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Lily couldn't believe her luck when she landed a job as the personal assistant to a powerful tech mogul. At 18, she was young and naive, but eager to make a name for herself in the corporate world. Little did her boss Mr. Jameson know, but Lily had a dark secret - a twisted crush fetish that involved shrinking men down to tiny bug-sized playthings for her own perverse amusement.

It all started when Lily stumbled upon a mysterious shrink app online. With a few taps on her phone, she could turn any man into a helpless, nude miniature. It was both terrifying and thrilling to behold.

One fateful day, Lily found herself alone with Mr. Jameson late at the office. Seizing the opportunity, she snuck behind him and zapped him with the app before he could react. In an instant, a naked minuscule Mr. Jameson materialized on the floor, no bigger than a Barbie doll.

"Hello there, Mr. Jameson," Lily purred, towering over his diminished form in her high-heeled mules. "Looks like it's time for your performance review." She lifted a stockinged foot and pressed the sole down on top of him, giving a sickening squelch as she applied more pressure. Mr. Jameson's tiny screams were drowned out by the sound of crunching bones.

Still, the app had glitched and Mr. Jameson survived, albeit badly battered. Lily scooped him up in her hand, bringing him eye-level. "Oopsy! My bad. I guess I need to work on my technique," she giggled sadistically.

She hefted the trembling bug-sized boss, dangling him upside down as she admired his dangling genitals. "Silly little man, you have no idea what kind of pleasure I'm about to give you," she cooed. Then she swung her hand down and used Mr. Jameson's body to pleasure herself, rubbing his minuscule form back and forth over her shaved mound.

"Ahhh! Fuuuuck!" she moaned, gyrating her hips, smearing Mr. Jameson's broken body with her juices. Lost in ecstasy, Lily failed to notice his struggles weakening. When she was spent, she carelessly flicked the broken bug-man to the floor.

"Oopsie! Okay, I killed him," Lily shrugged, not a shred of remorse in her voice. She whipped out her phone and snapped a couple photos of his ravaged remains, setting it as her phone wallpaper for later. Then she swiped her foot back, catching her squashed former boss in the arch of her stripper shoe. With a flick of her ankle, she sent his smear flying, leaving a glistening trail of blood and brain matter in its wake.

Lily straightened up her top, admiring her reflection in a window. Not a single worry line marred her angelic face. Despite the wanton violence she'd just committed, the cruel teen looked every bit the picture of innocence. Grabbing her purse, she strutted out of the office, already fantasizing about her next victim.

The shrink app in her pocket felt so heavy with promise. Lily knew this was only the beginning of her reign of dominance over these pathetic pigmy men. Soon, she would have an army of simpering sex toys at her beck and call. But one at a time... Tonight, she had plans with her father's biggest client. Poor bastard had no idea the world of hurt (and ecstasy) that awaited him.