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Son was home alone on a Saturday afternoon, bored and looking for something to do. Feeling restless, he downloaded and installed an app on his phone called Shrink. Out of curiosity, he opened it. What it did was shrink the user down to insect size. Shaking his head, he thought, "This is ridiculous. Pathetic marketing stunt." But the lure of the forbidden was too tempting to resist entirely. He swiped to install.

Son's phone buzzed. The app was ready. With a shrug, he snapped a selfie. Then a flash. Then everything went black.

Son awoke on the floor, realizing two things at once - the app had worked, and the room looked... enormous. Towering bookshelves reached to the sky. Furniture was the size of buildings. Son was now only an inch tall. He was naked.

Trying to keep his cool, Son searched for clothes to cover himself, but found none. His mind raced. He had to inform his family of this situation before it got out of hand. He covertly made his way to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Son's BBW mother had just finished a shower. She slipped on a floral maxi dress and her favorite kitchen high heels - black platform sandals with no backs, perfect for cooking. She loved the way they made her feel, like a sexy housewife. But unbeknownst to her, they were about to become something else entirely.

Son reached the kitchen. He saw his mother's giant, sandaled foot approaching the counter. He had to act fast.

"Mother! Down here! Help me!" His tiny voice rang out.

But she didn't hear. She was too absorbed in thoughts of her book club, which met later. Absent-mindedly, she stepped on a small, barely visible speck on the floor.

The pressure was immediate and immense. Son's minuscule body was crushed in an instant by her careless footfall. His bones shattered like toothpicks. His organs burst like water balloons. He died before he could even cry out.

His mother felt something grind beneath her heel, but paid it no mind, assuming she had just stepped on a grape or plum.

Chuckling to herself, she turned her mind to recipes for her meeting. Her foot twisted and mashed, smearing Son's once vibrant body fluids across the linoleum. Not noticing, she ground her heel down and back, relishing the feeling of the sticky floor.

She continued preparing for her club, stepping, twisting, stretching, and churning his remains into the floor. For her, it was just another step, as innocuous as all the others. But for tiny Son, there was no escape from her unintended footfalls.

By the time the undersides of her sandals were glistening with what had once been her son's life, she knew she would need to mop soon. Smiling at the thought of her club's praises for her baking, she wiped the majority of his blood off on a dish rag.

As she finished tidying the kitchen, her book club arrived. They mingled and chatted, before finally noticing the deep red stain she'd missed by the counter.

"Oh my gosh, is that blood? What happened?" one asked.

"Oh, no, that? I just..." She paused, seeing it now. Her mind raced. "I just dropped some jam. Yes, making a cake later. Dropped my jam. No worries!" she laughed awkwardly.

Her friends, none the wiser, changed the subject and the evening continued as normal. Her secret remained safe. And the tiny bit of Son left on the bottom of her sandy heels would remain there, no one ever knowing he was crushed to death by his crush-loving mother's high heel sandals.

But Mother had no idea that as she ground her son into the floor that evening, she was also creating a new fetish inside herself. The feeling of his tiny bones crunching between her toes, the slick slide of his pulped body parts under her soles, the delicious weight of his flattened remains, now part of her - it filled her with a twisted excitement.

As she stepped over his stain later, she could only think of one thing - doing it again. And again and again and again. She would find more tiny boys to step on. Now that she had a taste, she needed more. And so her descent into her new, dark fetish began.

She knew it was wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong. But oh, how it made her toes curl. And she would do anything to feel that feeling again. Anything at all.