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"Are you sure this shrink app works?" asked Bridget, the voluptuous plus-sized 20-year-old. Her boyfriend Barry, equally hefty and rotund, nodded his head enthusiastically.

"I read the reviews online - it's legit! Couples have been shrinking each other down to the size of insects to spice up their sex lives for months now. Just watch out for the 24-hour timer before you stay tiny forever!" Barry winked slyly.

Bridget's plump cheeks flushed pink with excitement. "Eww Barry, you're such a perv! But fine, it'll be fun I guess." She opened the app and focused her phone camera on her 300-pound beau. A red beam shot out, scanning his body, before announcing in a robotic voice: "Shrink target locked. Beginning miniaturization sequence in 3...2...1..."

Barry let out a yelp of surprise as he began shrinking rapidly, his chub rolling in on itself like clay being molded. In mere seconds, the 5'10" man was reduced to the size of a mouse, looking up at his gigantic girlfriend in wonder.

"Whoa, it worked! I'm tiny Bridget, I'm so small!" Barry squeaked in awe, waving his miniscule arms at her. Bridget giggled and scooped him up, bringing his insect-sized body right up to the ample cleavage barely restrained by her too-tight low-cut top.

"That's right baby, you're just a little ant now," Bridget cooed, her voice sounding thunderous to Barry's new perspective. "How does it feel knowing I could squish you like a bug with these big feet anytime I want?" She wiggled her toes, which were stuffed into strappy black stilettos that laced up her thick calves.

Barry's eyes went wide at the sight of her enormous soles dwarfing his body. "Holy shit Bridget, your feet are huge! I've never seen anything so big in my life!" He gulped nervously, both thrilled and terrified by his sudden powerlessness.

Just then, a key jangled in the front door. "I'm home honey!" called out an overly sweet, singsong voice. Bridget glanced up to see her mother walking in, her size 12 wooden clog sandals clopping loudly on the floor.

"Oh Mom, you're early!" Bridget said, quickly trying to think of an excuse for her boyfriend's absence. She glanced around frantically, then quickly shoved the tiny Barry into the pocket of her short denim cutoffs skirt before zipping it up. "Barry's, um, not here right now."

The pocket was dark and stuffy, the denim fabric rough against his skin. Barry felt the air being pushed out of the pocket's confines as Bridget's heavy thigh squished him in tight.

"Oh that's okay dear, we can have girl's time!" said Bridget's mom, walking over to give her daughter a hug. Bridget's enormous breasts flattened against her mother's ample bosom as they embraced.

Barry had a perfect view up Bridget's skirt from his confined position, watching as the two women's thick thighs and chunky knees came together, their sundresses riding up to reveal the fleshy curves of their upper legs. His nose was filled with the heady scent of pheromones and cocoa-butter lotion.

"Thanks Mom," Bridget said, finally extracting herself from the hug. "Hey, can you help me pick out an outfit for Barry's birthday dinner Saturday?"

Bridget gestured to her sizeable closet. "Just walk over there and flip through my dresses."

"Of course pumpkin!" said Bridget's mom, her wooden clogs clacking loudly as she made her way across the room.

Barry pressed himself back into the pocket, heart pounding in his ears, as the sound of the clogs moved closer and closer, each step growing louder until...

WHUMP! Something heavy slammed down on the pocket, nearly crushing the air out of Barry's lungs. He felt himself being lifted up and pressed down repeatedly, his teeny body jostled about like in a washing machine.

Bridget's mom took another step, the clog's thick sole grinding against Barry's chest like he was a cigarette under a boot. The wooden toe end jammed into his groin, pulverizing his tiny testes into paste.

"Oooh, this one is pretty!" Bridget's mom called out, lifting her foot and giving it a shake, sending Barry's broken body tumbling limply into the pocket's dark corner. She flipped through some dresses, then turned to walk out, her clog clipping Barry's head off with a sickening crunch on the way.

Shyly stepping into the room, Bridget peeked into her pocket and groaned at the sight of her crushed boyfriend, his once robust body now reduced to a smear of flattened organs and gooey red jelly.

"Shit! Now what am I going to do for a date?" Bridget sighed, shoving the pocket closed to muffle the sound of her mom's approaching clogs. She'd just have to call up Barry's best friend Chad - at least he would fit better in a pair of her heels than her pudgy ex ever could!