(Sequel to “Peer Pressure”)

It was once again St. Patrick’s Day. A day that Chrissy was always excited for each year, while Sara not so much. Chrissy loved going to all the bars and getting extremely drunk off the free beer she would always get, and honestly this was the one part of St. Patrick’s day Sara enjoyed as well, because she loved going out and spending time with Chrissy... even if she eventually had to take care of her later that night after she passes out.  The biggest reason Sara didn’t fully enjoy St. Patrick’s Day is that every year, Chrissy found a reason to pinch her for not wearing something green. She would be ok with it if Chrissy just pinched her once and that was it, but Chrissy liked to continue the punishment throughout the whole day, as she feels that is the only proper way to punish someone for not wearing green on St. Patty’s day. Well, This year Sara had a plan for some revenge, and she wasn’t going to let Chrissy get the better of her this time.

On the morning of St. Patty’s day, Sara decided to stay in bed a little longer than normal so Chrissy would get up before her and head off for her usual morning jog. Once Chrissy had left, Sara quickly sprung into action. She had been planning for this day for a few weeks so she knew exactly what she wanted to do to Chrissy. It was honestly a pretty simple plan. Sara had bought a heavy, circular glass panel that she was going to rig up to their bedroom door. Then once Chrissy comes back and opens their bedroom door it would released the glass panel hanging high above to fall down and flattened Chrissy into a pancake. Then she would be able to play with her cute squished girlfriend all day and avoid being pinched constantly. Sara normally wouldn’t be so devious and cunning, but ever sense she used Chrissy as a sex doll, she had been becoming more and more like her outgoing girlfriend.

It took a little bit longer than she was hoping, but with one last pull of the rope, Sara tied it off in the door and was finally done with setting up her trap. She sat down on their bed and looked up at the giant glass panel dangling right over the inside of their doorway and smiled sinisterly. “This time you’re gonna be the one that gets pinched Chrissy.” She said, almost laughing maniacally.

About an hour later, Chrissy returned from her longer than normal run and was completely drenched in sweat from the workout. As she came through the door of the apartment she was expecting to see Sara sitting on the couch or maybe in the kitchen, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Sara! Are you here? I’m back from my run and I could sure use a good massage on my sore body. Not to mention I need to give you your annual St. Patty’s Day pinches.” She hoped Sara would be in the mood for some more pleasurable stuff then just a massage, but she also couldn’t wait to start picking on Sara for not wearing green.  


Sara was so giddy with excitement hearing Chrissy enter the apartment. “Oh, I’m in the bedroom! Why don’t you come in and I can give you that massage... And you can give me those pinches.” She knew that would definitely get Chrissy to come her way.   But as she was excitedly waiting for Chrissy to come through the door and be smashed, she noticed a small box sitting in front of the door. “Oh no! I gotta move that stupid box or else it might block the door from opening all the way and then the glass panel will fall before she gets in the room. Shoot!”  Sara quickly sprinted to the door as she started to hear Chrissy walking towards the bedroom. She grabbed the box and looked at it real quick. It was the custom Trixie Doll box she had made for Chrissy when she was a sex doll.  She would’ve laughed if it wasn’t the reason her plan might not work, so she quickly chucked the box across the bedroom, and checked to see that nothing else was blocking the doorway. Once she thought it was clear she tried to get back over to the bed, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t fast enough as Chrissy had already reached the door and was opening it. As she opened the door it swung open and knocked Sara forward a bit onto the spot just below where the glass panel was hanging. “Aah! What the heck?” Sara said as she started to realize where she was standing. “No, no, no, wait!!!” ‘SPLAT!’

Chrissy finally got through the bedroom door after moving whatever was blocking it out of the way. “Sara... what was that loud noise? Sara?” Chrissy looked around the room and didn’t see her girlfriend anywhere. As she step forward into the room a bit more she almost slipped as she stepped onto the glass panel that had just fallen. She quickly looked down to see what it was and that’s when she realized where exactly Sara went. Trapped underneath the glass panel, was her girlfriend, completely flattened into a circular disk under the immense pressure of the glass. Her face was plastered to the glass in a shocked expression, and her hands were out to the sides of it as though she tried to brace for the impact. Chrissy couldn’t believe her eyes. For one thing, she was pleasantly surprised to see that her girlfriend wasn’t a bloody mess on the floor after being crushed, but instead appeared to have the same malleability that her own body had.

After the initial shock faded though, Chrissy started to piece together everything she saw and a sly smirk ran across her face. She got down on the floor next to the her flattened girlfriend and laid down in front of her squished body. “So, it seems someone had a nice little plan to get out of their annual St. Patrick’s Day pinches.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “Too bad it looks as though it backfired and you still ended up being pinched... just not in the normal sense.” She giggled at her playful joke. “So now the question is, what do I do with you now that your the one on the receiving end of being squished? Maybe I just leave you under that glass panel for a bit as a sort of punishment.” She said teasingly. “Or perhaps I can find use for you on this very special holiday.”

Sara could not believe what the events that had just unraveled. She was mere moments away from getting sweet revenge on Chrissy, and now she was plastered to the floor like a human pancake, being mocked by her girlfriend once again. What caught Sara off guard the most though was finding out first hand that her own body was as squishy and malleable as Chrissy’s was. And now that she was compressed down into a tight disk, she understood exactly why Chrissy loved being flattened. The feeling of having all her nerve endings compressed together in a tiny space was almost enough to send her over the edge with an orgasmic eruption of pleasure. And it definitely was tempting to give into the sensations, if only it weren’t for the lingering knowledge that Chrissy was plotting something wicked involving her disk shaped body.

After a bit of effort, Chrissy had flipped the glass panel over off of Sara’s body and was running her hands up and down Sara’s flat face. “Mmm, ilI know exactly how this feels to you. You’re probably on the edge right now begging to be sent over, but that is not what I want right now. I want your mind to stay unscrambled so you can feel and understand everything I’m going to use your body for. Ooh, this is gonna be the best St. Patrick’s Day ever!” She peeled Sara’s body off the ground making a loud ‘Schllpp!’ sound.  “Now, what to do with you first... Something St. Patrick’s Day related...” She was running through all the green things she would normally wear for this holiday when the idea hit her. “Yes! How about one of those big goofy St. Patty’s Day hats people always wear. Now I just need to think of how to get you in the right shape... and of course how to make you green.” Sara cringed at the idea of being turned into a giant dorky hat. Why couldn’t she have moved out of the way quicker.

After hatching her plan, Chrissy threw Sara’s body like a oversized frisbee towards their bed. She darted out of the room in pure excitement, leaving Sara’s disk shaped body face down on the bed. Sara mumbled to herself how embarrassing this felt. As fast as she left, Chrissy was already back into the bedroom holding a bucket in her hands. The bucket was about a foot tall and half a foot wide. Chrissy set the bucket down on the floor of their bedroom upside down, and went back over and snagged Sara’s body off the bed. “Alright Sara, so the only thing I could find to make you into the hat I want is this spare bucket we had in our storage closet. But don’t worry by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be looking amazing!”

Sara saw the tiny bucket below her and was curious how Chrissy planned to use it to make her into a hat. Then suddenly Chrissy took Sara’s body and laid it down over the bucket, Sara’s face was looking straight up at the ceiling while lying perfectly centered over the bottom of the bucket. And with a swift movement, Chrissy grabbed the corners of Sara’s flat body and thrusted her body downwards over the edges of the bucket. Sara was not prepared for the sudden pressure exerted on her body. Her face stayed in place on top of the bucket, but here outer extremities were being stretched further down around the bucket inch by inch. The stretching sent a constant wave of pleasure through Sara’s body that kept her mind from focusing on what was actually happening to her circular form.

Chrissy thought it might take some time to form Sara’s body to the way she wanted it, but to her surprise Sara was very easy to stretch over the bucket, and after a few minutes of pulling and pushing, Chrissy stepped back and looked at her girlfriends new shape. She was giddy with excitement seeing Sara now shaped like one of those goofy St. Patrick’s Day hats. “Oh my god, you are perfect Sara! You look just like those funny hats people wear. Now let’s get that bucket out from under you.” Chrissy flipped Sara over and slid the bucket out from inside her hat shaped body. “Hmm, something’s missing... Oh, duh. You need to be green. I can fix that.” She once again left Sara on the bed as she left the room. When she came back she had the same bucket from before, but this time it was full of green paint. “Time to give you a new look Sara.” She said as she picked up Sara’s hat shaped body and pushed it deep into the bucket of green paint. Sara didn’t get much chance to gather herself after being turned into a hat, as her vision went dark once she was submerged into the paint.

Chrissy swirled Sara’s body around in the bucket to make sure she was completely soaked with the green paint. Once she was satisfied, Chrissy pulled Sara out and was grinning ear to ear from seeing the green hat Sara had become. “Sara, you turned out amazing! To anyone else you look like just another generic St. Patrick’s Day hat.” Chrissy wanted to try on Sara immediately, but she was way to wet, and Chrissy was not a patient person. “Hmphh! I want to wear you so badly, but you’re way too wet.” She thought of ways to dry Sara out faster and she got a brilliant idea. “Ooh, maybe tossing you into the dryer real quick would do the trick.” She said as she carried Sara’s wet green form into the laundry room.

Sara this entire time was racking her brain over the predicament she had gotten herself in. She had just recently gotten used to messing around with Chrissy when she was flattened, but she never thought this would happen to her. She also couldn’t believe the extent that Chrissy had gone to transforming her into a over the top hat.  Sure she turned Chrissy into a sex doll a few times, but this was taking it to another level. Especially adding the paint that Sara could slowly feel seeping into her pores and merging with her body. It was surprisingly relaxing, like being coated by a soothing full body lotion. Sara eventually decided since she couldn’t see anything or do much to stop Chrissy, she was just gonna go with the flow and enjoy how amazing everything felt. That was until she felt herself thrown against a hard surface, and moments later her body was constantly being tossed around and around. She figured out quickly where she was now. She was in the dryer tumbling over and over again, making herself a bit dizzy. On top of the constant spinning, Sara could feel the heat rising within the dryer, and it sent her into a daze. It felt like a warm blanket over her entire body, enveloping her in a comforting sensation. She started dozing off from how incredible being dried felt, and before long she was asleep, unable to notice the paint drying quickly on her body.

Within a few minutes Sara was completely dry, but Chrissy was in the living room watching tv and left her in the dryer, unaware that Sara was ready to be removed. Since Sara was completely dry, the paint on her body started to react to the heat of the dryer differently. The paint on her body began to pull in on itself, but since it was securely latched to Sara’s body she was being compressed in on herself as well. Minute by minute, the hat shaped girl began to shrink, and both her and Chrissy were completely oblivious to what was happening.

As Chrissy’s show was ending she heard the buzzer of the dryer go off, and she immediately jumped from the couch to go and retrieve her reward. As she approached the dryer, she was imagining what Sara would look like freshly dried and ready to wear. “Let’s see how my hat looks...What the?!?” She opened the dryer to see if her girlfriend dried to perfection, but what she ended up seeing was a miniaturized version of the green hat she had put into the dryer originally.
She picked up the tiny hat and held it in the palm of her hands. “Sara I’m so sorry. I thought it would take awhile to dry you so I left you in their for 30 minutes. Dang it, why’d you have to go and buy such a powerful dryer?” She looked over the tiny hat in her hands. It was as if Sara had been turned into a perfect figurine of her previous form, completely rigid and unmoving from the paint and her body being dried for so long. “Even though you’re tiny now, you do still make a cute little St. Patty’s Day hat. Almost like you were made for a dog or cat to wear.”  The hat sat idle in her hands, with Sara being completely asleep from the blissful feeling of being dried. Chrissy was trying to figure out what to do now that her girlfriend was a glorified trinket you would get in a goody bag. Then she thought of interesting new way to still wear Sara, and she was excited to test out her new idea.
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Sara finally was waking up from her incredibly relaxing nap, expecting to still be in the dryer at home. When she finally gathered herself she was hearing a lot of loud music all around her, and felt her body moving and shaking, and every now and then bumping into something that felt rather soft. The more she focused on the music the more she recognized it from the local club Chrissy always dragged her to on St. Patrick’s Day. ‘Alright, so I’m clearly at the club with Chrissy, but I why don’t I feel like I’m being worn? If I could see that would make things a lot better. I just feel like I’m being tossed around relentlessly’ Sara thought to herself as she settled in for the long night ahead of her.  

As the night went on, Chrissy slowly got more drunk, and after a night full of partying and dancing, she stumbled back to their apartment and made her way back into the bedroom. She stopped in there bathroom and looked in the mirror one more time at her new St. Patrick’s Day necklace which was a collection of green plastic clovers and Sara’s green, hat shaped body dangling at the bottom. “Sara, you made such a ‘Hiccup!’ such a cute addition to my shamrock necklace. And now you don’t have to worry about getting pinched since your definitely wearing green.”  She drunkenly giggled at her joke.

Meanwhile Sara was grumbling internally to herself. ‘So that’s why I felt like I was being thrown around all night. I was your necklace. But that would mean... Great that means I was probably left in the dryer too long and shrunk... she better have a plan to fix this...’
Chrissy admired her necklace girlfriend a bit longer and then stretched her arms over her head and yawned. “Imma take a nap, but once I wake up Sara, I will find a way to fix you.” She said as she tried to stumble out of the bathroom, but ended up finding her way into the bathtub, passed out completely.
Sara knew from all the commotion that Chrissy never made it out of the bathroom, and just sighed to herself. ‘I better get used to this form, because I don’t think I’m changing back anytime soon.... I hate St. Patrick’s Day...’