After a long day of brewing potions, casting spells, and other witch associated activities, The Witch Queen plopped down into her favorite chair for a well deserved rest.  As she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back, she used her powers to create a pair of translucent purple hands at the bottom of the chair.  Using her own hands to puppet the conjured ones, she removed her shoes and began massaging her feet.  She let out another sigh of contentment.

    Though living in a cave was a great way to avoid (most) unwanted interactions, it wasn't exactly ideal living conditions for a human.  Recently, the Queen had been having a lot of trouble with the hardness and unevenness of the cave's floor causing her all sorts of podiatry problems.  Wearing heels didn't help the situation, but it was either that or walk around on the hard floor barefoot.

    "I really should do something about this floor thing, but I'm just so busy," she said, having no financial, personal, or familial obligations to anyone.

    After sitting and massaging herself for a few minutes, she decided that the best course of action would be to get drunk.  She stood up and made her way over to an inconspicuous wall of the cave.  With a wave of her hand, the wall crumbled away into a flurry of sparkles, revealing the true treasure of The Witch Queen: a massive wine rack.  After brief consideration, she used her powers to grab a random bottle from the rack without even looking at it and brought it to her hand.  As she re-concealed her stash of alcohol, she suddenly heard a faint grunt from inside her cave.

    The Queen instantly got into a battle stance and scanned the room.  She was prepared to squash anyone who dared to interrupt her wine time.  Suddenly, she heard the grunt again, only this time it appeared to be coming from... her hand?

    Perplexed, the Queen brought the bottle up to her face.  Pressed against the inside surface of the bottle were the mashed up features of a young woman.  Her cheeks were squished inward on her mouth, causing her lips to be puckered up and pressed into the glass in an inescapable kiss.  Her eyes gave off the impression that she was a combination of confused and angry, probably a mix of emotions she felt when she was initially stuffed in the bottle and her current emotion from still being stuck inside.  Above her face, her ginger locks could be seen, and they gave the impression that her hair was quite long and wavy.  On the bottom side of the bottle, her boobs, partially covering by a pelt bra, could be seen pressed against the glass, revealing the third most impressive rack in the Queen's cave.  Turning the bottle showed that the woman wasn't wearing much else when she got squished into her latest residency.

    "...You aren't wine," the Queen said with disdain.

    "Hhhrrrnngh!"  The bottled woman replied angrily.

    The Witch Queen looked confusedly at the bottle.  She knew that this was almost certainly her doing, but for the life of her she couldn't remember when this happened.  "Hmm," she said, "I can't seem to remember you at all. Mind reminding me when we met? Maybe give me a name, backstory, why you apparently wronged me?"

    "Hhhrrrgh mmm rrrrggh mmmph mmm!"  It was clear that the woman was incapable of forming words in this state, but the Queen liked having her fun.

    "Ah, nice to meet you again Miss Mmm.  I hate to say it but I still don't remember you, which can mean one of a few things.  One, you've been in that bottle for so long that I've forgotten about you.  Two, I was so drunk when I defeated you that I can't even remember doing it.  Or three, you were so unremarkable and forgettable that I simple couldn't be bothered to remember you.  Frankly, I don't even know which option is more pathetic."

    This sent the bottled woman into a fit of what sounded like insults.  She thrashed about, causing the bottle to jiggle slightly in the Queen's hand, much to her amusement.  

    The Queen turned the bottle to the side that had the woman's crotch and noticed a large wet stain on her loins.  "Oh come on, I'm sure it hasn't been all bad!  In fact, I'd say it looks like you've been enjoying yourself in there!  That pressure feels pretty good in the right spot, doesn't it?"  The Witch Queen teased.  She turned the bottle back to the face side and noticed that the bottled woman was blushing.

    "Thought so," the Queen said smugly.  Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea.  "Hey, I'm actually very glad I found you.  I have a special project that I need your help with!  I'll even let you out of the bottle if you agree to help!  Of course, if you would rather stay in there for a while longer-"

    "Mmmmph! Mmmph!" the bottled woman exclaimed excitedly.

    The Queen smiled menacingly.  "Excellent.  Let's get started then..."

    With a flick of her wrist, the Queen magically popped the cork off of the woman's prison.  She then proceeded to use her powers to pull the woman out of the bottle.  Even with the use of magic, it required a bit of effort to pull her out.  After a bit of twisting and muffled squeaks from the bottled girl, the Queen finally yanked hard enough to get some of her out of the bottle.  The woman's body slowly emerged from the tight space of the bottleneck, only to widen again once it was out of the tight space.  The woman moaned as she was extruded from the bottleneck, feeling relieved to be in a more open space and turned on as the extra tight squeeze slid along her body.

    The last of the woman exited the bottle accompanied by the loud popping sound of air rushing into an empty container.  It was then that the woman noticed that her body, despite being freed, retained the shape of the bottle she had been stuck in.

    "Oh dear, looks like you've been in there long enough for that to be your default shape," the Queen said mockingly.

    The woman's eyes widened.  "Wh-wha-?  Doesh dat mean I'm shtuck like dish?" she said through her still crushed lips.

    "Don't worry, you won't be stuck like that for much longer..." the Queen replied as she levitated the crumpled up woman to the center of the room and toward the ceiling.  The Queen then took a deep breath, preparing herself for something.

    "Whad are y-" the bottle woman tried to say.

    Suddenly, the Witch Queen yelled like a judo master as she swiftly brought her arm down toward the floor.  In an instant, the bottled woman crashed into the floor, causing her to splatter into a flat splotch of tan goop.  The woman only had enough time to squeak in surprise before she felt her body spread across the floor and stuck to it like discarded gum.  The feeling was amazing, the woman had to admit.  Her time spent in the bottle had been pretty sexually stimulating, but after spending so much time in the bottle this was a welcome change (despite being reduced to even less of a person than she was in the bottle).

    The Witch Queen smiled at the splatter on the ground.  "Now, you may be stuck like this for quite some time," she mused at the pile of mush.  "But first, let's widen you out a bit..."  The Queen then summoned one of her favorite magical instruments: her trusty giant rolling pin.  Without further delay, the Queen began rolling out the splattered girl.  All the Queen had to do was idly wave her hand around for the glowing purple roller to mercilessly smash the helpless pile of mush on the floor.  Every roll caused her body to spread out some, and with each spread the girl felt the pleasure increase.  Her body got mixed in on itself as it was crushed, causing every part of her body to be just as sensitive as any other part.  She was in bliss as the Queen reduced her to  uniform smear on the ground.

    The Witch Queen always found this part of her job to be oddly satisfying.  Watching what was probably once a proud warrior woman being reduced to paint on the ground in front of her was quite the joy.  She smiled as she meticulously smeared the woman around the floor, covering as much area as she could while passing over already flattened areas for fun.  It was sort of satisfying in the same way that coloring is satisfying.

    It was perhaps too much fun for the Queen, as she eventually realized that she should probably stop.  The poor flattened girl was now had the faintest hint of transparency through most of her body, allowing the Queen to see the floor through her.  She was also spread to cover most of the room.  Her arousal was just as extreme as her squashing, but she was completely immobile at this point and had no way of expressing it.

    "Ah, finally, now maybe my feet won't be so sore all the time," the Queen said as she resolutely stepped onto the smudge of a woman.  Contrary to the softest she expected to feel, the Queen felt the same hardness as before.

    "Wh- Oh come now.  Did I smash you too thin?" asked the Queen forlornly, realizing all too late that she had gone overboard with the crushing.  The woman was now so thin that she didn't provide any cushion at all.  The Queen sighed to herself at her own failing.  She knew it was her fault, but decided it would be more fun to blame the woman instead.

    "God, you really are worthless, aren't you?" she asked the smear as she tapped her foot on it, "You were too pathetic to be a warrior, and now you're so useless that you don't even make a good carpet.  I hope you're proud of yourself, because now all you are is a stain on my floor.  I'm not even sure how to get such an unsightly stain out of a cave floor!  Ugh!"  All the woman below the Queen could do was listen to her rant and feel the pressure of being crushed.

    The Queen let out a beleaguered sigh.  "Well, at least it was fun crushing you.  Maybe I'll just do more of that... Yeah, that sounds fun."  And so, the Witch Queen resumed rolling over the woman to the point of excess.  By the time the Queen was done with this round, the woman was even more transparent.  She was now embedded into the stone of the cave floor after being crushing so thoroughly.  If she was a stain before, she was now more like a faint residue, like the aftermath of a drink that was spilled and left in the sun for a day.  No one but the keenest of people-squishers would be able to tell that this coloration on the floor used to be a person, and that's just how the Witch Queen liked it.

    The Queen smiled down at her handiwork.  "Ah, that looks much better, though I think I still preferred the old look of this floor.  Maybe over the next few weeks I'll slowly keep rolling you until there's so little left of you that I can't see you anymore... Oh, I just realized, I never actually got your name!  Oh well, I think I like it like that."  The woman in the floor could hardly even register what the Queen was saying; she was way more focused on the light headed bliss of being mashed into almost nothingness.  

    Once the Queen had finished having her fun with her new floor decoration, she sighed to herself.  "As fun as that was, my floor is still too hard to walk on all day.  Oh, the difficulties of being me," she lamented as she trampled over the woman who she had just crushed into an indistinguishable paste.  The Queen then went back to her hidden wine cabinet to get a real bottle of wine to relax.  However, as she was walking back to her chair, another interruption to her peaceful evening occurred.

    "Freeze, witch!" called out the voice of a young woman.

    The Queen let out an exasperated sigh as she turned to meet the intruder.  "Awfully bold, aren't you?" she asked the woman who had jumped out from the shadows.

    "You've crushed your last victim, evil one!" the woman declared proudly.  She seemed to be in her early twenties.  She had pitch black hair that went down past her waist and equally black eyes.  On top of this, she wore a stereotypical witch's outfit consisting of a robe and a large pointed hat, also in black.  She continued, "Now that I've caught you by surprise, you will fall victim to my spells!  I assure you, though I may not be as old as you, my magic is ten times more powerful!  You will fall before the might of I, Beatrice the Mighty, and my companion, Illia the Shadow!"  The woman struck a confident pose as she pointed to the Witch Queen.  

    "Dammit Bee, you weren't supposed to reveal that I'm hear!" came another voice from out of sight.  The Witch Queen already suspected that a sneak attack was coming, but it was nice to get confirmation of it.  Normally, she would have crushed the first girl on the spot and then caught the second one when she came out, but she was so entertained by the brash invader that she refrained from immediately dealing with her.

    "So, little one, what do you plan to do to me?" the Queen asked without a hint of seriousness.

    "I plan to do exactly what I said earlier!  Now, freeze!" proclaimed Beatrice.  With an overly theatrical grunt, she conjured a small ball of ice and hurled it with all her might at the Queen.  It lazily traveled in a winding path as it headed for where the older witch was standing.  "Once you get hit by that, you'll be frozen solid!" yelled the younger witch in premature triumph.

    The Queen rolled her eyes as the ice ball slowly approached her.  Once the ball was within arm's reach, the Queen effortlessly flicked the ice ball back in the direction of Beatrice.  The tap of the Queen's finger caused the ball to return to its sender at ten times the speed.  Beatrice only had enough time to gasp in utter shock before the spell hit her.  Upon contact, the ice instantly coated her body from head to toe, freezing her in place.  The ice formed a layer about an inch thick around her, leaving her unable to move a muscle.  She was left in a state of disbelief at her own powerlessness as she viewed the Witch Queen through her icy bondage.

    Illia also gasped in shock at this turn of events.  Unfortunately for her, this gasp was enough to reveal her location to the Queen.  Illia decisively leaped from the shadows to attack, but the Queen already knew her position and cast a spell at her.  As Illia landed close to the Queen, she noticed something was wrong; her left hand and foot weren't where they were supposed to be.  She looked to her left and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.  Her arm and leg were stretched out to a ridiculous extent, and her hand and foot were still at her previous hiding place.  Before Illia could even fully grasp what was happening she felt her other arm and leg stretch out to about the same length.

    The Witch Queen smiled menacingly at the confused girl.  She was a young elf, fair-skinned with short blonde hair, and deep blue eyes.  The sneaky assailant was thin and limber even before being stretched, so the Queen figured that it would be fun to make her even taller and skinnier.

    "Tsk tsk.  Did you two novices honestly think you could compete with me?  How absurd," the Queen gloated while using her magic to pull the elf's limbs further away from her center of mass.

    "Hhhrrnngh!" Illia grunted, "D-Damn it..."  She felt a strange mixture of discomfort and relaxation as her arms and legs were pulled like taffy.  "Let us go, witch!" she said defiantly.

    "Oh, but how could I let go of such an adorable specimen?" replied the Queen.  Walking close to the elf, she patronizingly grabbed one of her cheeks and tugged on it.  This playful tug quickly turned into a full on pull, resulting in the Queen stretching the side of the girl's face outward to about four times the length a normal face would reasonably stretch.  Satisfied with that outcome, the Queen grabbed Illia's other cheek and stretched it out too, causing all of her features to widen out.  Illia let out a strange moaning noise which was a mixture of humiliation, tension, and her mouth being pulled outward.

    While playing with her new toy, the Witch Queen suddenly had a bright idea.  "Ooh, I just had an amazing idea!  I was going to absorb you and keep the little magician as a statue, but I think I have a better use for you.  The Queen stepped away from Illia, giving her a brief break from the stretching for only a brief second before she felt the pulling sensation across her entire body.  The Queen had her hands together, but began to slowly spread them apart.  Illia could see where this was going, and she writhed her torso back and forth to try to break out of it.  However, her struggling stopped once she realized just how good it felt.

    Getting magically pulled outward was like a nice morning stretch right after waking up, only it got increasingly more intense with each passing second.  More than this, though, was the sensation of her womanhood getting stretched out.  Illia felt her sensitive region gradually increase in surface area, increasing the amount of space that got her aroused.  As her body was pulled, she also thinned out like any good elastic object would.  She noticed that parts of her had stopped getting pulled and realized that the Queen was stretching her into a certain shape.  After a bit more stretching, Illia hardly even cared that she was being extruded into a thin sheet of her former self, or even that the Queen had deftly stripped her of her light armor.

    The Queen giggled to herself as she watched the impudent elf's features extrude unevenly outward.  All it took was a few minutes of stretching to reduce the once confident elven rouge to a thin square of material with an elf-like pattern on it.  As entertaining as it was to stretch the girl out, the Queen stopped herself.  After all, she didn't want to make the mistake of making her rug too thin twice in one day.  Keeping her new furniture in the air, she walked over and felt it.  Illia's body had a unique feel to it, not unlike the satisfying feeling of massage someone's tense muscle.  Digging her fingers into the elf, the Queen could feel the girl relax a little bit, but not enough to cause her to become unstretched.  The Queen then heard a high-pitched squeak from the top of the rug and realized that she had been rubbing Illia right in her womanhood.

    The Queen was content with the result.  "Mmmm, you'll make a great new floor," she purred as she gently laid the rug formerly known as Illia onto the ground.  The Queen then proceeded to walk all over Illia, over-exaggerating her steps and grinding her feet into her whenever possible.  This sent constant jolts of pleasure throughout Illia's body.  Despite being literally trampled by her enemy, her physiological response was orgasmic bliss.  The Queen was happy with the result too.  "Ah, much nicer to walk on than the last one!  And it covers up most of that nasty stain I left from earlier!"

    Suddenly, the Queen heard a dull thud from across the room.  She looked over to see Beatrice, lying on the floor, still encased in ice.  It didn't take much to deduce that Beatrice had wiggled around until she knocked herself over in an attempt to shatter the ice surrounding her.  Unfortunately for her, the ice was too thick to be shattered this way.  Cold and defeated, Beatrice moved her eyes upward as the Witch Queen approached her frozen body.

    "Trying to escape, hmm?  You should have thought of an escape plan before entering, you know," teased the Queen.  "You know, I think it's finally time to have a drink.  Would you like some too?"

    The Queen smiled wickedly as she tapped the surface of the ice.  Beatrice immediately felt a tingling sensation crawl along her body.  Then, she felt a sensation throughout her body that could only really be described as becoming more formless.  She soon realized that the Queen had cast a unique form of magic on her: a melting spell.  As she felt her body go from solid to liquid, Beatrice couldn't help but to give in to the pleasure of her body going from completely frozen to being able to move around itself.  However, she still felt the ice around her.  She briefly thought about how advanced the Queen's magic must be to preserve the ice but melt her inside, but then the Queen approached and interrupted her thoughts.

    "Bottoms up," was all the Queen said, holding a bottle of wine in her hand.  With a finger, she quickly melted a small hole in the icy layer around Beatrice, then poured the bottle of wine into the hole.  Beatrice immediately felt the effects of the alcohol; apparently the fastest way to get drunk was to get melted and absorb the alcohol into your melted body.  Her head got fuzzy, and a few seconds later she had given into her primal instincts entirely, mentally screaming in joy at the amazing feeling of being melted.

    Little did Beatrice know, things were about to get a whole lot more intense.  The Queen resealed the hole she made in the ice and began levitating the encased, goopy, wasted girl.  "Sorry, but I like my drinks shaken, not stirred," the Queen said.  She then waved her arm back and forth, vigorously shaking the ice sculpture as well as the liquid inside.  Beatrice quickly felt herself get completely mixed up, causing a homogeneous feeling of sexual bliss and intoxication across her entire body.  After a few minutes of shaking, the Queen finally put her down.  Peering into the ice, all the Queen could see was a skin-tone liquid sloshing around inside, with some black witch clothes floating around.

    The Witch Queen grinned to herself.  She levitated the Beatrice once again, floating her over her head.  "Cheers!" she exclaimed, finally melting the ice and causing Beatrice to splash on top of her.  As the melted girl made contact with her skin, the Queen absorbed her liquefied body.  As she had done with many other women before, the Queen took in Beatrice in order to preserve her own youth (and to increase her bust size a bit).

    However, an unexpected effect also occurred.

    "Ah shit, that wuz the bess drink I ever had!" she exclaimed obnoxiously to no one in particular.  She burped loudly, then clumsily stumbled back over to her chair, almost tripping on her new rug multiple times.  She eventually made it over to her chair, where she knelt down in front of it, laid her head on the seat, then almost instantaneously passed out.

    Turns out the Witch Queen wasn't all that great at holding her alcohol.