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Veronica was a 300 lb 5'8" BBW woman with an insatiable crush fetish. She spent her days lounging on the couch in her living room wearing nothing but a tight denim mini skirt that hardly covered her ample rear. She had no panties on underneath, her pussy lips protruding out the bottom of the skirt as she sat with her thick thighs spread wide.

Veronica had recently obtained a shrink ray device that she used to miniaturize men down to the size of ants. She would shrink them in various locations around her house and then proceed to use them for her amusement, crushing them under her giant feet for sexual pleasure.

One hot summer afternoon, Veronica shrunk a tiny man down by the side of her couch. She slipped off her denim clog sandals and commanded him to crawl over to her giant hairy foot. "Beg me to crush you, tiny!" Veronica demanded. The terrified little man pleaded for mercy as he rubbed against her sweaty, wrinkled sole.

Veronica laughed and instructed him to pull her toes apart and tongue her crack. The man meekly obeyed, sliding his tiny body into her toe webs and licking up the sweat. Veronica cooed in delight at the feel of his miniscule tongue on her sensitive foot. Soon, she couldn't hold back anymore. "Crush time, tiny!" Veronica declared as she pressed the sole of her foot down on his body, squashing him between her toes.

Veronica felt a rush of pleasure and stepped on him again and again, grinding her foot back and forth to smash the life out of her tiny victim. Her foot became slick with his crushed remains. She used her other clog to scrape her sole clean, shivering as her foot came away with bits of him stuck to it.

Over the next several days, Veronica shrunk multiple men in different areas of her living room - one in the center of her hardwood floor, one near the radiator, a few on the shag rug by her recliner. She stomped them all under her clog sandals, not caring about the mess she made. Her house became splattered with their miniature blood and guts.

To make a little extra money, Veronica started documenting her crush videos and uploading them to YouTube. She set up a tiny camera on the floor that could capture the action up close as she murdered the shrunk men. To her surprise, her channel gained a lot of subscribers who paid her to see more of her sick foot crush videos. The views and donations poured in as men around the world paid to see her giant feet take out their frustrations on hapless, doll-sized victims.

Veronica started making a good income just by stepping on tiny men all day. She could hardly believe it. Her crush fetish was finally accepted and monetized. She felt powerful, almost invincible.

One video that received a lot of requests showed her mashing a dozen shrunken men under her clog sandals at once. "Tiny men, crush time!" she announced, wiggling her toes before bringing her thick soles down on them. She ground and twisted, wiping her feet back and forth to smear their remains into the carpet.

Veronica was now a goddess of foot crush, able to live out her darkest fantasies and get paid for it. She would never run out of men to step on, as thousands of shrunken victims would do anything to be crushed by her gorgeous giant feet. It was a strange new world, but one that Veronica had eagerly embraced. She had never been happier or hornier.

Her channel was her entire life now, a platform to showcase her crushing skills and entertain her legions of loving fans. Veronica had them all wrapped around her toes, making a living as a cock-crushing, man-stomping demi-goddess. The views on her channel skyrocketed as people watched in awe of her foot-worshipping power.