Contains compression Tf - squishing, flattening, and such
Perfectly pressed business clothes. Perfectly styled brown waves with not a single fly-away. Perfectly 30 minutes early. This was the MO of Roxanne Owens. Some would say she’s a stickler, or a fun-sponge, or more vulgar descriptions about where she may or may not have a stick up. None of these opinions bothered her, focused on her responsibilities as she was. For as long as she could recall, she’d been the grown up, raising and teaching her younger sister Dani the ways of witchcraft while she climbed the corporate ladder as best she could. Her heels clicked across the floor towards the break room to deposit her lunch, some conversation fledgling workers were having quieted as she passed. It wasn’t uncommon, given her position and reputation compared to theirs. Roxanne was no CEO, but she was high enough on the middle management list to have her own office and people that reported directly to her. That, coupled with her ‘no fun allowed’ reputation might have been enough to intimidate the interns, but of course, there was always more to it when dealing with the Owens’.
Roxanne was a potent witch, though it was doubtful anyone here actually knew that fact. Regardless, rumors abound about her odd family and her interest in seemingly occult artifacts and subjects. The way she often transfixed people she spoke with – she had an air of mysticality about her that was difficult to ignore. Despite being the one to teach Danielle everything she knew about magic; Roxanne could hardly be farther from her in practical application. Her spells were subtle, powerful, and rarely reactionary or as… targeted as her baby sister’s were. Roxanne weaved her spells with intent and precision; complex rituals to guide and protect her and her sister’s lives. She never simply transformed a passerby or did anything deviously pleasurable with her business minded magic… or so most people thought. Roxanne pondered this aspect of her well-crafted persona as she held a simple glass jar she’d pulled from her lunch bag. She rotated the jar in her grip, smirking to herself in a rare moment of miscreancy. The jar was empty, and rather magical. She even considered using it at work, as pent up as she was… but she had more self-control than that. She’d get through the day, and while Dani was at her friend’s house, she could have her special evening jar time. This self-control did not prevent her from taking the jar to her office with her. To the others, it was simply another of Roxanne’s hobbyist collection artifacts that no one was brave enough to call out the oddity of, but Roxanne relished the feel of the cool glass exterior on her finger as she stroked the container.
It was enough to drive her mad at times, and she’d taken it to lunch as well, contemplating its use while there were all these people milling about in the break room. What would all of those fresh-faced interns think of her if they saw? Oh, how her reputation would crumble to nothing in an instant. This potential humiliation made her bite her bottom lip and blush. She wrenched her attention from the object to glance around the room. She let out a breath of relief that no one saw her – though, if they had, it wasn’t as if she’d made much of an expression.
“Hey Roxy,” came the voice of a colleague that did evoke a reaction from her. She jumped halfway out of her skin, startled by the interruption. They sat down with a self-satisfied smirk, “Wow, didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“You should be more mindful,” Roxanne chided, sipping her water dismissively.
“So, what’s with the jar? It one of your trinkets?” her colleague pressed.
“What it is, is none of your business. Don’t you have a lunch to finish?” Roxanne asked rhetorically, getting up in a huff and strutting away purposefully.
Back in the sanctuary of her office, she was once again focused on her jar. So much so that she could hardly focus on work. It was extremely tempting to use it… what would the harm be in just a little test? Surely that would be fine… Before she knew it Roxanne had already unscrewed the lid of the jar. Her eyes darted over the top of her computer monitors to the hall outside, scanning for any signs of an interruption. She understood Dani’s obsession with the taboo and forbidden all too well, and right now her own desire was steadily eroding her strict discipline. Roxanne slipped her professional pumps off and placed the jar between her legs. A noise startled her attention back to the hall, and she watched for a few seconds as her heart pounded with nervous excitement.
She slid a tights-clad toe into the jar, as if dipping it in a pool to test the temperature. She steadily inserted her foot further into the jar until, inevitably, her foot could go no further, caught a mere few inches inside the lip. Still, she pushed further, biting her lip in anticipation as her foot, with some resistance, pushed further inside, starting to squish down to fit more and more until her curled toes met the cool bottom of the jar. This would be an impressive enough feat, but Roxanne was only just starting. Despite the opening of the jar being utterly filled by her ankle, she positioned her foot to brace against the floor and shimmied her free foot to squeeze into the jar beside her already trapped foot. It was a tricky technique to not simply pull her other foot free, and to jam herself more and more compact into such a small space. Of course, for most of the people in the office, this was impossible, but Roxanne was a potent witch, and for her, tricky was an apt enough description. It was this impossibility that had first attracted her to spells like this, but it was the sensation that brought her back over and over again. The coolness of the jar, and the tightness of her crammed feet squishing and curling over one another was bliss. Not to mention the sheer helplessness of it all. She enjoyed pretending that this wasn’t a highly controlled purposeful situation, playing out fantasies of being a damsel in distress while an evil jar devours and traps her. She knew that if she just squeezed in far enough – it would be real, and she couldn’t get out on her own, but she was far too responsible to let that happen. She relished in the cramped feeling of barely being able to wriggle her toes a moment longer before slowly and steadily pulling her feet free one at a time. The process took a long while depending on how far she went, but it was a practiced technique by now. She stooped under her desk to retrieve her naughty little container and screwed the cap on tight, her lust for the compression sated for now. Roxanne put her pumps back on and continued with her work, only eyeing her jar every so often throughout the day.
Finally, she was home. Dani had gone to hang out with one of her little friends, and while normally she’d have been a bit nosier, tonight was a special night. Roxanne had her own plans for the evening.
Selecting an outfit for a personal endeavor like this might have seemed silly but dressing up for the role of ‘beautiful maiden trapped in a jar’ was as important to the fantasy as anything else, and Roxy wasn’t planning on skipping out on any aspect of it. She pulled her stockings on and slipped into a rather plain floral print dress. Such a simple design wouldn’t cut it for tonight, but she had a solution. With a flourish of her hand and a few choice mystical murmurings her dress ballooned out into a proper gown with colorful layers and floral adornments. A brooch manifested as elbow length gloves appeared, and her dress’ shoulders poofed out. She twirled in front of the mirror – now there was a princess. She enjoyed the feeling of the fabric, and imagined it squished in with her, but elected not to wear any shoes as it was usually more trouble than it was worth. She brushed and styled her hair and fixed her makeup as a final touch. She lifted the jar in her hands but paused. Perhaps it would be more fun to do this downstairs in the living room… imagining someone walking by the window to see her stuck was an amusing thought. It was enough to push her to act, traipsing down the stairs, her heart already hammering in her chest.
Roxanne unscrewed the lid and placed the jar on the floor, taking time to tease herself internally with feints and scenarios in her mind as to how such a thing could happen to little ol’ Roxy. Finally, she could wait no longer, prepping herself to start. She sat on the edge of the couch, deciding to squeeze both feet inside at once. Getting started was easy, but around the point of her squeezing her ankles in she began to struggle. She tapped the jar on the floor lightly, almost bouncing her way in. She could feel the tightness around her ankles grow as she inched her way inside. She almost fell when her legs squished into the jar with a shloop. The feeling elicited a gasp from Roxanne, who blushed now. Her feet filled the whole jar and then some, but she was going much further tonight. For now, she let gravity start to squeeze her down and down, wriggling her toes while she still could against the cool glass of the jar. It was getting harder to move, and hard to tell what was pressed up against what.
She was brought out of her rapturous daydream by the sensation of her butt meeting the opening. She lifted the hem of her dress to look, and sure enough, her ample rear had effectively barred the jar from eating her any further. Ordinarily this marked the end of her adventures, but it felt too good and had been too short for her to want to stop. She should be fine as long as her arms were still free. She reached up and pulled herself up onto the couch again, then dropped back down, trying to use momentum to force her tuckus into the greedy jar. After a few attempts she could feel herself start to slide down again. Progress was much more difficult and the feeling of her bottom being squashed and spread against her feet and legs was foreign… and euphoric. She let out an audible moan this time, and, in a momentary lapse of judgment, began to tuck her dress – stuff, really, into the jar to both get a better look inside and to feel the fabric against her squished body. In her haste to stuff her dress into the jar with her, she made a terrible mistake. The shaking and wriggling she was doing inched her butt further and further into the jar, and right as her hands tucked the last of her dress’ hem along her sides, her body was jolted downwards in an intense sucking motion as her butt finally popped all the way into the jar.
“Oh no- oh no!” With her hands pinned at her sides, she let out a yelp and struggled to free her hands, “Come onnnn…” she whined, feeling the jar pull her further and further inside with little left to impede its progress. The feelings of panic were competing with the intense sensations of her body compressing further and rubbing against the dress as she struggled. She moaned, hardly able to wiggle a finger anymore. Was that her foot her left hand was pressed flat against? Roxanne panted with pleasure until finally the last roadblocks left on her body stopped her decent. Her breasts rested on the lip of the jar. How ridiculous she must have looked – practically a potted plant sprouting out of this jar, arms tucked inside with the rest of her body.
Her giddiness was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. A cold chill shuddered through her – was Danielle home early? She struggled harder, despite knowing she was well and truly stuck. She frantically ran through possible excuses in her mind as footsteps sound closer and closer. It was odd that Dani hadn’t called out for her like she usually did, but the reason for that made Roxanne’s panic reach a peak.
“Well, well, well… what have we got here?” Cooed the sultry voice of Nova, who had stopped by Danielle and Roxanne’s place to drop something off. Nova and Roxanne had never really gotten along, with the former believing the latter to be overbearing and a fun killer, and the latter believing the former to be a bad influence on their baby sister.
“Oh- ah… one of- hrrrk! Dani’s uhm- hnng! Gal pals-! How… how nice!” Roxanne grunted with effort to free herself while she carried on as casually as she could. Which was to say not at all.
The act of seeing a bottle with Roxanne from the breasts up wobbling about in helpless struggling made Nova giggle, “You alright down there?” she asked, stooping to pick her up by the shoulders, “My you’re light as a feather! Magic, huh?” she smirked a little smirk that made Roxanne nervous. She probably remembered the surprise party fiasco…
“Haha… yeah, I’m a little… preoccupied as it were,” she tried to laugh along, but her nerves were getting through her voice. “Could you maybe uhm… give me a little help?” she asked tentatively. The grin on Nova’s face made her feel as though this was a terrible mistake.
“Sure thing hon, let me set you down on the table and help you…” she said, plopping the jar on the counter. The force made her bounce a centimeter further in her, eliciting an involuntary gasp that sounded straight out of an adult film, causing the woman’s face to burn a bright red. “Oh-hoh,” Nova stroked Roxanne’s hair, “Poor Roxy all pent up being such a stiff all the time, huh?” she teased.
“Stop it, I’m no-ooaahahhh…” her protests were silenced when Nova pressed her breasts into the jar, one at a time. She could feel herself start to sink again, but her whole body was too on fire with pleasure for her mind to even process this. Some small part of her cursed her lust and the way she’d given into it, but the rest of her was focused on how she could feel her right foot overlapping her shoulder and her knee felt like it was continuously pressing against her squished bosom. “H-help,” she managed to squeak out. She honestly didn’t know if she meant to help her the rest of the way in or to help her get out anymore.
Luckily for poor Roxanne, Nova was here to make that decision for her. With a stroke of her hair, Nova planted her palm on top of Roxanne’s head, and firmly pushed downwards. With a great deal of effort, Roxanne’s entire being was firmly packed within the jar. Being squashed and so thoroughly helpless, Roxy could do little more than watch what she could from her limited perspective. Her hearing became more muffled as Nova came back and screwed the top of the jar on nice and tight. She tosses the jarred Roxanne in the air and caught her a few times.
“We’ll call it an even trade.” Nova said, chuckling to herself as she set down what she’d originally came to drop off where Roxanne had been on the counter. She left, tucking Roxanne in her purse, thinking it would look pretty good on a shelf in her bedroom…