Melissa sighs in annoyance as she hits hang up on the phone "Great, now I have to do Theresa's math home in summer school for the next two weeks... Oh well. Small price to pay if it got whateer was happening to her taken care of. She told her sister that she was runniing to town with Theresa. Amber just rolled her eyes, whispered "whatever," and went back to her magazine. Melissa sighed and quickly moved down to the front door to wait for her.
Soon enough, the front door swings wide open, sending Melissa sprawling. Next thing she knew, she felt a colossal weight slam into her back and flatten her form. Above her, she heard obviously pretending to be clueless voice of Theresa, "Now where could my dear friend Melissa have gotten to? I really want to help her get whatever her emergency is stomped down" with this she took another couple steps, with poor Melissa stuck firmly to the sole of her shoe.
She focused as hard as she could, the last thing she wanted was for Theresa to find out about her problem, especially via her being part of her boot. Everyone else saw Theresa as a perfect little angel, which is how she looked 99% of the time. That other 1% of the time was when she had Melissa alone, or with the few friends who knew what she was really like, and she was abusing the fact that she couldn't fight back. Finally she felt the weight let off her and found herself looking at Theresa's face, "Oh, there you are silly," she peeled her off and rolled her into a ball, then clapped to flatten her between her hands. Theresa looked at the blob of flesh in her left palm, Melissa's distorted, pained face looking back at her. "Lets go get you taken care of. You're in good hands now." Melissa groaned at the pun as Theresa squeezed her hand into a fist and walked slowly to her car.
Melissa struggled to pay attention, but it was hard. She didn't feel much of any pain, even from the stomping (Her doctor had said something about how pain is a reaction to danger, and since she was in little physical danger, she just didn't register it very much at all), but the heat of Theresa's hand was soothing in her squished form, and she had to admit, she wore wonderful smelling perfume. If it weren't for all the years of Theresa being such a sadistic witch to her, Melissa would probably be in love with the blond beauty... okay, she still thought she was incredibly hot, especially those knee high black boots she was wearing, and her pert B cups and.... Melissa's mind wandered.
She was shocked out of her reverie at the sound of a car door slamming. Light returned to the world and she was looking up at Theresa's evil face again. "Alright you little twerp. Why am I-WHAT THE HELL!?!!?" Melissa tried to move off her hand... then realizes what she'd done. During her little fantasy session, she'd merged with the palm of her 'savior's' hand. There was no seam around the edges of her squished body, just Theresa's mild tan that slowly faded to Melissa's pale skin color as it got closer to her face. She tried to focus to pull herself off, but Theresa's finger nails started scraping across her, trying to peel her off. Her thoughts were lost to the mild pain grating across her, which only made her merge more.
Finally Theresa pulled her palm close to her face, eyes full of fury, "What did you do you little shit!? Tell me now!" Melissa was filled with genuine terror at the look she was being given, and without thinking of the consequences, sputtered out everything she knew, accidentally including the part about how it was the thought of her body that had derailed her attention so badly as to cause this.
Theresa's face slowly turned from anger to shock, to mild disgust, and finally to amusement. She saw the face on her palm starting to regain definition, slowly un-merging from her. The fake syrupy sweet tones returned, "Oh Melissa, you silly girl. You mean, you really like my body?" She ran her palm down her thigh, back up her thigh and stopping to brush her panties, then up to her breasts before bringing it back up to her face. She was filled with glee when she saw that her skin tone had completely replaced Melissa's, whose eyes were unfocused and dreamy. "Is that the case?" Melissa's face kind of twitched up and down in a yes nod. "This'd be even more inconvenient for your family. You might need someone to take care of you 24/7 now, huh?" again, the same inattentive nod with a dazed muttering of affirmation. "In fact, it'd probably be easier for everyone if you just belonged to me from now on wouldn't it?" Melissa's purred at the thought, it having a completely different context in her brain at the moment...
As she snapped back, realizing what had just been said, Theresa clapped her hands together again, "Perfect! I knew you'd agree. I mean, I've been treating you like property ever since grade school. Might as well make it real, right my little toy?" Melissa tried to reply, but the hand she was on tightened on the steering wheel as the car started. "In fact, I know just what to do with you. You're going to...
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