(DISCLAIMER: New series with a more "nasty" tone and slightly more sexual situations than usual; see description)
Emma walked into the living room, dressed in comfortable home clothes with an apron on top. In her hand was a mixing bowl she was stirring vigorously with a wooden spoon. For the umpteenth time that afternoon, she had left the kitchen and headed to the living room to admire the new art installation hanging on the wall.
The piece in question was a rectangular frame with a glass display, inside which the bodies of Carla, Layla, and Sofia had been flattened into a smooth, uniform layer behind the glass. Due to the very limited thickness of the frame, each woman had been compressed into a thin, square-shaped sheet, dividing the rectangular space into three distinct sections.
Also due to the extreme tightness of the space they were sealed into, the three women were incapable of even the simplest facial movements, aside from blinking. Their faces were frozen in the expression they had when they were squished behind the glass.
On the left side was Carla. The upper part of her square section was taken up by part of her face, framed by her long hair; her bare feet were pressed flat against the lower half of her section, covering her face from the eyes down while the rest of her body was not visible, squished beneath them.
Given Carla’s position, it almost seemed like she had gotten lucky: at least part of her face remained visible, instead of being completely flattened beneath her own bare soles, which looked even larger due to the compression. The visible part of her face showed a resigned, almost bored expression, her eyes frequently drifting shut in a futile attempt to fall asleep despite the thoroughly uncomfortable position.
On the right side was Sofia, who definitely didn’t share her sister’s nonchalance. Her expression was frozen in an intense, furious glare, with only her eyes visible in the upper part of her square: the rest of it was dominated by her enormous boobs, tightly packed behind her barely visible black sports bra, and then by her bare feet, which had managed to wedge themselves into a small space just below her squashed, expanded cleavage. The rest of her body was unseen, folded over and pressed flat beneath the rest of her squished form.
Sofia’s intense stare, combined with how her chest looked like it was about to burst from the pressure, gave the impression she might shatter the glass out of sheer rage. Yet her body remained still, trapped in that moment of fury, ironically powerless: the only thing she could do was blink furiously to express her outrage.
In the center, between her two daughters, lay the flat, square form of Layla, by far Emma’s favorite part of the artistic composition. Like her daughters, the bottom of Layla’s square displayed her bare feet, and just above them peeked her flattened boobs, though not as dramatically expanded as Sofia’s. At the top of the square, only Layla’s eyes were visible, frozen in an expression of shock, while the rest of her body, including her massive ass, was squished flat and hidden beneath the rest of her compressed form, a feat in and of itself.
Unlike her daughters, she was caught mid-surprise with wide-open eyes, and she couldn’t even blink: immobilized in her surprised expression, Layla could do nothing but remain perfectly still, a single layer of woman framed between two seemingly more animated girls (even if only due to their blinking). For this reason too, it was impossible to guess what might have been going through her mind at that moment.
Emma sighed, gazing fondly at the frame hanging on the wall “I could never get tired of looking at you. You’re truly a masterpiece” she said, caressing the glass with her free hand “Especially you, dear Layla. With that helpless, surprised look.. you almost don’t seem like yourself!”
“And to think I hadn’t even planned to flatten you today” she went on, like a villain delivering a monologue to their freshly captured heroines “I had just come over to ask for some sugar, but when I found the door open and saw you were punishing your daughters by sealing them into this frame… Well, the temptation was too strong. I waited until you finished squishing Sofia and Carla and placing them behind the glass, and then I” CLAP! “struck!” Emma emphasized the final word by clapping her palms together like she was squishing an imaginary Layla between them.
“Once you were nothing more than clay in my hands, I couldn’t help but give you the same flattened shape as your daughters and add you to the piece. You even left the center space empty! What, was I your intended subject? Or maybe… were you just waiting to be squished by me to complete the family portrait?” Emma teased Layla, pressing her finger against the glass right between Layla’s wide, unblinking eyes. Unable to move, Layla responded exactly as she had before: by remaining perfectly still, like a piece of wall décor.
“Tch, teasing you’s no fun if you can’t even react” Emma muttered, stepping back from the frame, slightly annoyed. Meanwhile, Carla had closed her eyes again, trying once more to fall asleep, and Sofia resumed blinking furiously as Emma stepped closer and then away.
“This little return to ‘hostilities’ reminds me of the good old days...” Emma’s face suddenly lit up with inspiration “I’ve got it! That’s how we’ll pass the time while I cook. Have you ever told your daughters the story of how we met? Now I finally have the chance to tell the true version, without your embellishments”
In response, Carla squeezed her eyes shut more forcefully, and Sofia did the same, clearly not interested in anything coming from their current captor. Layla, as always, remained completely still, doing a perfect impression of a canvas painting.
“Oh come on, girls, don’t be like that” Emma said with a conciliatory tone “Aren’t you curious about what me, your mom and the others used to get up to back in the day? I assure you, your little squishy shenanigans are nothing compared to what we did” Carla opened one eye, tempted, and Sofia slightly eased the tension with which she had been keeping hers closed, both intrigued.
Seeing their interest, Emma played her trump card “Be a good audience, and maybe I’ll let you out of there before your mother... leaving her inside the frame as a souvenir for you” she added with a casual tone. Immediately, both sisters’ eyes flew wide open, matching their mother’s, now fully convinced to listen closely to Emma’s story.
Emma smiled, pleased with her audience of three flattened, framed women, all wide-eyed, and nearly all ready to hear her tale.
“Alright then, let’s begin. Your mother and I met in high school...”
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Emma had always been the alpha woman of her group of friends, ever since elementary school; as she grew up, she was always the tallest among them, and now that she was in high school, her slim but well-curved body, together with her charismatic (some would have said bossy) attitude, had naturally made her the de facto leader of her class.
Surely, what helped her rise to power was the fact that anyone who ever had any kind of argument with her, big or small, would inevitably end up trapped in their own locker, plastered flat against the wall like a poster, or in some other humiliating situation that would ruin their reputation; by the time she reached her final year, it seemed no one could challenge her.
That is, until the arrival of Layla, the new transfer student from another city: she joined Emma’s class on the very first day of the school year, and despite her friendly expression and mannerisms, she radiated an aura of confidence and charisma. Physically, she was just a little shorter than Emma, but definitely more voluptuous while still keeping a relatively slender frame: what really stood out were her large boobs, barely contained by the school uniform, but above all her huge butt, which had already made several heads turn the moment she walked in.
Knowing Emma’s attitude well, the rest of the class was waiting to see how she would “welcome” the newcomer, and in particular what kind of squishing she would be subjected to. For that reason, no one was surprised when, during the morning break, Emma invited Layla to follow her to the bathroom to “get to know each other better”.
“...So you’re telling me you only finished the move yesterday?” asked Emma as they headed to the bathroom, slightly bored by Layla’s unsolicited story “Yes, my parents were transferred to work nearby, and they took the chance to move into the city” Layla replied in a warm, friendly tone “It was hard leaving all my friends behind, but at the same time I can’t wait to make new ones here!” she went on, opening the bathroom door and holding it for Emma.
“Starting with you, if you’d like” Layla added, offering her hand with a smile. Emma stared at her, slightly surprised at her bluntness and honesty, before brushing her hand away with a slap and shoving her back.
“Listen here, sweetheart” Emma dropped her mask and spoke in a hostile tone “Since you just got here, let’s make one thing clear right away: I’m the one in charge here. And this overly friendly, confident attitude of yours? I don’t like it one bit. So you’d better learn to show some respect before you end up flattened somewhere.”
Layla’s smile didn’t fade, but the friendliness behind it did, replaced by a sharp tone: “I see you came out early, dear Emma. I tried to give you the chance to have a friendly relationship, but it seems you prefer the hard way... And it looks like you people enjoy flattening others around here too, huh?”
The two girls faced off intensely, neither intending to back down but both waiting for the other’s move. Emma acted first: “Well, well, so the new girl shows her claws... But this is my territory, and it’s time I put you in your place!”
Emma forcefully struck a pipe near the sink with her elbow, a pipe that continued upward and vanished into the ceiling; at the impact, one of the square one-meter panels of the false ceiling, already unstable, and positioned right above Layla, broke loose and SQUASH!! crashed to the floor, completely flattening Layla beneath it and making her disappear from sight. Heavy metal blocks had been tied to the top of the panel to increase its weight.
“Good old ceiling tile” Emma thought to herself, running a hand over the blocks of metal “I’ll have to remember to get someone to put it back in its place later.”
With some effort, Emma lifted the heavy square panel just enough to pull out her rival’s flattened body from underneath it, and held it up before her to admire it: Layla’s body had been squashed from above, only a few centimeters thick, and had taken on a nearly square shape matching that of the panel.
In the center was her face, frozen in a determined expression, flanked by her upturned palms in a futile attempt to stop the falling weight. Beneath her face, her enormous boobs occupied most of the space, hugely expanded beneath her uniform like two round globes, while above her head, her enormous butt nearly overflowed the square frame: her uniform skirt barely covered a fraction of it, and with her panties reduced to something closer to a thong by the flattening, most of her bare ass was fully exposed.
“Wow, how shameless!” Emma commented, eyeing her rival’s exposed rear “Being a fat-ass like you must be a real curse when it comes to squishing... but I’m afraid you’ll just have to get used to it” she concluded with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Layla’s flat body began to ripple in Emma’s hands, but before the restoration could continue, Emma quickly rolled her body up like a scroll, until she was left holding a skin-colored roll tightly clutched in her hand. “Oh, so you’re one of those talented people who can restore themselves quickly, huh? Too bad for you, I’ve dealt with people like you before, and I’m prepared” said Emma, squeezing the rolled-up Layla mischievously, while the girl could only squirm uselessly in her grip.
“Now, I could squish you even more to pin you down for good, but that’s not what I have in mind for you” she went on darkly, leaving the bathroom with her rival in hand.
A little while later, as the break ended, Emma was back at her desk while Layla’s seat remained empty. As soon as the teacher entered, Emma spoke up: “The new girl Layla wasn’t feeling well and had to go home” “Thank you, dear. Let’s hope she recovers soon so that I can meet her... But who put that obscene poster up in the classroom?!” the teacher exclaimed, shocked.
On the wall hung a strange laminated poster, showing a life-size pin-up of a completely naked young woman. Layla’s body had been flattened from the front in a seductive pose, leaning forward to highlight her massive butt; one hand covered her crotch and the other held up and partly covered her enormous boobs, while her face was stuck in an exaggeratedly sultry expression, lips puckered in a kiss and one eye winking.
The young girl, after being undressed and flattened into that compromising position, had been laminated into the poster, sealed between two layers of plastic and made so thin that she was almost invisible from the side; such compression made any movement unthinkable, even something as simple as a wink, leaving her completely motionless and making her look for all the world like nothing more than a simple colored sheet of paper trapped between two layers of plastic.
The end result made her look exactly like an exaggeratedly curvy version of the stereotypical garage pin-ups.
Half the class burst out laughing, always entertained by Emma’s imaginative squishings, while the other half looked worried for the newcomer but didn’t dare intervene. “Well? Don’t you think the new girl has a future as a model? She should be thanking me for the chance to show herself off” Emma boasted to her classmates, basking in their compliments.
The teacher, irritated by the general hilarity, forcefully tore the poster off the wall and tried to crumple it, producing small squish sounds in the process. But the lamination kept it from holding a balled-up shape, and all she achieved was cracking the plastic in a few spots, before tossing the poster, creased and wrinkled, into the trash in frustration. Since the bin was almost full, Layla’s half-folded poster was clearly visible from every corner of the classroom, with some parts of the young model’s body still visible in the crumpled mess.
Emma looked with triumph at her rival’s squashed, wretched body in the bin “Let that be a lesson to you, new girl” she thought to herself as class began “I’m the one in charge here.”
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“...and that’s how your mother and I first met” Emma concluded her tale, speaking loudly from the kitchen to the girls squished behind the glass “And that was only the beginning of a long series of squishing and transformations for your mother over the years.”
“Of course, we haven’t done things like that since you two were born” Emma went on boasting as she returned to the living room “but just recently I reminded your mother who’s really in cha…” Emma stopped abruptly when she noticed the frame on the wall had one less occupant: Carla and Sofia were still firmly flattened behind the glass, but in the center, where Layla had been, there was now only empty space showing the background of the frame.
“Oh, shit” said Emma, as a shadow loomed menacingly behind her.
After a series of intense SQUISH! sounds, Layla, now restored to her normal self, held her rival in her hands in a much smaller, more manageable form. Emma had been compressed and crumpled into the shape of a baseball: Layla hadn’t gone easy on her, with random parts of her body displayed in a disorderly manner onto the surface of the sphere. Most notably, part of her face was visible beneath one of her thighs, her mouth completely covered while a single exposed eye showed an expression of extreme discomfort.
“Emma, dear, I see things keep repeating in cycles” Layla commented in a superior tone, bouncing her friend on the ground like a basketball. With each impact, Emma’s body warped with a squish! before springing back and bouncing back to Layla’s hand “You manage to flatten me by playing dirty, you delude yourself into thinking you’ve won and that you’re the ‘one in charge’, and in the end, you get the punishment you deserve” Layla amused herself a little longer by compressing and bouncing Emma’s body, then turned her attention to the frame that still held the flattened bodies of her daughters: Sofia was still struggling furiously, enough to make the whole frame shake slightly, while Carla had her eyes closed, having finally managed to fall asleep despite the chaos.
“Carla really is such a slacker” sighed Layla, looking at her eldest daughter “She could have easily freed herself the same way I did, but instead she preferred to take a nap” Layla’s attention was then drawn to the continued movements from her younger daughter’s section of the frame: “Alright, Sofia, I get it, I’ll free you now” she finally said, pulling her daughter’s slim body out of the frame like a rolled-up canvas. After fiddling with her body for a moment POP! Sofia was back to normal.
“Ughhh! Just what I needed, to get dragged into your stupid shenanigans!” Sofia shouted in frustration at her mother and her balled up friend “You won’t get away with this without me…” but as soon as Layla shot her a sharp glare, Sofia froze in fear, then quickly switched to a much more conciliatory tone: “...without me thanking you for freeing me at the end of my punishment, mom” “You’re welcome, dear” Layla replied with satisfaction, giving her a maternal smile.
Looking around, Sofia grinned maliciously at the sight of Carla, still flattened and asleep inside the frame. She pulled her out and, without hesitation, crumpled her flat body like an old newspaper, then tucked her safely into her cleavage, satisfied to have secured her squishy toy on which to vent her repressed anger.
Now calmer and in a better mood, Sofia turned to her mother: “Mom, was Emma’s story really true? You never told us how you two met” “Yes, darling, this time Emma was fairly accurate in the version she told” Layla replied, absentmindedly playing with Emma’s spherical body in her hands, squishing it into a little disk and letting it spring back to its round shape over and over again “The reason I never told you... well, let’s just say we were pretty wild back then, and it’s not something I’m particularly proud of.”
“She doesn’t seem that different now from how she was back then...” thought Sofia to herself, reflecting on how frightening her mother could be even now, though she wisely kept the thought to herself.
“Anyway, since we’re already walking down memory lane... Emma’s tale has been fairly accurate so far, but the story isn’t over yet” Layla continued, squeezing her friend’s body like a stress ball in her hand.
Curious, Sofia sat down on the couch, ready to listen. “Emma conveniently left out how our very first encounter actually ended...”
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The morning at school went by quickly, with Emma still savoring her victory over the irritating newcomer: she occasionally sneaked a glance at the laminated poster in the trash bin, which now showed part of Layla’s seductive face and a section of her enormous ass.
When it was time for lunch, the students left the classroom and returned about an hour later for the afternoon lessons. As she came back in, Emma noticed that the trash bin where Layla had remained all morning had been emptied. “Guess the new girl’s off for a nice little trip to the dump” she joked with her friends.
Emma sat at her desk and reached into her bag for her books, failing to notice the large shadow looming above her.
SQUASH!!
A now three-dimensional Layla sat down on Emma’s chair, but that wasn’t exactly what had happened: to be precise, Layla had slammed herself butt-first onto Emma’s seat, mercilessly crushing the girl beneath her huge ass, so tightly that Emma wasn’t even visible in the narrow space between Layla and the chair. Only her legs and part of her arms stuck out from the cramped spot where she’d been flattened, completely still, likely due to the shock.
Layla wasn’t wearing her clothes; the only thing covering her otherwise naked body was one of the window curtains, which she had wrapped around herself like a makeshift Roman toga. The entire class froze in silence at what had just occurred, while Layla, completely unbothered, calmly stood back up to admire her handiwork.
Emma’s body had been flattened onto the chair, paper-thin and vaguely square-shaped to match the seat. At the center was the girl’s head, her long hair spread across the flat surface, her face hidden since she’d been looking down at the moment of impact. The rest of the compressed, twisted body made up the sheet-like form she had become, while her arms and legs remained three-dimensional, dangling limply from the flattened torso.
With a loud RRRRRRIPP, Layla peeled Emma’s body off the chair and began folding her arms and legs underneath the flattened form. She then laid her back on the chair and SLAM! sat down hard again, this time making sure to press her directly beneath her bare ass. Now the whole of Emma’s body disappeared under Layla, who shifted her weight and ground herself down against the seat, squishing the girl even flatter.
Satisfied with the result, Layla eventually stood up again, still utterly composed at the center of the class’s stunned attention. There was no trace of Emma’s flattened body on the chair anymore, which could only mean she was stuck to Layla’s ass, hidden beneath her makeshift toga. “Excuse me, do you know where Emma put my clothes and the rest of my things?” Layla asked politely, directing her words to one of the girls she had seen earlier with Emma: a short-haired girl with a cheeky expression.
The girl burst out laughing, amused, and pointed to a locker in the back corner of the classroom “Thank you” Layla replied with a smile. Charmed by her nonchalance and her attractive silhouette, the rest of the class could only watch in silence as Layla, wrapped in nothing but a curtain, walked casually toward the locker as though it were the most natural thing in the world. She opened it, grabbed her clothes, and began dressing, using the hanging drape this time as a makeshift dressing room curtain.
Once finished, a fully dressed Layla turned back to the class: “Allow me to reintroduce myself, since the occasion has presented itself: my name is Layla, and starting today I’ll be spending the final school year with you all. I’d love to get to know each of you, if the opportunity arises” she said, while walking toward her desk.
“What else can I add?.. Ah, my dream is to become a pin-up model. Do you think that’s a job that suits me?” she asked, striking the same pose she had held while flattened in the poster that morning. Many boys and girls chuckled, amused, while others looked away, blushing: even clothed, Layla’s body was still very seductive.
“I see that here too, just like where I was before transferring, you like to squash people” she went on, now that the atmosphere had lightened “As you may have guessed, I’m quite fond of those kind of shenanigans myself” Layla gave herself a playful smack on the rear, right about where poor Emma must have been plastered to her ass beneath her clothes, and indeed, a faint squish confirmed the girl’s presence there, though unseen. Other light laughs rose from the rest of the class, while others looked at her with hostility.
Layla’s expression, cheerful and friendly until then, turned mischievous, almost sinister: “Of course, in such cases, you must also be ready to face the consequences” she warned, before SQUISH! she sat down hard in her own seat, squashing Emma under her weight once again: given the circumstances though, it was only inevitable that more and more squishes would follow.
The moment Layla finished her speech, the spell seemed to break: the class erupted into chaos. Some students laughed, others muttered among themselves about how Emma was being treated (though none dared to address the newcomer directly), while a fair group of boys and girls was already heading toward her to introduce themselves.
Two things were certain to everyone: Emma would not forget this humiliation, and this school year was going to be anything but dull.