Darla's Steps.pdf - BUY STORY!

It was a typical day at Oakwood High School for 16-year-old Tiffany. The petite brunette had always beenknown around campus for her striking beauty and fiery personality to match. But beneath her flawless facade, Tiffany harbored a dark secret - a deep hatred for the clique of popular jocks and cheerleaders who made her life miserable with their constant bullying and belittlement.

Tiffany had found an escape though, an app on her phone called "The Shrinker" that gave her the power to miniaturize people down to tiny insect size. At first, guilt had stayed her hand, but the bullies' cruelty eventually became too much to bear. One by one, Tiffany began secretly shrinking them, delighting in seeing the arrogant jocks and catty cheerleaders reduced to pitiful little bugs at her mercy.

By that Friday afternoon, Tiffany's collection of shrunken bullies had grown to nearly a dozen, each one trapped in a plastic container and brought home with her on the bus. She revelled in teasing and tormenting them, watching their struggles and screams of terror. Tiffany admitted to herself she was getting off on having total control and power over the people who had tormented her for so long.

As Tiffany was running through her usual "welcome home" routine of dangling the tiny victims over spiders and ants, she heard the front door swing open. "Hello sweetie, I'm home!" called out her mother Darla. The 300 pound plus woman ambled into the house, her size 13 red high-heeled wooden clogs clomping heavily with each step. Unbeknownst to Tiffany, the candid camera app on her phone was still recording, capturing everything.

"Mom's home, you little shits," Tiffany muttered, quickly stashing the containers of minituarized bullies. She hadn't quite made it back to the couch when Darla appeared in the doorway. "Honey I'm- oh my god!" Darla shrieked, seeing the tiny figures writhing on the carpet. Not realizing what she was looking at, the plus-sized woman clumsily lurched into the room, her massive bulk jiggling.

CRUNCH. Darla's first step came down squarely on one of the shrunken jocks. The teen's body burst like a grape under her considerable weight. "What the fuck?!" Darla gasped, nearly losing her balance. She teetered for a moment, arms flailing, before the second clog came down, utterly demolishing another minituarized victim. Greasy smears and twitching limbs were left in her socked foot's wake.

"Mom, stop! Oh no, no, NO!" Tiffany wailed, but it was too late. Darla's maternal instincts kicked in and she stomped the intruders with abandon, her ass and huge tits jiggling wildly as she rampaged through her living room. CRUNCH, CRUNCH, SQUISH! With each mortal stomp, the candid camera app captured every glorious detail.

"Mommy's sorry baby," Darla cooed when she finished, crushing the last tiny figure, "Mommy thought bugs were in the house is all." Tiffany just stood there gaping, her secret irrevocably exposed.

Darla turned to her and gasped, "Baby you're... you're shrinking people! Ohhh honey, you have a crush fetish just like Mommy!" A slow grin spread across the plump woman's face. She bent down, her gigantic ass bloating out the back of her capri pants, and scooped up a glob of minituarized gore, popping it into her mouth. "Mmmm so yummy! We're going to have so much fun together baby girl!"