Insta-Fit Press

"Sure," said John as he walked towards the door. It read 'Insta-Fit Press'. "Are you sure this is safe to walk into? It seems like part of the fitness equipment."

Petra nodded without looking, "You'll be fine, one of us will have to operate the machine so going in alone will be fine. You can leave the dress here though."

John looked at the dress in his hands, "Why?"

"We don't want anyone trying to steal our gowns, just a precaution."

"Okay" said John, as he left the dress behind and entered the chamber. From the inside it looked like a normal room except for two indents on either side of the wall. Both were in the shape of a person. As he felt the walls he could tell that they were a hard, but flexible plastic as if it was a giant waffle iron or something.

As soon as the door closed John heard a *CLICK*.

"Oh no!" said Petra, "This is the new model!"

"Help me!"

"No. Stop. Please." said Petra in a mocking sarcastic way.

It didn't take long for John to notice the walls closing in. He tried to fight against it but the walls were not budging. His only hope was the person sized indents. He jumped in and prayed he'd survive. Once the light was blocked and he was cemented between the walls the pounding began to start. First his face, then his crotch, then his chest, then the rest of his body. The process felt like hours, but could only have been moments.

Petra sashayed to the other side of the room where a conveyor belt that read "output" began to turn on. With a ding and a hiss a woman's **** body was slowly expunged from a trap door and onto the conveyor belt. She was perfectly sculpted with long brown hair and voluptuous lips. Slim arms and legs that would make a can can dancer jealous.

Kasey sat back in awe clutching the golden dress. "Is she awake?"