The Flattened Traveller

Chelsea Meech had just begun her cross-country road trip. She was taking a sabbatical from work for nearly three months to go on her dream trip to the four corners of the United States and all the places in between. Her family and friends all knew of her trip and that she would be basically off the grid while she was traveling. Chelsea simply didn’t want any distractions while she was out. Her focus was going to be on herself and her experience of seeing the diversity that the country had to offer.

Straightening her brunette hair and smoothing her dress over her voluptuous body, she climbed into the small motorhome, ready to set out. For a moment, she stopped and admired her first-day outfit. It was a simple, purple dress, with a low enough neckline to show off her sizable chest, and with slits high enough to accentuate the significant curve of her thighs. The perfect balance of sexily showing off her curves without being considered slutty. At least in her eyes.

Living in the sea of suburbia, Chelsea waited to make her first stop somewhere a bit more motorhome friendly, finding herself at a small gas station at the edge of town, the kind with the sign that would typically say “Last Gas for 100 miles.” It was already late in the day, her last-minute errands taking her longer than she would’ve liked.

The door chimed as she pushed it open. The parking lot outside was empty, so Chelsea was hoping for a quick in-and-out. No long lines for the register, no fighting to get past people to get her snacks and so on. And she was right about it being empty. There was only one man in there, Alex, the single employee currently sitting behind the counter with his feet up.

Chelsea moved through the aisles, picking out her snacks: a bag of chips here, some pretzels there and a bag of beef jerky. She stopped, seeing a shelf of her favorite trail mix, but it was down an aisle with black and yellow warning tape stretched across it. On one side, a high shelf stood against the wall, and on the other was a free-standing five-foot-tall shelf forming the aisle. Chelsea wanted to ask the employee to help her get her snack, but didn’t want an awkward encounter. Instead, she ducked under the tape and crossed quickly to her trail mix.

Halfway down the aisle, her foot caught something on the wall side, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. The fall caused her to roll over onto her back. As she braced for the awkward conversation with the employee about how she tripped like an idiot. But before she could get a word out, she saw the shelf falling away from the wall toward her.

Her scream was cut off when the shelf landed on her with a loud crash, the various products spilling across the floor around Chelsea.

“Damn it, again?” Alex muttered under his breath. “I just restocked that damn thing.”

He stood up slowly, annoyed that he had to fix the shelf again, not realizing that it landed on Chelsea. Walking over, he saw the mess and sighed.

“I think this is a morning shift problem,” he muttered, turning away from the mess. But then he stopped and looked more closely, seeing a hand, a mostly flattened hand sticking out from underneath.

It took him a while, but he managed to clear the shelf, leaving the broken furniture up against the wall, propped up with a mop bucket. And even then, he had to push aside a plethora of spilled and broken products to finally get a look at Chelsea. But instead of a broken, managed victim, what he found looked more like a poster of a woman, flattened perfectly, like she was printed on the floor.

Alex was taken aback at what he was seeing, the deliciously thick woman in front of him was flat as a sheet of printer paper, her thighs protruding from her dress and her flattened cleavage on full display.

She looked up at him, humiliated to be in this position and angry that such a dangerous hazard was out in the open for anyone to stumble into. This wasn’t the first time this happened to her, but she knew that it would take hours to regain her shape after such a thorough flattening. She certainly couldn’t risk driving until every part of her had returned to normal.

“Oh,” Alex was taken aback. “So you’re one of those flexi-humans, right? You can get smashed and stretched and you don’t get hurt? Do you want me to help…?”

Though as he started to say these words, a thought occurred. Without another word, he reached down to her and started to peel her up off the floor starting from her head. A small smile spread across his face, a look which sent a shiver through Chelsea’s body. She didn’t know what he was going to do, but it didn’t look like he was going to help her.

In this flattened form, Chelsea was light, almost like she was actually the piece of paper that she appeared to be. Alex rolled her up, again like she was nothing but a poster to be mounted on the wall. Her head disappeared inside the roll of herself, dropping her into darkness. Even the sound of her surroundings deadened as her ears were trapped inside her body.

He carried her for a while, then set her down somewhere, somewhere where she couldn’t unroll herself. And in this form, she couldn’t even begin to reform herself. Her body was simply so mixed up and layered.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she was unrolled. And when she was, she was looking up at what looked like a mechanic’s shop. It must have been a different part of the gas station. But what were his plans for her?

He laid her out and then immediately turned away, rummaging around the space outside of her line of sight. Finally he came back to her, carrying a pair of scissors. Her voice stolen by her flattened body, all she could do was watch. And when he brought the scissors down her body and started cutting her dress away, she could do nothing to cover herself. She flushed with humiliation as her underwear and bra were bared to the world. Though those two garments quickly followed, landing on the ground in tatters.

Chelsea couldn’t look at him, the embarrassment of being completely naked and vulnerable in front of him stuck her deep. She could feel Alex’s eyes wandering up and down her body, which even in its flattened form, was thick as hell in all the right places.

After taking her in for a moment, Alex stepped away again. From somewhere else in the room, she heard an air compressor kicked on, the thunking sound echoing around her ominously. Terror gripped her. In this form, she was completely at his whim. Whatever he wanted to do she would be powerless to stop.

Soon enough, Alex stepped over her, holding the business end of the air compressor hose. The nozzle, looking like a pistol, struck even more fear into her. What was his plan? Alex didn’t say anything, he just flipped her over to lay facedown and pried her ass cheeks open.

A shock ran through Chelsea’s body as she felt something press against her puckered hole. Alex not-so-gently pressed the nozzle into her ass before pulling the trigger. Chelsea panicked as she felt the air rushing into her, blowing her up like a balloon. She started to get her shape back, though something was wrong. Her body was literally inflated, her limbs thicker and more plump than they should be.

But unlike when she reformed herself after being flattened, she wasn’t in control of her muscles. She was taking her shape, but not getting her autonomy back. A chill ran through her again when she realized what was happening. She was turning into a balloon, or more accurately, a blow-up doll.

Only when she was inflated beyond her normal size did Alex stop. Chelsea felt herself thicker than normal, her thighs, ass, and tits inflated to nearly twenty percent bigger than normal. Her thighs and breasts pressed into each other, inflated as they were.

“There’s my girl,” Alex said at last, sending a shock through Chelsea. His purpose was revealed, and it was horrible.

“I don’t get a lot of women like you through here,” Alex continued. “I can tell you aren’t from here. Just another fancy lady traveling through, not giving me another look. But not today. Today, I take one of you as mine. So let’s break you in…”

Chelsea was trapped in her own mind, unable to move, unable to resist. She had been reduced to nothing more than an object, a sex toy for this man to use as he pleased. She had been flattened before, and even ended up in some bad situations, but never like this. This was something else completely. This man had only ill intent toward her, and didn’t intend to let her go.

Alex lifted her like she was nothing, moving her toward a car parked in the middle of the garage, a classic hot rod. Alex laid Chelsea down over the hood, her chest pressing down into the metal and her ass hanging out into the air. Alex kicked her legs out to her sides, spreading her lewdly open to Alex. She could feel the air on the pussy, driving home the fact that she was exposed to whatever he wanted to do.

And it wasn’t long before he made what he wanted to do clear. Chelsea couldn’t see, as her face was pressed into the hood of the hot rod, but she could feel his heat, she could hear a zipper dragging open, and the rustle of his pants falling down around his ankles. His hands pressed down on her, one on her ass and another on her thigh.

Then she felt him, the head of his engorged cock against her lips. Her vision started to cloud, the intimacy of his touch once again making her feel completely powerless. Without much preamble, he drove home, driving his shaft into her slit, which offered little resistance to his entrance. In Chelsea’s flattened state, her flexible body simply bent away, allowing his cock to penetrate her.

Alex heaved a sigh, the pressure of her flattened body around his shaft sending a shiver of pleasure through him. And that was all it took. Ever since he laid eyes on the flattened woman. This was what he wanted. He first had to wait hours until the gas station was closed, then he had to strip her and inflate her. All that time further and further pent up his lust.

And now here he was, now he was balls deep in her and felt the pleasure. The dam burst and he was like an animal, driving himself deep into her over and over, his every thrust shifting her body, even shifting the hot rod beneath them. Chelsea’s body deformed with every thrust, Alex’s hips hitting her so hard that she looked like a cartoon character being hit with a hammer.

Chelsea felt every inch of him. Somehow, with her body flattened, her vagina squeezed around him more tightly than normally. It was like her interior was trying to memorize every contour of his cock. And while he was fully aroused, Chelsea was not, and so she was tossed into the deep end dry, so to speak. She could barely keep up with his strokes, his efforts undeniably pleasurable, though too rough and too fast to be truly enjoyable.

It felt like it was going to blow his load right then and there, but he paused, wanting to savor the experience after all the preparation he put into it. So he pulled out, gave Chelsea a good slap across her oversized ass. She was confused, but pleasantly surprised, when he stopped. She didn’t feel him finish, but she was at least glad it was over. Though when he slapped her, a shock went through her, the sharp pain coming out of nowhere.

Alex took a hold of her by the hip and thigh, flipping her over in one good quick motion. Chelsea was shocked by the instant turn, her world turning into a blur of motion for a moment. But then she settled down onto the hood of the car looking up at him. A whole new feeling of fear came over her seeing his face, seeing the hunger behind his eyes. Without being able to move her neck, she couldn’t see his hips, but she knew it was there.

Alex smiled at her and stepped forward again, taking a hold of her tit, his hand seeming tiny against the sheer size of her inflated chest. Chelsea watched him lower his other hand to the hips, guiding his cock back toward her slit. Before she knew it, he was back in the throes of pleasure, once again deforming his inanimate lover with his powerful thrusts.

And this time he didn’t hold back, he fucked her rough and hard until sweat was running down his brow and he was struggling for breath. It was too much for Chelsea, and she drew little pleasure from it. It was like eating her favorite meal while riding an intense rollercoaster: there were glimpses of pleasure between the moments of jarring discomfort.

Then Alex slowed, his breath caught in his throat. He thrust a few slow, deep pushes before he deposited his seed deep into her. It felt to Chelsea like his cock was in her chest he was so deep inside of her.

And then it was over. With a sigh, Alex withdrew himself, allowing her body to snap back to its normal shape. Or rather the shape that she had been forced into by the air trapped inside her. She was left relieved that it was over, but with a small amount of disappointment that she wasn’t allowed her own climax.

“Was that good for you too?” Alex asked teasingly as he pulled his pants back over himself.

Chelsea tried to glare at him, but her body didn’t respond. She got quickly distracted by the feeling of his cum leaking out of her slit. Her humiliation was as deep as it could be. Left on the front of this car leaking with his fluid and damp with his exertion.

“Yeah, I think this is the start of something beautiful indeed…” Alex said and turned away. “Just hang out here while I close up, then we’ll go back to my place for round two…”

Chelsea could only watch him walk away, knowing that no one will be looking for her for a long time…