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It was a sweltering summer day in July 2026. Mara wiped the sweat from her brow, fanning herself with a magazine. Her brother Jake had been bugging her all day to play with his new "Shrinking App" he had downloaded. Sighing, she relented. "Fine Jakey, let's see this stupid app of yours."

Jake eagerly grabbed his tablet. "Okay sis, you've gotta walk over the red line on the screen when I say go. And don't move." Mara rolled her eyes and stepped in front of him, one foot on either side of the red line visible on the flashing screen.

"Ready...set...GO!" Jake shouted, tapping the screen. Mara felt a strange tingling sensation. "What the hell is this thing doing?" She looked down at her feet in alarm as they began to shrink. "AAAAHH! Jakey what did you do?!" In seconds she was only 6 inches tall, her sundress and sandals shrinking with her. "Mara! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Jake reached out to pick her up. "Don't touch me!" she shrieked.

In a panic, Jake tried to think. He had no idea how to reverse this. His eyes landed on the kitchen trash can a few feet away. An idea formed. He would start some kind of fire, maybe that would cause a reaction and bring Mara back to size. He quickly gathered some paper and matches from his room.

Meanwhile, Mara was fuming. She couldn't believe her stupid brother shrank her! As she fumed, she absentmindedly began tapping her foot against the hard kitchen tile. The sensation sent a shiver up her spine. She looked down at her foot in shock and delight. Even at this reduced size, she could feel the impact of her sandal striking the ground. After years of secretly desiring to crush things underfoot, here was her chance. She began walking, relishing the feeling of her cute little feet pulverizing whatever they touched.

Jake returned to the kitchen, paper and matches in hand. He froze at the sight of his sister prancing around, having the time of her life. He shook his head and began stacking the paper. He had to focus on fixing this.

Just then, they both heard their mother's car pull up outside. "JAKE! MARA!" Her voice boomed as she came inside. Jake scrambled to hide the evidence, shoving the matches under the couch. He had to get Mara out of sight too. "Mara, quick, hide under there!" He pointed frantically at a gap between the wall and fridge. Wide-eyed, Mara scurried to safety just as their mother entered the kitchen.

"Oh honey, I'm home!" she called cheerily, plopping down on a kitchen chair. The chair creaked under her substantial weight. Mara peeked out from her hiding spot and gasped. This close, she could see straight up her mother's skirt. She wore no panties and her lady garden was on full display. Mara gulped. She had an idea.

Slowly, carefully, she crept out from the gap, staying close to the wall. Her mother was rifling through her purse, oblivious. Mara tiptoed over to stand right behind her chair. The edge of the seat was level with Mara's chest at this size. Feeling daring, she placed both hands on the seat and began to climb up the smooth surface.

Her mother shifted and the seat rocked, nearly throwing Mara off. She clung on tight, silently praying not to be seen. Finally, she reached the top and peeked over. The view was incredible. Her mother's round, pale bottom filled her vision, the dark crevice of her ass cleavage right in front of her. Mara couldn't help herself. She placed one tiny foot on that warm, plush surface...and pressed down.

A gasp escaped her mother's lips. "What was that?" She reached back, but Mara was well hidden in the shadow of her rear. Emboldened, Mara began to explore, walking along the warm valley of her mother's backside. To her amazement, she could feel every step, every shift and movement. It was like her body was one big trampoline for her miniscule form. She bounced in delight, letting out a tiny laugh.

The laughter seemed to snap her mother out of her daze. She scrambled to her feet, Mara barely leaping free in time. "JAKE! What's going on here?" her mother demanded, snatching up her purse. Jake gaped at her, aghast at the realization his sister had been trampling their mother's behind. "Uh, I, uh..." He stammered.

But his mother was already storming out of the kitchen and up the stairs, skirt swishing. "I'm going to change, tell your father I'm not hungry for dinner!" The front door slammed behind her.

Mara emerged from behind the chair, brushing off her dress. "JAKE! We're in so much trouble!" Jake could only stare at her. "What the hell Mara, you were just...I can't even..." He gestured helplessly at the still quivering chair.

Mara smirked. "She didn't suspect a thing. And it was amazing, you have no idea!" She shivered at the memory. They stood in silence a moment, both lost in thought.

Finally, Jake spoke up. "Look Mara, I'm really, really sorry about the app. I never meant for this to happen." He knelt down to her level. Little Mara felt a pang at the apology. "I know Jakey, it's okay. I guess it's kind of exciting, in a weird way. We'll figure something out." She smiled reassuringly.

Jake returned her smile. "We will. I promise." The siblings shared a moment of understanding. Then Jake remembered the matches. "I was going to try starting a small fire, maybe that would change you back. What do you think?"

Mara perked up. "That's a great idea! Let me watch and see what happens." Jake retrieved the matches, handing one to his sister. She examined it with fascination, running it between her fingers. Even her little 6-inch self could feel the slight give and tickle of the red phosphorus tip.

"Okay, ready?" Jake struck the match against the box, holding it out. The bright yellow flame burst to life. Mara reached out one arm and brushed her fingertips against the dancing heat. She gasped at the intensity. Such a small thing, but so powerful at her size. An idea crept into her head. She glanced up at her brother's worried face. This could be her chance to finally indulge her darkest desires. The matches were like the perfect toy for her.

Her mind made up, she turned back to the flame, a new glint in her eye. "Jakey, watch this..." She touched the match to the edge of one sandal. The leather sizzled and began to melt. Mara giggled, bringing the match to the other shoe and doing the same. Soon she was barefoot, wiggling her toes in the warm puddles of gooey leather.

Jake gaped at her. "Mara, what are you doing? We need to get you back to normal! What about the fire?" Mara simply grinned, bending to scoop some of the melted shoe leather onto her fingers. She dangled her goo-covered hand over the small flame, letting rivulets of the liquid leather drip into the fire. It sputtered and popped, releasing a dark plume of smoke. Mara squealed in delight.

Jake watched, mouth agape, as his sister played and giggled in the smoke and ash, seemingly unaware of the danger. He knew then that whatever he did next would have to be strategic. His sister's crush fetish was in full swing and he would have to tread carefully to avoid becoming her next victim...