfriends playful remark, "Hey, you're right," she said, playing along, "maybe weshould practise on somebody? How about, these two losers right here?"The two girls were now stood just to Malcolm's right. He lay at right angles tothem, with his head to their left. Parallel with Malcolm, further ahead, layRupert. Lynsey raised her left foot, clad in a black sandal, positioned theshiny sole over Malcolm's face, then pressed it down. She let her pretty footpress on the boy's immobile forehead. Malcolm gazed upward, filled with a littlefear, but also much excitement. Both girls appealed to him sexually and he wasat a great angle to admire their legs and bodies.

Lynsey looked down at Malcolm, lying there waiting, then transferred more weightonto the foot on his forehead as she raised the other and stepped on his chest.

With only the slightest wobble she found herself standing firmly. The sharp heelof her right shoe dug into the loose skin of his chest. Malcolm felt a dull painin his forehead, as well as in the back of his skull where it pressed againstthe floor. He also felt a sharp stinging pain in his chest where the metal tipof her heel was imbedding itself, tearing the skin slightly.

Jennifer clapped with delight to see her friend dominating the helpless Malcolmthis way. Moving round to Rupert, she swiftly stepped up. First her right foot,then her left, found Rupert's exposed belly. Unable to resist her, Rupert'sbelly became flattened into a deeply convex shape. His internal organs protestedat having the weight of a teenage girl compressing them under high heeldsandals. Rupert's face creased with pain. Jennifer laughed to see his discomfortand began bouncing on her toes. Rupert felt sick and slightly faint. Jennifersensed this and put a spell on him to stop him passing out. She balancedcarefully, and rocked back on her heels slightly, the twin points making deepinroads into the already straining flesh of his midriff. Rupert wanted toscream. The pain was burning him. Sharp lines of pain where shooting across hisstomach.

Lynsey, meanwhile, had transferred both feet to Malcolm's head. She faced awayfrom his body, with her heels on his chin and the soles on his eyes andforehead. With a little shimmy and swivel, she began tapping his teeth throughhis lips. Malcolm was in agony. The pain in his head made him think his skullmight crack. The tap tap tap of Lynsey's heel tip on his teeth felt like apulsing toothache. Like Rupert, he wanted to scream. Like Rupert he felt hemight pass out. Lynsey put a consciousness spell on him to prevent that.

Suddenly, she stepped off. Malcolm felt huge relief. Moments later, Lynsey leaptin the air and came down hard on Malcolm's chest. His ribcage groaned and bentsharply inward. All the air whooshed from his lungs. Lynsey laughed to see hisface. She squatted slightly, paused, then sprang into the air again. Again herfeet came down hard, but this time into his stomach. Malcolm feared he would besick, but Lynsey decided to spare herself the mess and stopped him. Up shejumped, then came down, over and over again.

While Lynsey was torturing Malcolm under her feet, Jennifer took to slowlywalking up and down Rupert's body. She stepped on his nose, pulping it under thesole of her right shoe. Rupert felt his nose explode, felt an explosion of pain,but was unable to do anything about it. He could only watch as Jenniferswivelled on the foot that pulped his nose, taking out the last of thecartilage, before she stepped on his arm, then his belly, then his thigh, thenhis calf, where she swivelled again, before walking up the other side of hisbody and stepped on his face again. In an act of particular cruelty, Jennifermended his nose just before she reached it again, so that Malcolm couldexperience her mushing it over and over again.

It was a long night for the two boys, but it was nothing compared to the eventsat the end of term party!!!Poreolight school part 10(a)It was the night of the witches end of year party at Poreolight School. Jenniferand Lynsey both looked stunning in their new outfits. They stood outside thecastle that now served as Poreolight School and looked up at the lights shiningfrom windows on every floor. The sounds of music and laughter drifted down tothem. Around them, groups of young girls were arriving, gathering together, thenmaking their way up the long staircase.

The giggling girls made their way up the stairs in groups of two or three. Itseemed almost all of the girls were wearing boots or shoes with high heels,although every now and then Jennifer and Lynsey spotted some in flat soles. Thestaircase groaned under the weight of the girls. Well, strictly speaking itwasn't the staircase that groaned but the individual steps. As usual, each stepon the staircase was a rigidly paralysed, slightly stretched and flattened malewho had either volunteered, by having fantasies about serving in such a way, orbeen chosen because they deserved punishment. The face and shape of each manstepwas clearly defined. The first two steps were Malcolm and Rupert.

The two males lay paralysed and helpless as girl after girl after girl strodecasually toward them. The pair could do nothing but anticipate as they saw eachgirl come closer and closer before pressing a sexily clad foot onto head, chest,belly, groin or legs; and stepping up. Rupert, Malcolm and every other step onthe living staircase saw and felt every single girl as they each put all theirweight on one foot, on them, and raised themselves up.

Spiked heels dug into flesh, tearing it, making the recipient scream in silentagony. Even flat soled boots caused great pain, thumping into tenderisedstomachs, chests, faces, groins, thighs or shins. The girls were excited andplayful. Some would deliberately targe

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