Shrink App Story - Crush Fetish Obsession.pdf

Sarah had always been a bit of a tech-obsessed mom. She was always tinkering with the latest gadgets and apps, much to the chagrin of her teenage son Timmy. One day, Sarah discovered a new app that claimed to allow the user to shrink themselves to any size. Intrigued, she downloaded it and decided to test it out.

Timmy was in the kitchen making himself a snack when he suddenly felt a strange sensation. The room seemed to spin and his body began to shrink rapidly. In a matter of seconds, 15-year-old Timmy was reduced to the size of a mouse. He let out a terrified squeak as he tumbled to the linoleum floor, his miniature body bouncing and rolling until he came to rest under the kitchen table.

"Mom!" Timmy cried out in a tiny, high-pitched voice. "What happened? Help me!"

But Sarah was too engrossed in her app to hear his pleas. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, marveling at her own miniaturized form. The app had worked perfectly - she had shrunk herself down to a height of about six inches tall.

"That's so cool!" Sarah exclaimed to herself. She began to explore the giant kitchen from her new perspective, scurrying across the countertops and dodging the occasional falling crumb.

Meanwhile, little Timmy crawled out from under the table on shaky legs. He gazed up at the towering kitchen cabinets and appliances, feeling like an ant in a human world. His heart was pounding as he tried to figure out what to do.

Just then, he heard the click-clack of approaching high heels. Timmy turned to see his mother striding towards him, her face a mixed expression of surprise and glee as she spotted her tiny son.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Sarah said with a chuckle. She loomed over Timmy, her head and torso blocking out most of the light. "Looks like you shrank yourself too, huh sport?"

"Mom, please help me!" Timmy squeaked desperately. "I want to be big again!"

But Sarah was already distracted by a different idea. She slowly lifted one foot and placed it next to Timmy, admiring how tiny he looked compared to the size of her high-heeled shoe.

"Wow Timmy, you're so small and cute like this," she said. "I could just crush you with one step, couldn't I?"

Timmy's eyes went wide with horror as he stared up at the looming sole of his mother's shoe. "Mom, no! Don't you dare!"

But Sarah was in a trance, reveling in her newfound size advantage over her son. She had always harbored a secret crush fetish and obsession with dominating and squashing tiny people under her feet. Now, with Timmy miniaturized, she finally had the perfect opportunity to fulfill her twisted desires.

"Too bad, so sad!" Sarah sing-songed. "Your mama just can't help herself when she sees something that small and crushable..."

With a wicked grin, Sarah raised her other foot and positioned both of her high heels on either side of the trembling Timmy. The boy let out a whimper of terror as he felt the soles press down on him, trapping him between the giant leather shoes.

Then Sarah began to apply pressure, slowly increasing the weight on top of Timmy as she ground her heels into him. The boy wailed in agony, his tiny body straining and buckling under the force of his own mother's massive feet.

"Oooh, I can feel you squirming down there!" Sarah cooed, relishing in Timmy's suffering. She continued to crush him ruthlessly between her powerful soles, savoring the sensation of pulverizing her own son into a lifeless splat.

Timmy's screams grew more and more desperate as the seconds ticked by. His spine and bones began to snap under the immense pressure. Dark red footprints spread out across the white tile as Sarah's heels painted the floor with his blood and gore.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Timmy, Sarah lifted her feet and admired her gruesome handiwork. There on the floor was a small, mangled smear - all that remained of her beloved boy.

"What a good little footstool you made," Sarah said with a satisfied sigh. She wiped her sweaty soles on the bloody remains before turning and sauntering out of the kitchen, profanely humming to herself.

The boy's mangled corpse was just another victim of his mother's cruel crush fetish obsession, a dark addiction that would haunt her for the rest of her days. But for now, she reveled in her twisted triumph, knowing she had finally rid the world of one more insignificant speck of life. Sarah smiled to herself - there would be plenty of other tiny things to stomp and squash in the future.