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Amelia grins as she watches her boyfriend Mark shrink down to the size of an ant on her bedroom floor. The experimental shrinking app had worked perfectly!

"Hey there tiny boy," Amelia coos. "I'm going to have so much fun with you!"

Just then, the front door slams open. Amelia's mother Wanda waddles into the house, her immense bulk jiggling with each heavy step.

"Where's my baby girl?" Wanda calls out in her nasally voice.

Amelia quickly scoops up miniaturized Mark and hides him in her bra. "I'm up here, Mom! Come on up."

Moments later, Wanda's thumping footsteps shake the stairs as she climbs up, her big butt cheeks bouncing with each labored step.

When she reaches Amelia's room, Wanda is sweating and panting. She wipes her damp brow and pulls her tight mini skirt down over her massive pale thighs.

"Phew, I'm beat," Wanda huffs, plopping her tremendous weight onto Amelia's bed. The mattress springs groan under the impact.

Wanda kicks off her high-heeled wooden clogs with relief. Her bare feet sink into the carpet. "Ooh, my dogs are killin' me," she says with a groan.

That's when Wanda feels something squish beneath her sole. She lifts her foot to see a tiny red smear. A little shriveled up body.

"What in tarnation..." Wanda grunts. "Amelie, what's this? You got a dead bug in here?"

Amelia peeks out from behind her mom's bulk, trying to see. Her eyes go wide. Oh no, it IS Mark! Her shrinking app must have worn off!

"I don't know Mom, maybe it came in with you?" Amelia fibs nervously.

Wanda turns to look at her daughter, her baggy butt crunching against her back. "Well, don't matter I guess. I squished it real good!"

Amelia bites her lip, nostrils flaring. She tries to stay calm. "Yeah Mom, good job. Hey why don't you go rest your feet in the living room? I'll clean this up."

"Oh that sounds nice sweetie," Wanda agrees. She heaves her weight off the bed with a grunt, her saggy udders swaying.

As Wanda waddles out, Amelia finally gets a good look. There's a small red smear on the carpet... and part of Mark's head, crushed under her mom's heel. Amelia feels a little sick. But it's not like she meant for it to happen!

She grabs some paper towels and starts messily wiping up the bloody smear, trying to avoid thinking about poor squished Mark. Her mom may be a hulking, murderous oaf... but the girl's gotta live with the old bag. Might as well keep on her good side.

Amelia takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. Then she heads downstairs to fetch her mom a nice glass of sweet tea, as thanks for taking care of her "bug" problem.