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Chloe was a smoking hot 17-year-old blonde with a secret obsession for vore and crush. She was constantly bullied by her classmates at school, who called her a "stuck-up bitch" and a "prude" for never putting out. But they had no idea the power Chloe held in the palm of her hand.

That day at lunch, Chloe's bullies surrounded her table, calling her names. But she just smiled wickedly, pulled out her phone, and opened an app. A green glow enveloped the small group and they began to shrink rapidly, their screams rising in pitch as they dwindled down to the size of ants!

Chloe scooped up the tiny boys and deposited them into a jar, which she then stuffed into her designer purse. At the end of the school day, she took the bus home, the jar clinking as the terrified tiny boys jostled inside.

When Chloe got home, her BBW mother Tammy was just returning from her job as a secretary. Without looking, Tammy kicked off her red high heeled wooden clog sandals on the entryway rug. A terrible crunching and squelching sound rang out, followed by bloodcurdling screams as the sole of Tammy's sandal pulverized a few of the boys into red paste.

"Oops! So clumsy of me," Tammy giggled, not even glancing down at the carnage she'd wrought. Her eyes glinted with cruel amusement. Chloe knew her mom had always had a dark side, but she never imagined she shared her own urges!

"Mom... you just killed some of the tiny boys I brought home," Chloe said neutrally, watching her mother's expression.

Tammy's eyes widened as she looked into the jar and saw the remaining minuscule boys cowering inside. "Well well! Looks like someone's been a naughty girl!" she said with a smirk. "I always knew you were a little freak, just like your mama. They're perfectly bite-sized!"

Chloe set the jar down on the coffee table, a thrill running through her at her mother's words. "Want to help me play with them, mom?" she asked coyly.

Tammy bit her plump lower lip. "I thought you'd never ask, babygirl! Now, let's get comfy and have some fun with these tasty little morsels. And there's a camera on the floor too - we can make a nice video for YouTube."

Hand in hand, mother and daughter plopped down on the couch, the jar of helpless shrunken boys between them, and began their dark games, unaware that a candid camera recorded every squirming, screaming detail to be posted later online without their knowledge.