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Cindy had always had a thing for high heels. Her tall wooden clogs made her feel powerful and sexy. She never thought twice about wearing them around her beloved younger brother Timmy.

Timmy was a shy 17-year-old boy still going through puberty. He was always a bit scrawny and awkward, especially around his big sister. She was 5'8" to his 5'3". He often got the feeling she liked towering over him in those sexy wooden clomps.

One day, Cindy was prancing around the house in her clogs, enjoying the loud THUD THUD of the heavy soles against the floorboards. She was accidentally wearing them a size too small, which made the balls of her feet swell and throb. The pressure made the sensitive pads of her feet tingle in a way she found quite exciting.

Lost in thought pondering how deliciously uncomfortable they felt, Cindy didn't notice the tiny Timmy until it was too late. Her gargantuan wooden sole came crashing down right on top of him with a sickening crunch!

"AHHHH!" Cindy screamed, feeling that squishy weight under her foot. Her eyes went wide with horror as she lifted her clog and saw a smear of red goo slowly ooze out.

"Oh my god, what have I done?! Timmy!!!"

She reached into the bloody puddle with trembling hands, scooping up what was left of her baby brother into her cupped palms. Mangled bits of bone and organs slipped through her fingers. There was nothing that could be done - Timmy was utterly crushed to death under her unaware shoe!

Cindy burst into tears, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wept over her brother's remains. "I'm so sorry Timmy! I never meant to! It was an accident!"

After a few moments, she took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She knew she had to clean this up before Mom and Dad got home. Cindy carefully placed Timmy's destroyed body on a paper towel and wrapped it up. She would have to bury him in the woods behind the house. Maybe find a way to dispose of her bloodstained shoes too. This was now her dark secret.

Cindy's stomach churned as she thought about how she would have to live with this forever. She glanced down at her clogs with revulsion, seeing the still fresh blood soaking into the wood grain. Heavy wooden soles stained red. Yet even now, in this moment, in the back of her mind, an electric tingle shot up her body at the sensation of crushing life under her feet. She shuddered, hardly believing it herself. Had Timmy's accidental death awakened something twisted and dark within her?

She shook her head, chasing those morbid thoughts away. No time to dwell on that now. She had a body to hide and tracks to cover. At least Timmy's short life had one positive effect - it cured her of ever being able to wear these 'killer heels' again. She kicked them off with a shudder. Her overstimulated soles gasped in relief at finally being released from their punishing prison.

Cindy got to work, forgetting the fact that she still had to finish cleaning the rest of the house that day. Her mind was too consumed with the impending task. At least the cleaning would take her mind off things for a while. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but knew she had to. No one could find out about this. No one could ever know. Not ever.

That night, after a tear-filled burial, Cindy lay in bed, her stomach still churning at the memory of what she had done. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the images away. But they lingered, refusing to budge. Finally, she heard her mother's bedroom door creak open. The floorboards creaked as Mom made her way to the kitchen for her usual middle-of-the-night drink of water.

Cindy watched her mother's silhouette pass by her room. The oversized t-shirt she slept in clung to her wide hips and thick thighs. Cindy gulped as she imagined how her mom's legs must look up close, all doughy and plump. She pictured her mom's toes, the nails painted with chipped red polish, wiggling in the air as she walked. Her mom's sleepy feet must be so soft and pudgy...

Cindy felt a familiar tingle between her legs at the thought. It intensified as she imagined her mother's bare sole pressing down on top of her. The ball of her mother's foot distributing her mother's weight into Cindy's tiny body as it brought the sole down to crush Cindy beneath it.

The tingle turned into a buzz that radiated outwards until Cindy's whole body was trembling. She brought a hand down to cup herself under the covers. Her other hand slid up her nightshirt to pinch a stiffening nipple. She pictured her mother's enormous sole hovering over her prone body, blotting out the light. Her mother's toes flexing as they sought out Cindy's vulnerable form.

Cindy couldn't stop herself from spreading her thighs wider, letting her fingers slip into her dampening folds. She imagined her mother's sole descending, her substantial weight bearing down, crushing Cindy's chest beneath her heel. She pictured her own ribs snapping one by one as her mother's oblivious toe crushed her face. Her mother's weight bearing down until there was nothing left but a red smear.

Cindy bucked her hips against her fingers as she climaxed with a quiet whimper. Her thighs clenched together, trapping her hand between them as her mother's heavy footsteps receded back down the hallway. In the darkness, Cindy lay trembling, her heart pounding. She felt a confusing mix of guilt and exhilaration. What was wrong with her? Why did she crave death by foot?

The next day, Cindy couldn't help but steal glances at her mother's feet whenever she walked by. Today her mom was wearing strappy sandals that showed off her pale soles. They were deliciously plump and pudgy, the flesh of her soles dimpled like a confusion of tiny craters. Veins branched out under the surface like dark trees. Her toes were short and stumpy, her big toe sporting that same chipped red polish.

Cindy felt herself getting turned on again just looking at them. She imagined her mother's feet in thigh high leather boots, the black leather straining to contain their girth. She pictured her mother's soles, rough and calloused from a life of bearing her weight.

She had to have those feet. She needed them. Cindy's mind reeled as she considered how to get her mother's feet to crush her to death too. The thought sent a thrill through her body. She had to try. She had to feel it. Her fate was sealed.

Over the next few days, Cindy worked to ingratiate herself to her mother. She turned herself out to be the perfect daughter, waiting on her mom hand and foot. Literally. She'd rub lotion into those plump soles, massaging the soft flesh and kneading the pudgy toes. Her mother would coo and sigh, leaning back and flexing her feet against Cindy's hands.

One day, Cindy worked up the courage to suggest a foot massage. "Hey Mom, I've been practicing this new reflexology everyone at school is talking about. It's supposed to reduce stress. Would you let me try it on you?" she asked, feigning a hopeful smile.

Her mother paused, considering. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. My feet have been killing me lately from all the standing I do at work." She kicked off her flats and patted the couch cushion next to her. "Have at it."

Cindy's heart pounded as she settled on the cushion beside her mother. She gingerly lifted her mother's plump foot into her lap, wiggling her fingers between the toes. "Just relax," Cindy soothed. "This will feel amazing."

She began to rub, working her fingers into the doughy flesh. Her mother's eyes fluttered shut and she sighed deeply. "Mmmm, that's wonderful. You're a natural."

Cindy beamed, rubbing harder. Soon her mother was completely relaxed, her weight slumping to one side, her legs splayed obscenely. Cindy kneaded the ball of her foot, feeling the pudgy pads throb beneath her fingers. She pictured that sole grinding down, bearing her mother's weight into her prone body...

Cindy felt herself getting wet. She rubbed faster, massaging her mother's soles and toes with practiced strokes. Her mother's breathing deepened and her eyes grew heavy. A few minutes later, she was out like a light, snoring softly, completely unaware of Cindy's ministrations.

Cindy couldn't believe it. She had her chance. Her heart pounded as she positioned herself on the floor below her mother's feet, laying on her back, legs splayed. She reached up and grabbed her mother's ankles, slowly pulling her mother's feet out to either side until they hovered above her prone body.

Cindy stared up at her mother's giant soles, each one bigger than her head. Her breath caught. She pulled harder, using the momentum to roll onto her back. Her mother shifted in the couch but didn't wake.

Cindy positioned herself perfectly, extending her tongue to lick the bottom of her mother's feet. The taste of unwashed foot made her head swim with desire. She took a deep breath, letting the pungent aroma fill her lungs before pulling her mother's feet down onto her prone body.

The breath rushed from her lungs as the full weight of her mother's body pressed down on her. Her mother's toes flexed as she sought out a more comfortable position. One of them found its way into Cindy's mouth. It prodded at her teeth until she parted them, sucking it into her mouth.

Cindy's pulse raced as she sucked her mother's toes, wrapping her tongue around them and savoring the taste of her mother's unwashed feet. She wiggled her body beneath her mother's soles, delighting in the feeling of the pudgy weight grinding down on her. Her mother shifted again and rolled onto her back, the full force of her weight bearing down on Cindy's body.

Cindy felt her ribs creak as they popped one by one. She couldn't breathe. Her heart raced as she sucked more of her mother's toes into her mouth. Her vision began to darken at the edges. Yet she sucked harder, desperate to pull every inch of her mother's feet into herself. This was it. This was how she would die. Crushed to death by her own mother's feet.

Just as the edges of her vision began to blacken completely, Cindy's mother's foot shifted. Her toes popped from Cindy's mouth and her mother's full weight ground down. Cindy felt her head loll to one side as her neck snapped. There was a moment of blinding pain and then...nothing. Her mother's foot still pressed against her ruined head but Cindy didn't feel it anymore. She was dead, killed by her own dark desires. And in the end, her mother never even knew.