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It was a bright sunny day at Sunnydale High. Damien, the handsome and evil 16-year-old boy, was sitting at his desk, grinning mischievously as he watched his classmates file into the room. You see, Damien had gotten his hands on a very special app - one that allowed him to shrink anyone he wanted down to a mere bug-sized morsel, at the tap of his phone screen!

For weeks now, Damien had been secretly shrinking boys and even a few sexy male teachers and parents when he got the chance. He'd hide them in his pocket, then take them out later and make them worship his huge feet and hairy teen legs, forcing them to pleasure themselves as he laughed and teased them. The ultimate power trip!

Damien's ADHD-addled mind was already wandering to thoughts of his next victim when the bell rang, signaling the start of class. Time to focus...at least on the surface. Damien had an excellent poker face.

The day dragged on, but finally the final bell rang and the students began filing out. Damien hung back, waiting for a private moment with the cute new student, Trey. The opportunity came when Trey stopped to tie his shoe. Damien snuck up behind him and tapped the app. "Mmph!!"

Trey found himself suddenly shrinking down, people and objects growing enormous around him! "W-where am I??" He squeaked, his tiny body trembling in fear.

Damien scooped him up with a smirk. "Right where I want you, bug boy. Let's head home so I can really have some fun with you!" He shoved the terrified mini-Trey into his pocket.

The trip home was uneventful, save for Damien making crude jokes and groping Trey every now and then, eliciting muffled squeaks from the pocket. Finally, Damien arrived at his house.

"Yo mom, I'm home!" He called, kicking off his flip flops and wiggling his toes. He loved going bearfoot at home.

Damien's mom, Tiffany, emerged from the kitchen in her work outfit - a tight black pencil skirt and a low cut white blouse showing off her abundant cleavage. Her feet were clad in towering stiletto mules.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She asked, bending down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This caused her huge breasts to dangle right in Damien's face. He gulped, feeling a familiar stirring in his shorts.

"It was good, mom. I'm gonna head to my room to chill for a bit though." Damien gave her a sly wink.

"Okay honey, you know where to find me if you need anything!" Tiffany turned and sauntered back to the kitchen, her shapely rump swaying hypnotically.

Damien palmed the bulge in his shorts as he watched her go. "Mmm, I'm so lucky to have such a hot mom..." He whispered, before hurrying up to his room.

Once inside, Damien locked the door and pulled out his latest shrunken toy. "Time to play, little man!"

Trey cowered in fear as Damien's enormous hands reached for him. Damien just laughed and shoved him into his shorts, letting him wriggle against the confines of his underwear. "Mmm yeah, worship that teen boy bulge, bug!"

Damien flopped onto his bed and began groping himself, rubbing the whimpering Trey into his crotch. "Ah fuck, this feels so good..."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Damien honey, can I come in?" It was his mom.

"N-no, mom! I'm kind of busy!" Damien stammered, pulling his hands out of his pants.

"Oh...okay sweetie. I just wanted to check on you." Tiffany said. "I'm going to vacuum the living room now."

Damien breathed a sigh of relief. That was close! He resumed teasing himself with the tiny Trey, making him pleasure his most intimate parts...

Downstairs, Tiffany kicked off her high heels with a sigh and got out the vacuum. She was about to start cleaning when a tiny cry caught her attention.

"Help! Someone help!" It was coming from under the coffee table. Tiffany looked closer and gasped. There were several miniscule men, naked and quivering in terror!

"Goodness, what happened to you poor little things?" She cooed, reaching under to scoop them up. They trembled in her hands, their eyes wide with fear.

Tiffany felt a wicked idea forming. She set the vacuum aside and plopped down on the couch, arranging the bug-sized men across the tight fabric of her skirt, like little toys. They buzzed and squeaked in panic as she ground them into the material with her fingers.

"Yes, squirm for me you tiny sluts! Mmm, I can feel you wriggling..." Tiffany purred, hiking up her skirt to give them better access to her barely-covered mound. "You're going to worship this giant pussy whether you like it or not!"

The miniscule victims had no choice but to pleasure Tiffany's most intimate areas as she rubbed them into her dampening panties. Some of the braver ones tried to escape, but Tiffany's fingers were too quick. She snatched them up and shoved them under her skirt, burying them in her cleavage and forcing them to serviced her heaving breasts.

"Ooh don't stop now, you little perverts! Ahhh fuck!" Tiffany was getting into it now, gyrating her wide hips as she ground the helpless men into her sex. Her knees trembled as the first waves of pleasure crested through her body.

Just then, Damien's door burst open. "Moooom! What the hell??"

Tiffany froze, a look of shock on her face. She was still seated on the couch, skirt hiked up, cleavage heaving, with tiny figures clings to her most intimate areas. She quickly dropped her skirt to cover herself.

"I-I was just, uh...trying something new! Don't you dare judge me young man!" Tiffany snapped, trying to regain some composure.

Damien just stared at her open-mouthed, his bulging shorts momentarily forgotten. "Holy shit mom...", was all he could manage.

Tiffany stood up abruptly, sending the tiny men scattering across the carpet. "I don't want to hear another word! Just get out of my sight!"

Damien didn't have to be told twice. He turned and fled back to his room, slamming the door. His mind was reeling - his own mother was into this stuff too?!

Damien collapsed onto his bed, Trey still squirming in his shorts from earlier. His head was spinning. He needed a moment to process all this.

But then the sound of his mom's voice cut through his thoughts. "Damien! Get down here this instant!"

He gulped. Looks like he'd have to deal with her sooner rather than later. Damien sighed and headed to the stairs, with a whimpering Trey still stashed in his shorts. He had a feeling this conversation was not going to be pleasant...