(Story contains transformation. If you are not into this sort of thing then feel free to look elsewhere.)

“Ding” The bell called out, signaling the start of the match. You and your opponent immediately locked arms, each trying to prove their strength. Your opponent was Jane. A six foot four amazonian blooded woman everything a woman could wish for. This might have caused you to lose focus for a moment, which Jane just took advantage of. Within a moment, she spun around your back and locked her hands around your waist. For a moment you struggled, attempting to remove her iron grip, but nothing could stop Jane as she heaved you up into the air and into a surplex.

“SMASH!!” echoed out as you back and shoulders hit the ground. It happened so fast that the world didn’t stop spinning, making it impossible to focus on anything. Suddenly a boot lashed out at your side, sending you onto your chest with your face to the ground. Jane calmly walked over to you and sat down, straddling your back between her legs. You could feel her hands wrap calmly under your chin, callused fingers forming an iron lock while your dazed mind offered no resistance. With an elegant grace and a back held straight she pulled your head into her chest.

Pain lanced through your back, and try with what little strength remained you could not break free. Jane however was not satisfied, as she tried to rock back further to increase the strain on your back. But thankfully, at least for the moment, you held out and held what little resistance you could against your opponent. Jane saw this and smiled, liked a cat to a mouse, and in one fluid motion was standing with a foot hooked under your chin holding you in the exact same predicament.

“Sorry for this, but this match is mine.” Jane playfully says to you as she casually applies more pressure than before. It was too much for you to stop this time, and your back began to give more and more as your head began to approach closer and closer to your feet. Pain lanced out of your back and a moan cleared your lips. Jane grinned at this and instead of finishing her move she prolonged it applying pressure to your body as one would pulse a car gas pedal. Each assault brought more moans to your mouth, the world became harder and hard to focus on as all you could feel was the pain in your back and the pressure on your chin.

Jane smiled wavered slowly as she slowly lost interest in your torment. She released the pressure on your chin, letting your body return to a 90 degree angle, before applying all her strength and forcing your head to meet your feet. There was no more pain, as your back simply gave up, leaving you curled over backwards. Jane inspected her work with a look of annoyance seeing how your two halved didn't lie flat against each other. With a simple purpose Jane mounted the ropes, giving only one simple bounce before sending herself flying over you and with a crunch, flattening you into a single sheet with the sheer strength of her butt.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, I think this match is basically wrapped up. Controller, I think it is time to release the trophy for our new champion!” yelled out the announcer. With that, a clear empty cube was lowered to the stage. It was a foot and a half wide and had a simple on one side that would allow for it to be permanently closed. The crowed cheered as Jane made a show of trying to fit you into the box. But of course you were still too big.

So Jane went back to folding and crushing you. A twist here and a crunch there and soon there was cube where there used to be a man. With only a face plasted to one side to prove its identity. This time Jane had only a mild issue with the box, only having to revert to her foot to get the last little bit of you in. It wasn’t a pleasant fit however, as you were squished against each face of the cube. The cube was closed, locking you into your predicament. Almost no sound penetrated the cube, making the next steps a have.

You could see that you were being held high in the air by Jane as she showed off her trophy. After a minute you were lowered back down and tucked under her arm as she casually made her way off the ring and into the locker room. There was no acknowledgement of who you were and with a simple toss you found yourself in the darkness of a bag. Some time passed and the bag was opened and you found yourself in a simple room. Within there was a shelf filled with other cube, with their contents also smashed into their enclosure. But there was one spot open, one which you found yourself placed into. With one look back was all Jane gave before leaving the room and closing the light, leaving you and your new trophy companions in the dark.

No matter how hard you struggled and pushed, you could not move an inch. The cube around you had now way out, locking you inside till Jane had enough fun with her new trophy. You just hoped that it would be sooner than your five year wresting contract.