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Jenna fidgeted nervously with her phone, scrolling through the apps. Her boyfriend Kyle was fast asleep next to her, his rhythmic breathing the only sound in the quiet bedroom. She had been feeling restless all evening, unable to settle. Jenna's eyes landed on a peculiar app icon - "Shrink-o-matic". Intrigued, she clicked it open.

The instructions were simple enough. Point the camera at your target, tap the button, and watch as they shrink before your eyes to a mere inch tall. Jenna gulped. This was crazy, but also kind of exciting. She glanced over at Kyle's peacefully sleeping form, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Jenna rolled out of bed and crept over to Kyle. She held her phone over his chest, finger hovering over the icon. "One... two... three..." With an excited giggle, she tapped the screen.

Instantly, a blue glow enveloped Kyle's body. He began to shrivel and reduce in size, his limbs shortening, his torso compacting. Jenna watched in amazement as her boyfriend was miniaturized before her eyes, shrinking down and down until he was the size of an action figure laying on the mattress.

"Wow..." Jenna breathed. This was incredible. She reached a tentative finger out, gently plucking up the tiny Kyle. He was nude in his sleep, his manhood on full display at this scale. Jenna blushed as naughty thoughts crept into her mind.

Suddenly, Kyle's eyes fluttered open. He looked around in utter bewilderment. "J-Jenna? What's going on?" he squeaked in a high-pitched voice. Jenna couldn't help it - she burst out laughing at the sight of her shrunken boyfriend.

"I shrunk you!" she giggled, holding him up to her face. "Down to a little bug. Isn't it crazy?"

Kyle's face registered fear. "Put me back normal size," he pleaded. "Please Jenna!"

But Jenna was feeling too powerful, too in control. She had her man completely at her mercy, helpless to stop her. "Oh I don't know..." she purred, trailing a finger along his bare body. "I think I might like you better like this. My own little plaything."

Cradling the miniscule Kyle in her palm, Jenna crept to the bathroom. She had an idea. It was naughty, but she couldn't resist. Straddling the toilet, Jenna hiked up her nightie and positioned little Kyle directly under her womanhood.

Spread across her fingers, he had a perfect view up her skirt, all her most intimate places on lewd display. "Oh fuck yeah," Jenna panted, slowly gyrating her hips. She felt Kyle squirm in protest but easily held him in place. "I always knew you wanted to see up my skirt. Now you've got a front row seat to the main event!"

As Jenna ground herself on her hand, Kyle couldn't tear his eyes away from the erotic vision before him - the puffy lips of her vulva glistening with arousal, the swollen pink of her engorged clit. His cock stiffened traitorously, betraying his body's reaction.

Jenna gasped and moaned shamelessly, bringing herself to a shuddering climax. Kyle was forced to watch every second, his own miniaturized hardness throbbing needily. When she finished, he slumped over in spent relief... until Jenna addressed him.

"Oh we're not done yet, my little toy," she purred wickedly. "I'm going to visit my nurse friend and have some fun..."

Heart pounding, Kyle wriggled in her grip. He had no idea what Jenna had planned but he knew it couldn't be good. The feeling of her fingers closing around him again was terrifying.

Jenna made her way out of the apartment and down to her car, Kyle clutched in her fist. She drove across town to the nurse's house, barely able to contain her excitement. When the door opened, Kyle's sister Tiffany stood there in her scrubs.

"Hey girl!" Tiffany greeted with a hug. Inside, Jenna reluctantly set Kyle down on the table, eyeing the perilous drop to the floor. Tiffany noticed her nervousness. "Everything okay? You seem a little... distracted."

Jenna just shook her head with a secretive smile. "Oh I'm fine. Just... preoccupied." She slid onto the couch, hiking her skirt up around her waist. Tiffany eyebrows arched quizzically but she didn't comment, taking a seat.

The two women chatted and gossiped, Kyle laying in forgotten terror on the hard table. He knew he needed to run, but where could he possibly go? Then Jenna suddenly rose to her feet. "Oops, I just remembered, I brought you some of my homemade cookies! Let me go get them from the car."

Kyle's heart leapt. This was his chance! He scrambled to his feet and took off across the table, running for his life. But he was so small! The edge looked impossibly high. He'd never make it in time.

Suddenly, he heard a door open. Kyle looked back to see Tiffany standing there, a plate of cookies in her hands. She glanced down... and spotted him. Her eyes went wide with shock. "Oh my god, Kyle! What the hell?"

The nurse quickly set the plate down and bent over, looming like a giant over the miniscule man. "Don't move!" she hissed. Then, reaching a finger toward him, Tiffany lifted Kyle into the air. "Jenna shrank you!"

Kyle dangled from her fingertip, heart pounding. Tiffany's face was a mask of horror. "I... I can explain..." he stammered. But there was no time.

The floorboards creaked as Jenna came back inside, Tiffany hastily lowering her hand to conceal him. "Find everything okay?" she asked breezily.

"Yeah, no problem!" Tiffany replied, fighting to keep her voice steady as Kyle squirmed in her grip. "Thanks so much!"

Jenna smiled as she sat back down. "Anytime! Now, those cookies..."

But she never finished her sentence. Tiffany shifted to walk over, Kyle clutched in her fist... when her wooden clog slipped on the tile. "Whoa!" The nurse girl yelped as she pitched forward, arms flailing.

In her panic, Tiffany opened her hand. Kyle felt himself falling, plummeting toward the hard floor... but his descent was cut short as his body made sickening impact with the bottom of Tiffany's shoe. There was an instant of blinding pain... then nothing.

Tiffany righted herself, cheeks flushed. She looked down at the dark red smear on the bottom of her clog and the mangled, bloody remains of her brother. "Oh fuck," she whispered numbly.

Jenna had already seen. She leapt to her feet, hands flying to her mouth. "Holy shit! Is he...?"

Tiffany nodded mutely, unable to look away from the body stuck to her shoe. Kyle was dead. Crushed to a gory paste by his own sister's carelessness. The reality of it threatened to overwhelm her.

"We have to get rid of the body," Jenna said urgently, gripping her arm. "If anyone finds out, we're in deep shit. My shrink app, your accident... they'll arrest us for sure!"

Tiffany shook her head, trying to clear it. "Right. Okay. Let's just... let's go to your place. We'll figure this out."

The two young women hurriedly cleaned up the remains, wrapping what was left of Kyle in a plastic bag. Without a word, they fled the house, leaving the macabre scene behind them.

In a daze, they made their way back to Jenna's apartment, supporting each other. What had they done? How had it gone this far? The body bag felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in Jenna's hands. She thought of her boyfriend shrunk to the size and crushed... The reality made her stomach turn.

But there was no going back now. They had to cover this up, no matter what it took. The two women sat on the couch, the bag sitting ominously between them. They knew their lives would never be the same.

Jenna finally spoke, voice quavering. "We have to destroy the body. Thoroughly. And the phone with the app... Christ, we have to wipe it clean."

Tiffany nodded shakily. "Okay. Okay. But... how? Where? How do we even..."

"We'll figure it out," Jenna said firmly, taking her hand. "Together. We're in this now, Tiff. For the rest of our lives. Sisters... in something far, far worse than blood."