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Layla was in the living room, still a bit stiff from the series of squishing; she hadn’t experienced something like that in a long time, and her body wasn’t as malleable as it used to be.

But for now, she put her own condition aside. It was time to make her two daughters understand who was in charge in this house: Layla had considered entrusting them to Isabella again, but in the end, she decided that this situation required a more personal approach.

"Girls, you really had fun with my squished body, didn’t you?" Layla said in a menacingly calm tone to her two daughters.. or rather, to their flattened forms. Carla and Sofia had both been flattened into square, thin shapes that Layla easily held in her hands.

Carla’s front side displayed her face standing out like a sticker on the smooth surface, with her arms, legs, and the rest of her body messily crammed together to form the rest of the flat square. The back side was almost entirely occupied by her bare feet instead, with the rear side of her body completing the shape.

Sofia was in a similar situation, except her enormous boobs were competing for space with her flattened face on the front side. Her chest had fought desperately against the flattening, managing to retain some of its third dimension, making Sofia’s body not entirely flat but with two small airbag-like bumps on the front. The back displayed her two bare feet as well, flattened like stickers attached to the rest of her body.

"Mom, let me go! I had nothing to do with this, it was Carla who squished us both! I'm a victim just like you!" Sofia squirmed as much as she could in Layla's hand, but given her current condition, all she managed were some pathetic little movements. As usual, Sofia absolutely hated any form of squishing, which left her immobile and helpless like an object; as soon as she would turn back to normal, she was looking forward to getting back at her sister (and her mother too, if she managed to).

"Yeah, sure, little sis" Carla replied in a nearly resigned tone "Do I need to remind you who used mom as a yoga mat to begin with?" Unlike her sister, Carla didn’t mind being squished too much, but their mother’s punishments still worried her; in fact, she could have turned back to normal at any moment, but she didn’t dare to annoy her any further.

"Shut up, big sis!" Sofia snapped, struggling to turn toward her sister in their mother’s other hand with her limited movement "As soon as I’m back to normal, I’ll make you my GLUBB!"

Sofia didn’t even have time to finish her sentence before Layla dunked both of them into a bucket full of water. "Alright, girls, enough arguing. As punishment, both of you will help me clean the house" she announced, pulling their now-soaked bodies out of the water.

She then grabbed Carla’s flat, dripping body with both hands and squeezed it tightly: the flat girl was twisted temporarily into a makeshift braid, her different body parts indistinguishable as every last drop of water was wrung from her form.

When Layla was done, Carla’s body snapped back into its previous flat, square shape, but her expression was now completely disoriented, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out: "Uuuugh… too tight…" Carla mumbled, too dazed to do anything else: even if she had been able to turn back to normal before, she was now too dazed to do so.

"Hahaha! You look so ridicul—UMPFF!" Sofia started mocking her, only to be grabbed and squeezed in the same way "Why don’t you ever think before you speak, Sofia?" Layla sighed, wringing out her younger daughter’s twisted body before letting her return to her flat, square form, now with the same dazed expression as her older sister.

Having her body compacted and flattened like that was already a difficult sensation to handle, but all that squeezing had been the final blow for poor Sofia: with her body reduced to such a twisted state and her mind overwhelmed by intense squishing sensations, she could do nothing but groan with her mouth open and tongue hanging out, just like Carla.

With that settled, Layla got to work, using Carla and Sofia’s flattened bodies as cleaning rags, making sure to rinse and wring them often to keep them from getting too dirty: as a result, even if the sisters were about to recover, they were immediately overwhelmed again by the next squeezing. Because of that, they barely even realized that their flattened bodies were being rubbed by their mother over every surface that needed cleaning.

Due to the sisters being too stunned to even complain, Layla enjoyed a peaceful, quiet afternoon. Once the cleaning was done, Layla looked down at her daughters: their bodies were still flat and square, but with their faces and the rest of their forms displayed on the front even more disorderly than before; as for their mental state, the constant twisting and use as cleaning rags had kept them in a perpetual state of dizziness.

"You’re done with cleaning, but don’t think your punishment ends here" she said with a mischievous grin as she began reshaping their bodies.

When she was finished, Carla and Sofia were still flat, but Layla had squished them into the shape of flip-flops: their bodies formed the soles, while their stretched-out arms had been expertly arranged into the footwear’s straps and secured firmly in place.

Sofia’s flip-flop sole displayed, from bottom to top, her flattened bare feet and her enormous boobs, now expanded from the squishing. These took up most of the space, leaving only a small area for her face, where her eyes could just barely be seen, glaring in annoyance, while the rest of her body was entirely squashed underneath.

Having somewhat recovered from the dizziness, Sofia couldn't quite figure out what shape she had been squished into, but she was determined to fight her way back to normal, even if her efforts were in vain.

Carla, on the other hand, had been flattened in a similar way, but with only her bare feet occupying most of the sole. Her mouth was still covered, but there was more room for her face, which now bore an expression somewhere between fearful of what was about to come, but resigned. She had realized what was about to happen: being squished into a flip-flop was one of her mother’s punishments that she hated the most, but despite her protests, she doubted she would be able to avoid it.

Layla set the transformed sisters down on the floor, ignoring their frantic muffled protests, and then—SQUISH! SQUASH!—slipped her feet into them, pressing her weight down and flattening them even more: Carla and Sofia felt the full weight of their mother pressing down on them as they were squished between her feet and the floor. Their already compressed bodies were forced to flatten even further, forced to fit into an ever-shrinking space.

"There’s always a consequence for your actions, girls" Layla said, adjusting her new footwear to make sure they fit snugly "Remember that next time you think you can squish me as you please."

With that, she strode off to take care of her next task, her walking accompanied by a soft squish! squish! sound with every step; from the sisters’ perspective, each step brought the sensation of their entire bodies being compressed, completely flattened against the floor, only to be lifted along with Layla’s foot and squished back down again.

At first, the squishing was overwhelmingly intense, but after just a few dozen steps, it became a repetitive cycle, one that quickly knocked Sofia and Carla out.

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By the time Layla had finally finished all the day’s chores, the sun was setting. Feeling satisfied, she slipped off her two flip-flops to check on the state of her daughters.

Their bodies had become flatter than ever, almost nothing more than thin strips clinging to the soles of her feet. She peeled them off with a loud SLLLLRRRRP and took a look at them: their flat body took the exact shape of Layla's feet, and their expressions remained frozen in a look of shock.

For the entire afternoon, the constant squishing and stomping had been nothing more than a distant echo in their sleeping minds, as they had been knocked out several stomps ago.

"I still need you girls for one last task" Layla smirked mischievously at the thin strips her daughters had been reduced to as she glanced out the window at the rugs hanging outside to air out.

A few squishing and reshaping later, two new temporary rugs decorated the freshly cleaned house.

Sofia’s flattened body had been placed in the center of the living room, but only her bare feet were visible, completely occupying the square shape she had been squashed into. They had even been widened, stretching out to about a meter per side, forming a perfectly square shaped rug just a few centimeters thick.

The rest of her body was nowhere to be seen, thoroughly compacted and flattened beneath her own feet. Every now and then, a muffled groan could be heard, but all it took was a few steps on it from Layla to put an end to any annoying noises.

Still mentally exhausted from the previous squishings, Sofia wasn’t fully aware of her current condition, she only knew that she wanted to return to normal as soon as possible. However, whenever she tried to complain or futilely attempt to regain her shape, the squishing sensations of Layla’s steps pressing down on her flat body were enough to send her back into a dazed state.

Carla, on the other hand, was placed in the hallway. Like her sister, only her bare feet were visible, but they were positioned one after the other instead, with their heels touching: furthermore, they had been stretched much more lengthwise than wide, and had been elongated enough to cover the entire length of the hallway of about ten meters.

Just like Sofia, the rest of her body was not visible as it was pressed underneath her own feet, barely a few centimeters thick. However, unlike her sister, a faint snoring sound was coming from the rug, indicating that Carla had likely dozed off.

Finally, that nightmare of twisting and stomping was over, and Carla finally had the chance for a well-deserved nap. She didn’t mind this stretched-out form at all: in fact, she actually found it quite relaxing. If only her mother’s punishments were always like this…

Layla admired her handiwork with satisfaction: the house was spotless, and her daughters had received the punishment they deserved. Despite her squishy incident from earlier, the day had been productive.

Most importantly, she had once again reminded her daughters who was in charge in this house.