Sofia was getting ready for soccer practice, humming happily; it felt like ages since the last training session, considering all those shenanigans that had happened to her in the meantime.
Among other things, she had spent two days at the mercy of her sister Carla, who had ultimately shrunk her, flattened her, and stuck her onto a playing card; as soon as she was free, her teammate Mia had turned her and her sister Carla into a ball and then a trampoline, using them along with the entire soccer team; the next day, Carla had flattened her again with their mother, to conduct her absurd squishy experiments with their bodies.
Lately, she felt like she was at a disadvantage in squishing compared to both her big sister and her rival, Mia, as she always ended up being the one squished.
However today, for some reason, she felt like things would go her way, as if she could do anything, and it was the perfect opportunity to turn the tables and give those two a taste of their own medicine.
With this determined attitude, Sofia left her room with her football bag and encountered Carla, returning from the kitchen with packets of chips in her hands; as usual, she was wearing her gray home pajamas, barefoot, and her mass of hair was even more disheveled than usual.
"Hey, are you heading out for practice?" Carla asked, with a sleepy expression.
"Yeah... but let me ask you something, when was the last time you changed out of that pajama? It's been days since I've seen you in different clothes... Have you become a cartoon character?" Sofia asked back, abruptly stopping in the hallway.
"Well, the exam was last week, so..." Carla reflected absentmindedly, stifling a yawn.
"And I guess you haven't bathed since then either" Sofia added, as a funny idea formed in her mind.
"Well, there was that bath Mom forced us to take with her..." Carla retorted. "That doesn't count" Sofia immediately interrupted, determined to erase that memory from her mind forever.
"Anyway" she continued, "since you'll be back to class in a few days, it's probably a good idea for you to start washing up like all civilized people." Sofia approached Carla menacingly, who stepped back, worried about where the conversation was going.
"Since you seem to have no intention of doing it yourself, it's my duty as your younger sister to make you do it!" Sofia lunged toward Carla, who reacted too slowly; Sofia put her hands on Carla's head and pushed forcefully downward until she was flattened to the ground, compressing her body with a loud SQUISH!.
Carla had been reduced to a shape resembling a plate, almost entirely composed of her confused face; her entire body had disappeared, compressed into those few centimeters of thickness, except for her bare feet, which remained unaffected by the compression. Overall, she looked like a strange flat creature with human feet underneath.
Sofia admired the result of her work with a surprised expression, and Carla took advantage of it to attempt a nonsensical escape, wiggling her feet in a ridiculous manner.
"Nooooo, I don't want to take a bath!" she complained in a childish voice, still confused and disoriented by the sudden deformation; Sofia watched the small creature zigzagging down the hallway before crashing loudly into a wall.
"Ouch" Carla said, flipping over backward, face toward the floor and helpless feet kicking in the air, like a turtle stuck on its back.
"Ahahahahahaha" Sofia burst into laughter, unable to contain her tears. "You're a riot, big sis! You really look like you came out of a cartoon." She approached Carla and picked her up from the floor, holding her by one foot.
"But as soon as you recover, you'll free yourself in no time, so we need to do something to keep you in this state... I've got it!"
Sofia took Carla's two feet and brought them to opposite sides of her flattened body, so that the soles of her feet pointed in opposite directions; then she further squished her body so that it was completely enclosed between her feet.
Finally, SQUISH! she pressed Carla's feet together forcefully, squashing her entire body between the two soles of her feet; she continued to press until there was only a few centimeters of space left between her hands, then she checked the result.
She held a thin strip of flesh in the flattened shape of Carla's foot, showing the soles of both feet on either side; it was a few centimeters thick, soft and malleable, while the rest of her body was hidden from view, compressed between the two soles.
To an outside observer, it would have appeared as merely a front and back image of a foot.
"Here we go" said Sofia, feeling the thin strip to which her sister had been reduced. "So now even you shouldn't be able to free yourself so easily. And now it's finally time for you to get washed up" she continued, heading towards the laundry room, still toying with her sister's foot, stretching it or rolling it as she pleased.
Once there, she went to the basket of dirty laundry next to the washing machine and was about to throw Carla into it, but she felt a slight movement coming from the foot she held in her hand.
Surprised, she tried placing it on a table, where it remained still for a few seconds, but suddenly it moved, sliding forward by a few millimeters.
"Wow, you're amazing, big sis! You can even move in that state!" said Sofia, picking up the foot from the table. "You force me, therefore, to resort to drastic measures" she concluded with a smirk, and tossed her sister's flattened body into the steam press, which their mother used for ironing clothes.
FSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!
Sofia closed the lid and turned on the press, with Carla's body trapped inside becoming flatter by the second. After about a minute, Sofia lifted the lid and took her sister's body in her hands.
The foot had become even thinner, less than a centimeter thick, and was pleasantly warm to the touch; the passage under the press had also made it perfectly smooth, and given its size, it undulated at every slight movement. At this point, it was even hard to imagine that there was someone trapped in that object so thin.
"Perfect! And now let's try again" said Sofia satisfied, placing the foot on the table, which remained completely still. "Victory! And now onto the rest of the laundry" Sofia exclaimed, taking the foot from the table and heading towards the basket of dirty clothes.
However, at that moment, Layla entered the laundry room with a basket full of clothes, and in front of her, she saw Sofia holding what looked like a thin image of a foot in her hands, caught in the act of putting it with the dirty laundry to be washed, looking at her with a surprised and guilty expression.
Layla didn't take long to understand the situation. "Hey there, honey. Let me guess, that foot is your sister?" "Yes..." Sofia replied, cautious, but with a flash of genius, she continued "she hadn't bathed in a week, so I thought she needed to be forced to do it. I was putting her with the dirty laundry" she said, looking at her mother with an innocent expression.
"Well, I have to say it's not such a bad idea, actually" replied Layla, putting the clothes from the basket into the washing machine, while Sofia mentally sighed with relief. "I would've done something similar myself if the situation had continued" she continued, taking Carla's body from her daughter's hands and turning it over in her hands.
"It also seems like a good punishment for her bad habit of walking around the house barefoot" Layla concluded, and without much ceremony, she threw the flattened foot into the washing machine, where it was submerged by the other dirty clothes.
"I'll take care of washing Carla, you go on to practice" Layla said with a smile, while Sofia jumped in place. "Practice, I almost forgot! Thanks, Mom, see you later!" she said, running off.
She was over the moon for having pulled it off with Carla, and especially for having perfectly sold the situation to her mother.
Today was definitely going right.
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Sofia arrived at the soccer field for practice, along with some of her teammates, chatting casually; but as they attempted to enter the locker room, WHAM! the door suddenly swung open outward, fully opening and violently slamming against the wall.
Sofia, with quick reflexes, managed to step back to avoid being hit by the door, but one of her teammates wasn't so lucky and got squished in the few inches between the door and the wall with a SQUISH.
The one who had opened the door was Mia, standing with her arms crossed in the doorway, already wearing the team uniform for practice and her ever-present headband. "Hey Sofia, I see your reflexes are as good as ever" greeted Mia, with an arrogant yet amused expression.
"Mia, I see you want to start early with the shenanigans. Fine by me, I still owe you for the trampoline incident" Sofia retorted, positioning herself in front of the team with a challenging air, sparks flying from their gazes.
Some of the teammates sighed resignedly, others amused, but they all knew one of the two girls wouldn't make it through practice in their current form.
"Today the coach isn't here, it'll be a self-managed practice. The loser becomes the ball for the rest of the training?" Mia proposed, extending a hand towards her rival. "You bet" replied Sofia, shaking Mia's hand firmly, and receiving a strong handshake in return.
Meanwhile, some of the teammates were helping the unfortunate girl who had been squished behind the door return to normal.
The training began with a warm-up run around the field, but it had already turned into a fierce competition between Mia and Sofia for the lead position among the group of girls.
According to their unspoken agreement, anything within the limits of the rules was allowed, so the two girls ran shoulder to shoulder trying to unbalance each other; they ran so fast that they had already lapped the rest of the group and positioned themselves in front of the other girls again.
The rest of the team knew there was no way to stop them when they behaved like that; usually, the presence of the coach was enough to keep them in line, but in this case, all they could do was enjoy the spectacle until one of the two prevailed.
This time, however, it happened sooner than expected: just before another shoulder-to-shoulder clash between the two, Sofia moved at the last moment, causing Mia to lose her balance and fall flat on her stomach on the field.
Unfortunately for her, the rest of the team was running just behind her, so she got trampled by the other girls with a long series of SQUISHes.
Sofia stopped to wait until the last of the girls had passed; on the ground lay Mia's flattened body, face down, arms and legs spread out forming an X. Her athletic and fairly tall body had stretched even further due to the squishing, now reaching a length of about three meters.
Sofia lifted Mia's face from the ground, which showed a hostile expression: "Don't think it's over yet, Sofia" said Mia, but Sofia immediately lifted her entire squishy body from the ground, and started to ball it up between her hands like an old newspaper.
"Don't think I'll let you go back to normal" Sofia retorted with a smirk, addressing the messy pile of Mia's limbs and body parts she held in her hands. "Admit defeat, this time I won" she concluded, balling it up even more and stuffing it under her shirt and between her huge tits, which closed around the helpless girl with a SQUASH.
"For now, you stay safe here while we finish the warm-up" she said, addressing her cleavage and resuming running with the rest of the team.
"Then as soon as we start ball training, it'll be your turn. I can't wait" she concluded, with a triumphant expression, every stride of the run squishing Mia even more between her enormous breasts.
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Sofia was walking home alone from practice, with two soccer bags slung over her shoulders, kicking a soccer ball ahead of her.
"I know we said the loser would be the ball for the rest of practice, but it just so happens that I want to practice a bit when I get home, so our deal still stands. Plus, I needed a ball anyway. You don't mind, right?" Sofia said, seemingly talking to herself.
However, the ball she was kicking wasn't a normal soccer ball; it was none other than Mia's body, entirely comprising the surface of the ball.
The lower part of the sphere consisted of soccer shoes and compressed legs, while the torso in training uniform occupied most of the central surface, with the hands open on opposite sides, the arms almost invisible as they were compressed between the hands and the rest of the body.
Finally, the upper part was composed of Mia's face, locked in an irritated expression, cheeks puffed out, and adhesive tape covering her mouth.
Sofia had used the pump that the team uses for soccer balls to inflate her rival's spherical body, giving it the perfect shape and pressure of a soccer ball.
Sofia, still using her feet, picked up Mia's spherical body from the ground and started juggling it on her thigh. "No objections? And you didn't have any plans tonight, you say? Great, it's been a while since you've been to my place; it'll be a nice evening" she said, kicking the ball forcefully into the air and catching it on her shoulder, balancing it there for a few seconds before letting it drop to the ground again and kicking it forward.
After a few minutes, she arrived in the backyard of her house, picked up the ball from the ground with her hands, and placed it in Mia's bag, which she had taken along with hers. "Stay here for a moment; see you later" she said, zipping up Mia's bag.
Before entering the house, Sofia's gaze fell on the clothesline where the clothes were hanging to dry, and among them, attached to the clothesline with a clothespin, was Carla's squished foot, swaying in the wind with the other clothes.
Sofia smiled and approached, taking the foot off the clothesline and inspecting it closely: it was smooth, clean, dry, and smelled good. "You're finally nice and clean, sis; you really needed a bath... or rather, a good laundry" she said, laughing. She rolled up the foot like a scroll and slipped it into her pocket before going back inside.
"Mom, I'm home!" Sofia shouted, leaving the bags at the entrance and heading to the kitchen; it was dinner time, and she was starving.
"Hi, honey, I'm in the kitchen" Layla shouted back. "Your dinner is ready; come and get it."
Sofia walked into the kitchen, where several plates containing meat and vegetables were ready on the table, emitting a delicious smell. Layla, on the other hand, was on all fours on the floor, her back to Sofia, busy cleaning the kitchen garbage compactor.
Sofia suddenly stopped: the opportunity to "accidentally" push her mother into the waste compactor was too tempting to be ignored, but similar attempts in the past had always backfired on her.
However, lately her mother seemed more distracted than usual, especially after what had happened a few days before, and today everything seemed to be going smoothly. "Now or never" Sofia decided, and silently approached her mother from behind.
Layla sensed her daughter sneaking up on her, and immediately understood her intentions; her initial reaction would have been to catch her daughter off guard and stuff her into the compactor, but the events of a few days before had made her realize how out of shape her body was for lack of squishes and deformations, and she had decided to occasionally participate in her daughters' shenanigans.
Furthermore, lately it seemed to her that Sofia was constantly on the receiving end of these things, and she didn't mind giving her a victory every now and then.
With these thoughts in mind she felt a push on her butt and was thrust headfirst into the waste compactor.
"Oops, sorry mom, didn't mean to" Sofia said with a smirk, observing her mother's body halfway inside the compactor, while her butt and legs remained outside, kicking in the air; in the confusion, Layla had lost her slippers, and her feet were left bare.
"Wait, I'll pull you out" she said, but instead she grabbed her mother's legs, and pushed them into the compactor: now Layla'ass was the only thing left outside, and due to the squishing had become even larger than usual.
"Okay, now comes the hard part" thought Sofia, and after drumming on her mother's buttocks as if they were bongos, she began to push her ass forcefully into the compactor with the rest of her body; after a short while, her mother's entire body had disappeared inside.
Sofia closed the lid and activated the compactor, with mechanical noises of squishing emanating from it.
Meanwhile, as the machine did its work, Sofia took the soccer bags, brought them to her room, and took the opportunity to change into comfortable home clothes.
After a few minutes, Sofia returned to the kitchen and opened the compartment of the compactor, which had meanwhile finished its job; a perfect cube emerged, approximately half a meter on each side.
The entire top face of the cube and half of the four side faces were occupied by Layla's enormous ass, which had expanded (relative to her body size) due to the compression.
Sofia had pushed hard Layla's legs and feet to fit them into the compactor, causing them to end up squashing her face, which was only a barely visible strip on the back side, almost entirely flattened by her legs, feet and ass from above and from her expanding breast from below. The small portion of her face that could be seen was locked in an expression of profound annoyance, with closed eyes and her mouth twisted into a grimace.
Her twisted arms were too flattened from above by her enormous ass, and were visible on the lateral sides of the cube, and finally the bottom part of the cube displayed Layla's huge tits, squished and expanded to occupy the entire bottom side and part of the others.
Sofia felt her mother's cubic body and found it pleasantly soft; overall, she seemed completely defenseless and adorable.
Triumphant, she arranged her three trophies on the kitchen table: the thin foot-shaped strip that was her sister Carla, the soccer ball that was her friend/rival Mia, and the soft cube that was her mother Layla.
The people responsible for her recent misadventures were at her disposal; it was going to be a lovely evening.
Sofia had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.