Suzy groggily woke up from a deep slumber.  She looked around, quickly noticing that she did not wake up in her room.  She recognized the place as her friend Gwen's apartment, but everything seemed... off.  Like, really off.  Like, everything was huge.

    Suzy sat up and looked down, noticing that instead of the tile flooring of Gwen's place, she was on a wood surface.  To be specific, she was sitting on a wood table, and the table was about the size of a room.

    "What the hell...?" she asked herself, utterly perplexed.

    "Oh hey, you're finally up!" came a cheery voice booming from above her.  Suzy turned her gaze to see Gwen coming out of the bathroom toward her.  As Gwen walked toward her, she realized that Gwen was also humongous compared to her.  Gwen cheerfully plopped down on the couch in front of the table that Suzy was on and brought her face in close to her tiny compatriot.

    "So. You're proooobably wondering what's going on," Gwen began with a cheerful, nonchalant tone.

    "Uh, yeah! What's happening!? Why is everything huge!?" Suzy busted out, finally fed up with the confusion.

    Gwen clicked her tongue.  "Well, it's actually that you're small. Kinda thought you would have figured that out by now, silly. Anyways, to keep things simple; I'm a witch, aaaaaand I shrunk you."

    This was clearly not a satisfying answer for Suzy.  "...What...? Why...? How?"

    "Well, the how is magic," Gwen stated matter-of-factly.  "The why is because I'm following your advice from the other night. Remember, you gave me that pep talk where you said that we should spend more time together and that I should do more of what I want, so I'm doing both!"  She giggled delightedly.

    "...You... wanted to shrink me...?" Suzy replied.

    "Yes, but that's only step one! Step two is this!" Gwen happily said.  Without further warning, she suddenly leaned further forward and pressed her boobs into the table, directly where Suzy was standing.  The rush of air from the movement knocked Suzy down on her back, and she had only a split second to register what was happening before the giant breasts came crashing down on her.  They were so massive compared to poor Suzy that they felt like a building came crashing down on her.  Well, not as painful as a building actually crashing down on her.  There was a sense of discomfort, of being restrained, of a massive amount of pressure, but their was something enjoyable about it.  Needless to say, her body was squashed flat underneath that amount of pressure.

    Gwen rubbed her tits across the table for good measure before lifting them up, revealing the flattened Suzy underneath.  Suzy's arms were raised in shock and self defense, and her expression conveyed a sense of utter betrayal and surprise.  After all, no one expects one of their closest friends to shrink and crush them with their boobs out of the blue.  Gwen giggled at the pathetic sticker.

    "You see Suzy, you were right about that advice you gave me.  And what I've wanted to do for a while know is have you all to myself, and not just in some weird, abstract sense.  You're mine now.  You belong to me.  My possession.  My toy."  Gwen got closer and closer to the still, crushed form of Suzy, until her lips were practically touching the limp sticker on the table.

    As Gwen's hot breath washed over her, Suzy found herself unable to respond.  She didn't even know what she would say if she could say anything.  She always knew that Gwen was a bit eccentric, but this was fucking insane.  It had to be some kind of joke.

    "Now, time for the next spell," Gwen said as she backed up a bit.  With a short incantation and a twirl of her finger, she pointed at Suzy.  The squashed girl felt a tingle throughout her body in response.  "There we go!" Gwen chirped, "Now that's your default state! I can do whatever I want to you and then zap you back to looking just like that. Of course, that did sort of overwrite your 'regular body' as the default state, but you won't be needing that anymore! You're gonna be my toy forever and ever!"

    Suzy's heart beat in compressed chest as much as it could.  Gwen didn't actually mean that, did she?  Suzy felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her at the thought of being someone else's toy.  She tried to somehow peel herself off the surface of the table and... flutter away?  But she couldn't even work up enough strength in her compressed body to manage that.  The only real change in her body that happened was a blush of embarrassment and helplessness that formed on her cheeks.

    "As for what to do next... I think I need some new decor in my room!" Gwen said.  With a small schrip, she peeled Suzy off the table, then laid her down in one of her palms.


    She gave Suzy a quick, full body kiss and grinned at her, coating the flattened girl in spit.  Despite the feelings of betrayal and humiliation, Suzy had to admit that there was a sensual aspect about it, and she might have even been coerced into this of her own volition if she had been eased into it.  Then, Gweb slammed her other hand into Suzy and started rubbing them together.  Suzy felt her body compress even more, then spread outward in random directions in an excruciating process.  After about a minute, Gwen was finished, and she opened her hands to reveal a splattering of mixed up colors that sort of resembled Suzy.

     Peeling what was left of Suzy off her hand, Gwen skipped over to an empty picture frame that hung on her bedroom wall.  She gleefully placed the smear into the picture frame and screwed it as tightly into place as possible.  She hung the frame on the wall and admired it proudly, noticing a pink hue to the space formerly known as Suzy's face and the wet spot in an area of the smear that correlated with Suzy's sex.

    Suzy's thoughts were as cloudy and incoherent as her current form.  It would take time for her to fully process how all her body parts were mashed and mixed together, but for now she would just ride out the odd and intense sexual sensations of being reduced to an abstract representation of herself.  

    "Ah, you really bring the room together, Suzy! I'll just keep you right there in your new home whenever I'm not using you. Speaking of which, I'm going on a hike in a couple weeks, so you can be my insole for that! After that, I was thinking about getting you as a tattoo right on my chest! Oh, and then I can stretch you into a sexy pair of panties for one of my cosplays! Oooh, we're gonna have so much fun! Just think, our friendship is going to last for years and years and years like this! We'll be together forever!"

    Gwen gave the picture a kiss, then laid down on her bed to admire it, looking forward to playing with her new favorite toy.



    "Oh my god, you aren't gonna believe what I just found."

    Stacy quickly approached her circle of friends with a hand in her purse, clearly eager to pull something out.  The gaggle of girls she had just addressed curiously turned to see what all the fuss was about.  Stacy pulled out a floppy, flat, circular object and held it up to her peers.  The design of the disk looked like a bird's eye view of a college-aged woman.  Straight black hair took up the middle of the disk, her face hidden by the angle.  At one side of the disk was a flattened version of a sizable cleavage, made evident by a low-cut blue top.  Due to some rather tight fitting yoga pants, the clear outline of a butt could be seen on the other side.

    "Uh, what is that?" asked Jen, one of the girls in the group.

    "It's Rachel, silly!" Stacy replied.

    The other girls looked more closely at the disk.

    "Oh my god, that totally is Rachel! Ahaha, that's hilarious!" Jen laughed.

    The other girls were equally as amused.  They had all been waiting for Rachel to show up to hang out with them, and this explained why she was late.

    "Yeah, I bet it was one of those frat guys who runs around with a mallet and smashed people when they don't expect it," Stacy explained, "I found Rachel squashed on the sidewalk with people walking right on top of her. I almost walked right by her myself, but I noticed the cute top she has on and remembered when we went shopping for it the other day."

    "Ooooh, that explains a lot," Jen said.

    One of the other girls piped in, "Explains why it's just the top of her head. She probably didn't even see the dude coming!"

    "Weird, she usually sees a lot of guys cumming," Stacy said.

    The girls all laughed at the off-color joke as the butt of it helplessly flopped around in Stacy's hand.


    "Mmmrrrr..." came a soft and very muffled noise from somewhere.

    "Was that a cat?" asked one of the girls.

    Stacy laughed again, "Aha, no, I think that was just Rachel agreeing with us. Right, Rach?"  Stacy waved the pancake in front of her as she taunted, causing her body to ripple.

    "Hhrrrmmm mmmrr mmrrph!" The heavily muffled groans were still hardly audible, but they still managed to seem noticeably more angry.

    Alexa, another of the girls in the group, walked up to get a closer look. "Heh, seems like that one really set her off. C'mon Rachel, you know it's at least a little bit true," she teased, touching the top of Rachel's two-dimensional nose with her finger.  Rachel responded by letting out the most non-threatening growl one could imagine.

    Alexa snickered, "You know, she's super floppy, she must have gotten squished extra thin!"

    "Oh yeah, she's like a tissue. It was no effort to just cram her into my purse earlier," Stacy replied, "Here, feel her!"  She then tossed Stacy over to Alexa.  The uncoordinated girl missed catching the towel-like Rachel, resulting in Rachel's flattened behind landing right on Alexa's face.

    "Ewww, get her off!"  All the other girls laughed as Alexa quickly removed the rag of a girl from her face.  After peeling her off, Alexa saw a barely noticeable blush on the top of Rachel's face.  Alexa would have pointed it out to the other girls, but she didn't want them to notice how embarrassed she was after having Rachel flopped onto her head, so she kept quiet about it.

    "Oooh, I wanna feel her too!" Jen said, eagerly holding out her hands.

    "Go ahead and take her, she seems way too excited to get all over me!"  Alexa tossed Rachel over to Jen, who nearly stumbled in catching her.

    Jen noticed that Rachel could just barely quiver her body in her hands.  Jen tossed Rachel up in the air a couple times before balancing her on one hand.  She then started to spin Rachel in her hand, building up the momentum until she was lightly bouncing her up in the air.  "Check it out guys, I make-a da pizza!"

    After the laughter from that died down, Jen spoke up again. "So, I guess we should go ahead and find a bike pump or something to fix her, huh?"

    "I was thinking about that on the way here, actually," Stacy said, "I noticed that she doesn't have any, uh, easily accessible holes that you could stick a bike pump in."
    
    "Pfft," Alexa snorted, trying to hold in a laugh, "Can't say I've ever heard about Rachel having a problem with how accessible her holes are."

    "Eh, well, I'm sure we'll figure something out eventually," Jen said with a shrug, draping Rachel over her shoulder, "Let's just take her with us to dinner. She already kept us waiting for long enough and I'm fucking starving."

    "Good point, we can use her as a placemat like this," Stacy smirked.

    "Or she could be a bib!" Alexa said, miming holding Rachel up to her neck.

    "She'd probably be a pretty good napkin too!" another girl chimed.

    The group laughed again and left to go get food, flattened friend in tow.


    Lara sighed at the comments of the last picture she uploaded.  Earlier that year she had made two dire mistakes in her songwriting career: she had posted a picture where her bare feet were visible, and she had told people to stop commenting about her feet.  Now every single post on her social media involved some desperate souls looking for her soles, and, whether the comments were sincere or not, they would always get upvoted to top comments by people who thought they were being really funny.

    God, if they're going to comment on my body they could at least say something about how nice my makeup looks or something Lara ranted in her head.  She wasn't exactly a supermodel, but she was quite the cute girl, especially when she put in the effort to look her best.  Hell, I'd even take comments about my boobs at this point...

    "What's the matter, dearie?"

    Lara jumped and looked up from her phone.  She had been checking it in the middle of a local novelty gift shop that she had wandered into out of boredom.  The store's owner, an older but still attractive woman, was standing in front of her.

    "Oh, um, it's kinda hard to explain," Lara said, awkwardly looking to the side.  There's no way this nice lady knows about the complexities of memes and foot fetishists she thought to herself.

    The older woman tilted her head.  "Ah, you just looked like you were frustrated with something..."

    "Wellll... I guess I just don't really feel like people appreciate me for my strongest attributes, y'know?" Lara opened up.

    Like an art critic appraising a detailed work, the shop owner looked Lara up and down, examining her features.  "Hmmm. I do know what you mean, actually. I think I can help you with your little self-confidence problem. Follow me."

    "Uh, it's not really a self confidence thing-" Lara started, but then realized that the other woman was already walking to the back of the shop and not really paying attention to her.  Well if she wants to help I guess I can't complain... Lara shrugged and followed the shop owner to the back room.

    Stepping past a velvet curtain, Lara walked into the back room.  The candlelit room looked more like something out of a weird occult movie than what you would expect in a novelty gift shop.  Before Lara could even take it all in she noticed that the older woman was chanting some strange, foreign words and waving her hand rhythmically.

    "...What are you do- ack!" Lara's question was cut off when a mysterious, unseen force pushed her downward and forced her into a side splits so quickly that her flip flops flew off.  She looked in confusion at her legs, which were spread out to either side of her and caused her miniskirt to ride up her body.  Lara blushed in embarrassment upon realizing that all that was hiding her sex was a thin pair of panties that she would have only let a lover see.

    "Wh-what the hell do y- mmmph!" Lara was interrupted yet again when that same invisible force from before pushed her head forward, causing her to curl into herself to an extreme degree.  Before she could even realize how impossible this all seemed, she felt her face being pushed into her own pussy.

    The other woman chuckled.  "Oh, don't worry dear, it's just a little spell designed to bring out the most striking aspect of you! Though at this rate, I'm not quite sure what it's getting at..."

    "Whrt drrs thrr mrrrr!?" Lara tried to ask, inadvertently stimulating herself by talking with her mouth pressed against her sex.  The force pushed her tighter and tighter into herself, the pressure mounting to a ridiculous extent.  Before long her torso had been scrunched up and rolled to a fraction of its normal size.  Lara struggled, finding she could wriggle her still unaffected feet a bit, but moving any other part of her would just press her face deeper into her crotch and stimulate her more.


    Suddenly, the pressure started coming from a different angle.  The force began pressing on each of Lara's feet, compressing her legs into the rest of her body.  This pressure built up even faster on her already compressed body, pushing it from both the sides.  Lara couldn't help but feel more and more turned on as the pressure on her sex mounted, and within a few seconds she felt an orgasm practically being squeezed out of her.  She felt the sides of her face get squished in by the rest of her body as she felt her own wetness on her face as the feeling of being squashed mounted exponentially.

    On the outside, the shop owner watched as Lara compressed.  Her legs gradually shrunk down into her body, then her body got thinner and thinner between her feet.  Lara's body continued to be sandwiched between her feet, compressing to a ludicrous extent.  Soon even the feet were pressed together in the middle.  The result was that Lara was reduced to a pancake-thin piece of flesh with her only defining features being on of her soles on each side of her foot.  The spell ended, and Lara pathetically flopped on one of her two sides, twitching in carnal pleasure and confusion.

    "So that's what it was going for," the bemused shopkeeper/witch said, "Not exactly what I would have predicted, but who am I to judge the results?"  She picked Lara up by her flattened big toe and held her up to a mirror that was in the room.

    Lara, who was still able to see thanks to the magic of the spell, was not happy with what she saw.  Oh, come on! Nmf! You gotta be kidding me! she internally ranted, trying to ignore the constant orgasmic feeling so that she could be properly outrage.  Why my fucking feet?! Is everything in the universe obsessed with them or something! Nnngh! Damn it! Why does it feel so good to be like this! Fuck!

    "Hmm," the witch pondered, "Instead of going for the wider appeal of something like your smile or your eyes, the spell went for the more niche choice of showcasing your feet.  Maybe you should get a job as a foot model, you apparently have a natural talent at it," the witch helpfully suggested.

    I am not a foot model damn it! I'm a songwriter! There is no way that this is my most appealing trait! Nnrrggh!  Lara used her anger to move as much as she possibly could, which resulted in her barely wriggling back and forth in the witch's grasp and making herself climax again.

    The witch let out a bemused grunt.  "Well, I hope you learn something from this.  Not only because I want you to grow as a person, but also because you have to learn some specific, important life lesson about yourself for the spell to wear off.  For now though, you have to compensate me for my services."

    Lara somehow got even more worked up from hearing this.  What sort of life lesson am I supposed to learn from this?! This is bullshit! Turn me back right now!

    Unable to hear Lara's confusion, the witch started casting another spell.  Lara quickly felt a clear material encase her, and after a few seconds she saw the results.  The spell had encased Lara in goofy, plastic packaging that advertised her as some sort of silly toy.  Filled with burning indignation, frustration, helplessness and unending sensual feelings, Lara couldn't help but notice a price sticker on her packaging that said $3.99.

    The witch carried Lara out to the main room of the store and found a nice place to put the new piece of merchandise.  Hanging on a wall hook between a whoopee cushion and a deflated blow up doll, Lara tried to push against her plastic containment to no avail.

    "Don't worry dear," the shop owner spoke to the novelty toy, "I'm sure you'll just go flying off the shelf! Maybe that'll teach you something about self worth, eh?" She winked at Lara then went about her business.

    Since when was this about self worth!? And how am I supposed to feel self worth when you're selling me for $4!? And how am I supposed to feel self worth when I'm just a freaking foot!? Nnggh! I'm more than just my feet damn it! Nyaah! Ah fuck, how am I supposed to be properly outraged when I'm cumming all the time! Fuuuuuck!

    Lara continued to imperceptibly wriggle around in her packaging, hoping to figure out whatever nonsense lesson she had to learn before someone took her home as a souvenir.    


    "Welcome back to TF Cooking! I'm your host, Mackenzie!"

    "And I'm the main ingredient, Brooke!"

    The two attractive women stood in the middle of what appears to be a standard cooking show set, but their show was anything but standard.  Thanks to recent advances in restoration technology, transforming people into food had become increasingly popular, and Mackenzie and Brooke were quick to jump on the trend.

    "So, what are we making today?" Brooke asked her co-host, already knowing the answer.  Of note was that while Mackenzie was fully dressed in a low-cut shirt and jeans, Brooke was only wearing a bra and some frilly panties.

    "I'm glad you asked," Mackenzie replied, "Today, we're going to show our lovely audience how to make gingerbread people! Or as I like to call them, Brookie Cookies!"

    Brooke rolled her eyes. "Just tell me where to go," she said playfully.

    "Just lay down on the counter right here!"

    Brooke complied, laying on the kitchen counter they were standing behind.

    Mackenzie reached under the counter and pulled out a rather large rolling pin. "The first step, as is often the case, is to soften the dough!"

    "I have a name, you know," Brooke said indignantly.

    "How many times do I have to tell you that ingredients don't talk?"  Mackenzie then quickly pressed the oversized rolling pin into Brooke's face. After a reflexive flinch, Brooke's body relaxed in resignation.

    Mackenzie then began to push the roller down Brooke's body, flattening the squishy girl with little effort and advising the audience to "Always be thorough when you tenderize your ingredients!"  Right after saying this, she rolled over Brooke's crotch, which elicited a muffled moan from the half flat girl.

    "Remember to keep it TV-14, Brooke," Mackenzie wryly teased.

    "Hhrrrnn..." Brooke groaned.

    Soon, Brooke's body was reduced to an inch-thick layer on the counter.  Humming a little tune to herself, Mackenzie picked up Brooke's face and folded her forward at the waist, then began rolling over her again.  The process of folding and rolling happened a few times, until Brooke was reduced to a mass of uniformly textured dough on the counter.  It was a bit hard to see on the camera, but the thin sheet of dough was quivering slightly.

    Satisfied with the consistency of her co-host, Mackenzie reached into the doughy mass and pulled out Brooke's bra and slightly damp panties.  "Won't be needing these anymore," she said with a coy smile.  She then nonchalantly tossed the undergarments into a nearby bin.

    "And now, onto the next step!"  Mackenzie brought out a gingerbread man shaped cookie cutter, and held it over her cookie-dough co-host.  "Be warned, all you ingredients out there, this part might feel a bit... odd."  Without further ado, Mackenzie pushed the cookie cutter into a corner of Brooke, who responded with a shiver.  "Remember to pay attention to where you're, uh, cookie-cuttering the dough. You want to get as many cookies out of it as you can!"  Mackenzie then proceeded to cut as many gingerbread man shaped holes in Brooke as possible.

    After getting as many cuts as possible, Mackenzie deftly peeled the leftover dough off the sheet and started balling it up in her hands.  "Now, if you want more cookies you can always take the leftover dough and press it flat to make another cookie or two. Or... if you're a raw cookie dough lover like me, you can just eat it as is."  Mackenzie stuffed her mouth with the ball of dough, and gave the camera a cute, stuffed-face smile.  She quickly chewed and swallowed the bit of dough before commenting, "All the flavor, but none of the salmonella!"  On an HD TV, an observant viewer would be able to see some goosebumps that formed on the surface of the dough.

    "Now that the cookies are all prepped, set your oven to 350 F and pop those suckers in!" Mackenzie cheered, happily placing the tray of Brooke cookies in the set's oven.  "While we're waiting for Brooke to bake, let's hear a word from our sponsors!"

    After a commercial involving three people eating gum, inflating into giant, bubbles, and then popping, the program comes back on.

    "Welcome back! Let's see how Brooke turned out!"

    Mackenzie donned her oven mitt and pulled the baking tray of cookies out of the oven.

    "As one might expect, the cookies will be hot when you pull them out, so wait for them to cool off before you eat them! Of course, there's also another reason why you might want to wait to start chowing down..."

    With that cryptic bit of advice, the camera focuses on the cookies on the tray.  After a couple seconds, the cookies appear to move on their own!  At first it's only small twitches and shivers, but after a bit they start noticeably squirming.  A time lapse shows that after a few minutes the gingerbread Brookies are able to stand up and awkwardly stumble around, each moving on its own.

    "As you can see, this is a pretty unique recipe! Now at this point you can just let them stumble around a bit until you decide to nom 'em, but it's even more fun if you have some frosting!"

    With a flick of her finger, Mackenzie knocked one of the Brookes on her back.  With an icing tube, she deftly drew a basic face onto the gingerbread person.  She let it sit for a few seconds, and suddenly the face began to move.

    "Woah," the cookie said, "This... this is a weird one..."  The frosting eyes moved back and forth as the cookie stood back up.  Somehow, it still sounded just like Brooke.

    Mackenzie leaned down on the counter and brought her face close to the cookie. "Gotta say Brooke, you're looking like a snack right now. How does it feel?"

    "Uhh," Brooke started. It seemed hard for her to keep focus as she spoke, "It's... a bit overwhelming. Like, I can feel each of the, uh, myselfs running around."  As Brooke explained, one of the cookies bumped into a jar, causing Brooke to grunt.  "They can't exactly see like that either..."

    "Hmmm..." Mackenzie pondered, "So what if I did this?"  Mackenzie then picked up one of the cookies and crushed it in her hand, reducing it to a pile of crumbs within seconds.

    "Hhhnngh!" Brooke shivered and did something with her frosting mouth that resembled biting her lip, "Y-Yeah, that's a loooot to t-take in..."

    "I see," Mackenzie said.  Without warning, she picked up the talking Brooke cookie by the top of her head and lifted her up to her face. "So what you're saying is that this is a really good food transformation if you like playing with your food?" 

    Brooke wriggled in Mackenzie grasp, her legs dangling in the air.  "I g-guess you could say that."

    "Well, I spent all that time baking you. I think it's time for a taste test," Mackenzie purred.  Either she was a great actor, or she really enjoyed this part of the show.  She lifted the cookie up above her head, then, looking up, slowly lowered Brooke down into her mouth.  Brooke braced herself as much as her cookie-body would allow her to.

    Rather than eating all of the cookie in one bite, Mackenzie bit it in half, taking the lower part of it into her mouth.  She let it rest on her tongue for a second to savor the flavor, then began chewing, grinding the bit of Brooke into a wet, mushy mess.


    "Aaa-aaah!" Brooke gasped, then whimpered, trying to hold her reaction back.  Even though her face was a simplified rendition of a person, her expressions were still fairly explicit.

    Mackenzie giggled playfully.  "Don't get too excited there," she spoke with a full mouth.  After a few more chews then necessary, she sent the piece down the hatch and into her belly.  Brooke was breathing heavily, trying to maintain her composure for the audience.

    "Oh my, you were absolutely delicious," Mackenzie practically moaned.  "Good thing the show's nearly over, because I can't wait to have another bite. Better say bye-bye, Brooke."

    Mackenzie opened her mouth again and slowly placed the upper half of Brooke inside, facing outward.  Mackenzie kept her mouth wide open so that Brooke could look out of it and address the camera.

    "This i-is Brooke, s-signing off."

    Mackenzie shut her mouth, nearly cutting Brooke off at the end.  She smiled at the camera as she quickly devoured the upper half of the cookie.

    "Well, that's all we have for this episode," Mackenzie said as though what she just ate was nothing more than a normal cookie, "Tune in next week where we'll roll ourselves a Brooke baguette! For now though, I've got to finish these cookies! Ciao!"

    As the show fades to black, Mackenzie greedily snatches another cookie off the table and sticks its wriggling form into her mouth, delightedly devouring it.