From the street, it’s just a plain old wooden frame house. Nothing
is remarkable about it in any way. It has a chimney, garage, front door,
windows, and a driveway. You could drive by it every day on your commute to
work and never notice anything peculiar about it at all.

You would never suspect that the owner of the house if committing
atrocious acts on shrunken men nearly daily for her own pleasure. You would
never imagine the unnatural horrors these shrunken men are exposed to due simply
because of their shrunken status. It’s just a normal looking house in a normal
neighborhood.

Behind the closed doors of the completely normal looking
house lives a woman with a very special power. That power is to shrink men down
to 1 centimeter at her will. She lives alone and works a completely normal job.
She puts on the corporate smile for colleagues and handles herself
professionally at every level. No one could expect her to be capable of such
atrocities.

Sometimes she scatters her shrunken victims across her
wooden floors. She then stomps around in her high heels, crushing the life out of
them. There is no hope of escaping her crushing feet as the slam down again and
again. No one can hear their tiny cries for help as the dark shadow of a high
heel overtakes them before turning them in to mush. She toys with them as she
squashes the life from their tiny bodies. The only resistance they can offer is
raising their hands in fear as the hard sole of the heel comes down without
mercy. Once she has had her fun with her high heels, she removes them to feel
the tiny bodies burst under her bare soles. The tiny men can only run until
they are tired as there is nowhere to hide or escape from their demise. They
can only wait their turn as the excited giantess casually obliterates them one
by one. Her smile sparks fear in every shrunken soul as she raises her foot to
extinguish another life. None of these shrunken people ever thought they would
meet their end underneath the soft soles of a beautiful giantess, only to serve
for her entertainment.

Other times she places them on her dining room table where
she can witness the cruelty of her actions up close. She squashes the tiny men
under her painted finger nails without mercy or emotion. One by one, she drops
her index finger on the tiny men, their bodies exploding from the sudden increase
in pressure. There is no hope of escape for them as her hand decides who is
next. When she is feeling extra frisky, she will drop her large pendulous
breasts on the tiny men as they scatter about the table. She loves feeling
their tiny bodies burst under her soft flesh as she steamrolls them under her
bust. Her nipples are extra sensitive to the act of crushing tiny men under
them, so she actively targets the tiny runners with them. Sometimes she misses
and they just splatter under her breast, but when she pins them under her
nipple, she can feel the tingling of them fighting for their lives resonate to
her vagina. If they somehow make it to the edge of the table, they can only
gaze at the certain death that awaits them if they make the jump to the hard
wooden floor (where her feet will take care of any survivors).

If she is feeling horny, she scratches that itch by using
her tiny victims. She will spill them out on her naked form and drag them to
her hairy pussy. She has no need to shave down there, no one to impress at all.
They are all there for her pleasure and she doesn’t care what they think about
her grooming habits. She shoves them into her wet depths without mercy or care
for their wellbeing. They scream and fight for all their worth, but that will
only stimulate her further. She grinds them against her clit to push herself
over the edge. The ones that get trapped in her forest of pubic hair are
subjected to the slurping sounds coming from her wet lips as she thrusts her
fingers in and out of herself. If they fail to achieve her orgasm, she will simply
reach into her bedside table to use her favorite dildo. Once that is out, there
is no hope for survival for those lost in her pussy. They will simply be
splattered against her walls by the unyielding sex toy.

She swallows some whole, others she chews until they are
nothing but an unrecognizable mess in her mouth. She enjoys the fight they put on attempting to ward off her probing tongue as she tosses them about her mouth. Some she throws in the blender
to watch them attempt to escape the glass prison. She waves goodbye, and with a giggle, she flicks
on the switch to puree them.

No one would ever guess shrunken men are meeting their
demise behind those closed doors for the sick pleasures of a twisted woman.
Afterall, it’s just a normal looking house and shrinking isn't real... right???