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Molly was a stunning 30-year-old woman and mother of two. At 5'8", her tall, curvy body was the envy of all her friends. Molly took great pride in her appearance and always dressed to impress, usually in the tiniest of skirts or shorts, paired with strappy stilettos that made her long legs look simply incredible.

One warm summer day, Molly decided to go for a picnic in the park with her kids. She chose a white mini skirt that barely covered her rear and strappy sandals with 5-inch heels. Her skimpy top showed off her ample cleavage. As they arrived at the park, Molly couldn't help but notice all the men staring at her.

She and the kids found a nice spot by the pond and spread out a blanket. Molly sat down gracefully, making sure not to flash too much up her skirt. But as she reached for the sandwiches, she felt a tiny squish under her heel. Glancing down, she saw she had accidentally stepped on a wee little frog! It let out a pathetic croak before going still.

"Oh no!" Molly gasped, not quite sure why she felt bad. After all, it was just a stupid tiny frog. She shook it off her heel and plopped back down. But a minute later, in reaching for a soda, she felt another squish. Peeking under her foot, she confirmed she had killed another one.

Molly bit her lip, equal parts disgusted and oddly aroused by the feeling. She glanced around and noticed a few more of the miniscule frogs hopping by. On a whim, she slowly extended her long, tanned leg and waited until one landed on her strappy sandal strap. Then she deliberately pressed down, feeling the tiny crunch as she ended its life. Another followed suit, and another. Soon Molly had a little pile of frog bodies under her foot.

Her kids were oblivious, eating their snacks. But Molly was enthralled by her newfound fetish. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, the soft frogs smearing against her soles. Glancing around, she noticed a larger bullfrog nearby. Hiking up her skirt a bit to flash her lacy panties, Molly slowly raised her foot, then brought her heel down right on the frog's head with a satisfying pop. Frothy green goo oozed out around her shoe.

Molly shuddered at the overwhelming thrill and sense of power. She scooped up the frog bodies and dumped them in her purse. At home, she'd have fun crushing them in my heels and tidy up afterwards. She finished the picnic in a daze, reliving the exquisite sensations of annihilating the tiny creatures.

This was just the beginning of Molly's exciting new hobby. And the unsuspecting frogs of the park didn't stand a chance against her potent, elegant high heels and awakened desires...