With an attraction as common as Rowen’s, it was only natural for her to find a match quickly. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? There are thousands of goth babes out there, she just had to find one dominant enough.

Preferably she’d find a goth gal, but if she couldn’t she wouldn’t mind settling with a goth guy. He’d be equally as hot, but she wanted to be pummelled into dust by another woman. Just the thought of it got her going.

Being bi in the modern age, Rowen had gone through all manners of phases and attractions. From initially being ‘straight’, to her questioning being aroace, then onwards to thinking she only liked women, before finally coming to terms with her bisexuality.

Alongside that, her choices in men and women constantly changed. From cute guys, to nobody, onwards to tomboys/strong women, then femboys, feminine girls, butches, milfs, dilfs. Though, during all this she found herself fancying a much more dark type.

A type that everyone loves, gothic people. Beautiful people in almost exclusively black, sexy, clothing. Wearing pretty makeup and with, mostly, black hair. Extremely pale, though their true colors were always found inside.

Early on she reckoned she liked goths, but now she was more than certain. More often than not she found herself fawning over them, whether people she knew or celebrities. Ultimately though, her true attraction lay in goth gals.

Why wouldn’t she end up there? With her preference being other women it was only natural for her to really fancy them as goths. Their directness, mystique, their vibe, their look, and themselves, all added up to a sexy woman, in her eyes.

Like her attraction, she also had some to offer. She was tall, had long brunette hair, was moderately thin, and had a few tattoos. Her skin was a nice shade of beige. She had an open and warm personality.

Though, that wasn’t all. To put it bluntly, she had some rockin’ tits, a set guaranteed to make straight guys and gay gals give themselves to her, even though she wasn’t all about sex. 

Despite having a definitive type, she had never gone out with them. Whether that be due to not wanting to possibly damage a friendship, being too nervous, or not knowing if said goth gal also liked women.

More often than not she had some sort of reason, even when she didn’t she couldn’t muster the courage. This was the primary reason she decided to try Tinder. In all her years of dating she had never used it, so why not try to get herself a goth babe using it?

Initially, though, her attempts her fruitless. Day after day she kept swiping left, not once finding a goth gal who either liked women or that she found attractive. A couple weeks in she was growing hopeless, believing her quest was lost.

So, it came as a sudden surprise as one night while endlessly swiping she stumbled upon the perfect match. She had to stop for a moment, it almost felt like a dream. Instinctually she was about to swipe left but caught herself in time.

In front of her, or rather on her screen, was this beautiful goth gal. Her name was Aurora. Like herself, she was also in her late twenties. She had pretty blue eyes, extenuated by her minimal yet noteworthy makeup.

Her hair was a deep beautiful black, somewhat curly. In her photo, she was wearing prime gothic wear, almost like what Rowen had fantasized about. Like her, she also loved women, though Aurora herself was a lesbian.

What really caught her eye though was at the very top of her bio. It read “DO NOT INTERCAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE DOMINATED.” Just that line alone made her heart start beating, add all the other details she was practically running a marathon.

Quickly swiping right she waited with bated breath for her to respond. She didn’t have to wait long as in a few minutes she answered her. Thus the two started a conversation about wanting to meet up, primarily pushed in Rowen’s case.

Aurora didn’t mind though, she found her attractive. Over the next couple of hours, and multiple texts and calls, the two decided on a date and when they should meet. Alongside that, they decided to bite the bullet and prematurely start dating, they were that perfect for each other.

A week had passed since they first met each other and today was the day, they’d finally meet up with each other in person. The date was to be at her house, with Rowen driving over. They had no real plans beyond that, though she hoped to indulge in her fantasy.

Now, more than ever, she wanted to be pummeled, humiliated, and utterly dominated by this goth gal. To be at her mercy no matter what. What would she say she when proposed that, would she be into it, would she agree?

With the date being minutes away only then could she tell. During the car ride over she tried her best not to think of it, lest she lose focus on the road. A couple minutes ahead of their scheduled time, she pulled into her driveway.

What greeted her was a fairly average-looking house, one story, in a mostly suburban area. Nothing about it screamed it was owned by a sexy goth lady. Sending a text over that she had now arrived, she exited her car and walked up to the front door.

Standing on the door mat she composed herself and knocked on the door. All that composure was lost as within a couple of seconds the door swung open and she was greeted by the lips of her date on hers.

For a moment the two shared a passionate kiss before she entered the house. Although this was as sexually intimate as the two would go with Rowen being in control, she was asexual after all. During that whole bit of discovery, she realized that she, although disliking sex, still wanted a romantic partner.

Despite all that, she was still a little kinky person, anyway. With the date begun, she couldn’t wait to be pummeled by her. Leading her into her living room, the two sat down before starting some small talk.

Though, it only lasted a couple of minutes before the everso directive Aurora asked her,

“So, what do you want to do?”

“I…uh…uh…” Brown replied, already flustered.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen and done all manner of things, so, tell me.”

“Well…I…want to be…um… dominated by you. To be at your mercy, to be yours.”

“That simple, huh, well I can certainly agree to that, after all, you are a hot enough woman.”

This elicited a flurry of butterflies to run up through Rowen’s stomach. “One last thing…um…I don’t want you to dominate me in a traditional sense.”

“What do you mean?” Aurora asked intrigued.

“Well, um… have you heard about those people born extremely malleable and who can withstand just about anything?”

“Yes, why?....Oh…” she nodded.

“That’s right…I’m one of them. You can flatten me, mold me, melt me, squish me, transform me. Do anything I’m yours.”

“I’ve never dated someone like you before, although, I have had thoughts about what I would do with someone like you.”

“Well, why don’t you do it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Without a doubt,” Rowen replied, beyond elated. 

Getting up from the couch, Aurora left her where she was and went into another room. Though it took her a moment to find what she was looking for. Once she did, she came back with a rolling pin. Hiding it behind her back, she could already guess what was about to happen to her.

With a sudden motion, she brought the pin down over her head and pancaked her on the couch. Surprised by how easy it was, she brushed it off, she had to be a domm after all. Peeling her off the cushion, she grabbed the tip of her head and the bottoms of her feet and pulled her apart.

Though almost accordion-like at first she quickly was stretched out to look like her regular self, albeit minus a dimension. Satisfied with her flat lover she gave a kiss, just about melting her date. Just as she requested, she was going to dominate her.

The first step in that was to make her know her place, and what a perfect way to make her realize it than to stomp her even flatten. All she had to do was to lay her on the ground, already wearing her heavy, thick boots.

Without as much as a warning, she brought her first foot done, eliciting a moan from Rowen. From there she couldn’t help herself. Jumping on her, walking over her, stomping her, rubbing her shoes into her body.

Step after step inflicted on her rubbery body, each step making her moan. Soon enough she was covered head to toe in a multitude of footsteps, each one different in motive, depth, and pleasurefulness.

Having tired herself out, she sat down on her couch looking at her hard work. Rowen’s face was locked in an orgasmic expression. It was perfect, she looked so utterly helpless. That alone was making her aroused.

The longer she stared at her the more turned on she became. At a certain point not even looking away brought her levels down. Nope, she was too far gone. Although, this was the perfect segway to her second step.

All while keeping her eyes on her flat date, she stripped out of her clothes. All she had left on was a bra and panty set. Catching a quick glimpse of herself in her mirror she had to admit she was hot, anyway.

At first, she was going to wipe her makeup off, but the desire to do this was much stronger. Planting a long kiss on her shoe-imprinted face, she rolled her up tight. Her entire body was contained in a small tube of herself.

Not being able to see what was happening Rowen could only feel as she was moved closer to her body. Pulling down her panties, she gave one last squeeze to her flattened form before plunging her inside.

She just about gasped as she felt the top of her body enter her pussy, feeling its warm, fleshy, and wet insides over her rubber body. Then she was pulled out, then back in. Again and again, Aurora brought her inside, using her as a makeshift dildo.

In and out and in and out. Over and over again. Both women getting more horny each time Rowen was shoved up her snatch. Finally, though, she reached a boiling point. Just as she did, she fully shoved her up inside.

She became entirely coated in the goth’s cum. Helplessly stuck in her pussy, she had to admit that despite being asexual that this was incredibly hot. For a couple of moments, she stayed there, a prisoner of her date’s pussy,

Satisfied with her climax and the way she used her, she pulled her out of her pussy. There in her hand was her rolled-up date, positively dripping with her cum. It was hot, but this wasn’t it. If she thought that she was properly dominated, she wasn’t done yet.

Although, she had to clean her off first. Bringing her to her bathroom, the two women took a shower, with Rowen acting as the rag. It was quite sensual, being used so intimately and being this close to her body.

Aurora had to restrain herself, one wrong use of her and she’d have to roll her up and use her as a dildo again. After a longer-than-expected shower, both women came out physically clean though mentally dirty.

She quickly dried the two of them off before taking her to her bedroom. There was where she’d get her new form. As she had implicitly said, she was going to transform her, which she was about to, she just had to get her into shape.

Giving her one last long kiss she began to cut her. Starting from her head she cut her in half. Now she was left with the perfect amount of materials to use. She grabbed some thread, a needle, and the instructions.

Looking over her flattened girlfriend she couldn’t help but wait to see how she’d react to her new form. It wasn’t permanent, though she’d stay it for a long time until she found another willing malleable person like Rowen. 

Lightly brushing her fingers over her flattened, rubbery form, causing her to moan. Thinking about what she was going to make her, she took one last breath before beginning work on her. 

A YEAR LATER

It was a Sunday, and thanks to her job it was also a day that Aurora had off. She had the whole weekend off but simply loved this day. For whatever reason she always enjoyed it. Like always on this day, she spent it lazing at her house.

Initially, she had planned to go out but the allure of spending a quiet day here was too much. On days like this, she would spend them either watching a movie or reading, as she was doing now. She had quite the collection, all thanks to Rowen’s car she sold.

Still, she did buy some of the books by herself without the money from it. Today she was engrossed in another sapphic novel, this one about a woman who falls in love with a sexy vampire. More often than not she empathized with the more dominant woman in her books, but that was just her.

In the spirit of a relaxing day, she dressed the part. She was braless and wearing a soft shirt for one of her favorite bands. On her waist was a nice silky pair of panties. Over her legs was a stripped pair of pajama pants. On her feet were her favorite slippers.

She had only had them for a year but they were by far her favorite. They were a nice tan color with some lines reminiscent of a human. On their insoles was a split in half tongue, from the toe area up to the ball area. From there was one-half of a woman’s face.

Although, it was hard to to really see her face. Having been worn heavily since she was transformed most of her was covered in Aurora’s foot gunk. The sweat-stained bi woman had long since accepted her position, though not in a dehumanizing way.

She knew she was going to be human again someday, so why try to be one now? Now, all she was was her girlfriend’s slippers, even if she barely paid her any attention. A little habit that she had when reading was to dangle her slippers.

She didn’t know why she did so but she always did, as she was now. While reading a passage in the book it reminded her of Rowen, to which she slapped one of the slippers into her sole, causing her to moan.

Both women quite enjoyed this, the goth especially. She was quite cheap, having made a majority of her clothes herself. This was why she transformed her into slippers in the first place. She had always wanted a pair but she could never find a comfortable and cheap enough pair.

Thankfully though her girlfriend came in handy, even if she didn’t treat her as such. Right now she was just a pair of slippers, why treat her differently? She only wore her at home and even then only on weeknights and weekends.

Most of her time was spent in her bedroom alongside her other handmade footwear. Anyway, that's enough thinking of her now. Satisfied with the response her sole slap elicited, Aurora focused her attention back on her romance book, not giving Rowen a subsequent thought.