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It was a hot summer day and Jessica was lounging around her bedroom in just a thin white tank top and skimpy shorts. Her little brother Tommy was over playing with his model cars on the hardwood floor.

Jess had always been into the fetish scene and one of her favorites was "crush" videos - sexy girls in high heels stepping on tiny toys or bugs. It really turned her on. She had a pair of wooden platform clogs that she loved to wear, imagining how hot it would look if she had a tiny person to crush under them instead.

Just then, Tommy's phone buzzed. "Dude check this out," he said, handing it to his big sis. On the screen was an app called "Shrink-o-matic" that claimed it could actually miniaturize people down to doll-size. "I'm serious, I just did it to myself! You gotta feel how small I am!"

Jess took the phone and could barely feel her brother's tiny form sliding around in her palm. Holy shit, it was real! Her mind immediately started racing with all the possibilities. She quickly downloaded the app herself before handing the phone back to Tommy.

"Hey bro, you wanna play a game?" she asked with a mischievous grin. Before he could answer, she activated the app on herself. In an instant, the room seemed to stretch up around her as she shrank down to Tommy's tiny size.

"Whoa! It worked!" she squealed in delight, marveling at the huge world around her now. She spotted Tommy's clog sandals sitting by her desk and knew exactly what she had to do.

The dark wood felt so big and smooth beneath her tiny bare feet as she clambered up the side of the shoe. Standing on the insole, she put her hands on her hips and posed like a dominatrix. "There, how's that?" she asked her brother, hoping he was filming her with his phone. "I'm gonna be a famous crush girl!"

Next she walked to the edge of the clog and peered over the side at the ground far, far below. No way was she gonna jump! This seemed high enough to kill her at this size. She scanned around for another option and her eyes fell on the Coke can next to her brother's chair. It was the size of a grain silo to her. If she could just get to it...

She made her way over to the can opener and food scale, using them as stepping stones. Leaping off the scale, she landed with a thud on the lip of the Coke can. Whew! The metal felt cold and slightly sticky beneath her feet as she made her way down the side.

About halfway she slipped, falling the rest of the way to land in an inch of sticky soda. "Ew, gross!" she groaned, taking a sip anyway. It was so big and powerful-tasting, like a whole bottle at this size. She felt it warming her all over.

Suddenly Jess heard a loud THUD that shook the whole room. She looked up to see her mom come striding in, her huge thong-clad booty filling up the doorway. Holy crap the woman was hungover - her hair was all over the place and her tank top was stained with last night's rum and cokes.

Jess watched in awe as her mom plopped down at the computer desk right next to her, the chair creaking under her heavy weight. Her beach-towel-sized skirt rode up, giving Jess an incredible view up her thick thighs to the straining camel-toe of her panties. The flimsy fabric looked ready to rip at the seams.

Jess felt her tiny body responding to the sight, a hot tingle between her legs. Her mom shifted and one heavy tit flopped out of her top, slapping the desktop. A line of drool escaped her mouth to splat right next to Jess. Oh fuck that was close!

The tiny girl froze as her mother's giant hand reached past, grasping for the mouse. It descended right over Jess's head and she screamed as her world went dark. The heat, the pressure, the MOM-ness of it all was too much. As she blacked out she came harder than she ever had in her life.

When Jess awoke a few minutes later, her mom was still at the computer but now her other tit was out too. She seemed to have passed out, snoring lightly. Jess looked down and saw that her shorts were soaked through. Damn, she really had cum hard!

Glancing over, she saw her brother's phone lying on the floor next to her, shattered but still working. Tommy was on the screen, looking worried. "Jess? Are you okay? I saw you get crushed under her hand! Oh god is she - "

"Yeah I'm fine," Jess lied, not wanting to freak him out. "I'm coming over. Just relax!"

She made her way back to the clog and up to the phone, using a shoe string like a rope. Picking it up, she checked herself over - she was miraculously uncrushed, though her clothes were still damp. As she walked over to her brother, she saw that he was still in clog-crush pose.

Suddenly there was a scream and a THUD that shook the room. Jess whirled around to see that her mom had just stood up, swaying unsteadily. Through the desktop window, Jess could just make out a tiny red smudge, like a bug that had been stepped on. Her heart leapt into her throat. "Tommy?!"

But it was too late. Her mom had shifted her weight, grinding down with her wooden sole on whatever was beneath it. She staggered off to the bathroom, leaving behind a tiny film of blood on the floor. Oh god, what had she done?!