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It was a warm summer day when Beverly first discovered the tiny device that would change her life forever - a shrink ray gun capable of miniaturizing any living creature down to the size of an insect. Excited and a bit nervous, the voluptuous 25-year-old woman decided to test it out.

She set up her camera, angling it towards the plush living room carpet. Donning a tight denim mini skirt that barely covered her ample ass, and no panties underneath for extra comfort, Beverly flicked the switch and watched as a beam of purple light shot out.

Her first test subject would be her pet hamster, Mr. Squeaky. She placed his cage on the floor, aimed, and fired. In a flash, the tiny furball shrunk down to the size of a roach! "Holy shit, it actually worked!" Beverly gasped in amazement.

Emboldened, she continued to experiment, shrinking flies, a mouse, even a random cat that wandered by the window. But Beverly had a special fetish - she loved crushing tiny things under her feet. Especially men. She imagined them screaming in pleasure and pain as her soft sole ground them into the carpet...

An idea blossomed in her mind. She could make this into a business! Start a YouTube channel where she shrank random dudes down and used them as living footstools. The perverted subscribers would pay top dollar to see her sexy feet smoosh them into paste. It was so wrong, but felt so right.

Beverly quickly set up an "accidental" public shrinking trap at the mall. She shrank several men and women, giggling as they shrank, their pathetic squeals music to her ears. Scooping them up, she brought them back home, making sure to film every excruciating step.

The video was a huge success - hundreds of thousands of viewers paid to see her giantess foot fetish rampage. Soon she had the funds to quit her job and do this full-time. Beverly was living her dream.

In the coming weeks and months, she shrank and crushed more and more unfortunate specimens. She even hired a team of models to pose and grapple and get smooshed under her feet. Some begged for mercy, others pleaded for more. Her sadistic laughter echoed through the house.

At first they tried to fight back, but soon they realized that struggling only made Beverly happier. She'd make them strip naked first, jerking their tiny hard cocks until they blew their pitiful loads, right before she ground them into nothingness. She told them it would be extra humiliating that way if anyone found the evidence of their death.

She grew bolder and bolder, shrinking her neighbors, the mailman, even her cheating ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. They were never seen again after visiting her house. But her audience grew and paid handsomely.

Beverly was addicted to it all now - the power, the money, the screams, the squelch of crushing. She had finally found a career she was passionate about. Sucking on her toes, she clicked "Publish" on her latest video - a man, a woman, and a tiny yapping dog, all wearing nothing but collars, all writhing in pleasure and horror as she slowly lowered her wooden clog...

And that's how Beverly, the once mild-mannered BBW, became the world's most notorious giantess vixen, all without anyone suspecting a thing. Just another day in the life of a femme fatale with a shrink ray gun and a very crush-happy soul.