Lyn knew her friend was a freak. I mean who in their right mind wound like getting squished into shapes. Not that I was so much better, I’m a little bit freaky myself. A person that loves to dominate and another that loves to be crushed by others, not that she knew it about me yet. All it took was a mallet and a quick WHAM to catch my prey. A circular dish, no thicker than a few millimeters slowly peeled off the bottom of my hammer.

    On the front of the dish was my friend’s face and hands pressed flat into a silly shape, her eyes slowly followed me as I moved. Flipping her over like a pancake gave a hilarious view of her rear. With her legs smashed flat and her skirt flipped up, who wouldn’t notice the perfect view of her lacy rose panties. But even after being compressed my friend was still floppy, imperfect for what I needed her for. A few dips in clear enamel hardened her like glass, and made her perfectly food safe in the process. The perfect little plate to eat dinner with.

    All covered in food as my fork and knife drive towards her must have sent fear into her. A meal with friends is always the best, but eventually it is time to clean up. Into the dishwasher she will go, stuck for days on end until I eventually decide to run it. Even then, it is only the hottest cycle for her. Hopefully, she doesn’t melt.