There was a cool pleasant breeze on this Saturday evening. Perfect weather for Chrissy to attempt a sextoy heist to rescue her friends (and one stranger) from being displayed in the ‘Unique Boutique’, a high end adult store in town that partnered with the laundromat that Chrissy used that got her friends in this predicament to begin with.  After spending most of the morning in the store scoping out the place, Chrissy was confident she had a plan that would work. Of course it helps when you snag a set of the store’s keys as well as an ID badge for someone named Angela. She made a mental note to thank Angela afterwards. Now all that was left was to break in and rescue her friends. Easy Peasy Chrissy thought.

As the evening wind down, Chrissy sat in her car watching closely for when the last employee left the store.  Once she saw the last couple of girls lock up the store and leave, Chrissy was ready to begin her mission.  She carefully got out of her car and headed for the back entrance where the girls had just left, making sure to stay out of sight of any security cameras.  Once at the door, she used Angela’s key to get in, and from there, her plan was simple. Find the four relief units and steal them back.

She made her way from the employee lounge in the back of the store down a narrow hallway that led her right into the adult toys section of the store, which was one of the reasons she felt confident about her plan. The fact that the section her friends should be in was right next to the back door was perfect for a quick escape. However, she was surprised when she noticed how many aisles of adult toys the store had. There had to be at least 15 and each had a unique theme of toy.

Without waiting any longer, Chrissy took a deep breath and began her search.  Aisle by aisle, Chrissy creeped through the store, still amazed by the sheer quantity of sex toys the store had.  As she passed an aisle dedicated to bondage items, she noticed a peculiar self operated machine going down the aisle away from her.  It appeared to be a waxing machine that was going down each aisle waxing and buffing the floors. Chrissy assumed it did this every night, and felt that it shouldn’t pose any threat to her mission so she continued on.

As she passed by a few more aisles, she finally stopped and took a step back to the aisle she just passed as she noticed something that stood out. Sure enough, at the end of the aisle was a massive display piece that held all four of Chrissy’s Friends. She quickly but quietly made her way down the aisle to the display and finally got a good luck at the relief units on display.  All four were accounted for and all looked in pristine condition to Chrissy’s relief.  And based on what she saw, they weren’t locked down to the stands they were on, so it should be simple for her to lift them up and carry them away. Chrissy’s plan couldn’t be going any better.

So scanning the four relief units, Chrissy decided to start with the purple one since it seemed easiest to reach first, so she went to lift the relief unit off it’s stand. To her surprise though, the hollow sex toy was much heavier than she remembered it being. Regardless, Chrissy still attempted to lift the relief unit off it’s stand.  Unfortunately for her, once the purple sex toy was dislodged from it’s stand, Chrissy experienced the full weight of the relief unit as it tipped over into her hands and through her off balance.  Trying not to drop the purple relief station, Chrissy stumbled back and forth for a bit, but in the middle of it all she bumped into the display holding the other three relief units and soon their stands were tipping over and the three relief units fell to the floor with a thud, causing an extremely loud noise that triggered the alarms to the store.

Meanwhile, since the display shifted when Chrissy hit it, she went tumbling to the floor with the purple sex toy falling on top of her landing directly on her face and squishing it flat into the tile floor.  Scrambling, Chrissy managed to flip the relief station off her head. In doing so she also discovered why the relief unit seemed heavier than normal, as a stream of thick, cream colored substance oozed out of the mouth hole of the relief station and formed a sticky puddle around Chrissy’s flattened head. One sniff told Chrissy exactly what the sticky substance was, and if her head wasn’t flattened she would be screaming in disgust.  Not that anyone would be able to hear her screams over the loud security alarm going off.

Instead of trying to pry her head off the floor immediately, Chrissy was busy trying to wipe away the increasing amount of cum that was pouring out of her hollow sextoy of a friend onto her, but her efforts were not very successful. All she was managing to do was spread the puddle out around her non flattened body and getting even more disgusted by the second. What she didn’t realize during this whole time was that the waxing robot had made its way down all of the other aisles and was turning the corner to make its way towards Chrissy. As she wiped another large amount of semen from her flat face, she flung her hands down to her sides in rapid succession to flick the white sticky substance off of her hands. However, as she did this, she left her flat head completely vulnerable as the waxing machine had finally reached her laying in the middle of the aisle. With more and more semen pooling on her face, Chrissy was unable to see  when the waxing machine began to run right over her head, slowly flattening her head out even more, while also covering it in a layer of smooth wax.

Feeling the pressure of the machine on her head, Chrissy began to flail her hands and feet trying everything she could to escape, but unfortunately with her head now sealed to the marble floor by a coat of wax, her frantic attempt to escape were hopeless. Slowly, the machine made its way further and further down Chrissy’s body, making sure to flatten her out as thin as her head was.  First her shoulders were flattened rather easily, but then Chrissy internally moaned as the waxing machine struggled with her giant breasts, until with a decisive ‘Plop!’ Her boobs were sucked under and flattened and sealed by wax just like her head.  The machine continued down her body past her torso and over her sensitive vagina, which was throbbing with orgasmic sensations from the constant pressure being applied by the machine. And soon enough the waxing machine finished flattening poor Chrissy as it made its way over her feet, completely sealing her flattened body to the floor under a layer of wax.

Chrissy was in disbelief. Other than the sheer pleasure she experienced while being flattened, she could not believe that she had gotten herself into yet another problematic situation with her weird malleable abilities.  Flattened and sealed to a floor of some adult entertainment store was not what she had planned for the evening. Unable to move and unable to say anything, Chrissy had no clue how she was going to get out of this mess. Her only hope was that security or whoever shows up finds her and helps her out. What Chrissy didn’t realize though, was that due to the puddle of thick semen that had been building up on her face and around her body, she wasn’t as visible as she thought she was.  When the waxing machine passed over her body, it also smeared and sealed the semen that was on her, which inadvertently covered parts of her face and body. The swirly creamy design that the semen had been flattened onto Chrissy in had made her blend in oddly well with the cream colored marble tiles beneath her, making it extremely hard to tell her apart from the normal floor.  The only way to see a difference was if someone looked really hard.  Not to mention the four relief units that had crashed to the floor were still expelling more and more semen onto the floor where Chrissy was sealed. Before long, Chrissy’s vision was completely impaired by the pool of white fluid over her body. And of course to make matters worse, The waxing machine came back down Chrissy’s aisle minutes later to make its usual second pass, sealing another swirly layer of semen on top of Chrissy’s body under yet another layer of wax, making it now almost impossible to recognize Chrissy at all.  All that was visible at this point was just a bit of her eyes and her shocked expression as well as a bit of blue from the top that she was wearing, but both could pass as simple scuff marks on the floor. Chrissy had essentially become part of the store she had been trying to steal from, while her friends were nothing more than display pieces.

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(One week later)

As the lights came back on in the store, Chrissy could tell that it was morning once again, and also time for another day of people walking right over her and not noticing that a human being was stuck as part of the floor they walked on.  Chrissy couldn’t tell how many days had truly passed but she wagered it had to be roughly a week now, and she didn’t feel anymore confident that she was going to be saved.  Initially, on the night that she broke in and got trapped, she had a gleam of hope when she noticed that the two girls she saw leaving the store earlier in the evening had returned, as they were also the on-call employees if any emergencies came up.  However, as they came down the aisle to examine the toppled relief station display, they walked right over where Chrissy was plastered to the floor and didn’t acknowledge her. After the girls fixed the display, they made there way to the back of the store where Chrissy hoped they would review the security cameras and see what had happened to her and find a way to free her of her situation. Sadly, all she could hear the girls talking about through her muffled hearing was how popular the relief station display pieces were with customers. And then shortly after, she heard the vibration of their footsteps fade and then felt the reverberation of the back door slamming shut once again, leaving her alone trapped as part of the store.

Ever since then it’s been the same old routine. During work hours she felt customers walking over her looking for fun adult toys, and during the night she felt as the waxing machine, or Larry as she had come to to name it, would make it’s nightly passes over her section of the floor, covering her in even more fresh layers of wax. Chrissy through all of this was still concerned for her relief unit friends and wanted to help free them from their plastic prisons, realizing that they have been stuck like that way longer than her current predicament.  But with no clear strategy to escape being a floor decal, Chrissy could only hope that somehow, someway, someone would come along and help her out of this mess.