This choice: The bridesmaids think Emma was joking and play with the squishy doll • Go Back...Chapter #6From Bride to Toy by: Azazel-8   As soon as Emma left the room, Kristina broke down laughing, joined soon after by Akiko and Liz as the three young women looked down in amusement at the little toy their friend had left behind. For a moment they’d almost been convinced that the bride genuinely cared about the squishy little thing, alive or not, but then she’d casually crushed it on the way out the door and any lingering doubts had been vanished from their minds. This was just a squishy doll. A little prank and nothing more.
Well if Emma thought she was going to catch them playing host to this thing she’d be surely mistaken. It was obvious that the real, human-sized, Sophie was just running a little bit late, so they’d just have to stay here and wait for her to arrive. Still, there was no harm in having some fun with the doll while they waited. As Kristina finally got her laughter under control she reached out for the little thing, intent on giving it a more thorough examination out of curiosity alone.
For Sophie the laughter of the towering women filed her with dread, since she knew well enough from previous experiences what it indicated. They hadn’t believed Emma, which meant the best she could hope for is that they would just leave her alone or, failing that, that they’d give her he opportunity she needed to show them she was alive. As Kristina’s massive hand closed in, the tiny bride tried desperately to move her flattened limbs to signal that she was indeed alive and raise her voice in warning.
But before the redhead’s reach could even get halfway there Jasmine, her face still set in an angry scowl, got in first, snatching up Sophie without a care for the feeble movements she had managed and hurling her to the ground. The unfortunate tiny collided solidly with the hard timbers of the changing room floor, squishing out slightly and undoing any progress she had made towards reforming. To her horror she had landed face-up and could only watch in despair as the bare tanned foot of her tormentor descending towards her.
To her credit, as she brought her foot down with colossal force, Jasmine had no idea that she was squishing a real human being. She was entirely convinced that the little head that flattened into nothing beneath the heel of her foot, even as the rest of its body was steamrolled under her sole, belonged to nothing more than a stupid little doll that Emma used to pull a stupid little prank that had ended with her flat on her ass. Right now she just needed to release her anger before the ceremony, and the best way to do that in her mind was to show this damn toy who was boss.
The other bridesmaids watched on in amusement as Jasmine stomped on the now thoroughly squished women over and over again, her feet a blur of motion as she practically marched in place over the flattened toy. Kristina in particular giggled mirthfully at the wet squelching sound that emanated from Sophie’s body as she was worked into dough by the bridesmaid’s unforgiving feet, though from the way they were clutching at their sides Akiko and Liz were obviously equally amused.
Soon amusement turned to curiosity, and the other girls approached Jasmine to have their own turns with the doll. Though somewhat reluctant to share, the tanned woman had calmed down enough to comply as the number of feet squishing Sophie suddenly increased from two to eight, what had already been a storm of sweat and pain becoming a maelstrom of feet pounding her into the floor. If she had any strength left at all she would have used it to cry and beg for mercy, but all she could do was lay there and take it as the merciless women crushed her into paste.
After nearly two full minutes of continuous footfalls, Akiko’s long slender toes suddenly clamped down around the remains of Sophie’s head, crushing the tiny bride’s face into the warm sweaty flesh between her toes before lifting her into the air and raising her above the nearest stool. Her friends looked on in curiosity as the shorter woman slammed her foot down on the stool and rubbed it back and forth for a few moments before lifting it away to reveal a flattened and mangled sticker of a bride cartoonishly emblazoned across the colourful fabric.
Even Jasmine laughed at this, joining her friends in their mirth as they looked down at the slowly reforming Sophie. Unwilling to give their toy any mercy, Akiko shot her friends a smirk before turning and allowing herself to fall backwards onto the stool, briefly filling Sophie’s vision with the sight of her tight panty-clad butt before promptly squishing the tiny woman flat beneath her generous rear. With a quick grind back and forth to rub salt in the wound, the bridesmaid sprung back to her feet, stepping aside to allow Kristina to take her place as the overflowing ass of the massive redhead descended on their defenceless victim. Jasmine and Liz already lined up as well.
For the next fifteen minutes Sophie was subjected to a never-ending barrage of feet, butts, boobs and other body parts as the bridesmaids came up with increasingly inventive ways to play with their new toy as they waited patiently for their assigned bride to arrive. She had been crushed between Liz and Akiko’s posteriors as the two girls tried to push each other over with their butts alone, buried deep in Kristina’s cleavage as she jogged on the spot, used to floss out the gunk between each of Akiko’s toes, and used as a sweat rag for every part of Jasmine’s body imaginable, among many other things.
Eventually though, the now unrecognisably mangled bride ended up back where she had begun, buried beneath the overwhelming mass of Jasmine’s butt. Her friends had finally grown tired of playing with their toy and the tanned bridesmaid had decided that she would get back at Emma for earlier by returning the stupid doll to where she had found it, only this time she was going to make absolutely sure that it was properly attached to her rear. Not wanting anything to get in the way of her revenge she’d even stripped off her pantyhose to allow direct contact.
Sophie could do nothing to protect herself as Jasmine began to rub her bare butt back and forth across the stool, smearing the little woman all over her cheek as she did her level best to plaster the tiny bride to her generous ass. This was supposed to have been the happiest day of her life, but unless something happened soon it could well become her last day as a human being.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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