On a bustling, city-sized space station, a slug-like alien woman arrives in line for the Galax Transit. She is in a bit of a hurry, for a slug-girl. She is fairly humanoid, albeit she had yellow skin, antennae, and lacked any arms or legs. Instead of a lower half, her crotch hugged the ground with a long slug tail trailing behind her.

It wasn't long before the slug girl had the end of the ticket line for Galax Transit in sight, an interplanetary public transport shuttle. "Gee, I hope I'm not too late. I wish I had enough to afford to bring my things with me, but temporary storage will have to do. I still wish that bringing any clothes at all wasn't mighty expensive, but I guess they need to save on rocket fuel." Noticing that she wasn't the only passenger in line that was in the buff, she inferred that it was common to not be able to afford to bring clothes, which eased her self-awareness slightly. Up until now, she was trying her best to hide her bare chest, at least, as best at hiding it that an alien with no arms, legs, or clothes could. There was nothing she could do about hiding her clit however, a notable pink protrusion right at the base of where her body made contact with the ground. The slug girl slithered into the back of the line, leaning to look ahead at the front of the line.

"Go on ahead, showers are to the left." An employee at the counter told a customer.

The slug girl breathed a sigh of relief that the ship was still boarding. It took a few minutes for her to make it to the front of the line, and by then, a few more people stood behind her. "Howdy there, um... I would like to um... board the Galax Transit to... uh... Station 12 I think." The slug girl looked at the map on the side of the ship's hull. "No, sorry, Station 13! It's Station 13."

The ticket seller began typing on their computer. "Alright, the trip will take around three weeks to complete, will you be paying in cash or would you like to pay from an account?"

"Y-yes... I mean... Yes I can pay with my account."

"Alright, please present your card or account number."

"Of course, it's right h... Oh no! I left it with my belongings in storage!"

"Not a problem ma'am, just provide your account number and we'll handle the rest."

"Um... I'm sorry, I just opened my account... I haven't memorized the number yet. Could you make sure they don't leave within the next... let's see... 20 minutes, so I can grab my card from storage?"

"Sorry Ma'am, we're on a tight schedule. There is another flight tomorrow morning though."

"I don't have time... ugh... what do I do?"

The slug girl heard a voice from right behind her. "Excuse me, but are you having trouble boarding?"

She looked behind to see a tall, green-skinned woman with blue hair clad in flashy clothes in line just behind her. "I... guess so..."

"Perhaps I can help?" The fancy green lady asked, leaning down as the slug girl wasn't even half her height, even without the heels. "I can pay for your entry fee, no need to reimburse."

"R-really? Are you sure? I mean, is there a catch?"

"Oh dearie, my only demand is to have a roommate to fly with, I get dreadfully lonely on these long trips, and it helps to have some company."

"O-oh... Sure. Yes, thank you! Thank you kindly, ma'am!"

The fancy woman hands the employee exact change. The employee types into their computer. "Alright, you're good to go. Showers are to the left."

"Thanks dearie." The fancy woman waved at the employee, then motioned the slug girl to follow her.

The two women entered a large locker-room-like building. The slug girl paused. "Why are there showers leading to the ship?"

"Oh dearie, are you new to this?" The fancy woman said as she took flashy her jacket off.

"A... bit. Maybe, yes."

"Oh well rocket fuel is expensive, so they need to reduce how many particles are on the ship at all times. Dirt that gets left on the ship doesn't leave with the customers that brought it. If anything got stuck in the vents, it would be there forever, which adds up fuel usage over time. One stray gram of dirt left for a thousand trips costs the same as one kilogram for just one trip." She placed her high-heels in a suitcase.

"I think I get it... so um... forgive me for asking, but why do you kindly bring that much luggage then?"

"Because I can afford to." The fancy woman began to completely undress.

The slug girl blushed and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry, ma'am... I wasn't meaning to see!"

"Oh please, I've been on these flights probably a hundred times before. Privacy's no concern, besides, it's not like you're doing any better off." She places all her belongings in the case and sets it on top of a locker. "Come with, that shower's open. It helps to be thorough, so let's help each other."

"R-right." The slug girl followed the green lady into a shower module in the locker-room.

The green skinned woman closed the shower curtain behind the slug girl. "So, what's someone like you in such a hurry for? I can tell you're from the boonies from your accent."

"O-oh... it's a little embarrassing... I borrowed some money to help pay some bills for the farm, but they jacked up the interest rate right after I borrowed the money. I didn't know they were loan sharks, now they're threatening me something fierce if I don't pay back, so I sold most of my assets and now I'm on the run... Oh right, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. Call me Rita."

"Lorelai." The fancy green lady responded, readying a handshake before realizing Rita's species doesn't have hands. "A pity what you had to go through dearie. I've always heard this is a more lawless part of the galaxy, but I never thought I'd get the chance for a meeting with someone who's seen it firsthand."

"...And what about you, miss Lorelai? Mind if I ask your story?"

"Not at all, dearie. I inherited my father's business a few years ago, but the fun soon wore off, so I named and heir and retired. Now I'm enjoying the rest of my life vacationing across the galaxy. I'm actually in the frequent flyer's program for Galax Transit now, though sometimes, the ride is more fun than the vacation."

"Is it really all that?"

"Oh you have no idea. Now let's hurry and get cleaned so that we can board." Lorelai began scrubbing her arms with soap. "Oh forgive me for asking but how do you... ahem, function... without arms?"

"I... don't see how that should affect anything. I mean I see the benefit, but we get along just fine. They're what... grippers? We can grip things just fine with our body, antennae, mouths, and... um... breasts." Rita blushed.

"You grip things with your breasts? Like between your cleavage or do they cave in and grip onto things individually?"

"Maybe I should've just said that any surface can... as you said, cave in and grip onto things individually. Um... watch." Rita slithered to the side of the shower and pressed her stomach up against a bottle of shampoo, the bottle indented into her skin, and she brought it around to Lorelai. "Like this."

Lorelai grabbed the bottle and pulled it off Rita's stomach, noticing the bottle-shaped crater that slowly disappeared on the slug-girl's flesh. Lorelai noticed the bottle was covered in slime. "Ah... yes... of course... you'll certainly be a... unique roommate. Shouldn't you clean that... slime off yourself?"

"Oh um... well it's just mucus. Sorry, I forget other species don't have mucus."

"No we have snot. Most species do."

"Oh well... I don't mean snot... it's... wait you mean most species... never mind, I'll have to research after the trip. I mean it's not like snot... Wait you mean you do have mucus, but only in your nose?"

"Yes. Let's spare the culture-shock for now. Why can't you clean it off?"

Rita looked shocked. "B-because I need it to survive! Sorry for yelling ma'am. Because I need it to survive. It keeps the germs out, and keeps me hydrated... so if anything, I'm cleaner for having it rather than not having it. Of course it collects dirt too but I can move all the dirt to one spot and just leave that spot behind."

"Alright, alright. I guess that will have to work. It's not like I can't afford paying for a little extra weight anyways." By now, Lorelai had finished washing herself. "I read the tickets, just head through the airlock and take a left." She stepped out of the shower and dried off. "I'll see you there once I store my stuff on the ship and once you... drop off that dirt of yours. Don't take too long. The airlock closes in five minutes."

"Y-yes ma'am. I'll be there."

Lorelai takes her suitcase and walks out of the locker-room and into the shuttle. She follows a series of signs leading her to a room with a few boxes in it. She hands her suitcase to a steward. "Here's what I'm bringing with me. The billing credentials are with the tag. Don't worry about the accuracy of the numbers, consider it a tip... or to reimburse for if my roommate proves difficult to clean up after."

The steward placed her bag with the rest of the boxes and firmly strapped it down. "Understood, ma'am. Please proceed to processing. We'll be leaving soon."

Lorelai walks through the shuttle and enters a room with a large metal platform in the middle. A human stewardess greets her. "Good day, are you ready for processing?"

Lorelai looked around the room to see if Rita had made it. "Not yet, I have a roommate, and I never go in before my roommates. She should be on her way now."

"Very well, but please note that due to the current schedule, if she does not show up within the next three minutes, you will have to be processed here and now."

"Of course. It wouldn't be the first time."

After about a minute and a half, Rita enters the room. "Sorry I'm late, y'all're much faster than me."

The stewardess pulled out a small tablet and pressed a few buttons. "Not a problem. Can you confirm the information on the screen including your species, gender, height, and weight?"

Rita blushed. "H-how did you find that one out?"

"The ship measures changes in its own weight upon entry. This wasn't a personal question, it's just what we have to do to ensure we aren't overcharging our customers."

"Oh... o-of course. Then yes.. This information is correct."

"Alright then. Please lay down on the platform in the middle of the room." The stewardess instructed.

"O-oh... alright..." Rita slithered onto a 10 foot square in the middle of the room and rolled over, revealing that her entire underside, all the way from her crotch to the back of her tail, was her entire (roughly-surfboard-sized) womanhood. "L-like this?" She blushed, having just fully exposed and spread the pink walls of her privates for a stranger to see for the first time in her life.

The stewardess paid no mind. "Perfect ma'am, now please remain completely still." She began putting metal railings on the side of the platform.

A plexiglass panel lowered from the ceiling. Rita looked up, shocked. "Um... is that supposed to be going down?"

"Yes ma'am, it is. Now please, remain still."

Rita's eyes opened wide as the plexiglass panel came closer and closer. Too unsure to question again, she stood still, and simply opened her mouth, ready to scream if need be. Surprisingly, the panel pushed down on her painlessly, and began to squish her. Her already boneless body gave way easily, but she never expected to be flattened so far. Her thickest features bulged out. Her tail widened, turning the surfboard shape almost circular. Her hips grew wider, and her lips became more plump, but her breasts spread out the most, going from about a foot between each nipple to easily four feet between them. Her nipples didn't fair any better either, with her pink areolas spread out to about one and a half feet in diameter each. Rita was absolutely disoriented and unsure what to do, now pressed to less than half an inch thick, all she could do was whimper.

The steward inspected the press, and made sure that Rita was physically unharmed. She couldn't really tell Rita's expression under her expanded lips that were now covering the bottom half of her eyes. "Are you doing alright in there? Can you confirm that you felt no pain or discomfort?"

Rita was dazed, but after thinking about her current situation managed to slip out an "Mhm."

Just then, a beeping sound could be heard from the steward's badge. "Excuse me for one sec." She pressed a button on her badge. "Yes? What is it this time? ...Another broken press? Oh, just stuck? Well if we can't fix it soon, you may just have to eject the press with her when we reach her destination. Yes, I'll be right there." She excused herself and left the room, leaving Lorelai unattended with Rita.

"So..." Lorelai stepped closer to the press. "What do you think of your first flattening?"

"Hmm?" Rita tried to form words but could only hum syllables.

Lorelai sat down on the plexiglass panel, giving Rita a front-row view of her bare backside. "I never get tired of watching first-timers get flattened with no idea of what they're getting into." She rolled over and lay flat on her stomach, looking Rita in the eyes. "It's hard to tell with your lips so spread out, but I personally think your expression is priceless. Oh I wish I didn't just send my camera to the ship's storage just now. Oh well." Lorelai stood up on the platform and walked towards the side of the panel, one of her steps landing on the glass just above Rita's face, which caused Rita to try to flinch, but couldn't due to the pressure of the plexiglass. Rita stared up at the long green foot, an entirely alien appendage to a slug-girl like her, before Lorelai stepped off the platform, leaving Rita with a longing curiosity.

The stewardess walked back into the room. "Alright, ma'am, I'm going to retract the press. Let me know when you're ready."

Rita tried to look towards the source of the voice, but couldn't even turn her eyes. "Mmm...Mhm?"

"Alright, resetting the press now."

The plexiglass panel began to rise off the platform. Rita felt a bit of resistance at first, then a short pop as her eyes unstuck from the panel. She was already too dazed to notice that much of her body was still stuck to the plexiglass panel, stretching out between the panel and the platform like gum on a shoe. Once she heard the panel reach the ceiling, she began to try to regain her bearings. She noticed that among the mucus that hung from the plexiglass ceiling, there was a long strand of yellow under her eyes going up and sticking up there with a blob of pink at the end. It didn't take her long to realize that what she was looking at was her mouth that had been stretched, and now she was basically kissing the ceiling. "Hmm!?"

"Don't worry ma'am, it's normal for your species to stick to the plexiglass panel. I just need to carefully remove the stretched portion from the plexiglass. Please be patient." The steward grabbed a spatula from a nearby drawer and began peeling Rita's lips from the ceiling. Her lips came off with a pop, and fell down to her face, coiling like an accordion. Only afterwards did either of them realize that her tongue was sticking to the ceiling as well. "Sorry ma'am, I said not to move during the process, but your mouth must've been open. We get a few tongue-stickers from when that happens, so don't worry, it's not uncommon. I've probably pried off over a thousand tongues from the ceiling of this very press throughout my career, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." The steward peeled Rita's tongue from the ceiling with ease.

Rita felt her tongue drop and roll all the way down her body, reaching her pink underside and landing with a bit of a whiplash between her labia minora. "Mngh..." Rita flinched. When she regained her composure, she saw that the steward had much more work to do. Both of Rita's nipples, as well as her clit, and most of her labia minora still stuck to the ceiling. She was surprised that her tongue managed to not only slip between the pink walls, but also completely avoid her overstretched clit.

The steward pried Rita's nipples off the ceiling, then moved from the head-end to the foot-end of the platform to unstick Rita's labia minora. Rita winced as the steward firmly, yet carefully slid the spatula between the thin space, eventually causing both walls to fall like a two pink blankets off to either side, far enough to drape off the sides of platform and touch the floor. The steward was unable to lean over the platform to reach the final stuck part, Rita's most sensitive part. "Excuse me ma'am, I hope you don't mind." She stepped onto the platform, and barefooted, walked across Rita's pink orifice.

Rita had never felt another person's skin make contact with her inner walls, let alone step with full force in them. Couple all that with the fact that since she didn't have legs, feet were entirely alien to her. She had always wondered what it would be like to be bipedal like most other sentient life in the galaxy, and now the firsthand contact with that alien appendage in such a sensitive place was more than exhilarating. She felt each step, trying to understand how someone could balance while walking. Each step along the way was accompanied by not only a slimy squish, but also Rita's muffled vocalizations. "Mhh...! Mh...! Ngh...! Mmm...! Hmm... Mmm..."

The steward stood near the top of the orifice and began peeling the outstretched pink bulb off the ceiling. "Sorry ma'am, this is stuck worse than I thought."

Rita felt the steward gradually use more and more force, the steward curling her toes into the pink flesh to get a better grip. What was quite routine for the steward was all very exciting for Rita. Rita couldn't help but blush and fantasize. Her tongue rhythmically swayed from side to side, which to the Stewardess' dismay, was tickling her feet. She had to step on Rita's tongue to pin it down so that Rita would stop distracting her, which only excited Rita even more.

"Finally." The steward wiped the sweat from her brow as Rita's clit finally unstuck from the ceiling. She dropped the elongated sensitive bit, the whiplash sending a final wave of excitement, along with some arousal, through Rita, and began to walk back the same way she came. She stepped off the platform, paying no mind to the trail of slime she was tracking across the floor. She had run out of cares to give at this point.

Rita simply let out a satisfied vocal sigh. The steward made her way back to the head of the platform and peeled Rita's head up to give her a view of her whole body. Rita saw the mess of slimy flesh that lay before her. Her nipples were strewn at random, her tongue went all the way down, her labia minora was spread like two six-foot-wide pink blankets, her clit was coiled like a spring, and footprints were scattered all around the pink orifice. It was all too surreal to Rita. This was her actual body. Not an illusion.

The steward cleared her throat. "Ma'am. Ma'am? I said do you have any feedback or storage preferences?"

"Hmm?" Rita snapped back to reality. Rita didn't know enough about this to have a preference. "Mmm... Unh-uh."

"Very well, we'll just do the basic folding, plus horizontal folding due to spread and stretched portions." The steward straightened Rita's clit downwards and her tongue upwards, and began to fold Rita's pink blankets inward, containing her stretched bulb within the flesh. She then folded her entire tail back a few times, resting it on Rita's chest. She then folded Rita's chest multiple times inwards until her entire body was now less than two feet wide. Lastly, she picked Rita up by the neck, folding her head back and setting her face-up so that she could see the ceiling, but her breasts touched the platform. She laid Rita's tongue haphazardly on top of her face. "Alright ma'am, due to your small stature, you appear to be thin enough to skip the compacting phase entirely." The steward picked Rita up and gently set her on a thin, two-foot by three-foot metal tray, making sure she rest evenly and did not bulge over the sides. "Alright, and now for your roommate." She turned towards Lorelai. "Can you confirm-"

"Yes-yes." Lorelai interrupted. "It's all correct. This isn't my first flight. Unlike my roommate, I will be taking the manual process. I've already paid in advance."

"Alright ma'am, please lay on the platform in the middle of the room." The stewardess grabbed a rolling pin from a compartment near a control panel.

Lorelai lay down on the platform that was still covered in a thin layer of mucus. She tried her best to ignore it. "Ready when you are."

"Any preferences?"

A drip of slime fell from the ceiling and landed on Lorelai's face. She wiped it off and let out a disgusted sigh. "Just start at the feet and I'll inspect."

The stewardess began to roll the pin over the green toes, and worked upwards. She flattened Lorelai's legs to under a centimeter before reaching the crotch. Lorelai braced herself, then let out a long, relaxed sigh as the pin rolled over her nether region. The stewardess rolled her eyes.

Lorelai raised her hand. "Excuse me, I would like to inspect now."

"Very well."

Lorelai sat upright and looked at her flattened legs and hips. She was barely able to even twitch them, so she used her hands to bring a leg towards herself. She brought a foot closer and inspected it. She analyzed its thickness and gave it a few wiggles, presumably to test its floppiness. "This is acceptable. I just hope that the flight doesn't get cancelled right now. I once had to spend and entire week with a flattened lower half until they could get the transit line running again. Not that I didn't have a little fun in the meantime. Most things feel so much bigger when you're flattened, if you know what I mean... Anyways, you may continue." She lay back down on the platform.

The stewardess continued to roll Lorelai flat, working all the way to her head. Soon, Lorelai was no more than a poster version of her former self, though with an expression that showed that she was enjoying the whole process a little too much. The steward put the rolling pin away. "And how would you like to be folded?"

Lorelai, with a bit more practice talking while flat than Rita did, managed to slip out moderately intelligible, if slightly muffled words. "Oh, just put my face up and my feet down. Anything else is up to you, dearie."

"Can do." The stewardess began to fold Lorelai as instructed so that Lorelai now fit on the same size metal tray that Rita now rests on, who was watching the whole situation in a combination of astonishment and slight jealousy at not getting the fancy, manual treatment. The stewardess held Lorelai up and inspected both sides. One side had her face, the other had her soles and nether orifices. The stewardess brought Lorelai over from the platform to a mangle that protruded from a wall. "Since you will be sharing slots, and your current thickness is greater than your roommate's, you will have a considerable amount of passes through the compacting phase."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The stewardess ran Lorelai through the mangle a few times, each time decreasing the distance between the rollers to compress her thinner and thinner. The width of the rollers was the same as the metal tray so that passengers won't get too wide. Once Lorelai was back to less than a centimeter, the stewardess brought a flattened Lorelai to the metal tray, hovering just over Rita's face. Rita stares up at Lorelai's flat soles and privates. It takes Rita a moment to realize what that means her entire trip will be like, but not before everything goes dark for her as Lorelai is firmly planted on top of her face.

Lorelai loosens up and relaxes. 'Ah, now this is nice. I never knew that her species' body heat was so intense... it's like a personal sauna. It certainly beats the cold metal tray, but she's so warm, I don't think I could reasonably use any other species as a foot warmer from now on. I feel like I'm going to sweat bullets... but that's her problem. That slime... er... mucus isn't as unpleasant as I thought it'd be though. It feels kinda good between my toes.'

Rita is ecstatic, not only did she manage to get a free ride, but she's now having a firsthand contact with two alien feet to her face. It's overwhelming. Her mind races as she can feel every wrinkle and pore of Lorelai's soles across her long, sensitive tongue. She feels that she's unlearning and relearning a new concept. Within a few seconds she already has multiple theories about where the center of balance is, average surface area in contact with the ground per-step, and what purpose toes serve. The stewardess slides them into a slot in the wall and closes the door.

An overhead announcement sounds throughout the shuttle. "Attention crew and passengers, the airlocks are now closed and Galax Transit shuttle 351 will be leaving its station soon. Please make your way to the nearest pressing room if you have not done so."

After placing Lorelai and Rita in the slot, the stewardess makes her way back to the pressing room. She presses a few buttons on a nearby control panel, and lays down on the square platform. The plexiglass panel lowers from the ceiling, the settings automated to her preference, as she is an employee in the ship's system. The panel pressed her flat, then lifted back up. She seemed to have quite a lot of practice folding her flattened body up on her own. Since she was never fond of sharing a slot, and even less fond of letting her feet touch the cold metal plates, she rested her soles on her own face to keep them warm. Unable to see, she relied on muscle memory to make her way to an empty slot, and stored herself inside.

Meanwhile, Rita is trying to figure out ways to pass the time. 'There must be something to do in here, right? I mean... what did she say... two or three weeks? Hmm... I'm still not used to my body flattened, stretched, and contorted... but I guess that will pass. I wonder how Lorelai's doing. I can feel her. That's weird... feet are a lot more wrinkly than I thought they would be. I think... I think I can feel each and every wrinkle... I guess counting the wrinkles could help pass the time. Is that rude? I don't know. It's not like she'll know either way... unless she's telepathic... but then again she wouldn't have bothered with introductions if she was... if telepathy is even real to begin with. Eh, either way, if it helps pass the time. Let's see... left foot; one, two, three, four, five, six...'

Minutes turn to hours.

'...one hundred fifty six, and... one hundred fifty seven on her right foot alone, and one hundred forty three wrinkles just on the left... Maybe? Give or take three or four? I'm still not so sure. That was my thirty seventh go round with both of them, I could go for thirty eight tries... but it feels like she's getting more wrinkles with every go round. It also feels wetter... I think she's sweating. Gah, I really shouldn't have kept my mouth open when I got flattened. It's all over my tongue. I'll just be glad her species isn't known for their body odor. Things could be way worse. Yep, gotta stay positive.'

Hours turn to days.

'Okay I wasn't sure before, but I'm pretty sure she's been growing hair throughout this trip. Why does she have hair on her crotch? Is that normal for other species to have? Did she shave it just before arriving at the station? If so, why? Wait... Is she a natural blue? I guess I'll find that one out when they peel her off of me... Gosh she's so sweaty. It feels like the sweat's already seeped into all of my crevices. I can feel it between every layer they folded me into. Golly, it's in my mouth too. Blech... I can feel it slipping down my throat and windpipe. I need to take my mind off of it. Hmm... Now that I think about it, I could count those hair strands she's been growing. That'll pass the time.'

Days turn to weeks.

'Is all this sweat just from her feet? My goodness. I wish I knew they sweat this much. I can feel it inside my pores... my intestines too... and my lungs, which makes me wonder how I haven't suffocated in all this time. Is it in my bloodstream too? Either way I'm pretty sure the sweat has permeated into my entire body. Good golly, my cells seem to be absorbing it like a sponge. I'm probably made of more than 50% sweat by now. Being half liquid would explain why I feel so soft and squishy now. Although, I do like the jiggly feeling I get from... what I assume is the ship encountering turbulence. I'm like a little Jell-O lady. I wonder how hard it's going to be to stand up straight when they turn me back to normal now that I'm half liquid. It might be easier if I had bones in the first place like other species do. Worrying about it's not going to change anything though. Heh... I guess I had feet on the brain when I went in, and now I'll literally have their sweat in my brain when I get out... and everywhere else. I wonder how long it's going to take for my cells to return to normal...'

After two and a half weeks, Rita felt the ship slow down, then heard a faint clattering sound, before feeling herself lifted up. A stewardess had opened their slot and pulled them out. The stewardess grabs Lorelai and slowly peels her off of Rita's face. "Mrs. Lorelai, we've arrived at your stop." The space between Lorelai and Rita was filled with slime and sweat, strung and stretched between the two flattened women even as Lorelai was pulled away from Rita. The stewardess was more concerned with wiping the slime off of the green-skinned VIP that she failed to notice that Rita was slipping off the metal tray.

Rita, now seeing light for the first time in weeks, albeit through a viscous layer of liquid, desperately tried to get a gauge of her surroundings, before realizing she fell off the tray and landed with a sloshy splat. She looked up at the stewardess, holding a flattened Lorelai. 'So she is a natural blue...' She also noticed that Lorelai's soles, due to being soaked for weeks, were now so wrinkly that they looked like drooping, wadded-up rags. 'Wow... so they were getting more wrinkly... wait a second... I'm on the floor. That's okay though, the steward will just pick me up and put me back on the tray, and I'll be back on my way...'

Rita failed to notice that the stewardess was wearing headphones, and didn't hear her hit the ground. The stewardess slid an empty tray into Rita's slot before carrying Lorelai through the hallway and through a door. Rita tried to speak to get the steward's attention, but was so softened from being half liquid that she couldn't even exhale the sweat from her lungs.

When the stewardess brought Lorelai back to the pressing room, she unfolded her and lay her on the platform in the center. "You requested manual inflation on your bill, where would you like us to administer?"

Lorelai, still waking up, was able to faintly mutter a response. "I'm on this trip to have fun. Put it down there so I can enjoy this."

'She's one of those types...' The stewardess thought to herself before inserting a hose into Lorelai's vagina. The other end of the hose was connected to a hand pump that the stewardess used to gradually inflate the green client.

Lorelai felt her inner walls give way to the inflating. She felt the air press out on her cervix, soon forcing her uterus to overinflate as well, before makings its way down her fallopian tubes. As her body began to regain its shape, her organs gave way to the inflating orifice. Her fallopian tubes took up residence in her arms, and her uterus stretched all the way to the top of her skull. Her vaginal cavity filled up her legs. Lorelai moaned through the whole process.

"Alright ma'am, you're free to go, just remember to-"

Lorelai interrupted. "I would like to make one small request first. This is fun and all, but I would like to take it further. My payment is still valid, I assume?"

The stewardess let out a sigh. "Very well, it's not my place to judge." She continued to pump Lorelai full of air, causing her to make an audible stretching sound as her chest and buttocks gradually doubled in size. She grew much taller as well and her lips were now very plump. The stewardess stopped when she noticed Lorelai was becoming more transparent. "Alright, this is about how far I can go before you pop. Enjoy the rest of your day." She removed the hose from Lorelai, which let out a bit of air until the orifice shut itself. "Just remember to keep that hole closed as your insides will gradually fill themselves back... also please avoid sharp objects while you're at it."

"If you're worried I'll sue for over-inflation, don't. I've been popped more times than I can count. If you can afford someone to put you back together, I assure you the experience is worth it from time to time."

"Ma'am, I work minimum wage."

"Oh dearie, you need to try it. The tip I left should cover it."

"Fine, fine, whatever."

Lorelai began walking to the storage room to grab her belongings. Her body squeaked like a balloon with every movement, though she was more focused on the sensual sensation of having her privates run throughout her entire body. Once she grabbed her suitcase, she walked into the station's locker room and tried to put her clothes back on. Her feet were too inflated to fit in her shoes, her bottom was too large for her pants, and she couldn't even get the zipper on her jacket to connect with the her chest in the way. "I guess I'll be needing new clothes from now on." She undressed and put her clothes back in her bag. "That was a lovely ride. It was like two weeks in my own personal sauna. I'm already naked and giddy, I might as well enjoy this." She reached down with one hand to her crotch and the other to her backside.  She felt around the back opening, noticing that her donut was also overinflated. "Ooh, that's nice." She stuck her fist in the opening, but was disappointed that the orifice lacked any depth anymore since the only opening with any space in it was the one that was used to fill her body. She let out a sigh. "I guess I'll have to make do."

She moved both hands in front and began massaging her labia majora. Her fingers squeaking across it like a full balloon. She let out a chuckle before inviting her fingers inside. Soon she found space for more, and in her enjoyment, forgot to keep the orifice closed. Air was quickly let out as she flew across the room randomly, rocketing out the door and back onto the walkway towards the shuttle, landing just outside the women's locker room exit. 'Great... I'm still so close to finishing but now I can't even move. I must have overstretched from the inflation and now I'm too thin to have any muscle control. Back to being flat, I guess. Oh well, at least someone will see me here and re-inflate me. Geez, this... verge of climax or whatever, isn't going away. I guess I'll just ride that high for the time being. I hope that slug is doing better than I am now...'

Back in the ship, Rita continued to wait for a steward to put her back in her slot. She waited for a few minutes, but her hopes dwindled as she heard the overhead announcement of the ship ready to take off. 'Oh no... Wait, no they'll see me whenever the next person is taken out or put in. Maybe they'll see me when they need me to get off at my destination? Phew... Plus I've got a good view out the window. I can see the stars pass by.'

The ship quickly accelerated, the sudden inertial change causing Rita to glide across the floor on slippery slime and sweat as she slid into a nearby air vent, out of sight. She flopped around in the vent, gradually unfolding as the air pushed her throughout the ship's ventilation system until an intake stuck her in place. 'They'll have to notice me eventually... right?'

After a few days, the overhead announcement stated that they had made it to Rita's stop, and the sound of her empty compartment being automatically ejected could be heard. 'So... So that's it then... I'm stuck like this forever... Could be worse though... I got a vent cover that let's me see the break room and all the... ahem, "shenanigans" that the employees are getting into, another vent cover to the side so I can see customers get flattened, both views with windows. I think my stretched out clit got sucked into an intake so now it's probably running through the entire length of the ship. Glad they turn on the AC when someone's getting flattened so it stimulates my... dang it I've developed a fetish haven't I? Maybe I should be glad no one can find me... wait no actually... I should be glad no one can fine me! This situation is perfect! If I'm hidden forever, there's no way the loan sharks can get to me! Oh this situation just went from bad to amazing! I've got shelter, I don't seem to need to breathe or eat. I've got a view of movies in the break room, and the beautiful stars. This jiggly half-liquid feeling is amazing too. I can get used to this. I'm going to live the rest of my life flattened and partially made of sweat, and I am completely fine with that. I wish I could thank Miss Lorelai for all this... speaking of... er... thinking of, I wonder how she's doing now.'

Lorelai still lays on the ground, flattened. Days into her verge of climax yet still unable to finish. She had fallen asleep a few times, but was woken up by the sound of a shuttle arriving. 'Finally, someone will notice me and get me off of this stupid tile floor. It probably has a stupid pattern too, if I could see it.' She heard footsteps approach. 'Yes, yes! Just look down, all you have to do is look down... and o-oh, and of course, re-inflate me... or get someone to do it at least?'

A woman exited the locker room and stopped to look at the tall, green, busty, flat woman on the floor. There was text on the floor just above her head. 'Remember to store all belongings, even clothes.'

"Oh, of course. Right." The woman turned around and walked back into the locker.

'Finally... She's getting some help.' Lorelai thought. After a few minutes, the woman returned, naked, and walked right past Lorelai. 'W-wait, no! I'm still here! Gosh I wish I could still talk!' Another woman walks out of the locker room and steps directly on Lorelai's face. That step advanced her arousal much further than she'd ever been. She desperately tried to moan, but there was no air to exhale to allow her to vocalize in the first place. 'W-what?' She tried to regain her bearings. 'N-no I need to-' Another woman walked on top of her, taking multiple steps across her entire body. Each step amplified Lorelai's arousal even further. Lorelai was trying to gasp with everything she had, but didn't even have the muscular control to do so much as close her eyes, although her vision did seem to fade as a response to the overwhelming mental stimuli. She struggled to keep her thoughts coherent. 'Wh-ngh... I... the... flat... need to...' She was desperately trying to catch her breath even harder than ever, but to no avail. All she could think about was how she is still on the verge, despite by all accounts should've finished days ago. Her arousal was far beyond her limit.

As the hours passed, more and more passengers exited the women's locker room and stepped barefoot all over Lorelai. She couldn't even form coherent thoughts anymore, and by the end of 24 hours, she had forgotten that the reason she was getting aroused from being stepped on was that her genitalia was stretched throughout her whole body. She begrudgingly accepted this as her new life from now on, but less than 24 hours later, she gladly accepted it.

About a week into her new life as a floor mat was the last time she recalled any memories from before. All her thoughts were in the here-and-now. Two weeks in, and she lost the ability to write both long-term and short-term memories, eventually slipping into pure subconscious being, riding an indefinite bliss that only grew with every second. Her mind had no more space for memories. No more space for "Lorelai," and so overwrote them. Every brain cell was purely devoted to that very microsecond, then the next, then the next. Never having any knowledge, or even hint that there ever was anything before this microsecond, or that there is to come. Time was non-existent. There were no senses. Only every moment, individual from each other. It was as if a new consciousness began and ended a billion times every second, and yet a trillion times more. Lorelai never died, but she ceased being "Lorelai." It was just an image on the ground experiencing more sexual arousal than mortally possible.

Years passed, and then decades, then centuries, then millennia. The being previously known as 'Lorelai' was spread so thin from being stepped on that it became invisible. But it's still there. Still enjoying its retirement more than anyone... more than even itself could ever possibly comprehend.