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Eddie Teddy pt 1
🕑 Added 2023-03-16 21:09:00 +0000 UTCOver on the discussions forum there is a thread asking "What is the weirdest thing you've ever imagined yourself to be?" and among the many great suggestions, PolarBear said this
Just remembered....
I'd also love to be the teddybear that my gf uses under her desk at work to rest her feet on.
I could not get this idea out of my head, so here is a short story reflecting my take on that idea.
Eddie Teddy
Jessica pulled into the car park of Hollister Associates, waved at the security guard, then found her way to her usual space. The pretty 25 year old worked in the accounts department, processing cheque runs and calculating wages. She was wearing her hair long, letting it grow out. This was part of her change of image to mark her new start away from Eddie. She felt a little flutter of distress, then shook it off. He was out of her life for good. She smiled, remembering the feeling of liberty it had given her to suddenly have him gone. The flat, her flat, and the car, her car, were now places she loved.
She stepped from the car, the tread of her black, knee high, boots, gripping the tarmac floor firmly. She was a slender girl, almost elfin, standing 5ft 6 in her stocking feet. Her boots made her 5 ft 8, and she liked the extra inches; they made her feel bigger and stronger. She wore transparent white tights, a black knee length skirt and a simple, white cotton, long sleeved blouse. With a smile of satisfaction she picked up the rather flattened and bedraggled teddy bear that lay on her seat, that she had sat on while driving to work and locked her car. She walked to her office, swaying her hips and laughing. She tossed the stuffed animal under her desk, then smiled and said hello to her colleagues.
She had no real enemies, she was a bright, cheerful, friendly, easy going girl. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee, humming quietly to herself. With a steaming mug in hand she went back to her desk. After setting the mug on her coaster she leaned across and turned on the computer monitor on her desk, balancing on one foot, letting the other lift and hover behind her. She slid her chair back, peeked under the desk to see where Teddy was and sat down.
Teddy was an old teddy bear Eddie had given her when they first started going out. Even though she now hated Eddie, she decided to keep teddy. Her booted feet reached for the soft fur covered creature, finding him where she'd looked only moments before. She smiled to feel the soft body between her booted feet and dragged him into position. She liked to rest her feet on teddy whilst she worked, and she liked to imagine Eddie was somehow in teddy and suffering for her comfort. It was ironic therefore, that that was exactly the situation.
Magic is a strange thing, and none who know its secrets will ever fully explain. All Eddie knew was that on the night when he finally left Jessica for good he had an accident, a bad accident. He was left dying, in agony, in the rain, praying for a second chance, a chance to be spared, to make ammends and to be with Jessica again. When his pain stopped he was ecstatic, when he found himself in semi-darkness, unable to move he was bewildered. When he found he was neither blinking, nor hungry he feared he had gone mad. Some time later, when it got light, and he found himself on Jessica's bed he gave up trying to understand. He saw Jessica's hips, her thigh and panties. He heard her soft sleeping sounds. He couldn't understand. When she woke, and rolled over, and her belly pressed on his face he really couldn't understand. He watched as she rolled back, then looked down. Her brown eyes were sad, but still beautiful. She reached toward him, and picked him up. She stared into his eyes. "Ahh Teddy," she began, "Eddie, Teddy, Eddie, Teddy. In my mind you are Eddie, and you hurt me, so I'm gonna hurt you." With a small grimace she gripped Teddy's arm and squoze it tight. Sharp pain shot from the place where she gripped him. Jessica smiled, "Does that hurt?" she asked slyly. "Yes, yes it does," Eddie thought. Jessica retained her grip, then began twisting, turning Teddy's arm agonisingly round. "Arrrggghhh" Eddie screamed in his mind, "Stop, please stop."
Jessica laughed coldly. "I can torture you all I want." She let go Teddy's arm and laid him down Slowly he became aware he had been changed, he had become her teddy. He was looking up at the ceiling of her room. Jessica moved round the bed until she was stood at the edge where Teddy lay. She looked huge, menacing yet cute all at the same time. The white t-shirt she slept in didn't cover her bottom and Eddy had always loved to see her bum and thighs and back from this position.
Jessica checked his position. She lay him parallel with the edge of the bed. Hovering her cotton clad bottom menacingly over Teddy's body she asked "Hmm, where should I sit?" Slowly she looked round and down, "I know. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked Teddy, laughing sadistically. Without even waiting for a reply she said "Guess not," and sat down. Eddy was amazed. She felt like a house landing on top of him. His whole body was pressed and stretched. He thought he might rip apart, that his seams might go and his insides, his stuffing, might come out. Jessica crossed her legs, wiggled and said "Wheeeee," laughing out loud.
Then, suddenly she was gone. She had to get ready for work, and playing, however much fun it was, wasn't something she had time for. Eddie heard her on the toilet, then in the bathroom. At some point she came back to the bedroom to get dressed. She put on a sleeveless pink top, a creamy miniskirt and high heeled sandals, showing her pink painted toe nails. She pretended to accidentally knock Teddy to the floor, and said "Oops!" while giggling. She looked down at Teddy, drew back her foot, and kicked him across the floor. Eddie thought his ribs would break, but then remembered he didn't have any. Still, it bloody well hurt. Jessica walked to him, raised her foot again, and jabbed her heel down into his belly, indenting it and stepping until only the material of his body seperated her heel from the floor. Eddie felt as if his belly were on fire. It hurt more than when he'd had a tooth drilled and the anaesthetic hadn't worked. Jessica pretended she didn't know what she was doing. She looked down slowly, with a look of mock concern on her face, "Oh I am sorry," she said, "you got underfoot silly." She kept her heel in place whie she shook her head slowly back and to. "You need to be more careful. She removed her heel, then kicked him again. "Yeaaaaa!" she shouted "Eddie is a soccer ball." She kicked him across the landing, then down the stairs, stepping on him twice on the way. Finally she kicked him into the kitchen, and stood on him while she made breakfast. She left him in the centre of the floor while she gathered the things she needed. Every pass to and from the fridge involved a full weight step on his vulnerable and helpless body. She stepped on him while she fetched orange juice, and on the way to the counter. Then she took the carton back, and fetched milk, stepping on him again, sliding a little on the shiny floor. She stepped on him when she put the milk back, and so on.
When her breakfast was cooked she popped Teddy onto her stool and sat upon him gleefully. "If you're hungry," she said, "you can eat my ass!" She chuckled as she ate, almost spilling some. The ten minutes while she ate seemed an eternity. Eddie was wracked with pain, her arse was crushing him flat.
When she got off him it took ages to recover. By the time he did she was ready to go to work. She carried him out to the car, threw him on her seat, slipped in and sat down. Her bum compressed him again. The click of the seatbelt terrified him, as it confirmed they were locked together. Jessica's butt was warm and all consuming. It overwhelmed, overpowered and overcame him. He felt her moving to press the pedals, heard the engine cranking, felt her thigh shifting as she pressed the accelarator and wanted to die. Why in God's name had he made that wish?
Jessica loved the drive to work that morning. It was lovely. The 45 minute drive seemed a real pleasure. Every time she paused in traffic or was stopped at lights she would wiggle her ass and say "How ya doin' down there sport?" then laugh. She drove without a care in the world. She liked the way Teddy's padding made her seat so much comfier. "You're going to be my seat every day from now on Ed, isn't that nice?" she told him.
At work she climbed from the car, slipped Teddy into a carrier bag and took him in. She tossed him under her desk and was soon working away. Part way through the morning, not even conscious of her actions she kicked off her sandals, sought out Teddy's furry form and planted her heel upon him. Her left heel bored into Teddy's belly, under the additional weight of her right leg, as she had her legs crossed.
Eddie was swimming in a sea of pain. At its best it was like toothache, at its worst it was indescribable. Her feet stayed still only for seconds, then they wagged, they lifted and dropped, they moved and resettled, one beside the other, they trod on him in time, almost like marching. Eddie had never realised what restless feet Jessica had.
He thanked God for lunch break, but then remembered Jessica always had sandwiches at her desk. While she ate, her right foot flattened his head, her left his belly. Lunch was agony.
This became the pattern. Every day she sat on him at breakfast, and in the car going to work. She rested her feet on him at work, then sat on him going home, and then at home while she watched TV. At night he lay under the covers, at her feet, smelling her feet and her farts.
Since people seemed to like part 1, and the idea wouldn't go away, here is part 2. If enough people like it there'll probably be a part 3 and possibly 4.
Eddie Teddy 2:
Eddie would often try to decide what part of his new existence he hated the most. This varied depending on what torment he was undergoing at that moment, although certain themes recurred. Take a typical workday morning in September.
The day began with Eddie lying helpless and immobile at Jessica’s feet, having served there throughout the night. Due to his magical transformation Eddie did not sleep, he had no need of sleep. He was awake all the time. At night, as Jessica lay softly snoring, blissfully unconscious, Eddie lay in the dark, thinking. Sometimes he remembered how life used to be. Sometimes he thought about how life was now, and sometimes he thought about how it would simply go on and on. To add to his torments, as colder nights approached, Jessica had modified his body. She had cut a slit in his belly and scooped out some of his stuffing. Suffice to say this was as painful as it sounds. Yet all through this and the coming procedure Eddie had been wide awake, and Jessica had been happy, content and comfortable, unaware of the agonies she was inflicting. Eddie had lain across her bare lap, staring up uselessly. Jessica had been dressed for bed in fluffy woollen socks, big knickers and a faded Star Wars T-shirt.
He’d thought her incredibly beautiful, almost ethereal, with her hair pulled back in a long ponytail, and her face scrubbed and cleaned, without any make up. She had a neutral expression, marked only by close concentration. He remembered her impaling him with the sharp point of her scissors, twisting them back and forth before closing the handles to slice his furry belly. (This produced a feeling not unlike having his belly filled with molten metal.) He remembered her scooping out handfuls of stuffing before testing the gap for size. He remembered her lining the new space with a silky material taken from an old nightshirt. Each stitch as she sewed it in brought sharp, fresh pains. He remembered her attaching a zip to the opening in his belly.
Then he was left, lying half on, half off her seat as she boiled a kettle and filled a pink hot water bottle. She made sure the top was tight, and slipped the bottle inside Eddie’s body. The hot heavy bottle seemed to be cooking him from the inside out. Through a haze of pain he saw Jessica grinning broadly. “No more cold tootsies for me,” she said, chuckling, “ehhh Teddy.” Eddie screamed inside.
As Jessica carried him upstairs Eddie felt the bottle shifting and moving in his stomach. It felt as if it was threatening to rip him open. Waves of pulsing, nauseating heat ran from his centre. He guessed this was what Hell was like. Jessica whistled happily as she stepped gaily up the stairs. Her socked feet made almost no sound as she walked.
She flicked on the lamp by her bedside, then, while Eddie baked in the agonising heat, she turned down the quilt and slid her new novelty hot water bottle under the cover, being careful to push him down to where her feet would soon seek him out. She smiled to herself and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and attend to her night time beauty regimen. After that she took a leisurely trip to the toilet, before returning to the bathroom and washing her hands.
Feeling pleasantly sleepy she slipped into bed, and reached for her book. She loved to read for half an hour before settling down to sleep, it was one of her pleasures. As her long legs extended, her fluffy wool clad feet soon found Eddie’s hot body. She rubbed her socked feet against the pleasingly warm fur of his belly and giggled happily. “Ohhh Teddy,” she said in a childlike voice, “your fur is so warm. I hope you don’t mind if I rub my poor cold little feet on you all night!” She said the last two words with a cold hostility. “All night Ted,” she said again, “without socks I think.” The combination of Eddie’s hot body and her fluffy woollen socks was making her feet too hot.
Eddie was burning up. When Jessica rubbed him with her feet the water in his belly shifted and moved, he felt pained and bloated. He felt her feet thrusting into him, her soles pressing down insistently. After she spoke, she moved her left foot off him, resting the side of her right on his face as she took off her sock. His face was compressed almost flat. Soon her bare foot found him, as she removed her left sock and flung it into her washing basket. Moments later her two bare feet were on him. She playfully bashed her bare heels against his head, seeming to deliberately target his beady eyes. Despite being hard plastic, he did actually look out at the world from these eyes and her bashing heels set up a fierce headache. Next, continuing to torment his eyes, she dug her big toenails into them, scratching at them. Jessica’s playful, wilful, restless feet were driving white hot slivers of pain into his eyes.
Finally, after what seemed and eternity, she stopped playing. Instead she turned Eddie sideways on and rested one foot on his belly, while the other pressed down on it. She was lying on her side reading. She wiggled her toe occasionally, scratching under his chin, but other than that her feet stayed still. Eddie felt the reminder of the pains in his head and eyes, although these were thankfully fading. What he felt most now was the pain from her feet crushing his belly and the hot water bottle pressing back. It was a hideous, hot, bloated feeling.
Jessica read, completely caught up in the world of her book. She shifted her feet every now and then when they grew a little too warm, but all in all she thought this hot water bottle cover was lovely. When she was ready for sleep she sighed, stretched, turned out the light, rolled on her side and drifted off.
Eddie lay pinned beneath his tormentor’s feet, in the dark. He was hot, and in despair.
Eddie Teddy 3: Miriam
The memory of that day, when she turned him into a hot water bottle cover, frequently ran through his mind. He was still lost in the memory when Jessica woke up. It was a damp, cold dark morning. Jessica groaned at having to wake up and go to work. “It’s not fair,” she said loudly. She slipped from the bed, and Eddie wondered if she might, for once, leave him there at the foot of the bed. Then a hand reached in and dragged him out. The light was on and it hurt to look into it. Jessica unzipped his belly and removed the now cold bottle. In a bad mood she snarled at him.
“It’s all your fault,” she announced, throwing his soft body to the floor. He lay, flat and lifeless at her bare feet. She jumped in the air and came down, feet side by side, thudding into his belly. “All”, she said, stamping her right foot on his belly, “your” she shouted, stamping her right foot hard onto his belly again, “fault”, she concluded kicking her heel against his face.
She kicked him across the landing and into the toilet. As she sat the toilet she rested her cold feet on his belly, scuffing them back and forth over and over. She stood on him as she wiped herself, and then kicked him into the bathroom. She stood on him, going up on tiptoe now and then, as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She jumped into the shower, leaving Eddie limp and agonised on the hardwood floor. He slowly recovered as she showered. He dreaded what was to come. He heard the shower switch off, heard the curtain rattle back, saw Jessica’s face above him, saw her dripping, soapy foot overhead, and cringed inside. She smiled grimly and stepped out of the shower onto his chest. His fur and fluff chest surrendered to her weight. He felt like she was crushing him. Her other foot came over and settled by the first, and he wished he could die.
Jessica stood on him as she dried herself. Swivelling round to face the mirror. Her legs flexed and moved, her buttocks and breasts swayed enticingly above him, her face was impassive and her feet were unknowingly cruel. Eddie saw suds and water droplets on her skin, saw her towel them away, and felt every move as she raised and lowered her rounded heels and pressed her long toes down and in hard.
It was 10 agonising minutes before she was ready to leave the bathroom. Eddie was kicked into the bedroom, and stood on as Jessica pulled on skimpy panties. She stood on him, on one punishing foot, as she pulled on black, opaque tights, swapping feet half way through. Every wobble as she lost and regained her balance was a sickening wave of discomfort. She stood with the nylon covered sole of her left foot scratching at his face and the right crushing his legs as she pulled on and fastened her knee length skirt. She slipped on black, flat soled, knee high canvas boots, crushing his whole body as she stepped and moved to keep her balance and put on each one. Then she put on her bra and slipped on a white blouse, with an open collar, over which she wore a long sleeved black stretchy cardigan.
She kicked Eddie down the stairs and into the kitchen, stepping on him every time she crossed the floor from the counter to the fridge. When she was ready to eat, Eddie was placed on a hard seat and sat on, compressing him and threatening to rip his seams open. With less stuffing he found his body flattened out more. Despite not having to breathe, this experience always left him feeling like she had crushed his ribs and made it impossible to breathe.
Before he knew it, Eddie was on her car seat, being smothered and crushed beneath Jessica’s shapely rear, which was tightly packed into a close fitting skirt. She had the heater on, and that made her arse hot and just a little sweaty.
At work, under her desk, Jessica planted her booted heel into his belly, and crossed the other foot over. The weight was terrible and it felt as if she were cutting him in two. Her top foot waggled and danced playfully. Midway through the morning Jessica slipped off her boots, and Eddie was left with two moist, highly aromatic, black nylon covered feet pressing down mercilessly onto his trapped body. Her heels were on his legs, the toes on his chest. She wriggled her toes and jostled her feet absentmindedly, as she did every day. Eddie’s body was stretched and pressed. Her toes and heels seemed determined to press him completely flat.
Jessica looked across the office. Her friend Miriam was sat away from her desk, with her left foot crossed over her right knee, allowing her to massage the aches and pains away. “What’s up Miri?” she asked. Miriam smiled, “My feet are killing me, these high heels are too tight!” Jessica nodded understandingly. “Wanna borrow Teddy to rub your feet on?” Miriam grinned, “Do you mind?” she said shyly. Jessiac laughed, and without saying a word she tossed Eddie over.
He had a moment of giddiness, then he landed in Miriam’s lap. Miriam was older than Jessica, but good looking never the less. She had a prim look and way about her, but always wore her brown hair nice, had good make up, a tight blouse and short skirt. She wore white nylons, and her shoes lay discarded under the desk.
Eddie soon found himself under that desk. Her shoes lay on their sides, near his head and the rancid smell came at Eddie in sickly, overpowering waves. The hot feet themselves soon found his soft and comforting little body. Miriam twisted her soles on him, smearing him with their sweat from foot to head. She flexed her toes into his scalp, left foot, right foot over and over, sighing with pleasure at the sensations. Her toe rubbed and scuffed at his roughened fur. She pressed his belly with her heel, slammed her toes into his face, chuckled softly and then did it again. “I wish it was Arthur down there,” she told Jessica, “I’d make the bastard pay!” Jessica laughed. Arthur was Miriam’s no good ex husband. “I like to pretend it’s Eddie, under my feet and powerless to do anything about it.” Both girls laughed.
They had the office to themselves. “Let’s pretend it is Arthur, or Eddie. Let’s work him over together,” Miriam suggested. Jessica jumped at the chance. The two ladies stood over Eddie in their sweaty nylons. He saw black nylon to one side, white nylon to the other. Jessica pressed her toes against his little arm to pin him down. Miriam laughed. “You can’t get away now can you, hmmmm?” she asked. “See how you like this!” Miriam raised her foot and stamped her heel into Eddie’s groin. In spite of his being just a bundle of rags and stuffing it hurt. It throbbed with all the gut wrenching pain of the real thing. Miriam giggled, pressed her heel in again and began grinding it back and forth. “This is fun,” she shouted. “I know,” Jessica replied.
For Eddie it was far from being fun. He was in a world of pain. In a haze of distress he was dimly aware of a black nylon foot pounding his face, then a white nylon one, a black nylon foot on his belly, then a white nylon one. He was hurting all over as the girls walked on him, back and forth, back and forth.
He didn’t know when, but the girls put their shoes back on. High heels ripped into him as flat soles pressed him flatter than he’d ever been before. Jessica kicked his head as Miriam punctured his belly, arms and legs. When his head came off, Miriam ripped her heel through his belly.
She stopped, mouth agape. “Sorry” she said softly. Jessica laughed, “Don’t be, I’ll just stitch him up and then he can take more punishment. At that both girls laughed. Eddie, however, did not laugh.
