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I know I shouldn't have done it. But I just couldn't help myself when I discovered that shrink app on my phone. Curiosity got the best of me. When my boyfriend Jack came over, I couldn't resist giving it a try. I snuck up behind him on the couch.

"Jack, hold still for a sec babe," I said with a mischievous grin. Before he could react, I tapped the button, shrinking him down to the size of a bug in an instant! He tumbled to the carpet in a daze.

"Whoa...what the hell Mia? What did you do?" Jack squeaked in amazement, looking up at my towering form from the carpet. He was so adorable tiny like that. I giggled and scooped him up.

"Aww, you're like a cute little doll now! Don't worry babe, it's just a prank. I'll change you back soon." I cooed, holding his miniscule form up to my face. His tiny hands pushed at my fingers as he squirmed.

Just then, I heard my mom's car pull up outside. Shoot! I was so caught up playing with mini Jack, I totally lost track of time. Oh well, I'd just have to stash him for now and deal with the consequences later.

I quickly set Jack down on the carpet and rustled through some junk on the floor, covering him up. "Just stay put and be quiet, 'kay babe? Mom's home." I whispered. He nodded meekly.

The front door burst open as my mother barged in, pulling her suitcase behind her. "MIA! I'm home sweetie!" She called out in her singsong voice. I ran out to greet her.

"Hey Mom! How was your trip?" I asked, giving her a big hug. She was wearing a tight white mini skirt over her thick, heavyset frame that struggled to contain her wide childbearing hips and fat wobbling ass. Her enormous breasts nearly spilled out of her lowcut blouse. I towered over her bulky body.

"Oh honey, it was fine," she sighed, plopping her fat butt down on the couch. "Just exhausting as usual. I could really go for a foot rub..."

I smiled and knelt down to slip off her high-heeled wooden clogs. "Coming right up, Mom." I began massaging her soft, pudgy feet. She let out a satisfied groan.

I heard a tiny screaming from the carpet and froze. Shit! Jack was still down there! My heart pounded as I tried to act natural, praying she wouldn't notice.

After a few torturous minutes, I finally rose. "I'm gonna go grab us some snacks, Mom. You just relax." I said, hurrying off to the kitchen.

I quickly came back, holding a tray of drinks and apps, hoping to distract her. But as I approached, I saw her big, bare foot lift off the couch cushion, hovering right over the screaming speck that was Jack, still struggling on the carpet. Time seemed to slow.

"Mia, could you hand me one of those cheese and crackers?" Mom asked, wiggling her toes, seemingly oblivious to the tiny person about to be crushed beneath her heel. Jack's eyes were wide with terror as he looked up at her looming sole.

I froze, tray in hand, my eyes locked on the horrific scene about to unfold. There was nothing I could do. I squeezed my eyes shut as Mom shifted her weight and settled her heavy foot down on the carpet with a dull thud.

CRUNCH.

A sickening squelch echoed through the living room. I nearly dropped the tray. When I opened my eyes, I saw a tiny red smear and some broken bug parts oozing out from under Mom's heel. Jack was utterly crushed beyond recognition. A broken doll. My boyfriend. Smashed to bits.

"Oh, that felt nice and crunchy between my toes," Mom said absentmindedly, smacking her lips. "Probably just a roach or something. You really need to keep this place cleaner, Mia."

I stood there in shock, staring at the bloody smear on the carpet. At the tiny bits of my boyfriend's body. Mom had killed Jack. Unintentionally crushed him to death with her big fat foot. And now he was nothing but unrecognizable red paste. I started to hyperventilate.

"Mia? You okay honey? You look a little pale," Mom said, peering at me with concern. I quickly wiped away the tears that had sprung to my eyes.

"I-I'm fine Mom. Just... Yeah. I'm fine," I mumbled, turning away so she wouldn't see my stricken expression. I hurried into the kitchen and started cleaning up, my hands shaking. I had to pull myself together.

Jack was gone. In the most horrific, gruesome way possible. And it was all my fault for shrinking him in the first place. If I had just left him normal sized, he'd still be alive. I sobbed quietly to myself as I wiped down the counters, seeing his broken body in my mind's eye.

Mom's voice called out from the living room, making me jump. "Mia sweetie, why don't you come sit with Mommy? Let's have a girl's night and watch some movies. I'll even let you do my feet again later if you want."

I swallowed hard, tasting bile. I had to be normal. Had to act like everything was fine, even though my boyfriend had just been crushed to death by my mom's fat ass foot in the other room. I took a deep breath and headed back out to the couch with a brittle smile on my face.

"Sounds great, Mom. I'd love that," I said, my voice wavering only slightly as I plopped down next to her, trying to ignore the tiny bloodstain still oozing into the carpet. She immediately lifted her bare foot into my lap with a contented sigh.

I held back tears as I began rubbing her soft sole, feeling it squish and spread between my fingers. The same foot that had smashed Jack beyond recognition mere minutes ago. I had to resist the sudden urge to vomit.

As Mom flipped through channels, I stared at the TV in a daze, seeing nothing but red. I couldn't believe this had happened. My sweet, gentle Jack. Reduced to a bloody smear on the carpet in an instant. By my own mother's carelessly placed foot.

I glanced down at the growing stain, my eyes stinging. He was really gone. And I would have to live with this guilt, this horrible secret, for the rest of my life. The fact that I had shrunk my boyfriend down, allowing him to be unintentionally killed by my mom.

But even worse was the fact that... deep down... there was a dark, twisted part of me that felt a strange, unfamiliar thrill at what had happened. At the sight of my cute boyfriend's tiny broken body, smeared into the carpet by my mother's big, fat, careless foot.

As Mom's soft foot pressed demandingly into my hands, I felt an electric tingle run through my body at the depraved memory. I suppressed a shudder, equal parts horror and shameful excitement. What was wrong with me? I needed help.

But for now, all I could do was keep up the facade. Keep smiling and rubbing my mom's foot and acting like everything was okay. Even as I grieved for Jack. My poor, sweet, dead Jack.

I lost myself in dark thoughts as Mom's foot squished and spread in my lap, her sweet, slightly musky scent filling my nose. I knew I'd never be able to look at her, or her soft, heavy feet, the same way again. Not after what they had done. What I had allowed them to do.

As the TV droned on and Mom's breathing grew heavy with relaxation, I finally let the tears come, silently dripping down my cheeks and splattering onto her wiggling toes. Droplets of grief and guilt and secret, shameful excitement.

I didn't know how I would deal with the fact that my boyfriend was dead. Smashed to bits by my own mother's foot. But I knew I'd have to find a way. To live with the knowledge of what her careless steps had done.

And the dark, twisted thrill it gave me...