The Flattened Traveller: Part 2, Subtitle

It seemed like it had been a year since the gas station repair shop where Chelsea Meech had been flattened by a loose store shelf. The worker at the repair shop, Alex, took her into the garage and inflated her to a full twenty percent more than her normal size, increasing her boobs and thighs to an absurd plumpness. Immediately after she was inflated through her ass, Alex fucked her hard on the hood of a car.

She was a flexi-human, which is the only way this was able to happen in the first place. So when the broken shelf from the store fell on her, it left her flattened on the floor at Alex’s whim.

Since that first encounter, her circumstances have changed. First off, she was taken to Alex’s home, and her body had been altered. Her arms were completely deflated and pushed into her body, leaving her looking like she never had arms to begin with. The air trapped inside her didn’t allow her to reform herself, so when her arms were meticulously massaged into her torso, she wouldn't be able to force them back out until she was allowed to deflate.

Similarly, her legs were cut off at the knee, her shins and feet forced into her body in the same way as her arms. This allowed her to be stored away in the closet when not being used. Alex didn’t live alone, he had a roommate, a woman named Alexis, the similarity of their names was a complete coincidence.

Alexis was objectively hot, slim, blonde, well endowed and with a plump ass that she carefully sculpted almost every day of the week. At first, Alex kept Chelsea a secret, keeping her stashed away in his room. But Alexis was not known for being discreet, and she tended to barge into Alex’s room when she needed something from him.

So one day, when he was fucking Chelsea, Alexis burst into his room. She was apologetic, but also very curious about his new toy. By now, Chelsea had already lost her arms and legs, so Alexis just assumed her to be an inflatable toy.

Alex was mortified and terrified, humiliated to be seen like that and worried that Alexis would figure out that Chelsea was an actual person, which of course she eventually did. Though her reaction to learning that she was an inflated Flexi-Human was not what Alex expected. Alexis was intrigued and quite frankly, turned on. Alex was shocked when Alexis asked to borrow Chelsea.

Through this whole interaction, Chelsea ran through a mix of emotions. At first she was excited, hoping that Alexis would be horrified by what Alex did and would help her get free. But that hope was dashed when Alexis asked to borrow her. She was being loaned out like a lawn mower. She was a human being, not some THING to be passed around!

Soon, Chelsea found herself in Alexis’ room. The slim woman, whose waist was nearly the same thickness as Chelsea’s thigh in this form, sat on the bed next to the inflated woman. She was wearing only a pair of panties and a loose tank top.

Alexis ran her hands over Chelsea’s naked, inflated chest. In her flattened state, even that slight touch was intense, the nerves of her skin sensitized by her condition. The woman didn’t say anything, just explored her new toy’s body. Chelsea had never been with a woman, nor did she ever want to be with a woman. Alexis toyed with her for a moment, and then paused to pull her top up over her shoulders and tossed it aside.

Chelsea was met with the very unwelcome sight of this woman’s bare chest. But she didn’t stop there, Alexis shifted on the bed, pulling her panties off and tossing them aside as well.

“Let’s see what Alex sees in you,” Alexis whispered as moved into a kneeling position. She moved closer and tossed one of her legs over Chelsea’s shoulders, leaving the flattened woman looking straight up at Alexis’ cleanly trimmed pubic hair.

Chelsea figured she knew what would happen, but she didn’t understand the point. What pleasure would Alexis gain from sitting down on her face without Chelsea’s active participation? But Alexis didn’t sit down right away. She lowered her hands down to Chelsea’s head and she started working them around her jaw and neck, massaging her flexible body. Chelsea was confused.

But then something started to happen. The massage Alexis was giving Chelsea forced her mouth open. Against her will, her tongue started to stick out of her mouth, the air inside of her working its way into it. Once her tongue was outside of her mouth, Alexis took a hold of it and started to pull it outward, pressing in on the sides as she did.

After a few moments, Chelsea figured out what she was doing. The work that she had done left Chelsea’s tongue sticking far out of her mouth, nearly four inches out. It had been distended and swollen to much larger than its original size.

And now it all made sense to the flattened woman. Alexis had turned her tongue into a dildo! And she wasn’t going to waste time using it. Alexis lowered herself down, Chelsea’s tongue making contact with her lips. A shudder ran through the flattened woman, the taste of her damp womanhood immediately apparent.

Alexis was wet with arousal and Chelsea’s tongue was still damp even in her flattened state, so her tongue slipped inside her with barely any resistance at all. The hot, wet pressure squeezed down on her tongue, her vision taken up completely by the thin woman’s naked body.

A sigh slipped from Alexis’ lips as her hips met Chelsea’s face. The inflated woman watched as Alexis’ head rolled back, the pleasure of her action apparent. The thin woman propped herself up on her feet, holding a squat over her toy’s face. One of her hands took a hold of the headboard and the other came down toward Chelsea, to Alexis’ clit.

The thin, athletic woman started bouncing on Chelsea’s face, her fingers working over her clit as she did so. Chelsea felt and watched her own tongue drive in and out in a steady rhythm. Alexis didn’t hold back her sexual grunts as she did so, moaning her pleasure to the room without reservation.

Every time Alexis dropped down on her, Chelsea’s head would distort like a balloon under her, the weight of the diminutive woman threatening to flatten her. That effect only got worse and worse as Alexis sped up, her steady pace turning into a frantic sprint toward that inevitable conclusion.

Chelsea was disgusted, the constant taste of this woman’s most intimate parts was humiliating and disgusting. And being used like this, like nothing more than a sex toy for this crazed woman was demeaning. As Alexis sped up, Chelsea’s vision started to get more and more distorted, her eyes folding inward toward each other as her face flattened under the weight.

Alexis lasted longer than Alex normally did, the humiliation of having her face fucked seemed to stretch on forever. But then, finally, the dam seemed to burst and Alexis screamed through a strong climax. Her body quivered around Chelsea’s tongue, her hips moving more erratically as she seemed to lose control of them. A stream of her arousal slipped down Chelsea’s tongue and into her mouth, sending another shiver through the inflated woman.

When her scream finally died down, Alexis fell hard onto Chelsea, her legs no longer able to hold her. With her knees striking the bed on both sides of Chelsea’s head, her full weight pressed down on the woman’s face with her tongue still embedded into her vagina. Chelsea was forced to look up at her tormentor, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“I see why he likes you,” Alexis cooed, brushing Chelsea’s hair playfully, like she was caressing a lover. “I think we’ll have to keep you around. Maybe even use you together…”

Eventually, Alexis climbed off her, leaving the skin of her cheeks and around Chelsea’s neck and shoulders slick with sweat and bodily fluids left behind by their session. She didn’t bother cleaning her, just like Alex. Instead, she left her to lay there while she strutted around the room naked, eventually making her way to the attached bathroom to take a shower.

Chelsea was left alone with her thoughts, wondering just how things went so bad as to leave her as a sex toy for these people.