Mia was miserable. Her ears were ringing with unending noise. Constant horrid sights passed in and out of her vision. A horrid, ungodly scent wafted into her nostrils. She tried to pinch herself in a desperate attempt to escape, but there was no fleeing from the nightmare of being at Ultra Games Con, a huge gaming convention going on at her local convention center.

    "Why did you drag me heeeeeeeeeeeere..." whined Mia, clutching her headphone-clad head in her hands.

    "You're the one who wanted to come meet your fans!" replied Alice, the accused dragger. "I believe you said something about how, as a streamer, you should get to know some of your fans, right?"

    "I didn't think they'd be like this!" Mia waved an arm at the crowds of people passing by the table they were sitting at. "I thought the people who watched my stream had a bit more class! Or that they would at least be hotter than all these nerds!"

    "Oh come on Mia," Alice chided, "I know you pretty much only got into streaming for the attention and to assuage the ever present ennui of being a rich kid, but maybe if you tried you'd actually like this stuff!"

    Mia scoffed. "Please, Alice, I'm not into all this nerdy shit." She then let out an exasperated sigh. "Why can't I just show my boobs on the internet and have some hot dude with flowing blonde hair whisk me away from my life of neverending boredom? I mean really, is that so much to ask for? One of my viewers has to be like that, right?"

    "Well, maybe if you actually met with your fans-"

    "Ugh, no! After seeing this, my fanbase is probably like 100% creeps. I'm getting out of here." Without further ado, Mia got up from her seat.

    "What?! You're seriously just leaving? We've only been here an hour, and we drove three just to get here!"

    "Don't care. I'm going to the car," Mia said. With a flip of her dyed blue hair, she turned away from her upset friend, not particularly caring about the state she left her in. Alice tried to call out to her fed-up friend, but closed her mouth before making a sound. Mia was a member of a very well off family, and as such, pretty much always did exactly what she wanted. So, when Mia wanted to start streaming, Alice was happy to help her get everything set up after Mia bought all the best, most high end equipment. However, it seemed that, like many things before, this was just another ploy to get Mia even more attention than she already had. Alice sighed and went to finish up her meal.

    Meanwhile, Mia had already brusquely cut through the waves of dorks like a luxury cruise ship plowing through swells of salt water. Leaving the convention center, she looked out onto the massive parking lot laid out before her.

    "Hmmmm... Were did I park..." Mia inhaled deeply before letting out a quiet "Fuck."

    Annoyed, Mia set out in the vague direction that she thought her car might be in. She passed by car after car after car, never once seeing the one she was looking for and getting more frustrated with every passing second. So much so, that she didn't even think to use her wireless keys to make the car beep. Eventually she found herself just walking around and not even looking for the car, just stomping through the parking lot as a way to vent her frustration with the whole trip.

    "Stupid Alice bringing me to this dumb convention with all this smelly nerds... I need to rant to someone!"

    Mia dug her phone out of her pocket and went straight for the Squitch app. After adjusting her hair, she started up a stream. 

    She began the broadcast with a long, beleaguered sigh. "So. This whole convention thing, was, like, the worst idea ever. I had no idea how smelly and stupid these things were. Do you people seriously like this stuff? Like, really?"

    She was usually a bit more amicable on her streams, but she was really sick of it all at this point. She got more and more animated as her rant went on, eventually taking up all of her attention and brain power. So much so, that she hardly had time to see her downfall coming the next time she looked up.

    "And like, you guys know I'm usually the nicest person ever, but- ACK!"

    Mia tossed her phone away in shock as a huge concrete roller rapidly approached her. She didn't even have time for anything other than her initial cry of shock before it rolled over her, squashing her body like a pile of dough being rolled by an expert baker.

    "Ah shit, I didn't run over anything, did I?" The operator of the steamroller, who was dressed in the gold and green outfit of some anime villain, asked to no one in particular. "...Doesn't look like it! Guess I probably should have gotten used to driving this thing before I came here though... And I probably should have learned how to get out of a tight parking space..."

    The steamroller operator drove the machine forward again, uncovering Mia to the world for a brief moment. She took a moment to get her bearings; she was now as flat as a pancake, and could feel the-

    Before even being able to process what was happening, Mia was rolled over yet again by the costumed man in the construction equipment. And then he pulled forward again, exposing the decal of a streamer to the air again before backing up a third time.

    "God, I just can't squeeze out of this space..."

    This process continued for several minutes, the driver turning his vehicle ever-so-slightly in different directions to try to get a good angle to exit the parking space. Mia, in the meantime, was getting absolutely pulverized by the steamroller's constant movement. She felt its elephantine weight smoosh her body repeatedly, each pass squashing the poor girl's squishy body even flatter and wider. This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for the girl; something similar had happened to her when she visited her aunt's factory earlier this year. However, while that time was simply a pass through a few pairs of industrial rollers, this was a whole different beast. The pressure was much more intense, and Mia could tell that she was flatter and more spread out than before. Her thoughts were a blur of flattening sensations, utter indignation, and, oddly, a strange sense of sexual arousal.

    Only one other thing was distracting Mia from her completely unintentional and humiliating defeat. Above the sound of the steamroller, she could hear the sound of repeated notifications from her phone. Somehow, her phone had wound up propped up against a nearby parking barrier, managing to not only remain unbroken but also to keep her stream open. Her loyal viewers bore witness to the whole squishing. At least, they bore witness to their favorite streamer go from a woman to a flat sheet to a smudge on the ground. She had been pressed so flat that the viewers could only really make out a very, very thin sheet of something on the road, but the veteran viewers were filling in the newcomers on what was going down. 

    Normally, Mia loved getting notifications while streaming, since that meant she was getting more money. This time was just like adding insult to injury. She was getting way more donations than she got on any of her normal streams! In fact, she had already gotten more than the time she beat the first level of Brash Brandicoot in an hour!

    "Phew, I think I cleared it! Good job me!" The steamroller driver gave himself a high five and drove away, finally out of the precarious parking place he had found himself in and completely unaware of the mess he had made.

    Mia had been reduced to a flattened approximation of herself on the tarmac. It was as though someone had been asked to upscale a picture of her to three times the normal size, but instead of simply dragging the corner of the picture to make it bigger, they achieved this by smearing every part of her outward. Though she had mostly retained her shape, the outlines of her body were a bit wobbly due to the uneven spreading of her body. She bore a painted-on expression of shock, caught in the moment before the steamroller came careening into her and reduced her to a stain on the ground. Her arms where each bent upwards at the elbows at either side of her, and her legs were connected at the thighs before splitting off at different angles at the knees. Despite immediately trying to rip herself off the pavement and give that driver a piece of his mind, she was utterly stuck in this position, unable to budge an inch, let alone talk in her current state. Mia took a moment to collect her thought, and reflect on the situation.

    "Oh. My. God. This was. The worst. Decision. EVER! Why did I come to this stupid con!? Aaaaaagh! Stupid cosplaying nerd dumbasses! I hate this stuff! Nnrrrggghh!"

    Of course, all this pent up frustration only resulted in the slightest murmur escaping from between the two pink stickers that used to be her lips. In fact, she couldn't really do much of anything besides lay on the road for a while. In the meantime, her stream was getting a constant flow of people coming in and out to check in on the rumors of a girl who had been reduced to a thin paste at the recent con. The constant beeps from her phone drove Mia even more crazy, but little did she know, things were about to get even more extreme.

    It started with a distant rumble, but it soon erupted into a roar of voices. Mia couldn't barely make out any individual words out of the wave of voices crashing towards her, but one word she did manage to pick up multiple times was 'fire.' As it turned out, a fire had broken out, causing every single convention goer to storm out into the parking lot.

    "Those people better not come here or I swear- ack! S-Stop!"

    Before she knew it, the huge rushing mass of people got to her, not paying attention to what they were stampeding over in their attempt to make room for everyone fleeing the fire. Mia felt dozens of feet pound into her widened form at once, which only made the whole 'widened form' situation even worse. Though each step was only a fraction of the pressure of the steamroller, the seemingly never-ending deluge of them had a similar effect. The overwhelming pounding sensations sent Mia into a daze where she could really only process that she was getting flatter and more spread out with each step.

    After a while, everyone had been evacuated from the convention center. Unfortunately for Mia, there were enough people to fill the parking lot, meaning that she was still getting walked all over as people aimlessly wandered around. This continued for a couple hours as firefighters came and damage was assessed, leaving Mia at the mercy of the throngs of annoying people that she was trying to avoid. Her constant spreading never stopped, and though she couldn't see herself, she could tell from all the stepping that she was at least twice as spread out as she was when the stampede started.

    Then, Mia overheard some potential good news: "Hey guys, it looks like we won't be able to go back inside due to the damage, but at least no one was hurt."

    "F-Finally! Now all these stupid nerds will get off of me already!"

    Next came the bad news: "Well, in that case, I guess we gotta have a big ass tailgate convention! Wooooo!"

    The huge cheer from the massive crowd completely drowned out the minuscule whimper from the sentient stain on the parking lot.

    And so, the convention festivities continued. People were running, walking, and even driving all over the parking lot in a chaotic maelstrom of nerdiness, and poor Mia was the floor to it all. Stomping and pressure and stretching and humiliation and frustration were all swirling in Mia's two-dimensional head as the shoes and tires ground her and smeared her further along the parking lot. And so, the night carried on, leaving poor Mia to her fate...

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    The next morning, Alice woke up in her car. Or, maybe it was afternoon. She was a heavy sleeper. She yawned and stretched in the cramped sleeping space, still a bit groggy from all the fun she had the night before. As she squinted out her car's window, she noticed that most of the parking lot was empty. Apparently she was one of the last ones up, and most of the others had gone away either last night or early in the morning. She also noticed something else about the parking lot: it seemed to be slightly discolored from what it was when she got there.

    "Hmmm..." Alice rubbed some sleep from her eyes and felt compelled to investigate. She got out of the car and looked at the ground, noticing the beige stain she planted her feet on. Looking to her right, she saw that the color of the stain gradually faded to a big pinkish blob that took up three parking spaces. To the left, blueish circles in the middle of some white, as well as a big splotch of blue. It actually reminded her of the hair color Mia had just picked out the day before the con. In fact, it really reminded her of Mia...

    She looked back to her right, and saw that the stain continued down the parking lot for quite a way, a mix of a skin-tone like coloration along with the white and black that reminded Alice of Mia's outfit that day...

    Alice looked to her left again, noticing the eye-like stains and the blue blob, then back right, then left again.

    "Uhhhh... Mia... Am I standing on your face...?"

    Mia was utterly unable to respond. She had been embedded into the pavement so far that she couldn't even twitch or make a squeak. Her mind was fuzzy from the unending pressure across her entire being, the nerves of her stain of a body spread across a much larger surface area than they ever should have been. Even if she could respond, it only would have been in the form of a pathetic groan.

    As Alice wondered if what she thought was happening was actually happening, she noticed something shine across the way in the parking lot. It was Mia's phone, still hanging on by just a bit of battery, and still streaming. Alice picked it up and turned around, unintentionally giving Mia's audience a view of a large portion of her smear of a body. Reading the chat Alice was quickly able to figure out that Mia had indeed been smashed, stomped, and crushed so thoroughly that she had been squeezed outward to cover a large section of the parking lot. She looked down at the living discoloration she was standing on, noticing that the former girl was not just a layer on the surface of the tarmac, but a stain embedded into the material itself. Alice took a few moments to think about what she could actually do about this.

    "...Ok. So... Listen. You're clearly way to smushed to just be peeled off, so... I'm just gonna, like, find a power hose or something and then be right back. Ok?"

    There was no response from the faded smear beneath her.

    "...Alright. Sorry for driving over you in like 15 seconds..."

    And so, Alice drove off to get Mia some help, leaving the hapless stain of a streamer to her flattened misfortune until she returned.