High Heels Fetish.pdf

Little Timmy couldn't help but stare at his sexy older sister Tiffany as she strutted by in her ultra-short skirt and strappy heels. At only 15 years old, little did he know the depraved, erotic thoughts brewing in his pubescent mind would one day manifest into a full-blown crush fetish.

"Timmy, what are you gawking at?" Tiffany snapped, whirling around. She put a hand on her hip, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood.

"Uh, n-nothing!" Timmy stammered, cheeks flushing beet red. "S-sorry!"

Tiffany huffed and stormed off. Timmy sighed, heart racing, with an odd tingly feeling between his legs. He didn't understand it, but seeing his sister's long legs and tiny skirt short-circuited his baby brain.

Just then, Timmy's mother Deb called out. "Tiffany! I'm heading to work now sweetie! A night shift at the cruise ship casino. Don't let Timmy get into trouble, okay?"

"Sure mom, whatever," Tiffany replied, fully engrossed on her phone. "I'll keep an eye on the twerp."

"Oh, and Timmy honey..." Deb cooed as she approached. "While I'm gone, promise you'll be a good boy for your sister like always, okay? No whining or back talk!"

Timmy gulped and nodded eagerly, eyes glued to his mother's legs. She wore a short skirt with fishnet stockings and an obscenely tall pair of high-heeled clogs. Her calves, thighs and butt were very shapely and pronounced in the tight skirt as she moved.

Shamelessly, against his will, Timmy found himself fantasizing about his own mother in a way a 5-year-old shouldn't. He imagined what it would feel like to be smushed under her big fat feet. Terra was severely heightening his crush fetish.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be a good boy... won't you Timmy?" Deb smirked knowingly. She slowly lifted a stockinged foot and pointed her clog right at Timmy's head. Her toes wiggled. "Won't you... for mommy?"

"Yes mommy!" Timmy squeaked out, nodding furiously. "I'll be good for you mommy! I pwomise!"

"Good boy," Deb purred, setting her foot back down. "Let's go Tiffany! Walk mommy out!"

As the two women left the apartment, Timmy let out a shaky breath, mind reeling. On the floor was something shiny. Curious, Timmy got up and walked over.

It was Tiffany's phone! The perverted thoughts that popped into Timmy's head then cannot be written. But suffice to say, the Downsized app was downloaded and installed in mere moments.

Later, as Tiffany lounged on the couch in a crop top and panties, snacking and watching TV, Timmy crept up and activated the shrinking process.

"Wha...what's happening?" Tiffany shrieked as she felt herself rapidly shrink down to 2 inches tall. She sprawled out on the couch cushion, body jiggling as she trembled in shock.

"P-pretty cool, huh Tiffany?" Timmy said, voice shaking. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you...down there."

Timmy reached into the couch and plucked out his tiny sister, bringing her up to his face. She squirmed in his sweaty palm, going ballistic.

"LET ME GO YOU LITTLE PSYCHO!" Tiffany screamed. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Timmy just giggled. He felt his crush fetish swelling in his shorts. Holding his shrunken sexy sister and hearing her curses was an aphrodisiac to his budding libido.

"Be nice Tiffany," Timmy said. "Or else I'll put you on the floor...where mommy crushed up those other tiny people. You saw them when she came home, didn't you?"

Tiffany fell silent, eyes widening in shock. Timmy knew she had seen the bloody red smears and tiny limbs stuck to their mother's giant high heels and clogs earlier.

Timmy brought Tiffany right up to his face, drinking in every detail of her body. Even at her diminished size, her boobs and butt jiggled and bounced. Timmy felt his crush fetish, mixed with general sexual immaturity, throb through his body.

"I bet it would feel really good to be smushed under a big fat butt," Timmy mused, eyes distant. "I fantasized about that...with mommy. A-and you too Tiffany."

"TIMMY!" Tiffany wailed, covering herself. "You're such a perv! I'll tell mommy on you!"

"No you won't!" Timmy said, suddenly stern. He closed his fingers around her and brought her up to his mouth. "Because you'd have to tell her how you got tiny!"

Tiffany fell silent, realizing her brother had her cornered. Timmy took a deep breath, mustering his courage, then popped his sister into his mouth. She landed in his wet, squishy tongue, immediately beating and screaming.

"Mmmff!" Timmy groaned, eyes rolling back. The sensation of his tiny, nearly naked sister bouncing around his mouth and sliding against his tongue felt electric. His crush fetish, combined with his conspiring hormones, made him dizzy.

"Mmmf mmm mmff!" Timmy groaned again as he swapped Tiffany to his cheek. She tasted like cotton candy, her body hot and slippery in his mouth. Timmy fought the urge to bite down and grind his teeth together.

After nearly a minute, Timmy opened his mouth and gingerly pushed her out, struggling to talk around her. "Mmm okay, out ya go sis," he mumbled. "Mmmf no b-biting now! Got it?"

"Got it!" Tiffany coughed and gasped once free, smoothing her hair. "God, you're so gross Timmy! Leeching all over me with your disgusting baby spit!"

Timmy just grinned dopily, unfazed. He plucked Tiffany up again, letting her dangle in his fingers. "Ooh, you're so tiny and cute Tiffany! I could just stare at you forever!"

Tiffany shuddered in revulsion but held her tongue. She was realizing her pipsqueak brother was more powerful than she thought. He would have to be handled carefully to ensure her survival.