By: PinkToy4U
Part 1
On that warm morning, my mother stood in the living room and shouted:
“Take the clothes off first! Do you know how much I paid for them?”
Just six minutes earlier, none of the girls standing above me had bothered to ask what I thought. In fact, I was the one who had slipped on the crack in the floor and called them over. And yet, I found myself lying naked on the ground, my back scratched by small stones.
“How long is she going to stay there?” asked Dvir, my older sister, since I was too busy trying to cover my exposed chest.
“Until we call a handyman,” Mom replied.
My two sisters lost interest and returned to their rooms.
“I’ll call the handyman tomorrow,” Mom mumbled as she looked out the window—not at her humiliated daughter.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. By the end of the week, you’ll be out of the hole. We’ll even take you for ice cream as a thank-you.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows until I reached her knee.
“By Friday?!”
“Maybe next Friday,” she said, pushing me back down with her foot.
That’s how the worst week of my life began.
It took me a second to realize I had fallen asleep, and another to understand I had woken up because something heavy was crushing my nose—pushing it upward until I cried out in pain.
“Shhh, Dana, you’ll wake up the whole house.”
I turned and saw Dvir’s huge leg. My enormous sister stood with her back to me, rummaging in the fridge.
I was shivering from the cold that sharpened the bones in my chest. I licked the dust off my lips, the same dust that had stuck to her foot while I searched for a comfortable position to sleep.
The next time I woke up, it was from a sharp burn on my face—so hot it seared my cheek and jolted me into a panicked scream.
I immediately silenced myself, afraid of waking the family and getting scolded again.
To my surprise, as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw sharp, bluish toenails at the end of slender legs in pajamas, holding a coffee mug. From the tanned feet, I recognized my youngest adopted sister—Shira.
Suddenly her foot kicked my already injured cheek.
“Stop moving, bitch. You made me trip.”
“Mom, Shira is hitting me!” I yelled.
Mom stepped on my stomach as she passed by on her way to the sink, knocking all the air out of me.
“Stop moving, Dana. Shira’s right. Its a danger to all of us.”
From that angle, Mom’s ass looked massive jeans, her legs hairy so was her foot, toenails yellow and disgusting.
Then everything went black and smelled like onions. Shira stood on my face, grabbed the kitchen counter, and started jumping. Each time she landed, my head hit the ground witch was littered with tiny stones. My vision blurred with each blow, and the pain became unbearable.
“Next time I fall because of you, you’re becoming the welcome mat.”
I looked at Mom, desperate for her to say something, to stand up for me. She approached, and for a second I hoped she realized how serious this situation had gotten and that she’d tell Shira to leave the room.
Instead, she simply stood on my bare chest.
“Mmm, this feels nice,” she said, pressing down on my nipple like it was a yoga ball while slicing cucumbers.
Her unclean nails pricked my skin, sending shivers through my body. That’s when I remembered—I was naked in front of my entire family.
Mom was heavier than I expected, especially when all of her weight was on me. One foot on my left breast, the other on my ribs. I felt like I was about to break.
Again, everything went dark and the smell of onions only grew stronger. Shira dragged her heel across my nose as if she were putting out a cigarette.
Thankfully, that satisfied her, and she went to sit at the dining table.
Mom finally stepped off me, and I have to admit—it was the deepest breath I had ever taken in my life.
Even deeper than the time Dvir dunked my head in the school toilet and only allowed me five seconds to breathe.
I listened to the girls chat. Even though they were my family and sat just five steps away, I felt like I didn’t belong—like I was not part of this breakfast.
The smell of toast made my stomach tighten, but all I had was dust to lick from my swollen lips.
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"I also need time to get ready for school!" I shouted after all the girls had washed their dishes and went up to their rooms. I saw my mother's blue hair by the earring box in the living room. "I called your teacher to say you were injured and wouldn't be able to come for a month. At least until the handyman came."
"What?!" I shouted.
"What if your sister comes back early and falls into a pit? You'd better stay there."
"But I'm so hungry.” I cried in defeat.
"We'll find a solution for you," she wiped the tears from her forehead and the couple left the house. I heard the sound of keys jingling and then I tasted Dvir's greasy leg. "I'm driving this morning!" Dvir shouted while she washed her hands.
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I stayed alone all day, with only the ticking clock torturing me like Chinese water torture.
Around noon, Dvir came home but went straight to her room without saying a word and fell asleep.
When Shira arrived, she laughed that “the floor looks ugly” and also disappeared into her room.
In the evening, Mom placed her foot on my chest and muttered about her awful day.
She pressed down so hard that I groaned.
“I love this,” she smiled and kept going, leaning against the counter while talking on the phone, completely ignoring me.
Her tight skirt revealed the edge of her pink underwear, im so disgusted that the sight of her body made me groan even louder and bit my lip.
Her sweaty feet, after a long day at work, left sticky moisture every time she stepped on me—especially when crushing my nipple again.
She looked at me and said she had called a handyman.
“Perfect..” I mumbled between moans I hated.
“Yes… but he can only come next week.”
“But—”
“But the party! I know, I know. I completely forgot about our Halloween party.
I was wondering today what we’d do… how embarrassing it’ll be for the whole neighborhood to see we have a hole in the floor.
I think I’ll ask your sister to decorate you so you match the rest of the setup.”
PART 2
Tonight I received much more attention than I had received the entire week from the family, who for nineteen years of my life thought had loved me. Right now, my little sister, my big sister, and my mother were kneeling over my naked, ruined body. debating whether to shove a stick with a zombie face, a ghost, or a giant demon into my pussy.
II closed my eyes and imagined myself under the dining table between everyone's feet, and that they were just having an innocent conversation, so at least I wouldn't have to see my mother doubting which color to paint my nipple.
In the last few days, I've become just another insignificant object in my kitchen. My sister steps on me every morning when they make cornflakes without saying a word to be, and guests have started standing on my face on purpose.
Mom decided that at every meal we would move the dining table over me because she "wanted me to feel part of the family," but after the second day I realized that she just liked to play with my mouth with her finger toes muttering that it relieved her stress.
Three times a day, I was nothing more than a cozy rug for my family's feet as they enjoyed food whose smell drove me crazy. Dvir usually placed all her fingers on my stomach without noticing, but there was no way Shira didn't notice that she was slapping my legs or neck at every meal. Sometimes she even put her foot of the chair on my palm and giggled without explaining why to my mother, I'm not allowed to scream and she knows it. On the third day, Mom broke a glass because I was startled when her fingernail dug into my eye, She scolded me and said that if I continued to bother everyone, she would tape my mouth shut.
So I kept quiet when Shira pushed the unlubricated stick into my vagina, I managed not to move and only tremble a little. I opened one eye and when I saw that no one was upset, I closed it again.
"Put it in deeper" Dvir suggested.
Daniel's pussy is too small, it won't fit" Shira tried to push it deeper like a murderer stabbing someone over and over again in the same spot. I almost bled from biting my lip so hard.
"Of course it's too small, Daniel's a virgin" said Dvir. "Mom, maybe we should get someone to stretch her?"
"Why would anyone want to fuck a rug?" she wondered.
Mom started smearing dark purple marker on me, which froze my nipples. "Don't move, Daniel, I'm trying to color inside the lines." At the same time, Dvir tried to clean all the stains from the family's feet and shoes that had stuck firmly.
This past week I got up from the hole in the floor only to eat leftovers from the refrigerator when everyone were out or go to the bathroom. If I had took a shower Shira will surely have notice and told Mom that I left the hole. I thought about watching TV above the hole, but if Mom found out that I went to get the remote, she will turn me into a doormat.
Dvir had to scratch my leg with the biggest brush she could find and burn me while trying to remove a stain from the sneakers Mom wore three days ago for her run.
"Can we paint her eyes white?" Mom asked.
"Please don’t" I whispered.
The slap didn't surprise me.
"You made me miss the line, you idiot."
After my family decorated me for the party, my sisters were forbidden to touch me "so as not to ruin the work." When my mother turned around, Shira quickly bent down, opened my mouth, and spat on my tongue. She winked and ran to her room.
Mom set the table and started arranging it for tomorrow while I was busy with the "gift" my little sister left me. The slimy lump was frozen and wet, melting on my tongue and leaving a bland taste. My mother hummed and arranged the refreshments while I tried to convince myself to get it over with and swallow my sister's saliva.
"You always loved my parties," my mother said, surprising me.
"...Yes..." I hesitated to answer.
Her enormous ass blocked most of the room from my view.
"Oh, you ran around and danced with everyone, it was so cute," she looked at me, her smile changing to... not regret, more like weighing her words.
"Next year, enjoy it properly. Thanks for your help, sweetie."
She bent down in front of my face, her enormous chest bouncing, and again I felt a tingling between my legs. Her sneakers were an inch from my nose and smelled like mud (the same mud I had already tasted).
She looked at me and brushed her hair back just like my sister did and asked me nicely to open my mouth. Mom opened her mouth and a lump of saliva began to drip down. The tickling between my legs intensified, and suddenly I opened my mouth, not wanting to miss the saliva. It landed gently on my tongue, melted, and left me with the taste of my mother's coffee. I moaned again. But it wasn't just liquid that remained in my mouth; I felt a strange paste between my teeth. "You really ate my gum," my mother said in surprise and smiled. "I'll leave a note on the table that you're the trash can for the party."
Mom stood up and looked like a huge goddess again. I didn't swallow her saliva; I didn't want to. "I'm sorry you have to be the ramp for the snack table , but people will ask questions if you just lie in the kitchen the whole party and they’ll start to worry and ask questions. I'll spread the rumor that you asked to be a rug and didn't explain why."
And again, the irritation grew between my legs. Why am I going crazy thinking about my mother humiliating me in front of the whole neighbourhood, my childhood friends, and the family that will be coming? The whole town is going to walk all over me and throw trash at me, because my mother allowed them to... I chewed the gum to get all the remnants of my mother out of it, smearing her saliva all over my the inside of my mouth and lips. It was the first time to play with my own breasts.
I took advantage of the time to sleep and gather strength for the night that awaited me. I woke up from Dvir's crazy weight, her two legs crushing my stomach and reminding me what my place is at the party. She looked at me for just a moment and said, "Mom wants me to stand on you so that people will realise that it's okay to use you as there tool"
While I fought with every muscle in my body not to cry of pain, Dvir devoured the snacks. She was wearing a Rapunzel dress that was suitable for women much smaller than her, made her look sad. Her heels were quite neat and clean so they didn't smell so bad but dug into the skin of my stomach.
"Can you at least wait for thenpeople to arrive?" I stuttered. Dvir turned the music on the speaker all the way up.
The whole house was painted purple and had funny Halloween signs on it. I was covered in ghost stickers and had "Scary Trash Can" written on my forehead. Because of the music, I didn't hear what was going on, and I was surprised when everything went black and heavy. The music stopped.
"Tami!"
"Dvirosh, sweetheart!"
When the two hugged, for a second I could see breast in a tight, stick-thin red suit with a round ass. Dvir released the girl, and my world went black again. Tami had a suit that covered her entire body, I didn't feel a sole, but a stranger's entire foot that crushed me from nose to chin, my entire mouth was compressed under her weight. Her other foot remained on my forehead. I haven't had so much weight on my face in a long time.
Tami chatted with my sister about school dramas and enjoyed the snacks without thinking twice about the person she was currently crushing. her foot smelled like grass and was stained with soil that crumbled into my eye. I couldn't even scratch it.
"I invited some friends from class You Don't you mind do you?"
"Why would It bother me?"
"Well... your small pervert of a sister will be everyone's whore tonight. Are you sure that the whole class need know this?"
There was silence.
"everyone will know because of my mother. It’s better if they at list enjoy the slut."
The girls laughed, my heart was crushed harder than my face. Is this how everyone I know will think of me from now on?
The evening progressed and Mom's plan worked like magic. The first thing that stepped on me was a huge inflatable horse that suffocated me with all its rubber.. He spilled a drink on me! I wasn't even an hour into the party and my neck was already stained with orange juice. The glass tumbled over me and rolled into the living room and was trampled under dozens of dancers who didn't even notice it. I identified terribly with this plastic object.
At some point, a couple of girls came up to me in twin costumes of slutty cats. The first one's heel pressed into my pussy in excruciating pain, the second one pricked my nipple, and the third one put her heel inside my mouth on my tongue. The taste of cheap plastic entered my throat, and I think it cut me to the point of bleeding. They stayed on me for a while and laughed together, occasionally shouting because of a song that had started playing. The shoe on my face collected so much dust and it smeared it all over my nose. I didn't know if I was as disgusting as the floor or even more.
"Bitch"
"Heyyyyy floor bitch”
I raised my eyes.
"I need a trash can."
The blonde took off her foot and I was able to breathe straight away, I took a deep breath, which was blocked by toilet paper. I choked and coughed while I watched in horror as the girl blew her nose with more paper and bent down to shove it into my mouth. It was bitter and wet. I could literally feel the bacteria invading my body.
"Swallow it, I don't want to be the retard who clogged the trash can."
I had to lick the dry paper to get it in. Her snot spread all over my mouth and slid down my throat. I opened my mouth and showed the girl it was all gone. Without saying anything she left, and all the girls followed her.
Several other people I didn't remember or see crushed me and ignored me completely.
girls who came and went used me without paying attention. Many times they stepped on my face and pushed their shoes into my mouth. Sometimes they just crushed me while they were drinking and then left. None of them paid any attention to me; I was just another item at the party. Occasionally, girls would jump on me and dance. My skin was cut and torn under the boots or high heels the different girls wore. Those girls used to kick me with their dance steps and broke my bones.
But one of them, a special girl will remain etched in my heart forever:
"Are you enjoying yourself, Daniel?"
".."
"Don't you recognise me under my crazy lion suit? Remember you helped me design it?..."
“Mika?”
She smiled like a scientist doubting a child. "Did you design the legs so fluffy because you knew I would step on you?"
I didn't answer. How could I answer?
Mika was standing on me with her soft, yet horribly hot to the touch costume. I wanted to be killed right there and then. To be stomped to death and never be reminded of the sight of Mika using me as a carpet. she had and expression of someone calculating the right words. We looked at each other quietly as Mika were petting my leg with her lion foot.
"You know I'm angry."
"Yes?" I muttered.
Mika put her foot on my stomach and jumped a few times. The stones beneath me penetrated my back, I felt broken from Mika's jumps. Maybe I really did broke a bone.
"Daniel, we've known each other since third grade. How the hell didn't you tell me I could use you as an object! What, every time you slept at my place, I could have gotten a massage with your tongue while we watched movies?"
She stepped on my face, the fabric of the suit was burning hot.
"And whenever my shoes got dirty before dance class, you could have just lick my them bit instead you allowed me to be made fun of by the other kids! "
The heat got worse, and so did the amount of heaviness on my nose, making me blush.
"And you knew I haven't had a yoga mat for months, and you haven't even volunteered to replace it..."
Finally, she got off me and started walking.
"I'm not angry because you like being a foot whore for strangers, allowing the men and women of the entire village to use you. I'm not even angry that you love being less than human."
She turned to me.
"I'm angry that you chose to be a slave to the whole world but not to me, Your only friend! Don't talk to me anymore."
She ran away, wiping away her tears.
Different men and women used me and shoved different things into my mouth while I had disconnected from the world and processed what had happened. I wasn't even bothered by the bags, the leftovers, the fruit peels, or even the used condoms I swallowed as I realized that I was officially alone in the world.
I think that's when I stopped reacting to pain; I didn't feel it much anymore. Even when a girl in a clown suit peed on me without anyone seeing, I didn't react. I even opened my mouth so the floor wouldn't get dirty, I I'm just a rug, and that's our purpose. The pee was warm and dark, steam was coming out of my mouth as the yellow stream slid from my tongue into my throat. It was kind of nice and made me smile, like drinking very, very hot and bitter tea. Drops flew into my eyes, and as I blinked incessantly, I heard the drunk woman call me a disgusting whore and limp away.
At around 2 a.m when everyone were already drunk, three boys from my class arrived. The first one stood on my stomach, the second to my left, and the last one on my hair. They mumbled nonsense that I didn't listen to, and when I saw them opening their eyes and looking at me, I automatically opened my mouth as a good trash bug. They got silent for a moment, exchanged glances, and laughed.
One of them dropped a lit cigarette on my hair and stepped on it i order to extinguish it. My hair hurt terribly, and for a second, I was brought back to reality, where three men were pulling down there pants. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as the three men masturbated over me. After a few minutes, one by one, they ejaculated on my face. Some of it got into my mouth and hit me with a terrible salty taste. I prayed that they would also urinate on me and wash away the taste.
The evening continued quietly, probably apparently we ran out of snacks because drunk people only came to kick me or laugh at me. Many of the girls spat.
And so the party ended and so were my life outside of this house.
"I'm done," sighed a voice above me. I heard my mother talking about payments as I struggled to open my eyes.
I found a huge ass and a hole that smelled like salami and a pair of hairy legs. The woman stood up with some difficulty and clapped her hands.
"It's installed."
I looked down and saw my legs and arms under the floor. Around my waist the floor had been repaired, trapping me in place without even room to scratch myself. It was as if I were part of the floor.
"And the feeding device?" My mother asked. suddenly noticed that a tubes inside my holes was. The fat woman who was still standing over me, emitting the smells of meat and sweat, took a deep breath and pointed. "A tub of food and drink that goes into her stomach and filters everything, is pumped out into a filter and up it goes into another round, so you'll have to feed her once a month at most, and she'll get vitamins from her own poop and pee. Try to clean it every few days with bleach items okay?" She took the money and left the room.
Mom smiled at me and started playing with my breasts. Her feet were as disgusting as ever. I closed my eyes and let the engine in my pussy masturbate me while Mom caressed me.
Why should I even eat? I wondered. I'm just a kitchen rug.