John distractedly swiped away at the game in front of him, and it wasn't just that Cassie's dumb phone game was mind-numbingly boring.  John had been completely enraptured by Cassie's story of being a poster in the school play.  The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't just a matter of being invested in the events, but rather a matter of being aroused.  He wasn't sure why, but thinking about Cassie's flattened, immobile body turned him on like nothing else.  Ever since their waiter interrupted them before Cassie got to tell her other story, he had been thinking about what could have happened.  As his mind wandered, he used up the last move he had in the game.
    "Hey, that was my last life in Confectionery Crash!" Cassie shouted indignantly.  "I thought you were supposed to be good at video games..."
    "Oh, I was just distract-" John paused and looked at Cassie, who had wrapped her arms around him as they sat on Cassie's couch, "I do not suck at video games."
    "Well," Cassie responded playfully, "you did just use up the life of the great and powerful Queen Cassandra.  This is an offense I shan't take lightly."
    John decided he couldn't stand it any more.  He had to know what happened.  "Hey, so, that story you were about to tell."
    "Hush," interrupted Cassie.  She shifted her position so that she was straddling him.  "You know," she started in a haughty fake accent, "The Great Cassandra will not be trifled with in such a way without proper punishment."  Her eyes were filled with lust as she said this.  She finally had an excuse to enact what she had been planning ever since her fourth day as John's pin-up.  Sure, it had been fun to be a plaything, but she had found herself missing the good old days of her flirtation reign, when she had the power in their relationship.  "Unfortunately," she continued, "I forgot to bring my waterboarding equipment."
    "Oh yeah?" John said, intrigued.
    "Don't worry, I have the perfect alternative," responded Cassie with a devious smile.  She slowly got up and walked out of the room.  "Be right back, prisoner," she uttered before exiting the room.  A brief moment after her graceful, seductive exit, he heard her stomping around the house, clearly in a rush to get what she needed without letting the mood die.
    John's heart began to beat erratically as he began to imagine what sort of fun was about to happen.  Cassie didn't keep him in suspense for long.  She reentered the door, holding a thick straw in her hand and wearing her nothing at all.  She gave a sly smile, and John was completely helpless to respond.
    "Put this in your mouth," she commanded as she handed John the straw.  She was still keeping up her act as she shoved him onto his back on the couch.  He complied, and she gave him a quick wink before turning around.  John had a couple moments to admire her ass; it's round, inviting shape seemed to call to him to get closer to it.  To John's delight, Cassie slowly lowered it to his face.
    Cassie purred as she planted herself on John's face.  As she pushed herself down onto him, she felt crotch squish to conform to the features of his face.  She let out a happy sigh as she felt the pressure on her womanhood, the feeling only enhanced by her domination of her new boyfriend.  John, too, was in bliss.  It was like being smothered by a soft, hot, sexy pillow (though his straw allowed him to breath through his mouth).  
    Cassie let out a sigh and said, "You make a pretty comfy seat, buddy.  I might just have to prolong this torture all night long."  To emphasize the her last three words, she bounced on top of John's face with a force that might cause some pain or discomfort to normal people.  "You see," Cassie explained as she continued to gyrate on her new seat, "when my body is particularly... hot... I get even squishier than normal.  But, I suppose you could already tell that..."
    John's only response was to moan in delight under her weight.
    "Now, you wanted to know about that story that that guy interrupted.  Well, I guess I can let you in on it since we're going to be here for a while..."

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    Amanda and Cassie had been given an errand near the end of the school day, and they were walking down the hall together.  Figuring that class would get out before they could make it back to the room, they decided to wait outside the gym.  There was a pep rally going on, but they didn't want to walk in and interrupt something important.
    "Are you as excited as me for the game tonight?" Amanda asked.
    "You bet!" replied Cassie with a huge, excited smile.  "I've been to every game so far! Nothing will halt my record! NOTHING!" she continued as she reached her critical mass of excitement.  "I'm so excited I could dance-" she exclaimed as she immediately tripped over her own feet, falling flat on her face.
    All Amanda could say was, "Nice."
    Before Cassie could respond she heard the bell ring.  The door almost instantaneously swung open, and a torrential flood of people stormed out.  Completely unaware of their surroundings in their haste to get out of school, the crowd quickly trampled Cassie into the floor, flattening her in seconds.  Of course, the crowd lasted more than a few seconds.  At first, the huge mass of students went quickly, but the crowd eventually slowed down as people stopped in the middle of the doorway, and on top of Cassie, in order to chat with each other.  With each step of the careless students, Cassie felt herself get thinner and wider, unable to do anything about it.  Amanda simply stepped aside to watch the students go by.  Being Cassie's friend for years, she was used to this.  After a few minutes the crowd finally dispersed and Amanda finally got a look at her friend  
    The first thing she noticed was that Cassie's ass was fatter than normal.  Then she noticed that Cassie's entire body was bigger than normal.  As it would seem, the force of hundreds of feet stomping on her repeatedly had not only flattened the poor senior, but spread her out to twice her normal width.  She was face down on the floor, with her arms pressed up against her sides and her legs together.  The toes of her feet were touching, leading to her body having a triangular shape with a head at the top.
    "Huh.  At least those people were pretty thorough with squishing you.  Looks like you pretty much kept your proportions.  I was expecting a blob," Amanda remarked as she bent down to take a closer look at her friend.  "Well, better get you off there."
    She had a hard time peeling Cassie off the floor, but after enough scratching she finally got her fingernails under the top of her head.  As she peeled Cassie's face off of the floor, Cassie's pitiful visage was revealed.  Her big, round, puppy-dog eyes looked up at Amanda before the reveal of her mouth.  Her lower lip pouted out to an over exaggerated, almost comical degree, which completely her ultra-pitiful look.  Amanda might have laughed if she had known that Cassie was prone to such over the top expressions.
    "Aw, buck up Cass, this shit happens all the time!  Besides, it's the weekend, it's not like we have anything- Oooooohh.  The game."
    Cassie's expression was a legitimate portrayal of her emotions.  Of all the rotten luck, after all the games she just barely managed to get to, all her effort to maintain a perfect attendance would be ruined.  There was no way she could make it now...
    "Oh, I got an idea!" exclaimed Amanda.  Cassie let out an excited squeal before Amanda quickly finished peeling her off the floor and crumpling her into her purse.
    After arriving home, she unfolded Cassie into her bathroom.  Inspired by her friend's still pouting face, Amanda quickly got to work.  She plugged in her trusty hair straightener and turned to Cassie.  "This may be a bit warm, but trust me."  Cassie thought her hair was straight enough, so she wondered what Amanda was up to.
    Hoping that her plan would work, Amanda clamped the hot hair straightener onto Cassie's body.  The thinned out girl let out a muffled "eep" as Amanda dragged the clamp across Cassie's body.  To her joy, the results of her experiment were a success.  Cassie's body had spread even further into the direction that she had pulled the straightener.  Amanda gleamed.  "Perfect!" she said as she continued to apply the straightener to Cassie.
    As Cassie felt herself get spread out even more, she wondered how this could possibly help.  She trusted her friend, but she had no clue how being spread out further could possibly help.  She tried letting out a few confused mumbles, but Amanda was too focused and far away to hear her.  Her train of thought was suddenly cut off by Amanda putting her head in the straightener.  She seemed to spend an even longer time spreading out her head than the rest of her body, past the point where Cassie started feeling dizzy.  She continued to squish and rub Cassie's head for minutes, before finally giving a sigh of exhaustion and holding Cassie up to the mirror.
    It took a bit for Cassie's sight to get adjusted, but when she did she was startled.  She knew she was being held by Amanda, but instead of her body, she just saw a flag of the school colors.
    "Like it?" Amanda said eagerly, almost as though she was waiting for a response.  "I knew we couldn't get you any less thin, so I thought, hey, maybe getting you more thin would work!  And that's how I came up with this!  You were already wearing the school colors, so I just turned you into a banner!"
    Cassie wanted to let out a sigh of realization, but found that her face had been squished so much that she couldn't even let out the tiniest of noises.
    "Oh, and sorry about squishing your face so much, but I needed to make sure you weren't recognizable.  Now, let me just make you a bit more like a banner and we'll be all set to go!  I'm so excited this worked!" Amanda finished with a squeal.  Using her amazing arts and crafts skills, she cut out felt letters that spelled out the schools name.  After almost forgetting what material she was dealing with and nearly sewing the letters into her, Amanda glued the letters onto Cassie.
    Despite being flattened, spread out, and used like an art project, Cassie was overjoyed.  She only wished there was any way to physically express her happiness.  Amanda managed to get front row seats to the game that night, and she and her friends helped keep Cassie on display all game, though they had no clue they were holding up their own classmate.  Cassie even got a few complements on how good she looked from some cute boys, some of whom got a bit curious when the banner they were complimenting seemed to be blushing.  Even though it took a few days for Cassie to get to normal after such a squishing, she was at least happy her streak wasn't broken.

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    "Mmm, so how was it, slave?" Cassie asked as she subtly double checked to make sure John could still breath under her.  By this point, Cassie had pushed herself down so much that she had practically engulfed his head with her crotch.  Trying not to be the first to finish in their highly sexual act, she had slowed her gyrating significantly.  
    John moaned in unrelenting pleasure within his own personal Cassie face mold.  Begging for release, he twitched his legs in hopes that she would finally push him over the edge, as his words were not audible enough to reach her.
    "Awww, can someone- ah- not handle the pressure?  What kind- ah- of throne can't handle a bit of pressure?"  She managed to finish her sentence while stifling a gasp.  Bending over, she reached for John's member to finally free it from it's clothy prison.  Unzipping his pants and sliding off his underwear, she firmly grasped Little Johnny.  A mere two seconds after touching it, it exploded, as John loudly moaned and shot his seed on Cassie face before she could aim it away.
    "Gah! S-such insole-ah-nce!  I'll have to give you-ah- fitting punishment!"  Cassie started to vigorously bounce on her throne, but she didn't last long either once the going got tough.  Releasing herself all over John's face, she cried out loudly, afterwards thinking about how lucky she was that her mom wasn't home.  They mutually reveled in the afterglow, sitting and laying dumbfoundedly at their pleasure.  
    As the sexual pleasure slowly faded from their minds, they both thought of how lucky they were to have found each other.  
    Suddenly, Cassie lifted herself up.
    "I didn't get any in your, eye did I?"
    "No. You?"
    "Nope."
    With that Cassie quickly sat back down on her lover.
    "Well," she began, trying to regain her role playing accent, "A real gentleman always allows ladies to go first.  If I'm to make you a productive member of society, it looks as though I'll have to discipline you all night!"
    John accepted his just punishment with open arms.