HGlock SM/SW - The Real Revenge.pdf (2025)

It was a wild Saturday night and the neighborhood bar was hopping with activity. College students, young professionals, and a few salty old-timers mingled with clinking glasses and raucous laughter, mixing and mingling over pitchers of cheap beer.

Meanwhile, in her modest bungalow on the outskirts of town, 35-year-old divorcee' Brenda was home alone, sipping Chardonnay and listening to old records. The 250 lb curvy mother of two teens often spent weekends this way - drinking, reminiscing, and plotting her revenge against the human race that had wronged her.

Brenda's ex-husband had left her five years prior for a skinnier, younger woman. After that, she threw herself into raising her kids and working her low-paying job, but a smoldering anger still simmered deep inside her.

Her fascination with crushing began slowly, sparked by a video she'd found online. Watching ants, spiders, and insects get squashed by female feet filled her with a dark thrill she'd never known before. Over time, her interest grew into a consuming fetish. If only those tiny, insignificant creatures were actual men squirming under a woman's merciless soles...

Deep down, Brenda knew it was wrong, but the fantasy took root. Maybe it was because she felt like a bug herself, small and powerless. Maybe it was pure schadenfreude. She didn't question it too closely. Alone at night, she'd imagine herself as a cruel goddess, stomping and smearing pathetic men.

"A world where I'm in control," she mumbled, refilling her wine glass and turning up the music. "Teaching all you little shits a lesson."

Suddenly, the lights flickered and popped. The house plunged into darkness. Brenda froze, her heart pounding. Then a strange glow emanated from her bedroom closet...

Tentatively, she pushed aside her hanging dresses and boxes of junk. There, in the back, rested a bizarre-looking metal contraption with flashing buttons. It almost looked like something out of a sci-fi film. She picked it up with a trembling hand.

"Property of the 'Quantum Physics Department' it read. 'Shrinking Ray. Caution: Experimental.'"

Brenda's heart raced. Could this be real? Was it possible? Hardly daring to breathe, she took the device and strode outside to the back yard. She pointed it at a cricket and pulled the trigger. ZAP! The chirping creature vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Holy fuck," she whispered. It worked! She actually had the power to shrink things down to the size of a goddamn roach. Her head spun at the possibilities...

At that hour, a few blocks away, the bar was closing. Hooting and hollering, the last of the late-night drunks stumbled into the empty street. Brenda slipped inside, shrinking ray in hand. The device made short work of the rowdy crowd - ZAP, ZAP, ZAP! In seconds, the dozen men and women had transformed into tiny, bug-sized figures, running for cover in fear.

Brenda gathered them up in a bucket and took them home, giddy with excitement. She poured the miniature humans onto her kitchen tile and slowly, deliberately, slipped off her clogs.

"Time for your lesson in manners, little man-things," she purred. Raising a stocking-clad foot, she brought her sole down on a squirming man in a polo shirt. He shrieked in terror before being reduced to a smear.

Next, she caught a woman in a glittery top trying to flee. SMASH! The sole of her clog came down like the fist of a vengeful god, flattening the tiny female into a red stain on the linoleum.

One by one, she stomped the terrified "bug-men" into bloody smears, cursing her ex-husband's name. "This is for the divorce, this for the child support, this for the new wife!" SMASH, SMASH, SQUISH! Soon, the floor was splattered like a Pollock painting.

Flushed and panting, Brenda surveyed her work, feeling powerful for the first time in years. She'd need to hide the evidence, but the rush of domination and revenge was intoxicating. She would use the shrinking ray again...and again...and again...

But that, my friend, is a story for another time. For now, let's just say a new chapter had begun for the once meek mother of two. And the men of the town would come to fear the wrath of a woman wronged.