The tale of the squishy encounter between Emma and Layla on the first day of the school year had spread through the school like wildfire: everyone was talking about the pin-up poster in which Layla had been flattened, and especially about her swift retaliation, crushing Emma flat under her huge butt and kept her pinned there for the rest of the day.
Emma absolutely couldn’t allow her reputation to be destroyed by this new girl: that’s why, the following morning, she had made the necessary preparations and was now walking down the school corridor before the start of classes. The crowd inside had already begun pointing at her and chuckling behind their hands, but Emma didn’t pay them much attention: the situation would be resolved soon enough.
“Emma!” she heard someone call, and saw her two best friends approaching.
Grace, as always, stood out in the crowd thanks to her height (almost as tall as Emma) and her sturdy, athletic build with broad shoulders: an imposing figure that contrasted with her timid demeanor, like an elephant in a china shop afraid of bumping into anyone in the corridor. The school uniform, even in the largest size available, struggled to contain her enormous boobs, forcing Grace to leave the top buttons of her shirt open. Besides her backpack, she was also carrying a sports bag.
Ivy, by her side, couldn’t have been more different: shorter than average and with a slender frame, she could have disappeared next to Grace, but her cocky and mischievous attitude made up for her small stature. Her short, spiky hair was dyed a vivid green, and a cheeky, sly expression permanently rested on her face as she skillfully pushed through the crowd to reach Emma, with Grace following behind more slowly.
“Good morning, girls” Emma greeted them with a smile. She didn’t have time to say anything else before she was caught in one of Grace’s famous bear hugs “Emma! Are you okay? I feel so bad about what happened to you yesterday! How are you feeling?” Grace exclaimed, hugging her friend tightly, but the only response she got was a few muffled grunts.
“Grace, I think you’re squishing her a bit too much” Ivy remarked with an amused grin. Grace opened her eyes and realized that, indeed, besides having Emma’s head buried into her cleavage, the rest of Emma’s body was already starting to deform slightly. When she let her go, Emma’s upper body was much thinner than it should have been, her arms stuck to her torso like they’d been glued, and her dazed face bore a shallow indentation shaped like Grace’s cleavage.
After helping Emma regain her usual shape, Grace started apologizing profusely, but Emma reassured her with a friendly gesture “It’s nothing, Grace. Honestly, I’m happy to see you worry about me like this”.
“Still, that Layla is pretty tough” Ivy said, picking up the conversation where Grace had left off “And the way she bounced back from the humiliation of the poster was really impressive... Are you just going to let her get away with it, Emma?” she asked casually.
“Of course not. I’ve already made preparations to give her a taste of her own medicine” Emma replied with a wicked grin. Before she could continue, Grace interjected: “Actually, when we talked to Layla yesterday to free you from her..." Grace trailed off, blushing slightly at the memory of what had happened to her friend.
Ivy seized the pause to continue: “Yeah, after class, we went to Layla to peel you off her massive butt. You should’ve seen how arrogant she looked! She definitely would have taken you home and kept you there who knows how long if we hadn’t shown up. She totally deserves a good lesson, don’t you think?” she said, turning to Emma.
Grace tried to say something again, but Emma’s response cut her off “I’m already one step ahead of you, Ivy!” Emma declared enthusiastically, pulling a glass jar out of her backpack, the kind used for pickles, but with a very different content.
The jar was completely filled by the compressed body of a girl in their school uniform, squished in an extreme and messy way to fit into such a tiny space. Even without spotting her face among the tangle of limbs and body parts, Grace and Ivy had no trouble guessing it was Layla.
Ivy grabbed the jar and turned it over in her hands, impressed. It wasn’t easy to figure out how Layla’s body was compressed inside, apart from her huge butt which occupied a good portion of the upper half of the container. After a few rotations, Ivy exclaimed “Found her!” pointing to a corner near the bottom of the jar where part of Layla’s face was visible, squished between a breast and an arm, pressed against the glass with an expression of extreme annoyance.
“I ran into her by chance at the school entrance, and she tried to act all friendly again... how naive!” Emma sneered “Nice work. She was clearly just trying to get you to lower your guard” Ivy replied, tossing and catching the jar. Layla was so tightly packed inside that she didn’t move at all despite the motion.
“Careful not to drop her. She can reform right away, just like you, Grace” Emma warned, turning towards her big friend “Oh, sure. Is there anything this Mary Sue can’t do?” Ivy shot back sarcastically “So, do you already have a plan for her? Because I’ve got an idea...” she added with a mischievous grin “I’m all ears” Emma replied in kind, while Grace watched them with a worried expression, unable to find a way to join the conversation.
A few minutes later, Emma was clapping her hands in the corridor to get everyone’s attention. Some students were chatting, others were just passing by on their way to class, and a group was busy pulling out an unfortunate girl who had been flattened and shoved into a locker.
“May I have your attention, please!” Emma shouted over the noise “Some of you may have already heard, but I’d like to introduce the new student in my class: Layla!” she announced, pointing to a small table by the wall, on which sat the glass jar containing the girl.
But now the jar was open, with only Layla’s enormous ass sticking completely out of it, while the rest of her body remained tightly packed inside, still far too compressed in the tight space for any kind of movements. Her skirt and panties did little to cover her massive cheeks, leaving most of her squishy, bouncy butt exposed, wobbling slightly as if inviting someone to give it a nice smack.
Which Emma promptly did, delivering a loud SLAP! that echoed through the corridor, making Layla’s rear jiggle like jelly “Impressive, isn't it? I think I’ll call it Bongo Butt. Enjoy!” she said, walking away from the table as a crowd of curious students gathered around their new source of entertainment.
“Don’t you think you’re going too far? I don’t think the teachers are going to like this...” Grace said to Emma, as the corridor began filling with a rhythm of SLAP! PLAF! sounds “Relax, Grace, it’ll be fine” Emma reassured her, heading to class. “By the way, Ivy, did you go back to green hair?”
“Hehe, what do you think? Fresh dye, just yesterday..” Ivy replied proudly, starting to chat light-heartedly with Emma, while Grace followed behind, occasionally glancing back at the scene in the corridor.
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A few hours later, during P.E. class, the girls were doing basketball drills. Layla had returned to her normal shape and was participating like everyone else.
However, the ball she was bouncing across the gym floor wasn’t a regular basketball, as it was the tightly folded, balled-up body of Emma. She had been bent and wrapped over and over again, her limbs and torso stretched and coiled with skill until she formed a perfectly round sphere. In the middle of that tangled mass, a small portion of her face was visible, bearing a dazed expression from the constant bouncing.
To be fair, the Emma-ball actually mimicked the bounce of a real basketball pretty well, though with a slightly more rubbery sound when it hit the ground. It allowed Layla to run the drills with the rest of the class, while the other students watched in amusement: after that morning’s hallway spectacle, everyone was entertained by the continuation of the rivalry between the two girls. A few students even chatted light-heartedly with Layla while she practiced.
At one point, Layla noticed Grace and walked over to her “Hey Grace, how’s it going? I see you’re pretty good at basketball” she said with a friendly smile “Hi Layla, yeah... sports are kind of my thing. Uh, is that.. Emma you’ve got there as a ball?” Grace asked, a little embarrassed to phrase the question aloud.
“Exactly! As you can see, I’m following Ivy’s advice from yesterday: to bond with Emma, I’ve got to challenge her on her own turf. A full-on squish-off!” Layla said cheerfully, bouncing Emma’s spherical body once more before catching it “Trust me, we’re going to be great friends” she finished, staring at the small visible part of Emma’s face with a somewhat frightening grin. The Emma-ball, of course, was far too dizzy to hear anything.
“Well, I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that, but...” Grace began, only to stop mid-sentence as a thought struck her “Layla, could you hand me the ball for a second?” she asked. Layla passed it over. Grace examined Emma’s balled-up form with a practiced touch, bouncing her a couple of times on the floor to test the feel, then turned back to Layla with an enthusiastic look:
“This is one of the best basketball consistencies of a balled-up girl I’ve ever felt!”
“Hehe, I can tell you know your stuff” Layla replied proudly “At my old school, we balled each other up so often we developed special techniques to replicate the elasticity of different sports balls. For example, if you look at how Emma’s limbs have been stretched..”
Layla began explaining her technique in detail, but Grace suddenly interrupted “Could you try it directly on me?”
Layla blinked, momentarily thrown by the unexpected request. Grace immediately flustered, waving her hands: “It’s n-not what it sounds like! I just learn better through physical experience than through explanations..."
“Grace loves getting squished!” Ivy suddenly chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. A series of high-pitched, embarrassed noises burst out of Grace, her face turning beet red “N-no, I... It’s not... Ugh! IVY!!” she finally shouted, bringing her large hand down squarely on her smaller friend’s head.
Ivy’s grin had just enough time to turn into a look of surprise before Grace’s hand pressed her down effortlessly, forcing her green-haired head toward the floor until SPLAT! Ivy was completely flattened against the ground in a neat, disc-like shape.
At the center of the circular form was her bright green hair, while the rest of her body had been spread out concentrically from the center. Her face wasn’t visible, as she hadn’t had time to look up. The overall composition was surprisingly uniform, almost like a deliberate concentric pattern.
“Not a bad composition” Layla remarked, eyeing the flat disk on the floor, while Grace frantically bent down to peel her friend up, but dropping the Emma-ball, which bounced a few times before coming to a stop “Ahhh, I’m so sorry Ivy! I did it again!” she exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to wedge a finger between Ivy’s flattened body and the floor.
With Layla’s help, the two managed to peel her off with a loud SSLRRRRRRPP, and a few moments later Ivy was back to normal, stumbling away dizzily with an unsteady gait.
“Usually Ivy and I try to keep our distance during P.E.” Grace explained “She’s especially squishable, and I’m not exactly good at controlling my strength... Not the best combo...” she added with an embarrassed laugh.
“Really? I actually think you two work great together. You seem to get along really well” Layla replied, picking up and tossing Emma’s spherical body into Grace’s hands “Class is almost over. Could you take care of restoring her for me?” Grace caught the Emma-ball firmly and nodded.
“As for the balling technique, I’d be more than happy to give you a personal... demonstration... sometime soon” Layla added, strolling toward the locker room “Oh, and one last thing: please tell Emma I’m looking forward to her next squishing” she finished with a wink.
Grace looked like she wanted to say something, but before she could decide on the words, Layla had already disappeared into the locker room.
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When lunch break came around, a now restored Emma and Ivy entered the school library, which was almost completely deserted at that hour. The two girls were speaking in hushed voices.
“I can’t believe that prima donna dared to do this to me!” Emma hissed furiously to her friend “She used me as a ball for the entire P.E. class! She must’ve bounced me off the floor at least a hundred times!” “It’s been a while since someone’s challenged you so openly” Ivy egged her on, clearly enjoying the drama “We’ve got to show her who’s in charge!”
“Damn right, Ivy!” Emma agreed, leaning against one of the bookshelves. She pulled something out of her pocket that, at first glance, looked like a crumpled, multicolored piece of paper folded over itself several times. She held it up by one end and let it unfold, revealing its true nature.
The piece of paper was actually Layla’s flattened body, squished down to an extremely thin, paper-like thickness. Emma was holding her by the head, and her body unfurled downward like a fold-out poster from a magazine: Layla had been flattened from the front, with her legs together and her arms pressed along her torso, giving her a long, streamlined shape. That shape was broken only by her prominent ass, which had flattened outward even further, giving her impressive hips, and by her boobs, now squashed into two wide, circular discs across her chest.
Despite her flimsy, paper-like state, the flattened girl’s face wore a smug little smile, as if daring Emma to try harder “She even pisses me off when she’s flattened! I can’t stand her” Emma whispered heatedly, dragging Layla’s paper-thin body behind her like a flag and laying it out on the nearest table “Alright, let’s get started” she said, turning to Ivy.
Together, the two girls folded Layla’s body lengthwise, bringing her face facing upward down to meet her feet. Then they used a stack of heavy books to SQUISH! flatten the folded body, pressing her back down to a flat, paper-thin thickness.
They repeated the process several times, folding Layla’s body over itself again and pressing it flat each time, always making sure her face was facing up. By the final fold, Layla’s body had been reduced to a slim, rectangular strip roughly ten centimeters long and two centimeters wide, resembling a bookmark.
The bookmark featured Layla’s entire face, stretched to fit the shape of the narrow rectangle: it was unnaturally elongated, with her eyes squished close together due to the strip’s narrowness. Her original smug expression remained, though it now looked undeniably ridiculous thanks to the distortion.
The back of the bookmark was instead a chaotic mess of folded and compressed body parts: clearly, Emma and Ivy had focused their attention on making the front neat, not the back.
“Phew, done” Emma said, slamming the book down one last time with a sharp SPLAT!, flattening Layla’s body back to paper-thin once again. Ivy moved the book aside and picked up the tiny bookmark, examining it with a pleased grin as it fluttered lightly between her fingers “One of your best works, if you ask me” she finally said, impressed.
Emma took Layla’s flattened body into her own hands and held it up in front of her “Not acting so high and mighty now, huh?” she gloated at the helpless girl, who was flattened so thoroughly she couldn’t even change her ridiculous expression.
“Just one last touch before you settle into your new home” Emma added. She laid the thin strip on the table, pulled a marker from her bag, and began writing on Layla’s face. When she was done, the bookmark bore a large, blocky label across it: “DUMB FACE”.
“Pffft” Ivy snorted, amused by her friend’s pettiness “She really gets on your nerves, doesn’t she?” “You have no idea” Emma muttered with satisfaction, waving the little Layla-bookmark through the air like a flag one more time before heading toward the back of the library, Ivy following close behind.
Emma picked a random book from the dustiest shelf, a thick tome on some impossibly boring subject, opened it to a random page, slipped Layla’s paper-thin body inside, and STOMP! SQUISH! slammed the book shut, trapping her firmly between the pages. From the outside, there was no sign that a flattened bookmark-girl was hard pressed on page 248.
Finally, Emma walked over to a box full of books waiting to be reshelved, and she made sure to place the tome containing Layla at the very bottom, underneath a dozen other heavy volumes that pressed her very thin body even further into the page. “There. All done” Emma said, brushing the dust from her hands with satisfaction “No one knows you’re here. I can't wait to see how long it takes you to get back to normal, sweetie”
Emma and Ivy turned and headed toward the library exit “Enjoy your stay in the library!” Emma called over her shoulder, while Ivy giggled mischievously.
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It was late afternoon, and Grace and Ivy were walking down the school hallway. As was their tradition from previous years, the two of them usually met up with Emma after their respective afternoon activities so they could head home together.
“Emma and that new girl are really going at it... This is too much fun!” Ivy said at one point, giggling “I can’t wait to see Layla’s next move.. assuming she manages to free herself anytime soon from where we flattened her...”
“Speaking of which” Grace cut in “I wanted to ask you why you lied to Emma this morning about what we talked about with Layla yesterday. She wasn’t arrogant or cocky at all. She actually seemed like she genuinely wanted to be friends with Emma” “Oh, that?” Ivy replied dismissively “Boring, don’t you think? It’s way more entertaining to put them in competition and enjoy the show” she added with a mischievous wink.
Grace sighed, resigned: it was exactly like she’d suspected. But before she could reply, she noticed that the floor beneath her feet suddenly felt... different. For the past few meters, they had been walking over something unusual: a rubbery carpet laid along the hallway floor. It didn’t take long for the two of them to recognize it as the body of someone who had been squished flat and stretched out to a ridiculous length.
This carpet was about two meters wide and ran straight down the middle of the hallway. At the beginning, a few meters behind them, they could clearly see the shoes of the unfortunate victim, while Grace and Ivy were currently walking over the bare legs of what seemed to be a female student: several meters further ahead, they could spot the hem of a school uniform skirt, just before the flattened body turned the corner. Its thickness was only a few centimeters, and seemed to be thinning more and more as students kept walking over it.
As they continued toward the exit, Grace and Ivy noticed that the flattened and stretched-out girl’s body also led toward the main lobby and entrance. As they moved forward, the legs gave way to the skirt section, and then to the school uniform shirt.
“Oh no...” A bad feeling hit Grace, and she quickened her pace toward the other end of the carpet, with Ivy following eagerly, already sensing the spectacle that awaited.
When they reached the entrance, they arrived just in time to see Layla, back to her normal shape, unrolling the final section of the flattened body on the floor: the part corresponding to the victim’s face. Of course, it could only be Emma.
As soon as Layla finished carefully positioning the end of the Emma-carpet right at the exit doors, she dusted off her hands with a satisfied look. A crowd of curious students was already gathering to witness yet another bizarre squishy showdown between the two rivals.
The body of one of the school’s most popular girls had been flattened and stretched out over dozens of meters, arranged like a giant rug running through the hallways with a few turns, leading right to the main entrance. In the lobby, the final section of the rug featured Emma’s face, flattened and elongated to a length of four or five meters and about two meters wide, locked in a distorted expression of shock and surprise.
The already thin body was being pressed flatter and flatter under the trampling feet of the growing number of students who, just like Grace and Ivy, had followed the strange “carpet” to the lobby to find out who the victim was. A sizable crowd was now forming, watching Emma’s public humiliation unfold.
Layla, meanwhile, looked entirely in her element. She stood proudly beside the flattened carpet like an artist next to her masterpiece at a gallery opening, gracefully handling both the admiring congratulations from some students and the complaints from others with the same poise and enthusiasm.
At one point, her gaze met Grace and Ivy’s through the crowd. She greeted them with a bright smile, then gestured proudly toward the Emma-carpet at her feet. Ivy burst out laughing and eagerly joined the excited crowd, while Grace stood frozen, unsure of what to do, as a group of teachers approached with stern expressions.
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Later, a restored Emma and Layla both stepped out of the principal’s office, after a scolding that had lasted several minutes. Emma was both embarrassed and furious: her clothes were rumpled, her whole body dirty as if people had walked all over her, with little shoe prints still visible here and there. Layla, meanwhile, wore a contrite expression inside the office, but the moment she stepped outside, her usual confident smile returned in full.
Waiting for them in the hallway were Grace and Ivy. It was late, and most of the students had already gone home, leaving the corridors mostly empty.
“You damn big-butt, it’s your fault we got a warning from the principal on the second day of school!” Emma immediately started arguing heatedly with Layla “Usually the school turns a blind eye to squishing incidents, but this time even they couldn’t ignore it!...”
Emma was still wondering how Layla had managed to free herself from the book she’d been squished flat in. And though it was hard for her to admit it (even to herself) she had to acknowledge that Layla’s carpet squishing had been a masterstroke. Exactly the sort of thing she would have done to humiliate a rival. Still, Emma couldn’t afford to lose her dominant position in the school.
“I merely fought fire with fire, dear Emma” Layla answered smoothly, flashing that confident smile “If you plan on continuing this little game, don’t expect me to back down!”
Ivy, who had been giggling as she watched the exchange, jumped in “Emma, did you hear that? She’s not giving up. You’re not seriously going to let her win, are..”
SQUASH! Before she could finish her sentence, Grace’s big hand appeared above Ivy’s head and, for the second time that day, pressed her effortlessly down to the floor, flattening her.
“Alright Ivy, that’s enough. You deserve a time-out” Grace said sternly, picking up her flattened friend and starting to roll her up between her hands. In no time, Ivy’s body was reduced to a tennis-ball-sized sphere, predominantly bright green.
“Grace? What’s going on? What do you mean by time-out?” Emma asked, confused; it wasn’t often that Grace flattened someone like that “Ivy’s been stirring things up between you two all day just to entertain herself with your squishy rivalry” Grace explained. She recounted to Emma their real conversation with Layla the day before, and how Ivy had spent the entire day fanning the flames instead.
“That little pest! She played me like a fiddle!” Emma fumed, while Layla barely showed any surprise “You don’t look very surprised” Grace noted, turning to her “Well, I did suspect Ivy wasn’t being entirely sincere” Layla replied “But there was a kernel of truth in what she said. Emma strikes me as the kind of person you befriend through competition. And besides, I only responded to Emma's squishings” she finished with a playful wink.
Emma found herself at a loss for words. Still irritated, she was about to lunge at Layla when Grace stepped between them with her arms outstretched “Wait, Emma! You’ve already been called to the principal once today, that’s enough. And honestly, from what I’ve seen, Layla seems to be in good faith. Why not give her a chance to get along with us?” Grace pleaded, her puppy-dog eyes almost comically out of place on her towering, muscular frame.
Emma froze. She could never resist those eyes, no matter how out of place they were “Ughhh... Fine! But only because it’s you, Grace.”
“Thank you, Emma! A-and if both of you really need to take out your squishing urges, y-you can always use me...” Grace mumbled shyly, closing her eyes in embarrassment. But the two rivals weren’t even listening anymore, as they were already shaking hands in truce.
“Don’t think this means it’s over” Emma whispered to Layla as they shook hands firmly, making sure only she could hear “Grace seems to like you, so I’ll tolerate you for now... but even if what happened today was partly Ivy’s fault, I will get my revenge”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, dear Emma” Layla replied, squeezing her hand back with a smile.
“Grace, pass me Ivy, please” Emma said as the three girls began walking toward the exit. Grace placed the tiny green ball that was Ivy into Emma’s open hand. Emma turned to Layla with a grin “As a first act of reconciliation, how about we have a little payback on this mischievous gremlin who’s been laughing behind our back all day?” she asked, offering the small sphere to Layla “I like the way you think” Layla answered with a mischievous look.
“It’s so nice to see you two getting along” Grace commented, while the tiny Ivy-ball seemed to tremble in terror under the devilish gaze of the two fearsome girls “I’m sure this is the start of a years-long friendship!”