Bus Crush Fantasy!

Since I was a child I have had a fascination with women drivers and a curiosity of being run over.

Even though as a child, I knew my body was much smaller and fragile than that of an adult and the tremendous weight of a car wheels rolling over my small body would crush me more than I would be able to handle. Still, I have been drawn to the curiosity of feeling it done by a woman.

Up until recently, I didn't even know it had a name like "carcrush", much less other people who share the same fascinating curiosity which has been with me even throughout my adulthood.

Throughout the years, I have experimented with it by being lucky enough to find a couple of women who I was able to get to run over me. As anyone who has a fantasy or fetish of some kind, I have certain guidelines or ideas of how this would take place.

First, she has to run over me with a stick shift car.

Second, she should wear a long sleeved shirt, with the sleeves pushed up just to her elbows.

Third, she should drive towards me from some distance away, shifting through the gears till she reaches 4th. Then, shortly after shifting to fourth, she runs her driver's side wheels right over the middle of my body with me laying long ways so the wheels start at my foot and ramp up my leg, and over my belly and chest, then off my shoulder. She would be going no faster than 20 MPH, so she would have to shift at low speeds.

Amazingly, I have been able to do all of this... twice! The car was a ford escort. Small enough, but still enough to feel a good degree of weight.

As my fantasies grew more elaborate, I imagined what it would be like to get run over by a woman driving a really big bus. I know the effects of this would be overwhelming to me and more than I could handle, but the thought of the crushing feeling and knowing a beautiful woman is driving that bus over me still poses an interesting idea to me. Although I can never make this happen, I will tell you my fantasy as if it has already happened from my point of view.

The woman who ran over me with the bus is someone I met about two years ago, a very beautiful 5'9, 140 lb dark blonde with dark blue eyes, almost a hazel. Her name is Rachel, and for quite some time she has known of my fetish of being run over by women and actually understands enough to have offered to run over me a few times in the past with her car, which is a 4 door 2003 Honda Civic. As luck would have it, it is also a stick shift so she was able to run over me exactly how I imagined, by shifting through the gears before she ran her wheels over me.

Naturally, she had a lot of questions at first, but soon her own curiosity got the best of her as to what it would be like to run over someone.

Of course it hurt, just as I wanted it to. But after a few days of recovery, I was fine. It was a bit scary, but thrilling to see and feel that car running over me at nearly 20 MPH. Still, the thrill of seeing her drive towards me with that pretty - yet interested - smile, and hearing the car as she shifted through the gears just before running over me was very stimulating.

Before she agreed to run over me with the bus, she wanted me to be absolutely sure this is what I wanted since there would be no way to recover from it. Aware of the imminent, irreversible damage it would do to my body, I told her with much confidence that I wanted her to run over me with a bus for sure.

She agreed to do it, and went on to say, "I always wondered what it would be like to splatter someone's guts out!"

As it turns out, she would soon know what it's like to feel the slight upward bounce as she runs over me under her wheels, and I would know the feeling of my body succumbing to the massive unforgiving weight of the bus wheels as they roll over my body.

The search was then on for a bus and it wasn't long before we found an old retired bus that looked to be used for touring. It was very long, seated a lot of passengers and had a double rear axle. It was a stick shift, which was perfect. The front had a flat face with a large windshield that spanned nearly the entire front of the bus. This would be good so when she drove towards me, I could see her better, and see her shifting the gears.

It was the last running one we could find and was to be scrapped anyway, so it was easy to get. She needed some time to get used to it, so we found a remote area for her to practice. She was a bit overwhelmed at first, driving such a big vehicle, but it didn't take long for her to get right in her comfort zone.

As she got used to driving it, it was very exciting for me watching her hold the steering wheel and occasionally reaching over and shifting the gears.

Once she seemed comfortable enough with it I asked her to go through a couple of practice runs. We came to a complete stop then she started driving as if I were laying down in the road in front of her. Then she would shift through the gears until she reached 4th, only topping out at about 20 MPH. She had to shift at low enough speeds to make that happen. Once she did that, we would stop and do it again. That way she got a good feeling of how exactly to do it when she ran over me. Also, it helped us gauge exactly how far I would have to lay in front of her to give her time to drive towards me and shift through the gears, leaving only a few seconds between shifting to fourth and her running over me.

It was so exciting for me watching her do that! The excitement and anticipation was so great I couldn't wait any longer and asked her, "Are you ready to do it right now?"

"No" she answered.

I was a bit surprised, but she continued with a giggle: "I want to go home and do some last minute things before I squash you!"

I wasn't sure what that could be, but I just went with it. She elaborated by saying, "It's not everyday I get to run over someone, so I want to look my best when I'm crushing you!"

As we headed back, I began asking her a few questions about her running over me with the bus, mostly to build the suspense more of when we would actually do it.

"So... what do you think this will do to me?" I asked.

She let out a quick laugh, then said, "Well... you'll be dead!"

"OK, but... how so?"

"By squashing you, that's how!" she said with a smile.

"How exactly do think that will happen?"

She hesitated for a moment, probably sensing what I was trying to get from her.

"Well, the tires are wide enough to cover the width of your body, and there are several thousand pounds on just one wheel alone, so I imagine when I run over you with the front wheel your body will be smashed completely flat. You know, bones breaking, ribs snapped like twigs... then all your guts getting smashed out, it may get messy!"

Aroused by her response, the only thing I could get out was, "Cool!"

She continued on, "Then the back wheels will roll over you, crushing you even flatter!" She made her eyes wide to emphasize "flatter." "Then, whatever wasn't already flat will get squished, leaving your flat body laying in your blood and squished out guts in the road. The whole while, I'll be smiling and proud of the road kill I created!"

My heart pounded with excitement! I just answered, "That would be cool, as long as it's you doing it!"

She looked at me smiling and said, "It's gonna be VERY cool!"

She dropped me off at my house and told me to meet her at her house in two hours. That would give her enough time to finish what she needed to do and then we could go back out where we were and she would run over me with the bus. I didn't know if I could wait that long. I spent nearly the entire two hours in anticipation, wondering if this would really happen or if she would back out.

After an hour and 50 minutes, I couldn't wait any longer. I went to her house where she let me right in. She looked VERY good. She was wearing a black and white dress outfit with an outer long sleeve sweater with her sleeves pushed up just to her elbows. It was also obvious she was wearing a touch of make up and her hair was fixed up nice.

"Come on in!" she said with a seductive smile.

Much to my surprise, and near disappointment, three of her female friends were sitting in the living room when I walked in. I thought for sure it was now a no-go. She began explaining to me that she let her friends in on our little secret, and they all wanted to be a part of it. She explained that they want to ride in the bus with her when she runs over me... if it was OK with me.

"Sure!"

As if there could be any other response, since they now knew what we were up to.

I looked around at all of them and noticed that all of them were wearing similar outfits with their sleeves pushed up just to their elbows too.

One of the other women said,"We've always wondered what it would be like to run over someone, and since you are going to let us, now we'll get to!"

I had not even imagined it being this good! I looked at Rachel and she had that glow in her eyes like she knew she had just really made my day. I asked her, "So, are we ready then?"

She nodded and looked at the other three women. "Ladies, are we ready to go run over this guy?"

The all enthusiastically agreed and we all piled in the bus. I pulled Rachel to the side and whispered, "Thank you!" and kissed her.

She just smiled and said, "No problem! I thought you would like it!"

Rachel drove us out to the place where we chose to do it. I noticed they were able to set up two more temporary seats in the front of the bus right up by the windshield. Two of the girls sat there, and the other one would stand close behind.

I asked them, "So after you all run over me, are you ladies going to stop, get out and look at me to see how badly you squashed me?"

They all kinda looked at each other and one said, "I don't know. Should we?"

"It's totally up to you."

We moved into some familiar area where we were earlier when Rachel was driving the bus to practice. Noticing this, the jitters in my stomach really started in. The excitement and anticipation was growing. A few minutes later we knew we were out in the clear. The road had turned into an abandoned old run down road that was poorly paved and falling apart due do lack of maintenance. I asked Rachel, "Do you want to do a couple more practice runs?"

The bus started to slow as she said, "Sure."

The bus came to a stop and Rachel was about to shift to 1st and start going.

"Wait! Let me out here!"

"You wanna do it now?" she said.

"No, I just want to lay in front of you real quick and see what you all look like in the bus."

"OK," she said. "No problem."

The door opened, and I jumped off the bus and laid down right in front of the driver's side wheel, about 20 feet in front of the bus. Looking up at the windshield I could see Rachel looking back at me smiling, and could see her arms fairly clear as she was holding the steering wheel close to the top with both hands. I could see each of the other three women very clear too through the windshield as they were smiling at me laying in front of them. I was ready to get run over by those women and feel their wheels smashing me!

I got back up and returned to the bus.

"How do we look?" asked Rachel.

"Damn hot!" I answered. "I can't wait for you to do it!"

"Alright!" She shifted to first gear and drove through a test run. She shifted through the gears and after she got to 4th, counted up to about 5 seconds, which would be roughly the time between her shifting to 4th and running over me. She stopped the bus, figured how far I would have to go to lay down in front of her, then she did the whole thing again to make sure we were right, and we were.

Rachel then looked at me and said "Well, are you ready now?"

My heart was pounding with excitement and I was so overcome with desire I was shaking a bit.

"Oh, yes I am!" I said.

"Are all you ladies ready to run over him?" she asked the other women.

They all responded in unison with an enthusiastic: "Yeah!" as they all smiled in an eager and anxious manner.

"Hey Rachel!" one of the women said. "Open your window all the way!"

"What for?" Rachel asked.

"So we can hear the crunch when you run your wheels over him!"

Rachel smiled and reached up with no hesitation and opened her window all the way. I looked around at all four women and saw their arms with their sleeves pushed up just to their elbows and their eager faces and the only thing I could think about was getting run over by them. She opened the door and I said "Bye" to all the women.

They all said, "Bye-bye" in unison and blew me kisses as I stepped off the bus and Rachel closed the door.

I knew that was the last time I would be on that bus. I was so excited and overcome with desire and anticipation that my legs felt weak, so much that I almost couldn't stand. I started outward in front of the bus to the place where I would lay down. As soon as I got in front of the bus, I turned back to get a close up look of the women looking out at me. When I did, they all waved again. I turned and walked very quickly to the target place where we determined I would lay down. As I got there, I turned facing the bus. I could still see the women, but more faint from the distance I was at.

I laid down in the road positioning my body longways right in line with the driver's side wheels. I thought to myself I would never be getting up from that place. I focused on the bus and Rachel in the driver's seat.

I could see the faint image of Rachel's hand move off the steering wheel for a moment and then back on. I knew she had just shifted to first gear. I heard the engine rev slightly and saw the bus begin moving forward. At that point my heart was pounding and racing faster than I ever remember. I heard the engine rev slightly then saw Rachel's hand move off the steering wheel and grab the stick shift. A slight movement of her hand and it was back on the wheel.

She shifted to 2nd gear at just over 5 MPH. I could see their images getting closer and clearer. A slight acceleration and I saw Rachel's hand leave the steering wheel again and shift to 3rd at just over 10 MPH. They crept ever closer and I could see more detail in the women's smiling faces and could see all their arms.

Finally, I saw Rachel move her hand to the stick shift and could actually see the motion of her arm shifting to 4th gear. Her hand quickly moved back onto the steering wheel. Now I could see all their faces very well, and my heart was pounding very hard and my cock was about to explode out of my pants. I thought "This is it!" as their faces drew ever closer and I could see the eagerness and excitement in them. I could hear the tread of the tires getting louder as the wheels drew closer to me.

I lost sight of the women just as the front of the bus started moving over my body. My legs were open so the wheels would run over me starting between my legs then over my whole body. Then... just as the front bumper crossed over the top of my head, I felt the enormous front wheel smashing down on my crotch and consuming me under it. My pelvis was shattered under the weight and as I cringed from the pain, I could not move as to being held in place by the huge tire. It rolled over my belly and I felt the numbing pain of all my insides being compressed. As the wheel rolled up to my chest, I could hear the loud crunch as I felt all my ribs snapping like weak twigs and collapsing under the immense weight as all the air was pushed out of my lungs and my whole chest was caved in. I felt all my organs rupturing as the weight seemed to go through me since I was no match for that heavy bus.

The pain was so intense I thought I didn't want it anymore, but it was too late. The wheel continued to roll forward and off my left shoulder, just missing my head and crunching my shoulder as it passed. I laid there breathless, numb with excruciating pain, and unable to move realizing the back wheels were rolling toward me. In my mind I was screaming "Stop!" but I knew that Rachel was going to keep driving because that's what I asked her to do.

The back wheels then rolled over my already smashed and mangled body. The massive weight caused my already weakened and smashed body to rupture at the sides squashing my guts out onto the road. I lay there helpless, squashed flat, and motionless with the exception of a few quivers.

The bus quickly stopped and shortly after, the patter of women's shoes coming closer to me. The first thing I heard was a couple of them saying "EWWW!" as they got a first look at my body after they had run over me.

Unable to move, I saw them move to the front of me. I could see all of them looking down at me, and I saw Rachel, still with her sleeves pushed up just to her elbows like she did when she ran over me, the one who gave me what I wanted.

"Oh my God" one of them said. "Look at what we did to him!"

"Good job, Rachel!" another said.

"Thanks!" said Rachel, smiling.

"Look how flat he is! I've never seen anyone like that before!"

"I thought for sure he would have moved out of the way!"

Rachel said, "Well, he's not going anywhere now!" with a slight giggle.

"Hey!" said another woman excitedly. "You should back up over him now!"

The other women looked at each other, then at her, curiously. She continued, "Sure! He's not going anywhere, and it's not like he can tell you no! Let's face it, he is our little playground right now and we will never get another chance like this!"

Rachel hesitated, looking at the other women's faces to gauge their reaction. Seeing their smiling, curious faces, she smiled and said "OK, I'll do it!"

She started back towards the bus and another woman said, "We're going to stay out here while you run over him so we can see you run the wheels over him again!"

"OK," Rachel said as she walked faster back to the bus.

As I laid there in excruciating pain with my guts splattered out and what was left of my body, I was overcome with fear knowing that her wheels were about to roll over me with all those thousands of pounds of weight again. The other women gathered closer to where I was laying anxiously waiting for Rachel to run over me again.

I heard the bus make a clinking noise as Rachel shifted to reverse. Then I heard the engine rev slightly. Although I couldn't see it, I knew the bus was backing up towards me. I could see the faces of the other three women looking down at me and could tell that the bus wheels were getting closer to me as the looks on their faces grew ever more eager.

A shadow began to pass over me as the rear bumper of the bus now was passing backwards over me. Then the massive rear wheels rolled over my shoulder, then down over my chest.,. making some small crunching noises as my bones were further ground and my guts were squished a bit further out of the open wounds in my sides created by the initial crush. Just as the first rear wheel was making its way down my crotch, the second rear wheel started down the same path over my shoulder and down.

At that point, I had both rear axles on my crunched flat body at the same time. There was a short hesitation as the bus still revved and the front wheel passed over my body again. Rachel could barely even feel a bump since I was so flat already when the front wheel backed up over me. I could hear the three women saying "EWWW!!" and "UGH!" as they saw the smashing effect Rachel's wheels had on my body.

Rachel backed up far enough that I could see her again in the driver's seat. She stopped the bus, and I could see her beautiful smiling face through the windshield looking down at my crushed mangled body and I could see her arms with her sleeves still pushed up just to her elbows.

Just as Rachel stopped, I heard one of the women yell "Wait!" and signaled Rachel to not move. Then she looked at the other two women and said, "Watch this!" with a smile. She walked over to my smashed body and moved my head to the left so it would be in line with the wheels.

After she did that, one of the women said "Oh, yeah!" and I knew what was coming next. She looked back to Rachel and said "OK!" I could see Rachel looking very pretty and smiling with a pretty and eager smile. She reached down and shifted to first gear then moved her hand back to the steering wheel. The engine revved a little and the bus started moving towards me again. I saw Rachel's arm reach down and grab the stick shift and her arm move back as she shifted to second gear then return her hand to the steering wheel. This was very clear because she was so close to me.

Right after she shifted, the bumper passed over me again and the front wheel began flattening me again from the crotch. There were a few small crunches but mostly just from bones grinding on the pavement. Then the front wheel rolled up to my neck, and I saw the mighty wheel coming down on my face. As the wheel rolled over my head, there was a loud "POP" followed by a "CRUUUNCH!" as my skull was smashed. My brains were squished out the top of my head out onto the pavement, right in the path of the wheel. There were a couple of quick quivers through my whole body when that happened.

My eyeballs popped out of my skull and onto the road. As Rachel continued to drive forward, her wheel ran over my soft brains, flattening them with no effort at all. Then the back wheel rolled over me following the same path. It crushed my skull the rest of the way, and ran over my eyeballs, smashing them like grapes. The three women all said "EWWW!" in unison as they witnessed the squashing by Rachel.

Rachel stopped the bus, and walked back to meet the women already looking at what was left of me. They noticed how my body was totally flat except for the few tread marks following the length of my body.

Rachel said, "Oh my god!" smiling, as she saw the mess of my squished flattened body close-up and the tire tread marks of blood on the pavement. "Well, I hope he got what he wanted!" she said.

"Yep!" agreed another woman. "Because it's too late now!" The all giggled to each other.

"How did it feel?" another woman asked Rachel.

"You mean..." Rachel responded, as to further inquire what she meant.

"For you to run over him?" finished the other woman.

Rachel got a evil smirk on her face and responded, "It was great! I wanna do it again!"

"What do we do with him now?" asked one of the women.

"Ew, I don't know" said Rachel. "I guess just leave him here."

The women looked at each other for a moment and said, "OK!"

The made their way back to the bus as footsteps grew farther away from me. The bus started away and Rachel shifting through gears as she drove away.