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It was just another day at Crestview High. The usual chatter and laughter of hundreds of students filled the hallways as classes changed. Little did they know, but their world was about to be turned upside down.

Sitting in his usual seat in the back of Mrs. Johnson's history class, 19-year-old Zack smiled to himself. No one else knew his dark secret - he was in possession of an incredible app that could shrink anyone down to the size of an insect with a single tap of his smartphone screen. It was his most prized possession.

Zack had already used it to shrink a handful of bullies, watching with sadistic glee as they scurried around in fear, powerless against his towering form. But today, he wanted more. As Mrs. Johnson droned on about some boring historical battle, Zack's eyes roamed over the room, his app at the ready. One by one, he selected his classmates, watching in delight as they shrank down before his eyes, their confused cries of alarm Turning into high-pitched squeaks.

Soon, two dozen tiny figures were running for cover under desks and between chair legs. Zack smirked, getting an idea. With a few more taps, he shrunk Mrs. Johnson herself, the buxom 40-something teacher halting mid-sentence as she miniaturized, her legs disappearing beneath her skirt. Her pearl necklace now looked like a heavy chain around her tiny body.

Rising to his full 6'2" height, Zack towered over his classroom of helpless prey. He unbuttoned his tight jeans, letting his huge bulge strain against his zipper. "Time for some fun," he said darkly. The tiny figures cowered before him.

Just then, the school principal, Mr. Stevens, burst into the room. "What's going on here?!" he thundered. But before he could do anything, Zack had already tapped his screen, shrinking the balding, portly man to the size of a mouse as well. Stevens let out a squeak of shock as he found himself three inches tall on the floor.

Zack had his rape victims now. He glanced between his miniscule classmates and the principal, debating who to play with first. Mrs. Johnson, being the oldest and curviest, drew his eye. Her tiny body was squeezed into a too-small blouse and pencil skirt. "C'mere, teach," Zack growled, scooping up the trembling woman. He brought her up to his crotch, rubbing her against his massive, throbbing bulge. Mrs. Johnson squealed in terror, beating her tiny fists against his jeans. "Mmm, you feel that, bitch? That's what you've been missing, isn't it?" Zack mocked.

Lifting her higher, he peeled back his zipper, pulling out his 12-inch cock. The giant shaft eclipsed Mrs. Johnson's tiny body. "Open wide, slut," Zack ordered, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips. Whimpering, Mrs. Johnson did as she was told, taking the head into her mouth. Zack groaned, pushing forward to slide his cock deeper into her throat. "Fuck yeah, just like that..." he panted, holding the teacher in place as he started to face fuck her. Herandler mashed her tits against his crotch as he humped her face.

On the floor below, the other shrunken students could only watch in horror as Zack brutally used Mrs. Johnson's mouth. The principal looked away, blushing at the sight of his employee servicing a student's cock. The boys all shifted uncomfortably, their own tiny penises stiffening at the erotic display despite themselves.

After long minutes, Zack pulled Mrs. Johnson off his cock with a gasp. A strand of precum stretched from her gasping mouth to his fat cockhead. "Nngh, I'm close," he grunted, stroking himself furiously. "Where do you want it, slut? Do you want me to cum all over your slutty body?" Mrs. Johnson just whimpered and shook her head weakly. With a guttural moan, Zack started to cum, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick ropes of jizz splattered across the teacher's horrified face, drenching her in his seed. He pumped load after load from his balls, more than enough to drown the tiny woman. When he finally finished, Mrs. Johnson was barely visible, lost in a huge puddle of cum.

Zack tossed her aside carelessly. The battered, cum-soaked figure landed in a heap on the floor. He glanced down at the other shrunken figures - his classmates were all stroking their dicks, unable to resist the intensely erotic situations. Even the principal had pulled out his tiny hose, fapping away. "Perverts," Zack sneered. "You all like watching me use that bitch?"

Grabbing the principal, he brought the tiny man up to his cock, smearing Stevens' body in his leftover cum. "You're next, fucker. I'm gonna wreck your ass." The principal could only squeal in fear as Zack flipped him over, bringing the tapered tip of his cock to rest against Stevens' tiny puckered hole. "Say 'thank you, Zack' before I wreck you," he ordered. "Thank you, Zack!" the principal sobbed. Grinning evilly, Zack started to push forward, his huge cockhead popping past Stevens' tight rim. The principal howled as inch after inch of cock splitting him open, stretching him impossibly wide around Zack's girth.

Finally, when Stevens was fully impaled on his cock, Zack started to move, rocking his hips and sawing his cock in and out of the principal's tiny body. "Fuck yeah, take it, you little bitch," he grunted, pistoning faster. Stevens could only hang on, his tiny cock spurting again and again as Zack's cock violated him. "Nngh, gonna...gonna cum!" the principal gasped. "Do it, cum for me like a good bitch!" Zack ordered. The principal came with a scream, his tiny cock pulsing as he spurted again and again. His orgasm triggered Zack's own climax. With a roar, the teenager pumped Stevens full of his seed, flooding the principal's guts with his thick load. He held Stevens in place, grinding his hips as he pumped the last few drops into the man.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet squelch, a torrent of cum gushing from Stevens' gaping, ruined hole. Tossing the principal aside, Zack looked around at the other shrunken figures. They were all staring up at him, a mix of fear and awe on their faces. "I'm not done with you yet," Zack growled, palming his huge, cum-slick cock. "I'm gonna use every single one of you. You're all mine now, my tiny little fucks."

Just then, the sound of the bell rang out, signaling the end of class. "Shit, mom's gonna be home any minute," Zack swore. He glanced down at his pathetic shrunken victims. An idea formed. Clutching his phone, he tapped on his app, selecting each of the figures in turn. But this time, he didn't tap the "shrink" button. He tapped the "move" button, teleporting them all to the entryway of his house. "Have fun," he chuckled darkly as they disappeared in flashes of light.

Moments later, Zack heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" his mother called out. "In here, mom," Zack replied casually, not looking up from his phone as he adjusted his cum-soaked cock. His mother walked into the room, halting in shock at the sight of the dozens of tiny figures scurrying across the entryway floor.

"Oh my god, Zack! What...what is this?!" she gasped, her eyes wide. She was wearing a short sundress and strappy high heels, her long legs on full display. "It's just a little experiment, mom," Zack said coolly. "A science project."

His mother looked unconvinced but she didn't push the issue further. Instead, she picked her way across the room, trying to avoid the tiny figures. But it was hard - they were everywhere. Suddenly, she let out a little "eep" as her stiletto heel came down on something soft. Looking down, she saw the flattened remains of one of Zack's classmates. "Oh no!" she gasped.

But it was too late. Her heel had already crushed half a dozen of the shrunken figures, painting the floor with their blood. The rest started to scatter in panic, trying to get away from her deadly feet. Zack just watched, a dark smile on his face. His mother was about to learn the true extent of his power.

She took another step, her heel crunching down on a cluster of boys. They had been huddled together for safety but it hadn't done them any good. Zack's mother halted, frozen in shock as she realized what she'd just done. "Zack...oh my god..." she breathed.

But then her eyes fell on Mr. Stevens, the principal, and her expression hardened. "That pervert," she growled. "I should have known." So saying, she brought her other foot down, her heel smashing into Stevens' prone form. The tiny principal's body erupted in a spray of blood, his life snuffed out instantly. Zack's mother ground her sole back and forth, making sure he was well and truly dead.

Zack laughed as he watched his mother crush the tiny principal into a stain on the floor. She was learning her role in his new world already. "You've still got a lot to learn, mom," he said darkly. "But don't worry. I'll teach you everything I know."

Unaware of the danger they were in, the remaining shrunken figures kept running, trying to find a place to hide. But there was nowhere safe. Zack's mother's heels seemed to be everywhere, each step crushing more of the helpless figures. Blood and gore splattered her legs but she paid it no mind, focused on her grim task.

It only took a few minutes for Zack's mother to hunt down and kill every last one of the shrunken people. When she was finished, she stood in the middle of a room awash in blood, surrounded by the tiny corpses of her son's classmates and friends. She turned to Zack, her face grim.

"I'm not going to ask how you did this, son," she said coldly. "I'm not going to ask why. The only thing that matters is that from now on, you do exactly as I say. You're mine now, understand? I own you, body and soul."

Zack looked up at his mother, his eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew that his life had just changed forever. He was no longer the master of his own destiny.

"Yes, Mother," he said simply, using the title she preferred. It was a name that promised both punishment and pleasure. "I understand."

His mother nodded, a cruel smile on her face. "Good. Now let's go upstairs. It's time for your first lesson."

So saying, she turned on her heel, her dress riding up to reveal that she wore nothing underneath. Zack followed obediently behind, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of what his new life would entail.

One thing was for certain - he would never be bored again.