"...the yoga mat incident from Vanessa's birthday that one semester!" Brinley exclaimed, both giggling and blushing sheepishly. "That was a pretty silly little mishap."
"A mishap for who?" Shaye asked, curiously.
On the surface, the picture Carmine had pointed to didn't reveal much. It was taken by Brinley as a selfie, her arm outstretched to capture as much of the scene as possible. She was sitting at the table of her dorm room kitchen. In the frame was an unwrapped gift box, an elongated tan-colored yoga mat, and Vanessa. Vanessa was holding the mat and gently smiling at the camera, while Brinley was grinning from ear-to-ear.
"For Allegra." Brinley admitted. "That...uh...that yoga mat is her. Or, well, she's glued to it like a padded cover."
Sloane's eyes widened. "Goodness, really? I can't even tell, it just looks like a simple tan yoga mat. That's Allegra?"
"Yep." Brinley nodded. "So, basically..."
*****
(FLASHBACK BEGINS)
It was your third semester at Weston, and your life was going pretty good. You'd started dating Brinley almost immediately after your first hectic and crazy meeting with her, and that had been lovely. Yes, your girlfriend was colossally ditzy, and barely a day passed without her extreme forgetfulness, inattentive nature, or airheaded antics causing some squish-related mishap to befall you. But she was also kind, gentle, loving, and gorgeous as heck, so it was worth the trade-off as far as you were concerned. Even if it was a little harder to tell yourself that during those times she was chomping on you like gum, or the moments you got lost in her thicc ass when she got carried away during sex.
At the current moment, you were resting in Brinley's palm on her bed. The beautiful blonde was alternating telling you about her classes, and burying you in kisses with her plump lips, her soft mouth feeling so euphorically divine that you didn't even mind getting her saliva all over you. Finally, during a lull between kisses, and Brinley chattering about her 'super-duper hard book-reading class' (it was a Beginner's Intro to Literature course), you spoke up.
"Say, Brinley, did you finally remember to get a birthday card for Vanessa. Her birthday is tomorrow, yeah?" You asked.
Brinley grinned. "I sure did, finally! Picked it up at the campus store just the other...oh shoot! Oh shoot, oh shoot!" Brinley shot up from her reclined position, and reflexively tensed (crushing you in her fist before you could react). "I totally forgot to order her birthday gift! Aw man, I had it picked out and everything, but I like totally forgot!" Slowly, she unfurled her fist, allowing your smushed self to reform.
"What...was the gift?" You inquired, while reinflating.
"A cover for her yoga mat." Brinley explained. "You know how much she loves that old thing, and she uses it, like, every day. But it's so ratty and beat up." Brinley noted, and you had to agree. You'd spent two days smeared onto it just the other week, thanks to Brinley accidentally stepping on you when you'd been in the middle of using the mat for your own workout (with Vanessa's permission).
"I'm sure Vanessa will forgive you." You pointed out, but your girlfriend hardly seemed consoled.
"But baaaaabe!" Brinley whined. "I'll be so embarrassed! And what if she's, like, angry at me? I, like, totally don't wanna have no gift for her tomorrow! But if I order now, it'll take a week to ship!"
"I'm sure you can just--"
"Ooh, wait!" Brinley suddenly brightened, the blonde back in her usual high spirits. "Allegra, do you, like, think you could help me out? As a favor? Would that be too much to ask?"
"Help you out with what?" You frowned. "I mean, I'm always willing to help you, Brinley, you know that. Whatever you need."
Brinley grinned (and failed to really acknowledge that first question you asked). "Seriously, babe? Do you mean it? You'll really help me out?"
"Yes, of course. I love you, Brinley, and I always want you to know that I'll help you with anything you ever need. Just tell me what you're--"
And then, before you could finish, Brinley let out an excited squeal and clapped her hands together, crushing you into paste.
"Oh, I love you so much, babe! You're the best and most amazing and most beautiful and most selfless girlfriend ever!" She gave you another sloppy kiss, but you couldn't even appreciate it before Brinley had torn off your clothes and begun to mold your now nude malleable body. Twisting, pulling, contorting, and stretching, Brinley effortlessly mashed your body into an elongated rectangular shape, and you were so stunned you didn't even think to try and resist or fight. Never before had your girlfriend handled you in this way (well, never knowingly, at least, she'd confused you for Tinex no less than five times already in the past).
Out of the corner of your eye, you then spotted Vanessa's yoga mat, and your heart plummeted...but there was nothing you could do. In seconds, Brinley had torn off the old tattered and sweat-stained padded cover and tossed it in the garbage. She then slapped you down onto the mat back-first, leaving your comically warped face staring up at her in horror (a sight which your girlfriend failed to recognize as fear, and instead made her giggle). Brinley then smoothed out your elongated form until your squishy body took up the entire length of the yoga mat, your face near one end and your crotch near the other. Worse still, Brinley proceeded to fold your excesses squishiness over the sides of the mat and superglue your body into the corners, locking you in as a makeshift padded cover for the mat!
Finally, Brinley stuck out her tongue in a display of adorable concentration, and proceeded to violently and painfully smear your body with her hands. No doubt she was trying to disguise your identity by warping and melding your recognizable human features, but that didn't made it any less painful as she crushed and contorted your face and crotch, until you were visibly an almost uniformly-tan yoga mat cover. One of your eyes still faintly remained, meaning you were still capable of sight, albeit blurry. Otherwise, Brinley had expertly completed your transformation.
"Ah, you look perfect, babe! Vanessa will, like, totally not know the difference!" Brinley grinned. "Which means that, like, I don't have to get all embarrassed and stuff tomorrow, and you don't have to be ashamed of being discovered either! Another total one-one for Brinley!" Your girlfriend pumped her fist (and butchered the 'win-win' saying).
She then placed the order for the actual Tinex yoga mat cover, and then sealed the deal by dropping you into a gift box and closing it up, then wrapping it. All the while, you twitched and thrashed, but it was no use. You were exhausted, and your body was stretched to the seams to fit over Vanessa's extra-long yoga mat. You could barely muster any energy at all, and proceeded to pass the next sixteen hours mostly just drifting in and out of sleep.
You were finally brought back into the light the next day when Vanessa and Brinley celebrated together, and the beautiful muscular girl effortlessly ripped open the gift box and extracted your squishy self.
"Is this...a yoga mat?" Vanessa asked, one of her hands clamped tightly around your body (and rather painfully and arousingly, her thumb was digging into your smeared crotch).
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