Shrinking.pdf

Sarah sat at the kitchen table, tapping away on her smartphone. She had just installed a new app called "Shrink-o-matic" and was eager to test it out. The app promised to shrink anyone to a tiny size with just a few taps. Sarah wasn't sure if it really worked, but figured it was worth a try for a laugh.

Suddenly, her teenage son Tommy walked into the kitchen. "Hey Mom, what's up?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge.

Sarah's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Check this out," she said, holding up her phone. "It's an app that can shrink people down to size!"

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, Mom. That's just a dumb prank app." He took a long swig of OJ and set the glass in the sink.

Sarah smirked, then quickly opened the app and pointed her phone at Tommy. She tapped the shrink button and watched in amazement as her son began to rapidly shrink down to the size of a dollhouse figurine.

"Ahhhh!" Tommy screamed in terror as he dwindled down, his clothes and backpack shrinking with him. In mere seconds he was only two inches tall, standing in the middle of the kitchen floor.

"Mom! What did you do?! Make me normal again!" he pleaded, waving his tiny arms.

Sarah just laughed, feeling a strange rush of power and control. She reached down and picked up her miniature son, holding him between her thumb and index finger. He struggled and squirmed in her grasp.

"Don't worry sweetie, Mommy will take good care of you now that you're so small and cute," Sarah cooed. "In fact, I think I'll start by giving you a view from up high - right under the sole of my shoe!"

Tommy's eyes went wide with horror as Sarah lifted her foot and pressed the tip of her stiletto heel against his tiny body. She ground her shoe back and forth, the hard leather sole flattening him against the tile floor.

"Mom! Stop! It hurts!" he cried out in anguish. But Sarah just kept on, slowly dragging her heel back and forth, enjoying the sensation of crushing her tiny son beneath her shoe. Her breath grew heavy as an intense, unfamiliar arousal began to build deep in her core.

She had always had a secret crush fetish fantasy - a kinky obsession with crushing things to death with her feet. And now that her son was micro-sized, she finally had the perfect opportunity to indulge her darkest desires.

After several minutes of grinding Tommy under her stiletto, Sarah lifted her foot and admired her handiwork. Her son was battered and broken, barely clinging to life. A warm, tingling glow suffused her body as she realized she had just fulfilled her ultimate crush fantasy.

She proceeded to spend the next hour torturing and crushing her tiny son to death with her high heels, reveling in every moment of his suffering. It was the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life. She knew she would never be able to go back to being a normal mother again after this.