"Ah, it's so great to be walking in the park with my dearest boyfriend while establishing the scene," Cassie said as she walked through the park with her dearest boyfriend while establishing the scene.

    "Agreed," John agreed.

    John and Cassie had been together for a few months now, and things were going splendidly.  The two had the same sense of humor, could enjoy each others interests, and John was great at keeping Cassie out of trouble.  This last point was especially important due to the strange affliction that Cassie had; her body was soft and malleable like clay, allowing her to survive being flattened and crushed like a cartoon character.  This often led to her being in some sort of embarrassing or compromising position, but John was almost always there to help her out of a tight bind (except for the time he intentionally stuffed her into a bottle).

    The two were merrily strolling around outside, enjoying each others company as well as the lovely weather.  Cassie idly hummed a tune as she walked, something she often did when she was feeling particularly content.  However, upon approaching a wall near the outside perimeter of the park, Cassie suddenly stopped her humming and looked pensive.

    John could tell that something was on Cassie's mind.  "What's up sweetie?" he asked, following her gaze to the nearby concrete wall.

    "This wall... I hate it," replied Cassie with contempt.
   
    The wall was nothing special, just a standard gray concrete wall.  John confusedly said, "Hmm.  Looks like a nice wall to me.  What did it ever do to you?"

    Cassie sighed, "Yeah, I guess it wasn't the wall's fault.  Sorry, wall."  She patted the wall on its side, comforting it.  "The one I really hate is my 'friend,'" she said, using air quotes for emphasis, "She left me stuck to this wall for weeks!"

    "That's terrible! What happened?" John replied, concerned but also a bit turned on.  He would hesitate to admit it, but thinking about how helpless and cute Cassie was when she was flat got John a little more than excited.

    "I haven't told you this one?  It's a good one! Weeeeeeell this is a story all about how my li-"

    "No."

    "...Fine, I'll tell it like a normal person."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Back in her sophomore year at college, Cassie met a girl named Veronica.  Veronica was the kind of person who would slave away at whatever she was painting, trying to make it perfect no matter the cost.  The two met when Cassie took a painting class as an elective.  Veronica felt so bad for how terrible Cassie was at painting that she helped Cassie on a project, and the two quickly became friends after that.  A few weeks into their friendship, Cassie noticed that Veronica had been acting pretty under the weather.

    "Yo V-dawg, what's poppin'?" Cassie asked her mopey friend.

    "Well," Veronica started, "There's this art contest to see who can paint the best mural, and I just can't seem to get the inspiration going-"

    "Oh! Oh! Pick me! I'm inspiring!" Cassie bounced up and down and raised her hand.

    "Hah, well, I guess you are pretty inspiring Cassie. I mean, I've never met someone with such an incredible body!"

    "I mean, I am pretty hot."

    "I mean your squishy thing, dummy," laughed Veronica.  Suddenly, Veronica stopped, seeming to realize something.  "Your squishy thing..." she repeated to herself.

    "Is that a light bulb I see over your head?" Cassie said with a smirk, leaning in closer to Veronica.

    Veronica was snapped out of her brief reverie.  "Oh, yeah! Uhhh, wanna meet me by that one wall in the park. You know, the one."

    Cassie's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I know the wall. Am I gonna be a model?!"

    "You sure are Cassie. You sure are..."

    Later that evening, Cassie and Veronica met near that one wall in the park. The place was pretty much deserted.  At this point in time, hardly anyone went to the park.  There simply wasn't anything interesting enough to make anyone want to go there.

    "Ok Cassie, this may sound weird, but I'm gonna need you to get real close to that wall. You gotta know what I'm gonna use as a background for the mural of you. It's like, an artist thing," instructed Veronica.

    Cassie chuckled, "Man, artists are weirdos."  As Veronica instructed, Cassie wore a visually striking outfit.  The outermost piece of clothing was a red jacket that she wore unbuttoned, revealing a white tank top underneath it.  Below this she wore a pair of light blue shorts that may have been a bit too revealing for some people.  It wasn't the fanciest outfit, but Cassie thought it was pretty good for something she cobbled together at the last minute.

    Cassie sauntered up close to the wall.  She planted her Converse clad feet to the ground a few inches away from the wall, getting really into it for comedic effect.  "Hmm, yes, this wall really speaks to me on a spiritual level Veronica.  Very nice," Cassie said dryly.  She turned around as she continued, "So what do you actually wan- oof!"
   
    Cassie felt an unexpected but familiar sensation in the pit of her gut.  She looked down to find out it was literally in her gut.  A rolling pin was being pressed into her, and Veronica was the one holding it!  

    Veronica looked up at Cassie guiltily.  "I'm sorry Cassie, but I really want to win this contest.  You'll only have to be my mural for a little bit."  She bit her lip and pushed the roller up toward Cassie's face.

    "W-Wait a sec!  Can't we talk abou- mmmph!"  Cassie barely had enough time to object before Veronica's surprisingly powerful arms pushed the roller into her, crushing her flimsy body flat within seconds.  Cassie tried to struggle, but that only resulted in her arms and legs getting pinned to the wall at various angles such that none of her limbs were pointing in the same direction.  This, and the fact that her face was stuck in a wide-eyed open-mouthed expression of dumbfoundedness made Cassie blush in embarrassment.  That sensation of being squished flat washed over Cassie's body yet again as she groaned in annoyance.  I can't believe Veronica would do this to me! What the hell, man! She thought to herself.

    Veronica thoroughly pressed her rolling pin across Cassie's entire surface area, making sure that no part of her was left with more than a centimeter of thickness.  Then she went over her again, making sure that Cassie was only the depth of the thin edge of a coin.  Then she went thin as cardboard, then thin as paper.  Cassie cursed her body as she felt herself get reduced thinner and thinner, completely helpless to stop it from happening.  She could tell that her features were already starting to smear around like she was a still-drying finger painting.  The smearing caused her lips to get fuller and her eyes to get wider, as well as causing her assets to appear much more impressive.  Her boobs and butt, being the most naturally squishy parts of her, spread out faster than the rest of her.  Unfortunately for Cassie, this hourglass figure was not what Veronica was looking for.

    "Sorry Cassie, but the mural needs to be abstract, and I can't have anyone recognize you," explained Veronica.  She continued rolling over Cassie, this time being a bit more deliberate in her rolls.  Now that Cassie was in a more workable form, Veronica was able to bring her artistic vision to life.  As she rolled Cassie, she pushed her colors along the wall, twisting and turning along the way to make curves of smeared Cassie.  Veronica was glad that Cassie wore a multicolored outfit so that she had more than just skin-tone to work with.  She was also glad that Cassie's clothes somehow acted just like her body did when it came to flattening. 

    Cassie mentally groaned as she felt her mass spread out along the wall.  Her sense of touch was continually bombarded as more and more of her body made contact with the wall she was now stuck to.  The good thing about this was that it spread out her more sensitive bits, causing immense pleasure in her erogenous zone.  It didn't completely make up for the fact that she was being spread into paste, but it at least made it a lot more tolerable.  Cassie attempted to moan in her smeared out state, both in discomfort and in pleasure, but no sound could be forced through her flattened lips, if one could even call them lips at this point.

    After about 20 minutes of carefully rolling Cassie thinner and wider, Veronica was finally finished with her art project.  Veronica had been so caught up in the creation of the art that she hardly had time to appreciate it until it was finished.  Where there was once an average college student, there was now a collection of abstract smears of white, red, and skin tone.  Cassie's features were wiped away, leaving only an unrecognizable stain on the wall.

    "Wow Cassie, you turned out amazing!  The judges are going to love this!" Veronica said excitedly as she bounced up and down.  She then calmed down a bit when she remembered that she had just reduced one of her friends to an art project.  "S-Sorry again, I promise I'll make it up to you!" Veronica gave her project a smile as she gently touched it with her hand.

    This touch alone would have sent shivers up Cassie's spine if she was capable of shivers or had an intact spine.  A combination of her sense of touch being upped to 11 and her entire body feeling like her sex meant that just the slightest brush could send her over the edge of orgasm in this state.  Being spread out in such an extreme way certainly wasn't comfortable, but the easily excitable Cassie could at least enjoy herself in one way while stuck as a mural.

    "Ok, Cassie, the contest is only a couple of days away, so just stay there until then.  I mean, I guess you don't really have a choice in the matter, but... J-Just stay there!"  Veronica then left Cassie on the wall until the art show.

    What?! The freaking contest isn't even until a couple of days from now? Cassie thought to herself in outrage. When I get down from here, I- Cassie's thought was then cut off by a strong gust of wind, which sent her sensitive body into a tizzy of sensations.  The next two days sort of blurred together for Cassie, her emotions wavering from anger to boredom to resignation to arousal (but usually arousal).

    A modest number of people showed up to the art contest.  Cassie couldn't help but feel slighted by the fact that she had been transformed so drastically for such a meager gathering of people.  Veronica happily stood next to her artwork without a hint of regret or recognition of Cassie as a person.  

    Jeez, she could at least give me a wink! Or a pet... Mmm, a pet would be really nice... Cassie let her mind wander through the process of her being judged.  She caught something about her color palette being "splendid" and her pattern "evoking youthful splendor" and how they wanted to "make her a permanent addition to the park" and-
    
    Wait what?! Cassie snapped back to full consciousness.  Well, good thing Veronica-

    "Y-You really like it that much?" Veronica said in disbelief, her eyes lighting up. "Of course it can stay here! I've always wanted my art to be recognized on such a wide scale!"

    Cassie silently cursed up a storm as Veronica and the judge, who also happened to be the owner of the park, talked about the sentient art installment.  Cassie wasn't able to do a thing as they discussed how Veronica would be paid a few hundred dollars for her excellent work on the mural as well as a plaque showing her ownership of the art.  As the transaction was finalized with a handshake, Cassie whimpered to herself, hoping that Veronica was just messing with her.  This hope was starting to dwindle more and more as the day went on and Veronica still didn't acknowledge Cassie as a living being at all.  The contest soon drew to an end, and Veronica wound up winning.  She posed in front of her mural for a picture and got handed a trophy as a prize.

    A few days later, a plaque was installed next to Cassie's body, showing the world that Veronica was the sole owner of the mural.  Veronica stopped by the wall at night when no one was looking to give Cassie a few quick rolls to keep her stuck, but she never really looked at Cassie like a person again.  Soon, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.  After the continuous rollings, Cassie was unable to restore herself.  She was reduced to a mural for the rest of eternity, nothing but a permanent art fixture on the wall, a mere shadow of her former self.  As the years went on, she would eventually go insa-

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Uhhh, Cassie?" John interrupted Cassie's passionate recounting.

    "What's up?" Cassie replied.
   
    "I don't think that last part happened."

    "What makes you say that?"

    John just stared at Cassie.

    Cassie looked down at herself.  "Oh yeah, good point. Anyway..."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    
    Veronica really did leave Cassie up on the wall as a mural for about a month.  Cassie was fuming for the first week, but the feeling eventually simmered down to a dull rage whenever Veronica dropped by to reapply the pressure.  Apparently the fame had rapidly gone to Veronica's head, so much so that she didn't even care that Cassie was trapped as a multicolored paste on a wall.  Unable to even indicate that she was a person, Cassie had to bear the humiliation of park-goers admiring her all day.  

    Still, being a mural wasn't all bad.  The sexual stimuli were pretty much constantly present, only varying in the intensity.  Her favorite thing was when someone would accidentally brush against her, or when a stray ball would bounce off of her flattened form, or when some hooligans would lean against her for extended periods of time.  Her body would remain in a constant state of arousal, unable to finally conclude the building orgasm that her body desperately wanted to release.  On particularly windy days she would be left at the moment before an intense orgasm for hours before the wind would finally die down and she could collect her thoughts again.  On days like this, would briefly wonder if being stuck in such a state was all that bad after all.

    Of course, all things must eventually come to an end.  One night, when no one else was around, a group of the aforementioned hooligans decided that they wanted something a bit less abstract on what they considered their wall.  Without even asking the permission of the mural, they very rudely spray painted their own art on top of Cassie's paint-like body.  Cassie was pretty angry at first, but then she realized that the spray paint provided constant contact with her body.  She decided that being painted over wasn't so bad moments before her mind was completely lost to the throes of pleasure.

    The next morning, a park worker stumbled upon the mess.  The underpaid worker sighed to herself as she retrieved the park's high-powered pressure washer that was used for graffiti removal.  Without regard for the lovely work of art underneath the spray paint, the worker turned the pressure washer to the highest setting and carelessly sprayed the wall.  Cassie felt the water hit her form like a jackhammer to her G-spot.  She mentally screamed in rapturous pleasure as her entire body was hit by the power of the washer, piece after piece of her reduced to the growing pool of multicolored mush accumulating on the ground.  No other thoughts were present in her mind other than the desire to experience more pleasure.

    After a few minutes that felt like days for Cassie, she had finally been washed off the wall.  The worker just shrugged at the empty wall, not really caring that she just erased the mural that was there.  The worker got a vacuum from the park's supplies which was meant to clean up liquid spills.  The worker sucked up the puddle of Cassie as Cassie reveled in the afterglow of being blasted into a pile of mush.  The worker threw the vacuum back into the park's supply room without cleaning it out and went on with her day.

    Luckily for Cassie, the vacuum wouldn't be used for the next few weeks.  With enough effort (and time to enjoy her liquidy form) Cassie was finally able to restore herself.  She burst out of the vacuum with a triumphant cry and walked out of the park supply room, startling some unsuspecting employees.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "So, yeah. That's how I became a mural," concluded Cassie.    

    "Wow, that was crazy!" John said, trying not to sound too turned on by the story, "So, what ever happened to Veronica?"

    "Well, she wasn't really all that great of an artist, so her career kinda fell apart after that.  Now she works in retail," Cassie said with a shrug.

    "Ah, so I guess she got her just desserts," John replied. 

    "Truly a fate worse than death."

    "Mmhmm," confirmed John.  "Hey, it's getting close to dinner time.  We'd better get to eating, my little art project."

    Cassie raised her eyebrow at John.  "You really liked that, huh?  I bet you would love to turn my into a helpless, goopy mess, wouldn't you?" Cassie teasingly pressed the front of her body into John's, making John blush.

    "Heh, I guess you caught me red handed," John admitted.

    Cassie playfully smirked. "Tell you what. If you can beat me in Smash Bros tonight, I'll let you do whatever you want to me.  If I win, you have to do whatever I want. Deal?"

    "Uh, yeah. Obviously I'm going to take that."

    "I wouldn't be so sure, buddy," Cassie gave John a wink as they walked back home.  Cassie giggled to herself, confident that her Kirby would be able to beat John's Fox easily.