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It was a sultry summer evening and the Robinsons had just gotten home from a family dinner at grandma's house. As usual, their 19-year old daughter Tiffany decided to stay home alone, much to her parents' chagrin. They tried to convince her to come, but Tiffany just rolled her eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore, mom! I can take care of myself. Now go, before I change my mind."

Mrs. Robinson sighed and looked over at Mr. Robinson, who just shrugged. "Alright dear, let's not keep your mother waiting. We'll be back by 10." With that, the middle-aged couple piled into their sedan and sped off.

The instant Tiffany heard the car pull out of the driveway, she kicked off her shoes with a sigh of relief. She padded into her bedroom, stripping off her sundress and bra as she went. The blonde teen flopped onto her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals. They were see-through platforms, clear plastic stilettos that rose up nearly a foot. Tiffany had bought them on a whim, never daring to wear them out of the house. But now, in the privacy of her own room, she could finally show them off.

Tiffany spread her long legs, admiring how the heels elongated them. She wiggled her toes, watching the sunlight filter through the clear plastic. It was so sexy! The teen ran a hand down her body, cupping her small breasts. She tweaked a nipple, biting her lip as a shiver ran through her. Then her fingers trailed lower, gliding over her flat tummy to the sparse patch of hair at the junction of her thighs.

Tiffany began slowly stroking herself, hips undulating as she worked herself up. Her other hand played with her breasts, pinching and tugging at the sensitive buds. The teen lost herself in the pleasures of her own touch, moaning softly. She didn't hear the front door open or the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs...

Meanwhile, Tiffany's boyfriend Mark had let himself into the Robinsons' house, using the spare key he knew was hidden under the welcome mat. He crept up the stairs, a peeking Tom look on his face. He knew Tiffany would be home alone.

Mark paused outside the girl's closed door, trying to still his racing heart. He'd never seen his girlfriend naked before. The thought made his cock swell and strain against his fly. Taking a deep breath, the young man turned the knob and slipped inside...

Only it wasn't the bedroom it was supposed to be. An identical door across the hall stood ajar. Mark poked his head in, eyes widening as he took in the erotic scene. Tiffany lay sprawled across her bed, one hand between her thighs, the other tweaking a pert nipple. She was clearly lost in pleasure, high heels pointed to the ceiling as she writhed. Mark had never seen anything so sexy.

The teen's long blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. Her eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, kiss-swollen lips parted around soft moans. Mark's mouth went dry at the sight of her perky tits, the smooth expanses of her thighs. Unable to help himself, he crept closer...and that's when Tiffany's foot came down on something.

The blonde girl yelped, sitting up with a start. "Oww what the-" She broke off, eyes going huge as they fell on the figure under her foot. "MARK?! What are you doing here, you little perv?!"

Mark just gaped up at her, utterly shocked. He tried to scramble back, but it was too late. Tiffany's heel had come down right on his chest, pinning him in place! The young man's eyes crossed as he stared up at her towering over him, lithe body nude and gleaming. "Tiffany I...I can explain..."

The teen girl glowered down, a wicked smirk twisting her lips. "Oh really? Let's hear it then." Her toes flexed, pressing down harder and making Mark gasp. Tiffany shifted her foot, grinding her heel against his chest. The clear plastic was slick with her sweat and the boy could feel every inch of her sole through his shirt.

Glancing at the shrinking device in her hand, Tiffany gazed back down at her boyfriend. "Hmm this is certainly an interesting position you've put me in," she said, slowly stroking the shrinker.

Back at the grandparent's estate, the Robinsons were having a pleasant evening. Mrs. Robinson helped her mother in the kitchen while Mr. Robinson entertained his father in the study with a glass of 25-year-old scotch.

Mr. Robinson took a sip, savoring the smooth burn, then shifted in his seat with a sigh. "Ah, to be young again. Remember the time we snuck out of the house for a late night joyride in your daddy's car?"

Mr. Robinson senior chuckled, patting his son's shoulder. "Those were the days! Although I'm surprised your mama didn't tan our hides when she caught us."

Mr. Robinson snorted. "She was too busy not catching us, if you know what I mean." The men shared a laugh.

Just then, a scream rang out from upstairs, followed by the thundering of wooden clogs on carpet. "ROBINSON! Get your scrawny ass down here!" A door slammed open and Mrs. Robinson's mother stomped into the study. Behind her, Mrs. Robinson followed, hopping on one foot.

"Mommy, daddy..." She wailed, face red and puffy with tears. "I did something bad! I was sitting on the bed, and Robinson was snoring on the floor. I told him to get up, but he just grumbled. So I got mad and ground my clog into his chest!"

She demonstrated, lifting her wooden shoe. "But then his little head was right next to my heel! I couldn't help myself, I...I stepped on him! Now he's tiny and I don't know how to change him back!"

Mrs. Robinson senior gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Lord have mercy! Let me see this miracle." She herded her weeping daughter out, leaving the Robinson men to stare at each other in shock.

Back in the Robinson's suburban home, Tiffany stood over her shrunken boyfriend. The shrinking device glowed faintly in her hand. She tapped it against her palm, considering. Part of her wanted to shrink the peeping tom right down to nothing. But another, darker part of her was curious...

"Y'know, you're lucky I don't squish you like the little bug you are," Tiffany purred, slowly grinding her heel against Mark's chest. "I think I'll keep you around though...as my pet." Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she scooped up the shrunken boy, bringing him close to her face. "We're going to have so much fun together, tiny."