'Jesus,' thought Bob, and in surprise, stopped thrusting.

"What the f..." started Emma.

"I guess she's not as dead as we thought!" exclaimed Bob. He shook his head in disbelief, then shrugged his shoulders, and resumed fucking Kasia.

Maisie gasped again as her forearms snapped, then started a sustained squealing, punctuated by more gasps. Her brown eyes darted from side to side as she took in the situation, and she tried to raise herself from the conveyor, but pinned by her broken arms, all she could manage was to lift her cute rear end before collapsing again with her legs splayed out to the sides like a frog.

Kasia, panicking, fumbled at the controls. She went for the red stop button, but her hand was shaking, and she missed, instead hitting the button to raise the roller.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," chanted Kasia, "I've fucked it up!" She seemed less concerned by the ungodly act that had occurred before her, and more by losing control of the machine. She once again grabbed at the controller, and sent the roller descending once more to its proper place. The whole time, however, the belt had continued onwards.

Kasia realized that things were getting out of hand, and was about to hit the red stop button again when she realized what was in store, and that things could get very interesting indeed.

Her eyes locked with Maisie's. She started shouting, almost incoherently, "This is for you bitch fuck you payback time I hate you I hate you." She was bouncing and jumping as she spat her venom.

"Hnnng," Bob responded, quite appropriately, and re-asserted his dominance by slamming her back down onto the crate.

Kasia, having regained focus on the job in hand, stopped the belt moving, but allowed the roller's continued descent, until it bore down into the feminine curve of Maisie's lower back, pinning her in place.

The gap between the roller and belt narrowed to six inches and abdominal innards gurgled audibly as they shifted under the weight. "Awwk!" squawked Maisie, "urgh". She was kicking with her legs and flapping her arms but of course her efforts were comically futile.

Bob was mesmerised, still fantasising that the destruction was happening to the girl he was fucking. He slid his hands down Kasia's body and gripped her around the waist, kneading her stomach with his thick fingers.

Five inches. The puppy fat around Maisie's midriff started to bulge out like love handles. Her increasingly desperate gasps for air became shallower and more frequent. Suddenly she was quiet, as if she was holding her breath, before sharting explosively, much to everyone's amusement.

Four inches. There was a nasty tearing sound as her perineum was ripped open from her anus to vagina. The two orifices had become one. Then with a wet splorp, Maisie's abdomen disgorged a bolus of entrails from this newly widened cavity.

"Eww. See, I told you, Bob!" Kasia exclaimed gleefully.

Three inches. The skin of her newly formed love handles split open, and mushy white fat spewed out onto the steel plates followed by coils of intestines. Maisie was screaming with her eyes, but her throat only managed sad choking noises.

Two inches. A sharp pop announced that her spine had given way, followed by a crescendo of wet crunches which prompted Kasia to finally stop the descent of the roller. Maisie's drooling mouth was opening and closing like a stranded goldfish, the pressure on her body such that she could no longer draw breath. Her once soft, girlish middle was completely pulped and blood cascaded across the conveyor and dribbled to the floor.

Emma was enthralled. "God, Bob, it squished her so easy! Just like stepping on butter. And she looks so cute now -- it's all about that waist to hip ratio. But now what?"