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Zara was a stunning 18-year-old girl. With her long raven hair, piercing green eyes, and voluptuous curves, she had the body of a pin-up model. But beneath her angelic face and sexy demeanor lied a twisted soul consumed by cruelty and a lust for shrinking men.

Zara had always been bullied in school by a group of jocks. They would mock her, push her around, and call her names. You'd think a girl like her would be popular. But no, she was an outsider. And one day, Zara had had enough.

Using a mysterious app she downloaded, Zara shrunk her tormentors down to the size of insects right before her eyes. She collected the teeny men in a jar and took them home, her heart racing with excitement.

Arriving at her house, Zara set the jar on the floor of the living room. She watched for a while as the tiny men scurried around in terror, silently screaming for help that would never come. Then, bored, Zara went to eat dinner.

Unbeknownst to her, the front door opened and her mother Lana lumbered inside, taking off her red high heels. The curvy BBW had a soft spot for her daughter, whom she adored. She had a secret crush fetish too, just like Zara. But Lana wasn't aware of her daughter's shrunken men collection.

Stepping into the living room, Lana's wooden clog slipped on something tiny and slick on the floor. "Oof!" she yelped, regaining her balance. Alarmed, she looked down to see a teeny man crushed beneath her sole, his body smeared into the carpet. Lana gasped. Grabbing a tissue, she cleaned the bug-sized corpse off her shoe with a morbid curiosity.

Just then, another tiny man scurried across Lana's foot. On impulse, she ground her heel down, feeling the sickening squelch as she snuffed out his life. A wicked grin spread across her plump lips. Lana pressed her sole down again and again, reveling in the feeling of those miniscule men popping beneath her feet like grapes.

In her killing frenzy, Lana didn't notice the candid camera Zara had set up. It captured every gruesome moment. Zara would have that footage to enjoy later and post on her secret YouTube channel, where she showcased the squishings she and her family members inflicted on pathetic little guys.

Finishing her bug-stomping fun, Lana shook the last bloody smear off her shoe into a heel-shaped impression in the carpet. She snorted at the gore before limping off to the bathroom to clean up.

Later that night, Zara found the jar empty but for a few lone survivors huddled in the corner. Her eyes went wide spotting the splattered bug juice on the carpet. Grabbing her phone, Zara checked the camera and squealed in delight seeing everything her mom had done.

"Moooom, you sneaky slut!" Zara giggled gleefully. "You're a natural at this!"

She quickly edited the candid footage into a video, adding delightfully twisted commentary. Then Zara uploaded it to her hidden YouTube channel, where it would earn thousands of views and likes from her fellow size queens and crush enthusiasts across the world.

Panting with sadistic pleasure, Zara gathered up the traumatized micro-men still alive. She would let them terrorize a friend's dollhouse later. For now, it was time to bask in perverse bliss. Zara smiled to herself as she envisioned the carnage she would unleash on the world, one pathetic little bug-man at a time.