Ruse let her curiosity get the best of her as she reached out to touch the strange wall. The wall pulsed as soon as her hand touched it, and then the surface of the wall shot out to cover her hand, as if it was drawn to it. It covered her whole hand quickly, covering it with soft, white bread, and then continued up her arm greedily. The girl let out a yelp and tried to pull away, only to find herself at the mercy of the wall that was eagerly coating its new host.
The pulsing bread wasted no time coating her arm, spreading to her chest and neck shortly after, coating everything it touched in a thick, hearty layer of warm white bread. Ruse could do nothing as it covered her face, as she felt it wrap around the rest of her head, encasing it as it coated the rest of her body as well. In no time at all it traversed down her body, coating her ass and groin as it continued to her legs. It finished wrapping her remaining limbs quickly and then her breaded hand disconnected from the bread on the wall, leaving the completely bread-coated woman to herself.
However, that was not all, because as soon as she was disconnected from the source of her plight, her body began flattening all at once, thick crusts forming along her sides, top and bottom. Her breaded breasts and butt smushed and expanded outwards into larger circles as the compression continued. It stopped when she was a breaded cut-out of a person, about two or three normal bread slices thick, balancing on the crusts of her feet momentarily before her flimsy legs made it too difficult to balance and she flopped over backwards. And there she laid, a vaguely-person-shaped slice of bread, for the next person to come along and find her.