Nina and Kaylee: Sold and Reused

Nina and Kaylee had found themselves yet again in another jam. And it was all Kaylee’s fault. They had been visiting a shady shop, the kind that buys used off-brand goods, a lot of leather wear or accessories, and resells them. It’s a great place to get good-looking items for cheap, but it was known for some less-than-savory ways of getting their products. It was still a good shop, as long as one looked past all that.

A few minutes ago, Kaylee was feeling cheeky when she saw an antique laundry roller. She tricked Nina into putting her finger in the roller, and then cranked it, sending Nina all the way through, flattening her completely, her flat form piling into the bucket on the other side. Though in her excitement to flatten her friend, her finger got caught and partially flattened before freeing it from the roller.

“Hey what are you two doing over there?” the shopkeeper shouted, an older woman with white hair.

“Oh, sorry,” Kaylee said, not realizing they were being watched. “Just messing with my friend, but I’ll take her and head out.”

Before Kaylee could start doing that, however, the woman lurched forward, taking a hold of her hand and pressing it to the wringer. The women cranked the handle with surprising strength, flattening Kaylee’s arm before she could even react.

“Hey, what are you doing!?” Kaylee screamed and tried to fight off the shopkeeper, but as her shoulder started to disappear into the bucket, it became harder and harder.

“What I’m doing is making sure a couple of troublemakers stop making trouble,” the shopkeeper said calmly, like this was just a normal day for her.

Soon, both Nina and Kaylee were both flattened, looking like sheets of leather rolled and folded up. The older woman scooped them both up and took them to the back, depositing them in what looked like a combination storage room and workshop. They were left there for hours until the store closed.

Both of them worked on reforming themselves, but made little progress. Being this thoroughly flattened meant it would be some time before they can work themselves out. Then the woman came back. First she worked meticulously to remove the two women’s clothing, which had stretched and ripped as they flattened. Now left naked and exposed, both of them were mortified.

The shopkeeper started with Kaylee. She laid her out on her workbench and started to massage her skin, sending waves of sensation through the flattened girl. This accomplished two different things at the same time: first it started to reshape her, taking the rounded edges off, turning her into a less recognizable shape while also smudging the surface, hiding her human features.

When the woman was done, Kaylee was roughly a rectangle, and she looked like a light-colored leather, with some occasional spots where features like her hair and nipples used to be.  Her light hair and tattooed skin made for an interesting pattern of light and dark across her surface.

It also left her in another world, the powerful sensation of such an intense full-body massage left her brain mush. It was like she had just finished an intense workout and went straight into a deep-tissue, full-body massage.

The woman set her aside and repeated the same process with Nina, though she formed her into a longer rectangle, similarly scrambling her surface. Her dark hair left her a generally darker, more consistent shade of leather than her counterpart.

Both women were mixed up in a horribly confusing way, neither of them able to make heads or tails of where any parts of them ended up. They certainly had learned not to mess with the other woman, though it would seem that their trials were not over yet. The shopkeeper started to fold Kaylee over herself, carefully and deliberately pressing seams into her. At some point, the shopkeeper grabbed a leather needle and waxed thread.

She started sewing Kaylee into shape, though oddly, it didn’t hurt, her flexible body simply parted to allow the needle through. Over and over again she was folded and sewn. Finally the shopkeeper stepped back and admired her work. Kaylee had been sewn into a purse, the kind with a large flap closure. The only thing missing was the strap.

Then the shopkeeper turned her attention to Nina. The process of sewing her was far shorter, she was folded in half longways and sewn, then her ends were folded and sewn back onto themselves. She had been turned into the shoulder strap for her friend the purse.

The shopkeeper admired her work with a smile.

“There, now the two troublemakers will serve to make me a profit,” she announced smugly, taking the purse upstairs to the sales floor where they were deposited among similar items.

Both women could see, kind of, in their current condition, though neither of them could even begin to reform. Their folded nature and the fact that they were stitched together locked them harder into their new form than ever before. All they could do was watch as people came and went. Most of them ignored Nina and Kaylee, but some picked them up and looked them over, but she always ended up back on the shelf.

The shopkeeper came by several times to lower their price, shaking her head in disappointment.

Finally, a young, pretty, blonde woman walked in, picked them up, looked at the price and smiled.

“Oh, you’ll be perfect!” she said, making the purchase immediately.

When the shopkeeper saw Nina and Kaylee being purchased, she smiled, happy to be rid of the troublemakers before they were able to reform themselves.

The ride back to their new owner’s home was nerve-wracking for the two women. Not only was it a confusing mix of sensations as their various parts were touched and rubbed over each other, but they had no idea what was going to happen to them, nor what it would feel like to be used as a purse.

Though they would have to wait. When they arrived at the woman’s house, she simply tossed them onto an arm chair where they sat for several days without being touched nor even really looked at. It was like they were back in the shop again.

“Oh, I found you the perfect material!” the blonde woman said one day, leading a stout redhead woman into her living room.

“Oh yeah?” the redhead asked, excitement in her voice.

The blonde nearly skipped across the room and picked up Nina and Kaylee, scooping them up and displaying them to her friend.

“Yeah, it was practically free! The shop down on the corner had it for almost nothing!” the blonde explained. “It should be perfect for your project!”

The redhead took a hold of Nina and Kaylee, turning them over in her hands.

“Yeah, I think it will.. Even the strap is a lot of material, folded over several times… It’s perfect, thank you!”

And then they were tossed back onto the chair. And again the nerves of an uncertain future wore on them. The blonde and redhead hung around for a while chatting like old friends for several hours before finally they hugged, said their goodbyes and the redhead left, taking Nina and Kaylee with her.

The next morning they found themselves in the redhead’s studio apartment, sitting on what looked like a craft table for sewing, scraps of leather and other materials were scattered about along with yarn, thread and a dozen other accessories. Sitting across from the workbench was an office chair, a basic model with arm rests and leather seats that had seen better days, areas of it were worn out and ripped, allowing the stuffing to show through.

The redhead dropped Nina and Kaylee on the workbench and sat down heavily in the worn chair and pulled herself close to the workbench. For a moment, the flattened women watched her collect tools and arrange them nearby. Then she picked one of the up, a stitch puller, and started to go work on the flattened women.

Neither Nina or Kaylee knew what to think as the redhead pulled their stitches one at a time. They were apprehensive but hopeful. With the stitches removed, they should be able to start reforming themselves, even if that was going to be a long process. After what felt like hours, both of them were free, their flattened, leather-like bodies spread out in one layer across the surface of the workbench.

The seamstress then stood up, stretched her back and walked out of the room, leaving the two women to fight against their form. Though even without the thread holding them together, they found it nearly impossible to undo their flattened state. And when the redhead returned nearly two hours later finishing the last few bites of a sandwich, neither Nina nor Kaylee had made any real progress toward taking human shape again.

“Alright, let’s get to the real work,” the redhead said aloud and put her hands on the girls again. Taking a hold of Nina first, she realized that the material stretched under her grip. “Oh interesting,” she muttered to herself.

Nina held her breath, figuratively, hoping that the seamstress knew about flexible people and would recognize what was happening, leading to them being allowed to reform finally. Though the redhead’s next words stole that hope.

“This isn’t leather, it must be that new flexi-leather. I thought that was too expensive to be in a secondhand shop… Oh well, lucky for me I guess.”

Rescue was not coming. Their unwitting captor had no idea what they were and thus had no interest in saving them from the fate they found thrust upon them. Starting with Nina, the redheaded seamstress started to spread them out like pizza dough, using their flexibility to her advantage.

Her features already horribly distorted, Nina found it only getting worse. Small parts of her anatomy were now stretched to extreme sizes, while other parts were squashed down to almost non-existent. The skilled hands running over her sent a full range of confusing sensations through her. The seamstress was undoubtedly attractive, so her hands on Nina was at times exciting, but other times deeply uncomfortable, and everywhere in between.

A deep massage across her chest was exciting and got her blood pumping, but then her cheek and nose being pressed down on hurt, like she was being punched in the face repeatedly. Time lost all meaning to her: she couldn’t see the room clearly, and the mix of sensations sent her mind spiralling. And then just as it began, it ended. Nina was set aside, having been pressed into a square around three feet long on each side.

And then it was Kaylee’s turn. And again, the redhead pressed and pulled, mixing up her body ever more, leaving cheek next to thigh and foot next to ear. Like her friend, she couldn't help but feel some kind of excitement at being touched by this woman, but also like Nina, many parts of the experience were painful and uncomfortable.

Just when Kaylee felt like she was going to scream, metaphorically, from the confusing inputs from her body, her experience also stopped. She was in the same shape as Nina, flattened into a three-foot wide square.

“Perfect,” the redhead announced to herself, looking over the two women laid on the table before her. “Now where did I put that…?” She trailed off, turning her chair and standing up, walking off to another part of her workshop.

Nina and Kaylee again tried to reform, but they were left now in a worse situation than they were before the stitches were removed. The intense smashing left them stuck. Without knowledge of how their bodies were mixed, it was nearly impossible to work themselves back into the third dimension: they didn’t even know where to start.

But they only had a moment to consider that as the redhead came back, carrying several large, old, and worn stuffed animals. She dropped them on top of the girls and sat down, cutting each of the animals open and teasing at the stuffing therein for a moment. Once she verified that the stuffing was intact and the right kind of material, she turned back to the girls again.

First, she flipped Nina face down and started to fold her corners over into the center, sewing them to each other with quick, daft movements. Nina was quickly turned into a pocket of sorts, three corners of her body were sewn to the one next to it, leaving her looking like an envelope. The redhead started to grab handfuls of exposed stuffing from the cut-open stuffed animals and pressed it into Nina’s body.

The sensation was awkward and didn’t feel like Nina thought it would. She wasn’t full from the inside out, but rather stretched around something soft. Once Nina was stuffed to the redhead’s satisfaction, she was sewn up completely, trapping the fluff inside her.

The redhead looked down at her creation with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Now let’s see if that was all worth it,” she stood up, taking Nina in her hands. Then she dropped the girl down onto the seat of her chair and turned around to face the workbench again. In that one movement, both the flattened girls realized what had just happened.

Nina watched as the redhead’s shapely, but slim ass dropped down onto her, squeezing her body like it was trying to further flatten her into a sheet of paper. Nina’s vision was mostly taken up by the woman, but her other senses weren’t spared either: the heat and smell of her body was almost as oppressive as her weight, as if trying to make sure Nina would never forget that she had been reduced to nothing but a seat cushion.

Kaylee watched it happen with a numbness, wondering what was to be her fate. After she got stuffed the redhead held her up to the back of her hair and leaned back quickly, heaving a comfortable sigh.

“Perfect,” she said, enjoying her newly-padded work chair. She sat there for a moment before getting up, which allowed Kaylee to fall down face-first onto Nina. The redhead retrieved a few items and returned to the chair, removing Kaylee for a moment and wrapping a leather strap across Nina’s face, which she secured under the seat of the chair, holding the ass-cushion solidly in place. Kaylee received the same treatment, held to the back to the chair to live out her new role in life.

They both learned quickly that the seamstress spent a lot of time in that chair, which of course led to the wear and tear in the first place. Kaylee considered herself lucky to be the back rather than the ass, but then that was turned on its head as the redhead switched the two of them to allow Nina to regain some cushion after being sat on for so long. And this was to be their lives, switched between crushed under a beautiful woman’s rear end…