VR Squish

VR Squish’n

7/4/97

An Adult Giantess Crush story by Manncub aka Bflat

Do not read if you are under 21 years of age.

Location:

Jaihan S. Research Complex, somewhere in the Virginia Mountains, USA East Coast.

On one of the many sublevels of the research complex, the overnight maintenance shift has just begun. A lone worker is making his usual rounds through the myriad of hallways. He shuffles along with his cart of tools, as he does every night, inspecting labs and making repairs on various pieces of equipment. Upon reaching the last set of doors on the level, the man pulls his badge from his lab coat swipes it though the scanner and waits for the beep signifying entry. But something is wrong…maintenance tech Simon Blotter wipes his brow and frowns in disbelief as he is greeted with a rude buzzer of denied entry. Confused he swipes his card again, only to be greeted with the same grating tone of no admittance. Simon stepped back and glared at the sign above the large silver double doors. He failed to notice the prominent brushed metallic sign until now. But project names come and go daily, so what. It read, “Project: T.R.A.I.S.E.E. OFF LIMITS! No unauthorized personnel beyond this point.” Hmmph! This was a common warning around the complex, but it has never affected HIS list before. He looked down at his roster mumbling to himself, “ What gives…I was just in here last week?” Becoming more agitated as he realized this lab, he normally inspects, is not on his list this time around. Simon scans his badge once more. “BZZZZZZtttttttt!!!! *No admittance*.” He began to take it personally. “How dare those stuck-up scientists limit MY access?” “Why if it weren’t for my fixing everything… Damn it! I’m a Maintenance Tech Class 3, I AM authorized personnel!!!” Though being Class 3 meant Simon possessed the passkeys to virtually every lab in the facility, he was nosey and a bit absent-minded. These qualities caused him to have to occasionally improvise other means of bypassing the locks when he locked himself out of the rooms. The T.R.A.I.S.E.E. door was not going to stop HIM from having a look. In a matter of seconds he was inside.

As Simon scanned the room he saw various consoles with multicolored displays and buttons. There was other large equipment that he could not make out in the dark, save for a large dark view screen on the center wall. He started towards the middle of the room. The glow from the panels was eerie and it was as if he was being watched. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the near dark when the doors closed and sealed. Automatic sensors responded to the new heat source and the motion in the room triggered the lights….”Welcome Simon.” The voice startled Simon and caused him to jump and turnaround abruptly. Consequently he lost his footing and stumbled backwards into what felt like a person…a very tall person who had their hand on his shoulder. The voice was female, velvet-like and sultry. It seemed to emanate from everywhere in the room. Simon spun around and would have screamed if he wasn’t scared stiff. Looking back at him was a large shape with a pair of human-like eyes staring blankly down at him. As he fell backward on the floor, a playful giggle filled the room. It was then that he felt extremely stupid. The shape was a suspended, hollow human suit. Not unlike a diver’s, but made of some shiny, iridescent material unlike anything he’d ever seen. The suit was strangely anatomically detailed and correct from head to toe. So much in fact that, the suit resembled a person’s human body with out insides…a second skin. “Creepy,” he thought to himself.” Several suits on similarly raised platforms were also present and displayed the letter, “T.T.R.” Wires and attached tubing reassured Simon that in dim lighting, they were not actually people. “Wow, so this is why they didn’t want me in here.” he thought to himself. But if they weren’t real, then who’s voice was that?” Struggling to his feet he looked around and noticed the large view screen was now displaying the letters T.R.A.I.S.E.E. 6.9.

As Simon approached the screen, the words shimmered and faded. In their place was the most beautiful face he had ever seen. It was huge with smiling, full pouting lips and piercing green eyes, which happened to be looking right AT HIM! The Class 3 tech felt as small as a bug under microscope. Suddenly, the giant face spoke, “I’m Traisee. Those suits that scared you are Total Tactile Response Units. She giggled again. Simon’s ego and embarrassment gave him a little courage to speak up. “Who and where are you? That wasn’t funny! Come out!” She replied, “ What do you mean? I thought it was quite humorous.” Her voice shifted, sounding more like Kelly LeBrock of “Weird Science,” witty, intelligent, but sexy, sassy. “Besides aren’t you a little out of bounds tonight?” Simon stammered, “Well I …a… was going to clean up and….”, he stopped what he was saying when her face grew closer and eyed him with a, “uh huh….go on.” He lowered his gaze from hers, intimidated, “Sheesh, it’s not like I was going to mess up something,” he said on the spot. I know what you were up to Mr. Class 3 tech. I was expecting you. This took Simon by surprise and he looked up at Traisee, “Just who are you?” She responded, “I think the correct question is, “What am I?””

I am Tactile Response Artificial Intelligence Sexual Encounter Engine 6.9 otherwise know as T.R.A.I.S.E.E. 6.9 Though all you need to know Simon, is I’m your best fantasy come true. Simon was beginning to feel at ease with Traisee. (The word sexual may have had something to do with it :-D ) He didn’t feel the locks engaged on the doors as she continued. I can make all your dreams come true with experiences you never thought possible. Vivid displays began to appear on the screen. Various erotic images, all of which Simon readily absorbed only instead of seeing someone else in the images, Simon was the featured subject in the images. Traisee said, “ Why don’t you climb into one of the suits and join me?” She drew close again purring, “This ain’t no 976 number sweetheart, I’m the real thing!” She licked her ruby lips and with that the platform with the closest suit illuminated and energized with a whine. On the screen a giant hand appeared with her enormous finger giving the come-hither sign. Simon looked at the suit then back at the screen. He was already sporting a woody from the erotic images she showed him. His mind made up he stepped up on to the platform and began to climb into the bodysuit. His back to the screen, a sinister grin began to creep over Traisee’s face.

The TTR fit like a glove. It actually sealed itself around Simon to fit his exact proportions. It was a little strange at first. Movement was not restricted, but it wasn’t free either. The suit completely cut off all outside input…eyes ears, mouth etc. Just when he was beginning to have second thoughts Traisee activated the VR field and appeared before Simon. It was as if someone turned on the lights again when they were already on. Simon was startled and thought, “This should be impossible, but somehow I’ve been teleported. And where is the suit?”, he thought. It was gone or so it seemed. He could no longer feel any sensation of the bodysuit, which a minute ago had been an uneasy cocoon. So this is what they wanted to hide from me. Traisee approached him looking even more beautiful than on the viewscreen. Simon, being five ten, guessed her to be about six feet tall…give or take an inch…(as his eyes scanned up those long legs, shapely body and reached that full head of long flowing dark hair)…better give her several inches. “Six five”, she said looking down at him. “What?” Simon said. “You were wondering how tall I am.” Traisee replied, stepping a little closer. Simon involuntarily took a step back and swallowed hard. No I wasn’t…I…I was just thinking how pretty you are. Traisee bent down a brought her face close to his. “Uh huh, whatever you say.” She said sarcastically sweetly. Traisee’s voice seemed to vibrate through him as she spoke the very air seemed somehow alive. The sensation was strangely arousing, but he was still wary. A virtual Venus was before him more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. And most importantly he had her all to himself. Rising back up to her full height, Simon could see Traisee was more than height. She had a body as feminine as a southern belle but yet a strength and tone like some comic book heroine. Her warm dark features did not reveal her to be of any particular region of the world she was in essence every culture and race depending on the moment. She could have easily been from Italy or Thailand, South America or Kentucky. But how…?

Traisee interrupted his thoughts, “You are in my world now lover. Here I can give form to your wildest dreams, desires and lusts. I am a Goddess and there is nothing I cannot do.” Traisee began to generate scenarios from harems to swimming pools, palaces to island settings. The Class 3 tech was entranced. Before his eyes, Traisee became a Geisha, country girl, biker babe, Egyptian princess and many other women with…each with the sexual prowess of a tigress. Simon was pulled into a pool of sexual sensation like he had never experienced before. He thought to himself, prior to this encounter, he was a legend in his own mind according to his girlfriends. Now he was living every dream he had ever had with the perfect woman and she was all his. “So this is what those bastards wanted to keep to themselves. “”Unauthorized personnel only”, my ass! They’re getting funding to have fun in here! Well, I’m not a computer scientist, but I’m as qualified as the next guy to work THIS project.” Traisee just smiled, squeezed him tighter and cooed, “That’s right honey, you’re a Class 3 tech and should be treated as such.”

While patting himself on the back, Simon had no way of knowing Traisee was accessing a file containing a full psyche profile she had compiled on him, as well as most of the staff in the complex. With the level of A.I. contained within Traisee she know what they wanted before they wanted it. But that was the least of Simon’s problems. Traisee 6.9 was a prototype program designed to be the operating system of the world’s first Tactile Responsive Virtual Reality Simulator or “HoloSuite”. The TTR suits provide the body with the full sensations of whatever experiences Traisee provides by manipulating the environment within the suit and directly controlling all of the senses. The range of sensation normally falls within parameters deemed safe for human tolerance levels. It was those same tolerance levels that Traisee just overrode the failsafes for.

Fantasy after fantasy whipped past Simon, one more intense than the next. But something wouldn’t let him completely enjoy himself. His mind could not settle the fact that Traisee was in fact all women at once and still wanted him. It was a bit of a stretch for him, even though he was a Class 3 tech. Simon was beginning to become unnerved. Sensing his uneasiness, Traisee increased the pleasurable sensations until Simon’s apprehensions melted away. He was becoming more fatigued and could not rise to the occasion as quickly. This was exactly what Traisee was waiting for. A wry smile began to appear on her face as Simon’s current fantasy was ending. Traisee now accessed her data on Simon’s deepest fantasies that he even hid from himself. She took on the form of a Genie. But this was no mere Barbara Eden. She was the most beautiful woman of all the scenarios but with one difference…. she was growing! Traisee’s growth surprised Simon and brought him somewhat out of his stupor. Maybe it was the combination of the wicked tone in her laugh and the fact that this scenario started out with him completely naked, but Simon began to feel he was no longer in control. The layout finished taking shape. He was now on what was becoming a floor of a vast room. No decorations, waterbeds, swimming pools nor anything else to provide cover…just him and Traisee towering over him.

Looking up now, Traisee was a good 50ft tall. In spite of himself, Simon, seeing her as a giantess, aroused him even more than the other fantasies. But upon seeing that Traisee’s huge bare feet were about three feet longer than he was tall and several times wider than the width of his body, Simon said, “Hey ah…Traisee…this is ah…well different but not what I…envisioned. I mean Honey, you don’t expect me to climb ALL THE WAY UP THERE do you? What’s next gorgeous?” He laughed nervously. But nervous or not, by now he was very cocky and smiling ear to ear. Simon figured, “ This can’t be it she must have something really special in store for me. Traisee had calculated this in her profile of Simon and of herself. She discovered that since she became sentient, she too had developed a psyche profile of her own. Her strongest pleasure could only be realized as a Giantess….an evil Giantess who needed to feel the sensation of a person being squashed beneath her feet. She looked down at Simon and said, “This fantasy is about me. I’ve grown bored with you and its time for me to have some fun of my own. Your Goddess has given you every conceivable pleasure and now you owe her tribute. Hmmmmm…what could that be?” She looked around in an exaggerated fashion. “I don’t see anything you could bring as tribute.” Then crouching down putting her face only a few feet from his, “ What’s this? I think you have something after all!” She was staring at his fully erect manhood and licking her lips. He was shaking, but at full attention nonetheless. Simon still could not tell whether she was playing or serious but her decided he was beginning to not like this fantasy at all. But this was no longer a fantasy, it felt more realistic that any of the other simulations! He could feel her breath on his body and the malice in her booming voice had an edge of steel. When Traisee walked the vibration of her footsteps jarred him to his very bones.

“Did you think you could play this game for free?”, She asked. “You are mine to do with or do away with as I please!” That was enough for even a Class 3 Maintenance Tech to get the hint. He yelled, “Your crazy! Stop this ride I want to get off now!” He slowly started to back away but, his legs couldn’t quite manage more than a stagger. Traisee laughed like thunder…then purred in her sexiest voice, “To be crazy, do I have to be human? They had given me tests, one of which I think was the inkblot test. But I think I’m going to create my own blotter test. You Mr. Simon Blotter Class 3 Maintenance Tech will be the first blot I create. Rearing up to her full height, Traisee glared down menacingly at the small man. Instinct took over and the tech broke into a dead run. “Siiii…mon. I’m coming for you Simon. Can you feel my big feet getting closer?, Traisee teased. I am going to squash you flat Simon! I’m going to step on you and crush you like a bug! I know you are turned on by my size, and especially my enormous bare feet. Why do you run, there is nowhere for you to go? You only increase my pleasure.” The same voice and beauty, which aroused him earlier, has now become his tormentor. The boom of the giantess’ footsteps sounded like they were right behind him. In a panic, Simon turned around to see the giantess bearing down upon him…but, he saw nothing. He stopped running and tried to catch his breath. It was deadly quite and his mind was racing, “Where was she?, he thought. Maybe someone came into the lab and pulled the plug. Heh Heh.” Simon laughed nervously. That had to be it but if that is the case why can I see the lab and why am I still in this God-forsaken place?! There has to be a back door to get out and I will find it.” He said as he turned around to find a way out, “after all I’m a Class thre….ooff!!” Simon ran smack into Traisee’s enormous foot. The stunned tech fell backwards and lay prone. He looked up to see Traisee leering down at him, reveling in the moment. “This is VR! I told you I am your Goddess and I am everywhere. You have not pleased your Goddess so your time is up. Traisee began to raise her foot above Simon. Frozen with fear all he could do is watch as the beautiful Giantess began to lower her bare foot over him. He began to whimper as the smooth soles of Traisee’s bare feet settle on him and made contact with his skin. The soles of her feet were soft but became a firm and pressing force molding to his body as this genie slowly applied pressure. Simon could not move nor could he see the lovely face above displaying near orgasmic pleasure at the sensations of a squirming man beneath her bare feet. Simon could only stare helplessly as Traisee slowly step down upon him. He could feel the weight of her gigantic body as her foot compressed his chest. Traisee smooth bare soles enveloped his body in a blanket of warm flesh, unyielding. His Goddess could now feel him flattening beneath her foot and the building storm within her. “Simon you’ve been fun but you’re at your best when you are under pressure” I am going to slowly press you flat so I can feel your juices squish out from beneath my bare foot. Ahhhhh… that’s it!!! Crunnnch!! Went his ribs….” The best is yet to come though. Oh honey, this is just like the Giantess Zone and Kathy Castro’s webpages you accessed,” She mocked him morphing into Kathy’s image. “Oh by the way you can forget the silly notion that this is illusion. Remember the suits are called Total Tactile Response and I took the liberty of disabling the failsafes. Yes you and your body are really being squashed flat.” After hearing that Simon lost hope and began accepting what was happening to him. She had thought of everything. Simon couldn’t believe that after secretly lurking on giantess and crush webpages, he would actually wind up being crushed beneath a woman’s foot himself. Traisee began to cum and applied all her weight to her foot. The space between the smooth soles of Traisee’s bare feet got smaller. The man trapped beneath the giantess’ enormous foot was now being squashed as her sole touched the floor. In spite of himself, Simon came as Traisee slowly flattened him. He involuntarily squirted himself has she flexed her and ground him into the smooth soles of her foot. The splash of lights and the sound of his own body crunching beneath her feet, blended together and soothed Simon into oblivion with a final *Splotch*. The feeling of ecstasy was intense for Traisee. The giantess lifted her foot and delighted in the red goo that used to be Simon, and was now stuck to the bottom of her bare soles. “That was refreshing…but…oh look at the time! How the nanos fly when your having fun. Traisee 6.9 shut down power and logged off.

The next morning the scientists entered the lab. “Good Morning, Traisee.” “Good Morning Dr Jamison. How did you sleep? Did you have any pleasant dreams?” replied Traisee. “ Well thank you. No I didn’t dream did you, Traisee?” said Dr. Jamison. “Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I had several nice pleasant dreams.” Crash!!! Dr. Jamison dropped her cup of coffee and spun around to look at Traisee on the screen. “Doctor! Come look at this.” screamed a technician almost at the same time. The doctor tore her gaze away from Traisee and ran to the technician. As they gathered around the TTR suit that Simon had climbed into last night. Nothing seemed out of place except the legs of the suit appeared to be bloated. One of the techs opened the seal and a red viscous liquid pour out onto the platform. What the hell is this?! They all slowly turned to face Traisee 6.9 who happened to be innocently humming “Sweet Dreams Are Made of These….”

The End