HGlock SW/SM - Park.pdf (2025) (207 PCS)

It was a warm summer evening in New York City. Diana, a 26-year-old bank teller, was strolling through Central Park after work. She wore a short black mini dress and powerful platform sandals, having decided to forgo underwear in the muggy heat. The sun had just set, casting long shadows across the winding paths.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the park, followed by screams and shouts. A hot dog vendor's generator had exploded near the main road, sending up a cloud of strange, glowing smoke. Unbeknownst to Diana and the other park-goers, this was no ordinary explosion - it released a bizarre radiation that began rapidly shrinking anyone exposed.

As the smoke billowed out, scores of people on the sidewalks and grass found themselves suddenly dwindling down to a tiny size, no larger than insects. Their cries of confusion and terror sounded like the buzzing of cicadas. Many were trampled underfoot by oblivious pedestrians still at normal size. Others tumbled from benches and tables to the hard ground far below.

Diana was unaware of the strange occurrences unfolding around her. She continued her leisurely walk, not noticing the first few tiny bodies she inadvertently crushed beneath her thick soles with soft crunches. It wasn't until a miniscule man came stumbling out from under her shoe that she finally stopped and looked down.

"There you are! Come out from under there you little pervert!" Diana snapped at the 2-inch tall figure covering its head in the dirt. "Sneaking peeks up my skirt like that, you disgusting creeps!"

The terrified shrunken man stammered an apology, but Diana paid him no mind. She lifted her other foot, revealing a scene of utter devastation. Dozens of itty bitty corpses and broken bodies were smeared across the sole of her sandal. Flecks of blood and viscera clung to the smooth leather.

Diana wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Ugh, I just washed these this morning too. You sick little freaks," she grumbled. She delivered a swift kick, sending the tiny man flying to splat against a tree trunk.

A masculine voice called out in a shaky falsetto, "Please miss, have mercy! We're begging you!"

The bank teller glanced over to see a group of diminutive men huddled together, staring up at her in abject fear. They were all buck naked, having been shrunk in the clothes they were wearing. Diana smirked, her eyes roving over their exposed bodies.

"Well hello there, tiny traveler," Diana purred. "Aren't you a feisty little thing. Get over the fact that you're so small and helpless under my giant feet and ass!"

Diana slowly raised one foot, wriggling her toes. The itty bitty men cowered in terror, but she could also see their teeny cocks hardening. She chuckled darkly.

"Ha! I knew it. You pathetic little perverts are getting off on being my size, aren't you? You want to worship my huge body, to be crushed and smothered by me. Don't you dare deny it!"

The miniscule men stammered, but their stiff little dicks betrayed them. Diana licked her lips. An idea was forming.

The raven-haired beauty bent down, bringing her face close to the shrunken men. Her cleavage strained against the thin fabric of her dress. She reached out and grabbed a squirming man, dangling him between two fingers.

"You want to get a closer look, tiny? I'll give you a closer look," Diana cooed. She popped the little man into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his struggling body. With a soft gulp, she swallowed.

"Mmmm, tasty," Diana sighed. "I wonder what the rest of you little snacks are like?"

She snatched up another few men and tossed them in her mouth, crunching and smacking her lips. Their muffled screams vibrated her tongue before she gulped them down. The six-inch tall men had no chance against her ravenous appetite.

Emboldened, Diana sat down on a bench, hiking up her skirt. She leaned back and spread her legs, framing her lack of underwear. The remaining itty bitty men stared slack-jawed at the sight of her glistening pussy, each fold and pucker visible to their cross-eyed gaze.

"Like what you see, tiny?" Diana asked sweetly. "I know you're just dying for a taste. Come on then, little men. Come to mammma."

The shrunken men looked at each other uncertainly, but Diana's siren call was too tempting to resist. They scurried forward on trembling legs, scaling up the smooth curves of her thighs. She shuddered as they explored her most intimate places.

"Yes, that's it," Diana cooed. "Worship my huge pussy. Bury yourself in my folds. Mmm, I can feel you squirming inside me!"

Diana ground her pelvis, crushing dozens of the little men between her muscles. Her powerful vaginal walls squeezed and flexed, churning the remaining ones into a paste. She threw her head back and moaned, climaxing from the stimulation.

As she came down from her high, Diana noticed more tiny figures in the distance, having been lured in by her moans. She stood and began wading through the grass, using her size 10 feet to pancake any she saw. Her powerful soles could rend steel - the tiny men had no defense against her.

The sun dipped below the horizon as Diana rampaged through the park, leaving a trail of bloody smears and shattered corpses behind her. Eventually she came upon Central Park West, the street bounding the western edge of the park. There she froze, eyes wide.

The radiation had spread to the sidewalk, shrinking people walking by. At least three dozen men and women were scattered on the pavement, most of them nude and miniscule. But that wasn't the worst of it.

A murder of crows had descended, attracted to the strange commotion. The birds were enormous compared to the shrunken humans, each easily the size of a dog. The crows had begun snatching up the tiny figures, gulping them down with quick jerks of their beaks.

"No!" Diana howled, stomping over to the scene. She ground several people into paste as she walked. "Those are MY little snacks, you stupid birds! Find your own food!"

The crows cawed in confusion as this giant woman towered over them, her feet each large enough to crush half a dozen of their number. They squawked and took to the skies, abandoning their feasting.

"...My snacks," Diana muttered, looking down at the bloody smear and shattered bodies coating her soles. In a sudden burst of fury, she began stamping, sending shockwaves through the pavement. Her ears rang from the force of her blows.

When it was over, not a single living creature remained within a 20 yard radius of Diana's feet. She stood there panting, unintentionally crushing the few survivors beneath her shifting feet. Her dress was splattered with blood and viscera. Tufts of hair clung to her soles. Flecks of bone gleamed in the streetlights.

Diana looked up, seeing the devastation wrought by the strange radiation and her own rampage. Twin Towers of smoke rose from the park - the Loeb Boathouse was burning, having been ignited by the exploding generator. Sirens wailed in the distance as emergency responders began arriving on the scene.

The raven-haired beauty brushed a strand of hair from her face, smearing her cheek with gore. She giggled, a touch of madness creeping into her voice.

"Oops," Diana tittered. "Guess I made quite the mess, huh? The things I do for a tasty snack!"

She brought a foot up and licked a bit of brain matter from between her toes, then slipped the digit into her mouth to suck it clean. With a jaunty wave at the scattering of blood and bone decorating the sidewalk, Diana turned and sauntered off into the night, eager to see what other fun adventures awaited her.

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