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It was a typical day at Sunnyvale High School. The students were chatting, texting and preparing for another mind-numbing day of classes. But 17-year-old Vivica had other plans in mind. The sexy and shrewd teen had recently discovered a mysterious app that could shrink people down to the size of insects with just a few taps. And she was eager to test it out.

Vivica's eyes scanned the crowded hallway, searching for the perfect subjects. She spotted them - her crushes Josh and Mark, the star football players. Oh how she longed to grope and tease those muscular bodies! The app could make that so much easier.

As the boys approached their lockers, Vivica activated the shrink ray. In an instant, they were reduced to no more than 2 inches tall, writhing on the floor in confusion. Vivica giggled with glee as she scooped up the tiny football stars and deposited them into her purse.

Throughout the day, Vivica grabbed a few other classmates - annoying jocks, nerdy tech-heads, even a shy foreign exchange student who reminded her of a bug. Her purse was soon wriggling with the tiny shrunken men. And she couldn't wait to get home and have some fun.

When the final bell rang, Vivica rushed home, eager to torment her miniaturized captives. She deposited them on her bedroom carpet and loomed over them with an evil grin. But just as the games were about to begin, Vivica heard a familiar click-clack sound coming up the stairs.

"Vivica, I'm home!" her mother called out. Vivica looked around in a panic. The tiny men were still wriggling on the floor!

"Hurry, under the bed!" Vivica commanded, trying to herd the inch-high boys to safety. But it was too late. Her mother, wearing her favorite high-heeled wooden clogs, strode into the room.

"Ooh, I'm so tired," Vivica's mother sighed. She kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the bed for a rest. The miniaturized boys barely had time to scream as the clogs came down, caving in their small bodies. POP! POP! POP!

Vivica grimaced at the gruesome sight. Her mother, blissfully unaware, fanned herself and called out over her shoulder.

"Vivica, did you take out the trash? It smells like something died in here!"

As if on cue, Vivica noticed a small camera had fallen from her jeans pocket, its lens pointing ominously at the carnage. It had been recording the whole time! And the wifi light was blinking... the footage had already uploaded to YouTube!

"Uh, I'll take care of it Mom!" Vivica called out, hastily deleting the video and snatching up the camera. Crisis averted.

But one thing was for sure - Vivica was NEVER using that app again. Being a teenage girl with a crush fetish was all fun and games until someone got hurt. Or in this case, smashed to death by a wood-heeled shoe. She shuddered at the memory. No, she would just have to find a new outlet for her cravings. Maybe she could try ASMR or something.

Vivica sighed and gathered up the remaining survivors, dropping them unceremoniously back outside the school gates. The tiny men struggled to their feet, barely conscious. But they would live. This time.

As Vivica made her way back to class, prepared to act like it had all been a bad dream, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The app was still out there somewhere, waiting to be used. And she had a feeling trouble was only a tap away...