Factory Accident ...
At twenty-four, she’d done VR skinwalks, neuron-sync orgies, quantum tattoos that rearranged her flesh in sync with starlight. But nothing came close to Velin’s offer.
“They’ll look at you,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “and never be able to forget.”
Jane was elegance incarnate, drawn to the unveiling like a moth to the soft, deceptive glow of power. The demonstration hall thrummed beneath the feet of the elite, the rich and terrible bored with bloodsports, craving something cleaner, more aesthetic.
The WRX-9 stood gleamin...
2025-04-01 14:57:37 +0000 UTC View Post
The showroom gleamed with cold, metallic light, its edges sharp, sterile—like a dream hovering on the precipice of nightmare. Rows of cylindrical machines lined the floor, each a strange blend of engineering and exhibition, their purpose both beautiful and horrific.
Inside one of them, a ...
2025-03-18 16:04:52 +0000 UTC View Post
She lowered herself, letting her soft cheeks press into the opening. The metal frame hugged her hips as she wiggled, settling in. Then—click. The rollers engaged.
Her breath hitched. A squeeze. A firm, steady pull.
The first thing she felt was warmth—unexpected, as the machine emb...
2025-02-11 14:08:56 +0000 UTC View Post
"You're really gonna do it, huh?" Her voice was playful, teasing, like she was daring me. She sat in the metal tray of the machine, her bare skin catching the cold industrial gleam, her blonde hair tousled like she just rolled out of bed—or out of a magazine spread.
She ran a hand through...
2025-02-10 12:00:44 +0000 UTC View Post
The showroom gleamed with an unnatural perfection, its walls lined with frozen, flattened souls—preserved in glossy, paper-thin displays. They hung like living posters, stretched impossibly wide, their final expressions trapped in eerie silence. Some still...
2025-02-06 13:43:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe theater was buzzing with excitement as Damien Steele stepped into the spotlight, his commanding presence drawing every eye in the room. He wore his signature black suit, accented with shimmering silver embroidery, and his emerald eyes twinkled with devilish intent. Behind him stood his assist...
2025-01-10 15:34:34 +0000 UTC View Post
In a quiet industrial yard, the heavy rumble of a steamroller echoed through the air, the scent of heated asphalt rising like a sultry musk. At the heart of this surreal tableau stood Serena—a vision of voluptuous abandon. Her flawless olive-toned skin gleamed under the afternoon sun, untouched...
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The machine groaned, steel rollers grinding together as the transformation reached its grim conclusion. What emerged from the wringer was a flat, pliable poster that still bore traces of the woman she once was—a distorted, lifeless snapshot of her voluptuous body, stretched unnaturally and smoo...
2024-11-20 14:08:54 +0000 UTC View Post
He grinned wickedly, reaching for the thick metal grid he'd prepared earlier—ironwork with slits and jagged edges perfect for his brutal intention. He set it down on the table, its gritty surface already stained from prior use, and held her flattened, paper-thin form over it. Her once lush and ...
2024-11-14 14:54:52 +0000 UTC View Post
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2024-11-14 12:54:14 +0000 UTC View Post
She dangled over the cold, metal pipe, her flattened, poster-thin form draped like a soaked towel, the heavy weight of fluids stretching the paper until it hung low, just barely managing to stay intact. The pipe cut across her shoulders, creasing her paper-flesh and forcing her arched back to ben...
2024-11-12 15:02:38 +0000 UTC View Post
The factory was eerily silent as you walked in, every step echoing off cold, empty walls, broken only by the low, rhythmic hum of the wringer machine—a monstrous contraption of metal rollers and grinding gears. But it wasn’t just the machine that caught your eye. Between the gleaming rollers,...
2024-11-08 14:52:15 +0000 UTC View Post
The last thing she remembered was stepping off the curb, phone in hand, when a rough grip yanked her from behind, hauling her into the back of a black van. Struggling only seemed to amuse them. They laughed, leering, fingers trailing possessively over her curves as they pinned her down. Soon enou...
2024-11-06 16:33:26 +0000 UTC View Post
The factory's shadows seemed to stretch and twist, concealing years of disuse, dust, and broken dreams, but she wasn't alone in the musty, forgotten expanse. They’d dragged her inside without any regard, two men with hungry eyes and twisted grins, steering her past rows of rusted, looming machi...
2024-11-01 12:55:07 +0000 UTC View PostA bunch of first PIKA AI crush + squish tests for you.
Not a big fan of AI in general but of course useful for some squishing content :D
2024-10-22 09:09:50 +0000 UTC View Post