“Almost there, everyone! You guys are gonna love these new Fondre brand products!”

               Valerie power-walked down the sidewalk, her phone attached to the end of a selfie stick. The young adult’s overly saccharine voice was directed at the device, where her current exploits were being streamed to thousands of viewers. With a huge smile on her face, she tried to read the stream chat on the tiny screen despite the constant bouncing from her walking. The stream was almost going perfectly, except for one complication.

               “Wait up sweetie!” Janet, Valerie’s mother, bounced up from behind the wannabe influencer. “I almost walked right into a glass door! Wouldn’t that have been embarrassing! Could you slow down a tad?”

               The corners of Valerie’s mouth faltered but managed to maintain the fake smile. “We have to hurry up and be there before my phone runs out of battery, mother.” Her voice deepened, and she spoke through gritted teeth as she watched the chat explode with new messages. This would have been great under normal circumstances, but the messages were for all the wrong reasons. Through the tiny display on the screen, Val could see her mother’s boobs jiggle with every hurried step, causing the chat to go crazy whenever she was on screen.

               “Oh, right, I’m such a ditz!” Janet playfully said, “I hope the chat isn’t too mad that it’s taking so long!”

               “They’re fine.” Valerie curtly stated while tilting the phone to avoid capturing Janet. After a moment to collect herself, Val’s voice climbed back up to influencer range, “Besides, we’re almost there anyway!”

               With pride swelling in her, Janet bore with the hurried pace they were going. She was so happy that her Valerie’s stream got a special deal with Fondre Corp. that she didn’t even mind that she had to be Val’s ride into the city. In fact, she was so eager to accompany her precious internet star that she wouldn’t take no for an answer when she offered to come with and help.

               Valerie tried to ignore her bothersome mother and keep up the act as they rushed along the sidewalk. Though it was a busy day in the city, they were making good time. Val looked up at the street signs and noticed that the store was just around the next corner.

               “Oooh, we’re almost there folks!” Valerie dialed up the giddiness for the camera, “It’s gonna be the first thing we see when we turn the corner! I can’t wait!” She stopped herself at the corner of the sidewalk right before the crosswalk and turned with her back facing the store, giving the viewers on her phone a glimpse. “Now, before we go in, there’s a few things I want to cover about the incredible products you’re about to see…”

               Meanwhile, Janet overheard what Valerie was just saying. The sales pitch from her daughter did a number on her too, and she quickly strode ahead with her head eagerly turned toward the corner to catch a glimpse.

               “Oooooh, is that it, sweetie?” Janet cooed.

               Valerie turned to her mom’s voice, “Yes, moth- mmph!”

               Both had lost track of where the other was, leading to Janet plowing herself right into Val, and Val receiving a milky haymaker from her mother’s chest. Janet’s emergency airbags didn’t cause any real harm, but their natural bounciness caused Valerie to tumble backwards, dropping her phone stick on the ground. Unable to catch her balance, she landed squarely on her butt in the middle of the crosswalk.

               Now, this by itself would have been pretty unlucky for the confused girl lying in the road. What was extra unfortunate was that the streetlight had just turned green as she was stumbling backwards, and a man operating a huge steamroller hadn’t noticed the incident play out. Humming along to the song in his earbuds, he drove the massive roller forward, directly toward where Valerie had fallen.

               Valerie held a hand up to her head and looked back at Janet, “Ugh, did you seriously just do that?!” she screamed.

               “Oh! I didn’t see you there, sweEEEtie!” Janet’s voice cracked as she noticed the huge construction vehicle rolling toward her precious daughter.

               “What are- Ggghkk!”

               If it wasn’t for the roar of multiple vehicles, you might have been able to hear a tiny squit as Valerie’s soft body was run over by the steamroller. It put up absolutely no resistance to the multiple-ton machinery, not even slowing down or providing a bump as it crushed Valerie like a lump of dough.

               “Omigosh! S-Stop! That’s my daughter under there!” Janet cried out to the cars in vain. She waved her arms to try to get their attention, but there was no stopping the procession of vehicles. She and Val had gotten in just before rush hour, and now the city traffic was in full force. Janet looked left and right at other pedestrians, but the uncaring city-goers were experts in ignoring strangers. Feeling helpless, she picked up Valerie’s selfie stick and phone from the ground to prevent someone from stepping on it. Without thinking, Janet held it up vertically, unintentionally giving the still-running stream a perfect view for when the light turned red and the cars stopped coming.

               The confused stream soon turned to joy as they saw what had become of their host. Valerie’s form had the depth utterly crushed out of it, leaving the sexy young would-be influencer as a paper-thin poster plastered to the pavement. Valerie fidgeted slightly on the ground, her bowed legs flopping slightly and her eye twitching. Her face had been crushed in an almost side profile, causing her cheek to look like it was perpetually pressed against glass. The pouty lips that she had inherited from her mother were squished into a sort of kissy face by this action. Unable to even process what happened yet, her eyes were crossed in a helplessly dazed expression. On top of that, Valerie’s chest had now spread outward from the pressing to the point that it rivaled her mother’s in two out of three dimensions. The finishing touch on this living piece of street were the huge tire tread marks across Valerie’s chest and crotch, which many stream chatters were quick to point out.

               “M-Mommy…?” Valerie murmured through crushed lips.

               “Ooooh, my poor baby! Let me get you off- oof!” Janet tried to rush to Valerie’s aid but was buffeted by the torrent of other pedestrians eager to cross the street. The small-town mother was carried forward by the momentum of the crowd across the street. Uncaring of what (or who) they were stepping on, the mass trampled all over Valerie’s flattened form.

Valerie looked up with pleading eyes. “Mmph! S-Stop stepping on me! Jerks! Hmmph! H-Hey! Nnmmmph!” The flatty’s muffled protests fell on deaf ears.

Reaching her daughter, Janet tried to comfort her while attempting to peel her up. “Don’t worry sweetie, mommy’s got you!”

“H-Hurry! No one can recognize me like this!” Valerie replied. With her brain still somewhat in streamer mode, she was just as concerned about the humiliating blow to her reputation as she was about her body’s shape.

Janet stopped to bend down and peel the sticker of Valerie from the unforgiving street, but someone bumped her from behind as soon as she stopped walking. The momentum carried her forward to join the masses of people trampling Val as her heel was planted right on the unfortunate girl’s face.

“Mmmph! Mrrrm!” Came Valerie’s indignant cries.

               “So sorry honey!” Janet apologized while being carried ever-forward. “H-Hey! Stop it! No pushing! So rude! Did you just touch my butt?!”

               Janet’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and she soon found herself on the other side of the street. However, as soon as she turned around, the crosswalk sign had changed from walk to stop.

               “W-Wait!” Valerie whined, “You forgot to pick me uuuuup!”

               “Wait! Don’t go forward yet! J-Just hold on a second!” Janet fruitlessly waved her arms at the cars from the edge of the sidewalk, but she went ignored yet again. Engines were revved, and the vehicles proceeded forward.

               Valerie was once again run over, but this time she was much more aware of what was happening. She felt the pressure of tire after tire after tire roll over her as tons of steel from each car were dragged across what was left of her petite body. Crushing weight combined with crushing humiliation as she was treated as nothing more than a stick of gum left on the street. However, mixed with that were intermittent jolts of ecstasy. Her crotch was positioned right were lots of tires wound up, and each one applied a massive but pleasurable pressure to her most sensitive parts. In a different context it would have felt unequivocally amazing, but when she was out in public getting splattered into a smear it was hardly ideal.

               The light eventually turned red again. Where there was once a dazed social media manager, there was now a smeared mess on the street. Valerie’s face looked even more pressed into the ground, her adorable visage mashed into a cartoonish overexaggeration of her features. The pink smears of her lips were nearly fused into one splotch, while her eyes were now fixed into indignant stains in the road. The rest of her body hadn’t faired any better. The outline of her form was misshapen and smeared. The hourglass figure she loved so much was an obtuse mess of undefined shapes which only vaguely evoked that of a person.

               Needless to say, the stream chat was popping off.

               Janet tried to hurry ahead of the pedestrians this time, but it did no good. The busy rush hour commuters would never allow her to stop for a second, and she wound up trampling her daughter yet again in the hubbub. Finding herself carried back to her starting point, Janet looked back at her footprint and tire track ridden smear of a daughter in helpless guilt.

               Pent up with a rant she couldn’t speak, a humiliation she couldn’t resolve, and a horny urge she couldn’t fulfill, the sentient splotch could do nothing else but brace herself for the next round. This time, Janet didn’t even try to halt the incoming cars, instead just worriedly pacing back and forth. She rapidly pressed the button on the streetlamp to cross, then looked up at Valerie’s phone. Seeing even more people gathering around to cross, Janet knew that her efforts would be useless for a while. Crossing the street again, Janet had a different goal in mind. As she approached the now faded stain of Valerie on the street, she turned her head down and spoke to her.

               “Hey sweetie! So, so sorry! But I can’t help! Rush hour! Gonna finish your stream! Don’t want you in trouble! Love you!” She blew a kiss to the smear as she trampled her with barely enough time to get out all she needed to say.

               Valerie couldn’t believe the indignity of the whole situation. Not only had her stupid mom gotten her into this stupid mess, she was now just going to abandon her and hijack her stream!? The volatile powderkeg of emotions in Valerie’s mind was enough to level a city, but as a stain she couldn’t even muster a squirm.

               After another round of cars reduced Valerie to a faded pigment ground into the road, Janet passed back across Val to get back to the store.

               “Love you sweetie! Stay safe! See you in a couple hours! Don’t get too embedded in the pavement! Don’t worry about your stream either! They seem excited to see me try on the clothes!”

               With that, the stain some knew as Valerie was left to endure the full brunt of rush hour city traffic. As another wave of cars revved up their engines, Val decided that next time Janet got crushed by a fridge, she’d choose to keep the free rug over the annoying mother.