HGlock SW/SM - BBW.pdf (2025)

The voluptuous BBW style Mrs. Candice Wigglesworth had had enough. For too long, the obnoxious little men in her neighborhood had disrespected her, catcalled and harassed her, and just been general pains in the plump derrière. She was a kind and patient woman, but even her endless well of empathy had finally run dry. As a scientist who worked at the top-secret lab just outside town, Candice had access to some of the world's most advanced tech. With a smirk, she swiped her ID badge and slipped into Building 64 after hours. Dr. Moffat's latest invention sat on the lab table - a shrinking raygun, still untested. "Let's see how you little creeps like being the size of roaches," Candice purred to herself as she grabbed the sleek silver weapon.

The next day, Candice put on her favorite outfit - skin-tight black leather pants that hugged her wide hips and highlighted her massive, juicy ass, a tight red top flaunting her huge tits, and a pair of stiletto mules that made her tower over everyone. Purse in hand and shrinking laser concealed inside, she sashayed out to the neighborhood park, knowing her tormentors would be there.

Sure enough, the usual suspects were gathered on a bench - Stu the former frat bro, Chet the chubby-chaser, Marty the perv. As Candice lumbered over, her tits and ass drawing stares, Stu called out a particularly crude comment about her weight. That was the last insult.

In a flash, Candice whipped out the shrinker, blasting each man in turn. ZZZZZAP! ZZZZAP! ZZZZAP! In an instant, the three morons had shrunk down to the size of ants, tiny figures scurrying around on the grass. Mrs. Wigglesworth towered over them, grinning malevolently down at the quivering little insects that had been men moments ago.

Unable to resist, she raised one giant mule-clad foot and slowly lowered it onto Stu. He shrieked in terror. "Oh fuck, ohshitohfuck, please don't!" SQQQQQUUUEEEEEEEE! The crushing impact ripped a bloodcurdling scream from the pulverized pervert as the rest of his body splattered wetly.

"That's what you get for calling me fat, you little bastard," Candice giggled darkly, grinding her shoe back and forth to make sure. A red smear was all that remained of Stu.

She turned her attention to Chet, who was trying to flee. "Oh no you don't!" Candice's enormous sole caught up to him effortlessly and came down, squashing him into the dirt with a sickening crunch. His miniscule form burst like a grape, blood oozing out around her heel. "I'll never get tired of this."

Marty just sat there gibbering, all fight gone out of him. Almost bored, Candice caught the quivering little speck under her big toe and applied pressure until his tiny bones shattered. His broken body pushed out around her toes as she pulverized him into goo.

Wiping her messy shoes on the grass, Candice straightened up and continued her leisurely stroll through the park, leaving a trio of squished, mangled corpses behind her. The neighborhood would be so much nicer now.