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Sandra had never gotten along well with her step-brother Tom. The two had been at odds ever since their parents got married a few years ago. Sandra was a spoiled rich girl used to getting her way, while Tom was a nerdy pothead who spent all his time gaming and smoking weed. They had little in common besides sharing a bathroom.

One day while Sandra was primping in front of the mirror, applying her makeup, Tom shuffled in with a sheepish look, needing to use the toilet. "Hurry up, I gotta piss!" he grumbled, glancing at Sandra's short tight dress barely covering her butt cheeks.

Sandra rolled her eyes. "Chill, you little dweeb. Maybe I need to fart all over you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She stuck out her tongue and used her heel to press down on Tom's foot, grinding it under her black wooden stiletto pump. He yelped and jumped back.

"Whatever, you're such a bitch," Tom said, unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna wizz on your stupid makeup." He aimed his dick over Sandra's cosmetics laid out on the counter and started peeing all over them.

"Aaahh! What the fuck?!" Sandra shrieked, trying to swipe her makeup out of the way of the yellow stream. "You little freak! I'm gonna get you back so bad..."

Suddenly, a poof explosion shook the bathroom. A strange pink vapor filled the air for a moment before dissipating. Sandra and Tom stared at each other in shock, wondering what the hell that was.

Then Sandra noticed Tom was shrinking! He was rapidly getting smaller, his clothes ripping as he tried to cover himself, now down to a few inches tall in just a second. "Oh my god, what's happening?!" tiny Tom cried out in a squeaky voice, cowering on the tile floor.

"Guess you shrank yourself, runt!" Sandra sneered, looking down at him. She lifted her foot and brought the fat heel of her pump down on him, squishing him like a bug under her shoe. A tiny wet squelch sounded as he popped like a grape.

"Holy shit, I killed him," Sandra breathed, feeling a dark thrill. She wiggled her toes, feeling the tiny smear of blood and guts. An idea crept into her mind. Maybe she could get away with this. She had a secret crush fetish and was always attracted to tiny shrunken men. This was an incredible gift!

She knelt down and used her fingers to fish out Tom's remains from under her shoe. Carefully, she picked up his bloody body, noting the sides of his head had been crushed, with bits of brain leaking out his ears. His legs and arms were bent at unnatural angles. She couldn't help but grin.

Sandra brought the messy body to her mouth and began licking him, cleaning up the blood until he was pink and clean. She popped him into her mouth, savoring the taste and texture of her step-brother. He was like a tasty mini morsel. She crunched down and gulped, feeling him slide down her throat.

"Mmm, you're not bad," she purred. "I think I'll snack on more of you little guys."

But she didn't know there were scores more of him out there, scattered around the bathroom. The same pink explosion had downsized all of Tom's gamer buddies from his room. A whole army of pathetic tiny men, all crushed and exploded from her unaware footsteps.

Sandra wagged a finger at the gore. "Such stupid males, getting in my way. I'm in such a naughty mood now..." She grinned, a wicked idea forming.

She slipped out of her heels and sat on the toilet, hiking up her dress to access her bare ass and pussy, which she spread out with her thumbs. "I've been holding this in all day," she sighed.

Sandra bore down hard and a massive fart exploded out of her, a wet shart splattering the tiny men below. "Take that, my little bitches!" she cackled gleefully, leaning forward into a squat. Her juicy ass and hairless pussy were inches from their faces, ejecting a loud ripper.

FrrrrrRT! BBRRRAAAPP!!! The massive gusts of wind from her ass shot out and sent the tiny men tumbling and flipping across the tile, many getting stuck in the puddle of shart she sprayed out. The few who remained mobile ran screaming from the stink bomb.

Sandra stood up and used some TP to wipe her messy ass. She flushed the evidence and washed her hands, thinking where to dispose of her shrunken prey. Maybe she'd hide them in her dollhouse until she got hungry again.

With a devious smirk, she exited the bathroom, leaving behind a scene of devastation and death, accomplished while she merely went about her regular morning routine. Sandra loved being a powerful woman.