Stephanie Towers

Ricky Lane would be considered a B&E specialist. He was small in stature,
although not technically what fools would call a midget. He was actually  just a really small guy. Historically he had been involved with thefts  of small electronics and
jewels. Lately though, he saw a far more lucrative angle which involved  computer hacking, password theft and phishing. His latest target was a  retired political lobbyist. His objective was to gain access to her  computer and divert sums of money destined for foreign government and  lobby groups’ slush funds to his own account. Ricky always chose homes  with minimal to moderate security. This target had two cats but
otherwise lived alone in a rather unassuming townhouse. In the past  couple of days, she appeared to be getting ready for a trip. He knew  that she had canceled several subscriptions and deliveries for a few  weeks. He presumed that she would require someone to check on her cats  periodically. Anyway for insurance purposes, she would need the place  looked in on, every 3 days. He observed another lady arrive at the
residence 2 days prior to the owner's scheduled departure. He assumed  that she was the one who would be checking on the house and felines.

The visitor appeared to be very tall. She towered over the owner as she  was greeted and ducked her head slightly as she entered the home. Ricky  thought it unlikely that the visitor would return for a couple of days  after the owner left on vacation. He was a careful man by nature. He  made no reckless assumptions. He didn't want to be caught off guard by  any surprises. Ricky Lane was a mere 3 feet 3 inches in height and  weighed less than 100 pounds. He had spent all of his 22 years avoiding  confrontation because of his diminutive stature. It was Tuesday and he  guessed she would be back either on Friday or before. A pretty girl like  that was certain to have plans for the weekend. He decided he
would make his move after she left on Friday. He was certain of this but  he waited in his van just down the block through the next two days  anyway. As he had predicted, the tall blond returned early Friday  afternoon. She let herself in and it took her only 30 minutes to check  on things and care for the cats. Ricky was able go retrieve the code  that the cat sitter had used and his phishing equipment had done the  same for the security code inside. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and he  was quite sure he could be in and out in 40 minutes or even less. Even  so he waited until almost 5 o'clock before entering the house. It was  already getting dark. Mostly due to the time of year but the winter sky  was also heavily clouded. He preferred the cloak of darkness when be was  working anyway.
He was in the house now. The computer was in the den. He realized after  only 15 minutes that he would not need to be here long. He looked around  the room as he waited for his system to download all the pertinent  information from the host hard drive. He paused at the doll sitting in  one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. It was roughly the same  size as Ricky. He was nearly finished transferring file information  when he heard something. The front door! The lock clicked and the door  was opening. Ricky was panicked. His eyes darted around the room for an  escape. The doll on the chair stared blankly back at him. He darted from  behind the desk. There was no time to clear
the cables from the desk. He had no place to hide. The woman opened the  door and came in. She closed the door behind her and walked straight  into the study, drawn by light from the desk lamp. Had it been on when  she was here earlier, she wondered? She had not
been in the room before. She had walked passed it when she come for the  house-sitting instructions from the owner. She saw the cables on the  desk but didn't think anything of it. Her cell phone buzzed. She sat in  one of the office chairs as she read the text. She thought this must be  one of those massaging chairs but she decided it must be a cheap one  because she could barely feel it moving under her butt. Nonetheless, it  was kind of a pleasant feeling. It reminded her of when she had begun as  an Amazon model. At 6' 6" and over 250 pounds, Stephanie Towers was the  perfect Amazon temptress. She was blessed with wonderful curves, an  athletic build and an incredibly sexy smile. She had been planning to  meet a prospective model that evening but now the plans had fallen
through. The meeting place was no longer available. Stephanie sighed.  Then she had an idea. She called the model whose text she had just read.  They could have their meeting here at the townhouse. Stephanie stood up  as she started to talk. As she spoke to the woman on the phone, she  glanced at the chair she had been sitting in. She smiled at
her mistake. It hadn't been a massage chair after all. There was a CPR doll lying on the chair and she had been sitting on it.

If only he had moved from the chair. Now it was too late! She was so  incredibly heavy! Her weight was slowly crushing him to death. Much of  the air in his lungs was forced out of immediately. Any remaining air  was now being systematically squashed from him with absolutely no hope  to replace it. Ricky's small diaphragm could never possibly lift this  lady's full weight by even a fraction. The best he could do was force  himself to resist being instantly crushed altogether. Maybe he could  hang on long enough for her to finish her conversation and leave. The  tall girl's ass covered him from just under his chin to just above his  knees. He was helpless against the heavy weight of this tall woman.  Ricky could not have made even a tiny sound if he had wanted to. All of  his senses were dampened. He couldn't open his eyes, his head hurt. He  could hear only his heart pounding the blood through his restricted  vessels. His throat and indeed his entire torso burned from lack of  oxygen. Ricky felt his ribs bending toward the breaking point. If not  for soft chair seat beneath him, they would certainly have broken  already. He could feel his eyes rolling back in his head. Ricky was  starting to lose consciousness. He suddenly felt like his stomach was  imploding. The waves of this sensation heightened as Ricky's body  continued to be pressed even flatter under the full weight of this  woman. This was it, he thought vaguely. His destiny was to be fatally  crushed unknowingly by the house-sitter. And then without warning, he  was able to breathe again. Not fully by any means and it was  excruciatingly painful but he was able to breathe. He could also open  his eyes. He could not register at first but the lady appeared to be  gone. OMG, he thought! I hope she doesn't come back.

It had not occurred to Stephanie before but now she was thinking back
to when she had been talking with her potential new colleague back in  the office. She had been sitting on a CPR doll. It had actually been a  very pleasant sensation. She was curious about how that might feel on a  real man. For that matter, what might it be like for the man, if he  actually was that small? It would likely be terminal, she smiled at the
idea! What a feeling it would be killing a man without any effort  whatsoever. She could simply sit and allow her significant weight to  press relentlessly down onto his crushed and suffocating form. What  would a man that size weigh, she wondered? Perhaps a hundred pounds!  Likely less she decided! It would feel very hopeless having a woman more  than 2 and half times your weight, just simply sit on you and slowly  crush and suffocate the life from you. Stephanie wondered how long it  might take for the man to
succumb to the pressure. She thought it would be kind of nice if he  could last a few minutes at least! It might be a very pleasurable  experience sitting on a little man as he writhed and squirmed in vain  attempts to extricate himself from the crushing force. How powerful that  would make her feel. The very life of the man would be at her  discretion. She could decide to get off of him and let him live or  prolong the act by periodically letting him recover and then resume the  squashing onslaught by again seating herself on top of him. Perhaps her  colleague would even care to join her. Together they could easily bring  an end to the man's tortured existence!

Callie Remirez was a leggy brunette from Buffalo. Stephanie had been on a  tour when they had met. As it turned out Callie was trying to find some  introduction into the Amazon model community. She certainly had the  requirements. Callie was just over 6’ 3. She had a build more voluptuous  than athletic like Stephanie. She carried her 235 pounds flawlessly and  her pretty face possessed a warm and intoxicating smile. She had so  many questions that Stephanie asked finally if she would like to meet  and discuss the prospects of working together. Stephanie offered to show  Callie the ropes so to speak. Similar to how Amazon Amanda had shown  Stephanie. Callie was now going meet Stephanie at the house where she  was taking care of her friend’s cats and looking in on the house.

When Callie arrived, Ricky was still trapped in the house. He had been  given no chance to escape without risk of being caught and so he had  remained on the chair in the office where Stephanie had nearly crushed  him. He was afraid to even move lest he be arrested and charged or  worse. This was supposed to be his last job and now he was so close to  getting away and yet so far. He listened as Stephanie invited Callie  into the house. The two women strolled into the office still talking.  Callie was already asking questions. She wanted to know everything.  About giantess stuff, about height comparisons, wrestling, trampling,  crushing, everything! Stephanie patiently explained the aspects of the  various client specialties. She found Callie’s exuberance very  refreshing. The young girl seemed to be genuinely curious about  everything especially trampling and chest sitting. Callie had some  trepidation about standing and sitting on people with all her weight.  Stephanie explained that it was, after all, what the clients wanted and  that it was also quite a lot of fun to crush a man underfoot or sit on  them until they turned blue. Callie wondered how to do that exactly. How  do you know when you should get off them, she wondered? Stephanie told  her that after a while you just get to know when they have had enough.  Sometimes though, it’s fun to pretend that you might have forgotten  about them down there. They always panic so much when they think that!  All that squirming and groaning is really quite a turn on. Callie  wondered if there were clients who required even more intense  treatments. Steph informed her that only rarely would a man request more  pressure than she herself could deliver. “Have you ever doubled up on a  guy with another Mistress?” Stephanie had a couple of times when she  was starting out and when she told Callie about them, Callie wanted to  know exactly how to ensure the full weight of both girls was on the  client. “I will show you on this doll,” Stephanie said.


Stephanie got up from behind the desk and walked over the chair where  Ricky was lying. She slid his head under the arm of the chair to center  him on the cushion. Then she smiled at Callie, turned around and sat her  full 275 pounds on Ricky’s helpless body. Again she was covering him  from his knees to his chin. The weight of her body was so oppressive; he  could barely take in any oxygen at all. Stephanie was explaining to  Callie how she could sit on Stephanie’s lap. As Callie pressed her butt  onto Stephanie’s thighs more than 500 pounds was now crushing down onto  Ricky. The pressure was so intense that he could hear only his heart  pounding and he could actually feel air being pressed out of his ears.  He was certain he was going to implode. Callie was so excited. She was  asking Stephanie what it felt like. Stephanie smiled and told Callie to  try sitting on the doll. The two big ladies stood up momentarily. Ricky  had no time to recover however because in an instant, Callie was perched  on top of his oxygen deprived body. She was very excited. She enjoyed  the sensation for almost a minute before asking Stephanie to sit on her  lap. Once again more than 500 pounds was pressing Ricky to the office  chair seat. This time, the slightly smaller ass of Callie concentrated  the load even more but Ricky new, either way he would be dead in another  minute or two. Less if they should start to bounce. He could hear the  girls talking but couldn’t recognize what they were saying. He was very  close to unconsciousness. It was several minutes before he dared crack  open his eyes a little. He could see Stephanie smiling down at him. At  least he was alive, for now!