"Wow Rick, it sure looks cool," Amy said as she admired the stage. It was all set up for Rick's band to perform that night. The drums, instruments, and amps were all in place, and Rick had shown Amy how the lights would play out during the show. She was happy for Rick; he was a huge goofball, but she liked him. They had gotten to know each other during a class they had together, when Rick put a whoopie cushion on Amy's seat because, as he put it, "She needed to lighten up a bit." Since then, the two engaged in a back and forth war of pranks, which had been continuously escalating. That is, it was back and forth until a short while before that day. Amy was nailing Rick with prank after prank without retaliating.
"I'm saving it up for something big, so you had better do whatever you want with me before I unleash this next prank," he had told her one day as he stepped out of the pool he had been pushed into by Amy. And so, Amy, being the opportunist that she was, had been picking on him mercilessly ever since. It was all in good fun of course, but at this point Amy was really starting to wonder what he was planning on doing to get back at her.
"But it's missing something, isn't it?" Rick snapped Amy out of her reverie. "Like, a center piece. Something on the stage."
"What do you mean?" Amy really had no clue.
"Well, I was thinking I would have our bands logo on the center of the stage-"
Amy interrupted, "Ah, the Rolling Stones did a thing kinda like that once."
"Yeah," Rick replied, slightly irked, "But it's not gunna be like the Rolling Stones. It's gonna be us, the Tumbling Rockers!"
"...Yeah, whatever you say," Amy said as she eyed him skeptically. "So what does the logo look like?"
"It's great, I came up with it myself," Rick beamed. "It's like, this huge pair of lips-"
"Like the Rolling Stones."
"No, not quite my dear, sweet Amy, it's like a pair of closed lips, and they have a little smirk-kinda thing going on."
"Oh, ok, gotcha buddy," Amy said in a tone that mimicked sincerity. "So what kind of music do you play."
"We play rock music, with kind of a 60s vibe-"
"So like the Rolling Sto-"
"NO AMY NOT LIKE-"
"Well, it doesn't help that your name is Rick Bagger."
Rick strung together a series of syllables that resembled words before taking a deep breath and calming down. "I want to show you something in the middle of the stage Amy."
Amy followed after him with a smirk.
"Ok, I just need you to stand in the middle of the stage, look up, and give me a look like that stupid one on your face right now," Rick instructed.
"Why?"
For the first time in a while Rick seemed flustered, "Well, I, uh, want you to be the logo."
"Wait, what?" Amy shot back.
"Well, the lips I had in mind, were, uh, yours, basically, and I want to get this thing just right."
"So you want to use my lips for your logo?"
"Yep," he stated earnestly, "Just sort of think of it as payment for all the times you got to prank me without me doing anything back."
Amy was confused at first. Amy often found herself having to read between the lines with Rick. Sometimes his passion got the better of him and he would forget to say things. After a bit of pondering, Amy realized that what he must have meant was that he wanted to take a picture of her lips and then use them as a model or something like that.
"Welp, I guess it's a fair enough trade. Sure, I'll be your logo!" She said it warmly and sincerely. After all, it was something so minor for all the crap she had made him put up with.
"Awesome! I'll go up to the rafters to get ready!"
"Uh, why the rafters? Better lighting?"
"...I guess you could say that."
Rick ran off backstage. Amy felt a warmth inside her as she thought about the situation. Being a nerdy girl, she didn't really go out much, so she didn't get much attention from the opposite sex. The thought that Rick had especially picked her out for her lips... Well, it was a bit strange, but she felt like it was just his weird way of complimenting her.
"Ok, ready up here!" Amy looked up to see Rick on the catwalk above her with a particularly large sandbag next to him. "Give me the look!"
"Alright, I'm ready down here!" Amy yelled back up at him as she gave a confidence smirk.
"OK, three, two, one!" And with that, Rick cut the rope suspending the sandbag above the stage.
Amy, completely surprised by the act, had no time to react before the heavy sandbag landed on her with a huge thud.
Rick was already running back down to stage to see his handiwork. He shoved over the sandbag with a heave to see what had become of Amy.
Though he had expected what had happened, it was still surprising to see. Viewed from a point directly above her, Amy looked almost the same as when Rick was on the catwalk. Her face still had the same smirk, although her eyebrows had raised slightly, as though someone took her picture the moment a bunch of friends popped out for a surprise party. Her face was framed by other parts of her body; her shoulders at her sides, her boobs below her chin, and her butt above her head.
Viewed from any other angle, Amy's current problem was clear. The force of the sandbag landing on Amy's face had squished her body as though there was nothing but air between the her face and the skin on the soles of her feet. Indeed, Amy had gone from an unimpressive 5 feet 5 inches to a less (or more) impressive 1 millimeter.
"Wow, you really turned out great so far! I just want to thank you so much for helping me with this, it means a lot," Rick said as he bent down to get a closer look at his friend.
Amy tried to speak, but only muffled noises came out of her mouth. She tried moving, but couldn't move a muscle. She felt like she was in the tightest space she had ever been in, and she had been stuffed in a band locker before. Utterly bewildered, Amy continued to make noises in an effort to get Rick's attention.
Rick noticed her "mmfs" and spoke, "Oh, I see, you want to see how you look now! Let me get a mirror."
Rick soon returned with a small mirror and held it up to Amy's face. Suddenly, everything sort of made sense. While she understood that she now resembled a pancake more than a person, she didn't understand how or why.
"See, it's just like that LiveLeak video I sent you on Facebook where that woman got run over by a steamroller and instead of being a bloody mess she was just like a poster or something!"
Amy hadn't clicked on a LiveLeak link since the first one Rick had sent her, so she really didn't have a clue what he was talking about. What she did know is that she had somehow been flattened like a cartoon character. Keeping a level head, she decided that all she had to do was frankly talk to Rick about how he needed to get her ass back to normal immediately or else she was going to kick his ass.
"Mm-mmm mrm mmmf mmm-mm."
"I know right? Pretty crazy stuff. Anyway, I gotta get the stuff. You're gonna be the best logo ever!"
Amy tried to call after Rick, but he ran out of sight in a rush. As Amy remembered Rick's words, she realized what had went wrong. She assumed that he had meant to take her picture, but he actually wanted to turn her into his logo. Like, physically change her into it. Her eyes would have widened if they were capable.
"I'm back!" Rick called out as he walked back onto stage. "Time for the tedious part I'm afraid," he said as he held a rolling pin in his hand.
He pressed the rolling pin against Amy's mouth and got to work. Going back and forth across her mouth with the kitchen utensil, he slowly spread Amy's mouth bigger and bigger. To Amy, it felt like a really, really strange kiss. Her mouth soon doubled, then tripled, then quadruple in size, until her lips had become bigger than the size of what her face used to be. Amy tried to protest, but Rick's enthusiasm and the rolling pin constantly going over her mouth made it very difficult. Suddenly, Rick ceased his furious rolling.
"Ok, looks like it's time for the next phase," Rick let out a sigh as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He peeled Amy off the stage floor, which gave her a brief moment of reprieve. This would not last, however, as Rick began to easily fold Amy's body with minimal effort. He folded Amy's boobs, her shoulders, and the top of her face backwards, so that one side of her was only her still smug mouth. He then placed her back onto the floor, mouth side up, and went back at it with the rolling pin. Her mouth was spread larger still, as all her other parts underneath got squished closer and closer together.
"Alright, my arms are getting tired," Rick said in an exhausted tone. Amy let out a tiny mumble of relief, until she briefly heard the sound of a small motor start up.
"Good thing I brought my dad's car buffer, huh?"
Rick pressed the buffer hard onto Amy's lips and held down the power button. The buffer was definitely the more efficient instrument, as a mere second of applying it did what about 10 passes of the roller would do. Rick went up and down the huge pair of flat lips that was once a happy-go-lucky, nerdy-yet-cute girl. As he did Amy's body got even more pressed together, until she was sure that not even a blood cell could fit in the gaps between all her body parts that should have never been touching.
The buffer made short work of Rick's project. Rick felt a sense of pride as he looked over his work. Amy now had the widest smile of all her friends, stretching almost from one curtain of the stage to the other. Rick had made sure to preserve the shape of Amy's mouth down to a T, methodically spreading out every square inch of her plump, luscious lips evenly to create an almost exact scale replica. Even the look of the texture was kept as close to possible to Amy's old self.
"Ah, you're so perfect. It's just how I envisioned it. Thank you SO much, really I can hardly believe you so willingly agreed to this!" Rick exclaimed.
All Amy could muster was a single, pathetic squeak.
"That may have been only one syllable, but I'll just go ahead and assume you meant 'you're welcome.' Anyway, I took longer here than I thought, I gotta get ready for the show!" With that, Rick sprinted off stage, leaving Amy alone to think about what had just transpired.
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Rick came back to the stage late that night after the concert.
"Wow, those people were so into us! What a rush!"
Amy didn't bother making a sound, both out of a sense of futility and indignation. Here she was, a successful honors student who got one of the highest grade-point averages in her whole school, now nothing more than a somewhat sexy logo for a band that had just had their first concert. Not only that, but early she had spent the last few hours being stomped on by the very guy who got her into this mess. At least she figured that the whole situation was nearly over.
"Let me tell ya, you looked so good up here. I mean, I was up here too, but trust me, you look really good. Anyway, I gotta pack you up so we can get ready for the next concert!" Rick excitedly said.
As Amy was carefully peeled from the stage and rolled up into a pink tube of herself, she wondered what he meant by next concert.
Rick explained as he took the rolled up girl to his truck, "I didn't tell you this yet, but this talent agent guy loved the show, and he immediately booked us a bunch more shows, back to back! So, since you're such an important part to the whole thing, I thought I'd just keep you like this until the shows get to be less frequent. I mean, what's the point of restoring you if you just get squished again that night, right?"
Amy managed to let out a few squeaks, which Rick mistook for excitement. Walking into the band's newly acquired trailer, he stuffed Amy into a drawer and quickly fell asleep.
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*3 years later*
"Wow, what a night! I can't believe we got to play for 7,000 people! I wouldn't have chosen any other logo for this venue."
Rick peeled his favorite piece of branding off of the stage. Ever since Rick forgot to take Amy with him after a particularly crazy show one night in the early days of his career, Rick had been pressing dedicated groupies into his logo in emergency cases. However, no other girl was quite like Amy, and nothing helped Rick realize that more than when Amy was left on that stage for four months due to busy scheduling.
He paused his usual routine of rolling Amy up to look at her non-mouth side. All that time being stepped on and mashed into tight spaces for storage seemed to have mushed the rest of her body together into a uniform, pasty texture. Even to this day, he admired Amy's dedication to her role in the shows. As she was dangling from being held up, she let out one of her cute little muffled moans, which Rick figured was a sign that she was ready to get back on the road. He finished rolling her up and walked back to the trailer.
Once in the trailer, he opened up his personal filing cabinet to store her until the next trip. After stuffing her tightly between her alphabetically adjacent cabinet-mates and also former girls Abigail and Bailey, he shut the cabinet and fell asleep.