[F/F transformation story involving squishing]

Harriet was an escape artist, one that planned to eventually stand amongst the greatest in history. Ever since she was little there was nothing that could trap her, no rope nor lock could hold her, nor any cage keep her in. It did help that she was an elastic girl, but it was her skill that truly made her special. This skill was sort of also the only thing that made Harriet distinct. A highschooler with an average build, height, and weight, all accented by boring long but brown hair. That was why Harriet had to be the greatest.

Harriet liked to prove it too. Like today, where after school she had been allowing some of her classmates to tie her up in front of the building and she would ‘magically’ escape. She had done four rounds already and was looking for her fifth and final challenge.

“So this is what you dorks have been up to?” a voice called out from the crowd as a massive and muscular girl stepped forward. She was decked out in a gothic version of the school uniform, clearly in violation of the dress code. The girl, Leah, was the school’s biggest bully and the last person Harriet wanted to see. Leah noticed the locks and ropes scattering the floor. “Oh, someones being a little bit of an exhibitionist here?”

“Escape artist, thank you,” Harriet interjected, annoyed at the interruption but trying not to show it.

“Sure, if you ever planned on actually escaping.” Leah was baiting her, Harriet knew. However,

“Hah, there isn’t a challenge I haven’t bested.” The statement was prideful, but Harriet thought she could back it up.

“Probably just got idiots doing it.” Leah commented as she looked at the crowd with an unimpressed expression.

“Like you could do better” Harriet scoffed before realizing the error of her speech. But her pride wouldn't let her back down. With an evil grin Leah responded.

“Deal. Anything off limits?” she asked innocently but quickly, an idea already formed.

“Nope!” Harriet responded, wondering where this was going to go. Instead of responding Leah walked over to one of the bollards in front of the school.

“Mind sitting on this for me?” Harriet didn’t respond, but obeyed as she hopped onto the concrete structure. Her skirt fell around the pillar, leaving the cold concrete bare against her exposed skin. Harriet expected the bully to go for the locks or the ropes, maybe tie her ankles to the pole, but instead Leah bent down, grabbing her ankles instead. This confused the little escape artist, who wondered what the bully could do without the rope.

Then, with a sudden yank, Leah pulled down hard on the elastic girl's ankles. The force of the motion forcing Harriet down onto the bollard. An immovable rod versus the strongest girl in the school. The winner was obvious, but the loser less so.

“Ahhhmmm” Harriet struggled to cry out as the rounded concrete head of the pole was forcefully jammed into her rear, its imperfect finish grinding at her hole as the girl started to slide slowly down the pole, inch by grating inch. Harriet couldn’t stop moaning in pain while confused at her predicament, her cry joining the shocked gasps of the crowd who only watched in horror as Leah bullied the poor girl. Leah, although enjoying the torment, wasn’t enjoying how long it was taking.

“Dammit Harriet. I didn’t think you were so tight” the bully joked as she started to breath in laboured breaths. The pole, which was visibly poking at her victim's ribs, was starting to bind up against Harriet, forcing Leah to change tactics.

“Gehh. Ahh. Ehh.” ‘the noises burst from Harriet’s lips as her tormentor switched to rapid jerks of her legs. Every tug drove the pole further up her body as her arms spasmed uselessly against her belly, as if the motion would stop the bollard's violent trip. The grinding within her hurt so much the escape artist could barely think, the noises she was making were purely a function of the bollard compressing her lungs. Her knees sank lower and lower, till eventually they touched the ground, causing Leah to pause for a moment.

She stepped back, admiring what she had accomplished. Her eyes traced over the smaller girl’s form, who was now fully trapped on the pole. The bully knew if she stopped now Harriet would be stuck, the girl's twitching arms and legs a clear indication she was finished and in no condition to free herself. But Leah wasn’t. If anything this was just the start of her plan. As the clicks of phone cameras erupted around her the bully approached once more. She placed a hand on each of the trapped girls' hips, and smiled.

“Ready?” she whispered to Harriet, who’s eyes seemed to be begging for Leah to stop. But there was not a shred of mercy in the bully’s body. With a powerful shove Leah drove Harriet down the pole completely. Gargling and sputters erupted from Harriet’s limps, soon followed by the glistening and wet head of the concrete bollard.

“Tada” Leah called aloud to nobody in particular as she stood up. The crowd was transfixed, silent now as they realized what the massive girl had achieved. But again, Leah wasn’t done, so she walked over to the pile of locks  and ropes that had been on the ground the entire time, ready to now actually lock up this ‘escape artist.’ She selected three of the locks, bringing them back to her victim. “So… Do I win?”

The question was in jest, and Harriet could only watch as Leah brought the lock up to her face, hooking the latch over her lips. Then, with a gut tearing force Leah pulled down. Harriet was dragged down, bunching up against the shackle as she crumpled like a wrapper around a candy bar. The act ground the girl further against the concrete, leaving it wet and dripping till the tip of the lock’s latch slipped past her rear.

Click

With a sudden clarity Harriet understood her tormentor's plan, but was forced to experience it two more times.

Click Click

“There” Leah commented, as she pulled her victim back up the pole, the metal locks grating against the concrete. The crumpled up roll of a girl popped off the top of the pole, looking more like a scrunched up piece of fabric than a girl. The only indication of Leah’s new toy being anything but were the arms and legs hanging from the bundle, recognizable but uselessly hanging about. The crowd around the two could only watch in rapt fascination as they realized they could see straight through the poor girl. Harriet’s form tried to recover from the torment, but the locks not only trapped her in place but their weight was keeping her stretched out as well.

“So what do you think?” Leah asked the crowd, “Is this enough?” There were some murmurs, but most were transfixed, almost excited to see what Leah could do. Nobody had gone this far before her, and most could recognize the mischievous grin that was plastered over her lips. The bully was smiling, and she did in fact have one more trick. Her fingers curled around and through Harriet, muscles clenching as she tensed. 

“What is going on here?” a strong male voice rang out, and the crowd parted to let Principal Dale through. The tall, burly man came straight up to Leah, singling out the bully as the most likely source of the trouble. “I have students telling me that you are bullying Harriet again”

“Again?” Leah responded innocently, although she couldn’t remember the last time she had bullied the rubbery girl. If anything today’s demonstration showed Leah that she should be bullying this girl more, if nothing else.

“Yes, again. Now where is she?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Leah responded innocently. She realized with a shock that he didn’t recognize the rubber girl in her hand. “Harriet already left for the day.”

“What?” he didn’t seem to believe her. Quickly, before anyone gave her away Leah closed out the conversation.

“Yeah, she already left. Hopped on the bus and everything,” Leah responded, trying to hide the smile. She had to resist hiding the ring in her hand as well, but the second the bully tried that the illusion would be over. The lie seemed to work, and the principal seemed lost in what to do.

“Right… But if I find out that you have been lying, there will be trouble.” With that he was gone, leaving Leah and Harriet to finish their little game.

With a smile she angled her body, aiming high, her eyes transfixed on a target. Leah knew the perfect target, her eyes picking it out among the clouds. The world around Harriet swam and flew and she was flung forward until suddenly she was airborne. The heavy locks dragged her high into the air as she soared upward.

She flew past the schools first floor, then the next, arching at the pinnacle of her bullies throw. Then something collided inside her, and the girl was falling. A pole was rising within her before Harriet felt herself collide with something soft. Then once more she fell, a rope grinding against her as the school’s flag rose above her. Finally she met the ground.

Oohs and Awws echoed through the crowd, followed by the sounds of dozens of phone cameras going off. Nobody came to her aid though, and as time went on the crowd slowly started to disperse. Eventually she was all alone. She tried to move but the locks held firm. Harriet had been bested. Even if she escaped the locks, which she could barely even reach, she was still trapped at the bottom of a two story pole. There she sat till the sun started to set, when the school's janitor went to lower the flag for the night. Hope had filled the trapped girl as he came, but he didn’t recognize the strange contraption at the bottom of the pole. It would only be the next day that she would be saved, when one of her friends found her that way, but she would never live the moment down.