Ever since Mark and Jess started dating, I’ve begun to see them less and less. Part of it was intentional, albeit part of it was not. Sure, I was one of Mark’s best friends and all, but I wasn’t mad that he spent all his time with his girlfriend and not with me, his girl friend.

Still, part of me was hurt. For years, we had been friends, even when we were children. Thanks to that, we’re quite close, always have been. With that, we know each other pretty well, even those aspects we liked to keep hidden.

When it came to Mark, it was nothing major, just stupid things he did and the like. For me, well, my stuff was a bit more personal. The biggest thing I told him about was my malleability. For whatever reason, I was born with increased flexibility.

Anything you did to my body, I could handle. Whether you flatten, melt, mold, squish, squash, trample, or hit me, I could take it. Mark was one of the only people I had ever told, partly due to my insecurity about it, and partly due to not wanting anyone to abuse my body.

It was pretty easy to do so anyway, with how quickly my body could become 2D. Out of everyone I told, he was never someone who'd abuse it. Sure, my family knew, but they’d occasionally flatten me or do something like that.

Him, though, he’d never. It had been quite a few months since I had last talked to Mark when he suddenly texted me. Sure, we did keep in touch, but we mainly had scheduled times to talk to each other. Still, it was nice to see him reach out when I wasn’t expecting it.

We talked for a while before he brought up what he really wanted. “I hate to ask you this, especially with how late it is, but, um, could you come over to my house to help me with something?”

“Sure,” I reasoned without hesitation, “What’s up?” I asked. “I’ll explain once you get here.” Although I was a bit intrigued by why he was so secretive, I figured it must be something with Jess. Boy, how right I turned out to be.

A short drive later, I arrived at Mark’s house. It looked just like it did the last time I came around, except for Jess’ car in his driveway. Weirdly, I felt a chill down my spine, almost as if something bad was about to happen, though I brushed it off.

Walking up to his front door, the chill got worse, but there was nothing I should be wary of, right? I knocked on his door and waited for a couple of seconds before she opened it. Yes, she. Peeking over her shoulder, I tried to find Mark, but there was no sight of him. 

Turning around, I tried to see if maybe he was going to scare, yet nothing. My attention was brought back towards Jess as I heard her huff. My body spun around when I stopped in shock. Above her head and in her hands was a giant mallet.

A mallet which was brought down upon my head. I was flattened, flattened my best friend’s girlfriend! How did she know about my flexibility? Did Mark tell her? I didn’t have much time to ponder these questions as she reached down and rolled up my body.

Sure, I have experienced this before, but there was something so humiliating that it was her doing this. Her thin fingers made light work of my squished body. My body was rolled tight within itself, with my face finding itself wrapped around my entire body.

As a result of this, I couldn’t see where she was carrying me. Although wherever it was, it was quite close. After maybe about 10 seconds of walking, we reached our destination. Jess lifted my rolled body up and put me in something.

Around me, I felt metal, metal which, after a couple of seconds, started to feel a bit hot. At first, I thought it was a sort of mental trick, given that I had lost my sense of sight. But, steadily, it grew hotter and hotter. After around a minute, I realized where I was. I was in a pot!

A pot, which, given the heat, was probably a melting pot. But that only meant one thing… Jess was melting me! I tried my best to wiggle about, but due to the heat and the fact that parts of me had already started to pool beneath, it was fruitless.

During this whole melting process, I was still surrounded by myself. I only got a full view of my surroundings once ninety percent of me was melted. It had been a long while since I had been melted this completely.

As I felt myself start to boil, Jess returned, this time with a grin on her face. “Alright, squishy girl,” she said. “It’s about time I show you why I had you come here. Recently, one of my dildo’s had gotten lost, so I needed to replace it.”

“Although, given how large Mark’s erect package was, I knew something I found online wouldn’t help me scratch the itch. So, after getting a mold made of Mark’s dick, well, you’ll see.” With that, I felt as she lifted up the pot and stopped above something.

She tilted my container ever so slightly, towards the hole of the mold. I felt and saw as my goopy body began to pour into it. It started off slow before reaching a peak where huge swaths of me entered the mold, followed by a slow climax of the rest of me dripping into it.

Now inside the mold, I felt my body cool down. As it was doing this, I rethought what Jess had said. Given the mold I was now in and what she said about Marl’s erect penies, it didn’t take too long to put two and two together. She had made me into a mold of my best friend Mark’s cock!

I sat inside the thing for a couple of hours, if not more. Since I couldn’t see a clock or anything like that, it was really hard to tell. As the time passed, though, I felt my body change. Slowl,y it began to harden, not in the traditional sense.

It was really more that my body was setting the mold, taking its shape. Anyway, after a bout of boring hours in a row, Jess finally showed back up. When she came into view, like the last time I saw her, she had this grin on her face. 

Grabbing two sides of the mold, she flipped it upside down before slamming it down onto the table. Out I popped, Gina the human made into Gina the dildo. I felt myself wobble a bit, with her laughing at this. Rather quickly, she snatched me and carried me back to her room.

What followed is what I can only describe as the most uncomfortable experience of my life. Jess used me as what I now was, a dildo. In and out and in and out, most of my body was jammed up her snatch.

Each time I was inserted, I could feel not only the heat from her but her wetness. I was never that type of woman to enjoy something like this; I was straight for goodness' sake. After a while, though, the whole motion steadily increased and increased until…

She ultimately climaxed while I was jammed into her pussy. Everything that happened down here was uncomfortable, but this, this was too far. I could feel as she came, as her crotch cooled down. It was just disgusting, but there was nothing I could do.

I was taken out and put in a drawer by her bedside. A few days after, and a few more climaxes, she took me out on the town. Shoving my entire body up inside her pussy, she covered my exit with her panties before walking around town. 

It was quite uncomfortable, especially knowing that if someone did see me, they’d only know me as her dildo. That was just a depressing thought. After a couple of hours stuck up within her, I was taken out. When I was, I found myself back in her bedroom, this time with Mark.

I could only watch and feel as Jess used me on herself, all while he was looking on. My best friend throughout my entire life got excited seeing me being shoved up his girlfriend’s crotch, all while he didn’t know. He just assumed I was another dildo.

Given how roughly I was being treated, I figured that’s all that Jess would see me as for the foreseeable future.