[This story contains transformation topics. You have been warned]

 ‘I can’t believe I am being paid to do this’ Loraine thought to herself. She had been browsing Craigslist late at night and had ran into a particular post. It had been from a man looking for someone to crush him into something humiliating, and permanent. Loraine had heard about the fetish, about people who wanted to be absolutely dominated, but she found their preferences disturbing. But the pay was a few months of rent, making it hard to decline.

A few text messages and a date was set. The only issue for Loraine was what to do to the man. She browsed the web while taking a bath, scrolling past down the endless stream of posts about people being crushed and molded. A ping of regret filed her as she tried to imagine herself as the perpetrator of these acts. It was only when she put her phone down and gazed absently ahead did it hit her. ‘Perfect, It would kill two birds with one stone’ Loraine thought as she hopped out of the bath, a plan of attack forming in her mind.

--Next Week--

The door rang, the man was there. Loraine opened the door.

“Hey there, I’m...” he tried to say, but Loraine cut him off.

“Nope, no talking” Loraine commanded. She wanted to appear dominant, but in reality the woman just didn’t want to play this game any more than she had to. “This way” she led her victim through her home, towards the garage. The man lagged behind her with a noticeable quiver in his legs. Loraine realized he was getting off to this.

They made it to the garage, where Loraine directed the man to stand on an x marked in red tape on the floor. There was no reservations from the man as he made his way to the spot, even though there were multiple barbell weights obviously suspended directly above. His mouth began to open again, but Loraine did not give him the chance to speak, nor have regrets. She snipped the rope that anchored the weights to a nearby wall, sending them crashing down.

CLASH

The plates crashed into the floor and rang out deafeningly for Loraine, but she wasn’t going to stop. Sliding the disks off to the side she found a cartoonishly disked shaped man underneath. It took her a moment but she was able to peel him off the floor with a viscus ‘Slurp’. After bringing him over to her workbench she was able to use the surface to help herself fold the man up into a cube before placing him back onto the floor, this time onto a green x. Now was the time for the second part of her plan.

Loraine cranked the door of the garage open and jogged over to her nearby car, starting it with little difficulty. The car roared to life, allowing her to easily drive into and out of her garage. As she did so, satisfying squelches echoed out from underneath her car. She parked the car before coming back to her victim, who was squashed flat with a treaded texture. Loraine refolded her victim and repeated the process again and again till nothing of the man was left but and inch by inch square.

“Now for the finale” the woman commented aloud as she grabbed a nearby glue gun along with the man off the ground. They returned to the origin of Loraine’s idea, her bathroom. Wasting no time, Loraine applied a liberal coating of glue to the back of the squared man, making sure to not apply too much before inserting the man into the recess in the wall. He was a perfect fit. Loraine stepped back and admired her handiwork. It had been weeks since one of the tiles on her bathroom wall had fallen off, shattering when it hit the bottom of the tub. But now she had a perfectly fitting replacement, even though the new tile did not match the other white tiles.

“There. That was starting to bother me. Time to clean up I guess” Loraine commented out loud as she started to walk away. She clicked off the lights and closed the door behind her, leaving the man to his desired fate.