Flattened at the Office

Mary, like many others, had been afflicted by the strange virus that swept the world in the recent past. It didn’t kill its carriers, in fact it didn’t harm them at all. But it did something much stranger. The virus, later called the Flexi-Virus, caused the infected person’s body to become, as the name suggested, flexible. But not in an advanced yoga-pose kind of way, but in a body-made-of-rubber kind of way.

Mary’s body was left far more durable than before, but also left her vulnerable to being flattened and misshapen under the right amount of force. Some Flexi-Humans, as the carriers of the virus came to be called, enjoyed their condition, using it to their advantage. A fetish even grew out of Flexi-Humans using their special talents, with many people starting new JustFollowers accounts dedicated to it.

Mary was not one of these people. Rather, she much preferred to keep her condition a secret. Not that she was a sexual prude, of course. As a person who enjoyed the sexual company of both men and women, she was certainly no angel. But she had no interest in exploring the more R-rated aspects of her condition, and neither did she want to be fetishized because of it.

In her office, where she worked as an office manager of a small psychotherapy practice, only her boss even knew that she was a Flexi-Human. She was never all that close to Jill, which maybe made sense, since Mary was half her age, but they got along well enough. Jill sometimes teased Mary about her unique condition, but only ever in private. Mary even got the impression that Jill might have been a bit jealous of her.

One nondescript Tuesday in the office, Jill called Mary’s desk phone and asked her to come into her office for a moment. Since Mary didn’t have anything going on at the moment, she immediately complied, pushing the door open. Jill’s office was always a mess, every surface covered with paperwork or reference books. She preferred to keep paper records on her clients, so boxes of old files were stacked up around the office. It was cluttered, sure, but everything had its place.

“Jill? You wanted to see me?” Mary asked, stepping over the threshold. She wasn’t at her desk, so Mary took a few steps in, thinking that maybe her boss was digging through the records somewhere out of sight.

Suddenly and without warning, a stack of boxes to her right tipped and started to fall directly toward her. Mary didn’t have a chance to get out of the way, all she could do was yelp and throw her arms up over her face. The heavy boxes dropped down onto her hard, the weight of them crushing her into the floor. At that moment, she knew that she had been reduced to a thin sheet of woman.

Jill cleared the boxes off Mary with a smug smile. The boss reached down and peeled the younger woman up off the floor and flipped her over, burying Mary’s face in the rough industrial carpet of the office.

Mary felt her legs being folded up toward her head, so her feet were sitting against her ass. Jill didn’t stop there though, and folded Mary one more time, leaving her feet and hips against the small of her back. That’s when Jill lifted her head and shoulders off the floor and laid them back on the rest of her body.

Mary could only helplessly watch as Jill lifted and carried her across the room toward her desk. The boss then laid her onto the seat of her oversized office chair, leaving Mary in a neatly folded stack, her face and shoulders centered like a seat cushion and looking straight up at the ceiling.

Panic gripped Mary as she watched her boss turn around and start to lower her pencil-skirt-covered ass down toward her. She could do nothing as the warm, slightly damp cloth pressed against her cheeks and nose. Jill’s weight continued to increase, crushing Mary down further into the soft leather of the chair beneath her. Every second the pressure increased, and time after time Mary had the thought that she couldn’t take any more. As if in defiance of this thought, the pressure got worse nonetheless.

Finally the weight stopped increasing, leaving Mary in a state that didn’t exactly hurt, but was incredibly uncomfortable. It felt like someone had parked a car on her face, her entire body pressed down with an unfathomable weight. Not that Jill was particularly heavy, but at Mary’s size, her boss may well have been a house.

Mary couldn’t even begin to guess why Jill was doing this, but she didn’t really have the chance to think about it. The smell of the other woman’s ass took over, to a point where she could scarcely remember having smelled anything else in her life.

Her time under her boss seemed to stretch on forever, and just when she started to get kind of used to it, Jill would shift her position, grinding Mary ever deeper into the chair. If it wasn’t for the intense weight, Mary might have enjoyed being so close to Jill’s hindquarters. She was an attractive woman, after all.

Finally, Jill lifted up off of her.

“Oh, I forgot you were down there,” the older woman said with a slight startle. “Well it’s late, so I’ll have to get you off the chair tomorrow, I’m heading home. If you can reform yourself before then, you’re free to go home!”

Jill walked out of her line of sight, closing the office door behind her. Mary struggled to reform herself, which she could always do given enough time. Though in this particular instance it was harder than usual, the constant pressure for such a long time apparently took its toll.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mary froze. Of course, she wasn’t moving much before, so not much actually changed.

“Jill?” a voice called. Mary recognized it as Maya, the thirty-two-year-old lesbian from the accounts payable department. Mary couldn’t help but have a few fantasies about the petite ‘muscle mommy’ a couple times in recent weeks.

Mary heard footsteps, and then Maya moved into view around the desk. The other woman paused for a moment before a smile crossed her face. Before Mary knew what was happening, Maya had scooped her up from the chair and tucked her into her purse.

When they arrived at Maya’s home, the lesbian pulled Mary from her purse and immediately started molding her like clay. Mary couldn’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure at being so easily manipulated by the strong woman. Maya grunted and exerted herself smashing and reshaping Mary, until finally she stepped back and admired her work. Mary had a hard time seeing from this new form, almost as if her face had been folded inside of whatever she had become.

“And just so you don't reform overnight…” Maya muttered to herself and picked up a heavy box, setting it down on top of Mary. The weight would indeed keep her from reforming, the pressure was too strong for her to overcome. Just like before it wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable. Adding to the discomfort was the fact that Mary didn’t even know what Maya had done to her.

The next morning, the weight lifted off Mary, revealing a naked Maya standing over her. Mary couldn’t help but admire her coworker’s trim, but curvy-in-all-the-right-places body. But those thoughts were cut short as Maya lifted her up and lowered her down toward her feet. Only when the lesbian stepped through Mary did she realize what form she had been forced into. Staring directly up at Maya’s perfectly shaven pussy, Mary knew what was about to happen.

Without hesitation, Maya raised the panty-shaped woman up her legs, forcing Mary’s face directly into her slit. Mary had been right, Maya had indeed situated her face on the inside, where it was now pressed up against the woman’s lips. She could smell and even slightly taste her, the leftover aroma of bodywash, sweat, and the slightest hint of arousal from her sapphic coworker.

With a satisfied chuckle, Maya started walking, shifting the giant mass of flesh that pinned Mary in place. Without being able to see anything, Mary had no idea what to expect. Soon, she felt a slight raise in temper that betrayed something coming up around her. Then, without warning, something snapped down on her hard, seeming to hit her entire body at the same time. Mary yelped to herself at the sudden impact. It was leggings, Maya had just put her leggings on.

Immediately the heat of Maya’s body shot up, seeming to almost double instantly. And the pressure was intense, Mary’s body was somehow pushed even harder into the other woman. As Maya started to walk, it felt like her pussy was going to swallow her up. It seemed to get even tighter with every step.

Maya went about her day, presumably going to work, since today was Wednesday. Every now and again, Mary could hear voices above her, but it was too faint and distant to make out. Her entire world was Maya’s ass and pussy, which only became more and more moist as the day went on, the smell of her sweat building.

Finally, the leggings were pulled away from her, taking the extra heat with it. Though Mary was still so tightly pressed against Maya’s skin that it didn’t feel like the pressure let up at all. Maya looped her fingers underneath Mary and pulled her away. Light flooded into her eyes, temporarily blinding her.

When she finally got a look at her surroundings, Mary saw that they were in a stall in the staff bathroom. Maya lifted her up toward her face and peered through her body into her eyes.

“I enjoyed wearing you, but I’m going to give you to Alex,” Maya explained. “Turns out that Flexi-Human underwear isn’t as comfy as I thought it would be.”

Mary was taken aback. How could she be so casual about wearing a real life person? And just giving her away like that? She didn’t figure Maya to be so casually cruel. She had to just hope that Alex would leave her out in the open long enough for her to reshape herself.

Wait, did she say Alex? Mary asked herself. She felt something akin to a blush overtake her at that name. Alex was her office crush, a Trans-man counselor specializing in gender identity patients. Formerly known as Alexis, he was incredibly attractive. His facial features were undeniably masculine, but with enough subtle undertones of femininity that made him all that more appealing, especially given Mary’s attraction to both men and women.

Suddenly, Maya crushed Mary, balling her up and gripping her tight in one of her hands. She pulled up her leggings and walked out of the bathroom, keeping Mary concealed in her palm. It wasn’t lost on Mary that Maya was now wearing leggings and no underwear. Despite it all, an aroused chill ran through her.

A moment later, Mary was transferred to another hand, presumably belonging to Alex. The new hand carried her for a while longer, until Mary heard the sound of a door closing. Then Mary felt herself being pulled apart, ‘opened up’ as it were. In a moment, she found herself looking at the face of her office crush, who was smiling down at her.

“Oh wow, it’s true…” he muttered, almost to himself. Even flatted like this, Mary felt herself flushing at being in his presence. “So Maya told me about her human panties she was wearing and I just had to get a hold of you. I’m not even really sure who you are, but I heard good things about Flexi-Humans.”

A chill ran through Mary at his words. He didn’t know who she was? So Maya didn’t recognize her either? They are doing this to someone they don’t even know? And what things had he heard and what did that mean for Mary?

“You see, one of the insoles of my shoes wore out, like completely gone, might-as-well-not-be-there, type of worn out,” Alex continued. “And I heard Flexi-Humans make great insoles, so you get to fill in until you wear out completely…”

He trailed off, but Mary knew where he was going. A chill ran through her at the prospect of being trapped inside his shoe. She was finally getting the chance to spend time with him alone, and THIS was how it was happening?

Her suspicions were proven correct as Alex pulled off his shoe, and reached in, removing the insole. Without hesitation, he pressed Mary down inside. The smell of his sweaty, dirty feet hit her like a truck. The world went dark as her whole body entered the footwear. It was by pure luck that Mary ended up with her face on the top, her eyes able to see out the opening of the shoe. Whether it was good luck or bad luck had yet to be seen, however.

Though she wasn’t allowed time to settle into her new reality. Alex worked his fingers into his shoe, spreading Mary out along the bottom, until she was forced generally into the shape of an insole. Though the way that her body was mixed up, her hips ended up positioned in the toes.

“There, now let’s take a look,” Alex said and straightened up, setting the shoe down on the ground in front of his chair. Mary watched as his sock-covered foot came into view over top of her. Panic gripped her and she tried in vain to brace for what was coming. The smell of foot increased as the dirty sock dominated her view.

Without slowing down, the giant foot pressed into the shoe, sliding over Mary’s face and then down her body. Her body was so mixed up that it felt like he was touching every place on her body in a random order. Then, with a big push, his foot seemed to snap into place.

Mary was hit with several sensations all at the same time. First, her face was crushed under his heel, the smell and even taste of his dirty foot dominating her senses. But something else happened that she didn’t expect. She felt something pleasantly rubbing her thighs, hips and vagina. It took her a moment to figure it out, but then it became clear: Alex’s toes were situated right over her crotch!

The foot above her shifted as Alex stood up, his entire body weight crushing down on Mary’s face. But at the same time, his toes shifted and flexed, rubbing her sex with every movement. Realization sunk into Mary’s mixed-up mind. This was going to be her life now, taking the weight of her crush on her body while simultaneously being subtly stimulated and teased with his toes.

Over the course of the day, this was driven home all that much more. Mary learned firsthand just how much a person's toes moved during the simple act of walking and standing. Since they are more critical to balance than most people realized, even a person standing still flexed their toes a lot.

She also learned that it was, in fact, possible to experience orgasm in her flattened state. It was difficult, and took quite a lot of sustained stimulation, but it was possible. While Alex walked around the office, she had been teased, denied, and finally forced to several powerful climaxes, all while being crushed over and over again.