Grandmother's Crushing Desire

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Grandma had always wanted to have her feet attended to, but didn't want to pay for a professional. Instead, she decided to downsize her granddaughter, who was failing her classes, to serve her feet.

One day, when her granddaughter came home from school, she found herself suddenly tiny and at the feet of her grandma. As she looked up, she saw her grandma's gigantic feet looming over her. Her grandma grabbed her with her fingers, which were as big as her entire body, and held her to her toes. She was so tiny compared to her grandma now.

For the next week, her grandma used her as her footstool, footrest, and even footmassager. She would sometimes walk around on her granddaughter's back, as if she were a carpet. She also made her granddaughter work as her shoe polisher, using her tiny hands to clean and shine her grandmother's shoes.

The granddaughter was terrified and felt humiliated, but was too small to do anything about it. Grandma seemed to enjoy having her at her feet, and would often laugh at her struggles to do basic tasks. The granddaughter felt like a slave, only existing to serve her grandmother's feet.

But, one day, her grandma got tired of using her as a footslave. She was not the best at cleaning and polishing shoes, and was always complaining about the pain of being used as a footrest. So, she decided to return her granddaughter to normal size and find another way to get her feet attended to.

The grandma had always enjoyed the feeling of power that came with downsize someone. The feeling of having complete control over their lives, being able to decide their destiny based on their own whims. It made her feel like a mistress.

One day, she decided to take her fascination with the power of downsizing to the next level. She wanted to test the limits of the downsizing magic, to see how far she could push someone to the edge before breaking them.

She set her sights on her teenage grandson, who was struggling with bullying at school. Grandma had always had a special bond with her grandson and enjoyed spending time with him. But now, she saw an opportunity to fulfill her darkest desires.

She waited until her grandson was asleep one night and cast a spell to downsize him. When he woke up the next day, he found himself tiny and helpless, trapped in an envelope on her windowsill. He cried out for help, but nobody could hear him.

Grandma came over to the window, a sadistic grin on her face. She picked up the envelope and held it in the palm of her hand, feeling the tiny figure wriggling inside. She enjoyed the feeling of power she had over him, the sense of control she had over his life.

For the next few days, the grandma used her grandson as a living stress ball, squeezing him in her hand whenever she felt stressed. She enjoyed watching him struggle to escape her grip, to no avail. He was completely at her mercy now.

But the grandma's cruelty knew no bounds. She didn't just want to squeeze her grandson, she wanted to crush him to death. She wanted to see the light leave his eyes, to hear him beg for mercy as she crushed his body under her fingers. It was the ultimate expression of her power.

One night, as she held him in her hand, she felt a surge of power coursing through her. She felt like a mistress, able to decide the fate of this tiny figure at her whim. With a twist of her wrist, she crushed the tiny figure until it was nothing but a pile of broken bones.

The grandma grinned, reveling in the sense of power she felt. She had crushed her grandson, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. She was the ultimate ruler of this domain

Grandmother looked at the blood on her finger and laughed in disgust, then rubbed the blood on the tip of her finger on the sole of her slipper and cleaned her hand. And she continued her day as if nothing had happened.

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