A2 sat peacefully on her new favorite resting place.

    "You know, I thought you were a pretty terrible cushion at first, but after folding you up a few times it turns out you're pretty damn good," A2 said smugly.

    She heard a muffled whimper from underneath her and shifted her weight in response.  A2 had been thoroughly enjoying 2B's company since finding her crushed body a while back, even though 2B in her current state wasn't much good for conversation.  Leaning back against the tree she was sitting under, A2 let out a contented sigh.  This area of the forest tended to be pretty peaceful.

    Then, across a clearing in the forest, a machine hopped out from behind a tree.  In a louder than usual voice, it yelled, "WOW, IT SURE IS GOOD TO BE A MACHINE IN THE FOREST WHO IS NOT DEAD.  BEING ALIVE IS FUN."  It seemed to glance at A2 out of the corner of its eye.

    A2 thought about getting up to deal with it, but just shrugged instead.

    The machine spoke up again, "LA LA LA, HERE I AM, AN ALIVE MACHINE.  BOY, DO I HATE ANDROIDS.  IF LEFT UNSTOPPED, I WILL SURELY HARM ONE."  It looked at A2 again.

    A2 squinted, confused.

    "JUST COME OVER HERE AND KILL ME, ASSHOLE."

    "...You asked for it."

    A2 ran off toward the belligerent machine, leaving 2B behind.  Within a couple of seconds, 2B's vision went from an up close view of A2's ass to a much more welcoming view of her companion 9S's face.  2B involuntarily squeaked with joy. 

    "Oh good, it worked!  Sorry 2B, but I gotta be quick!"  9S quickly bundled up his flat partner and dashed off as fast as possible, not bothering to watch the battle between the machine he hacked as a distraction and the rogue android.  9S finally stopped running after he was sure that there was no way that A2 was still following him.

    "Wow, that was a close one!  I'm glad to see you're alright 2B... Er, relatively alright," 9S said as he uncrumpled his android compatriot whom he had hastily wadded up in his escape.

    2B sighed in relief and happiness.  Not only was it great to be out of the clutches of the domineering A2 but also it was great to see 9S's smiling face again.

    9S looked 2B up and down, unintentionally lingering on the curves of her body.  Apparently A2 hadn't taken a liking to 2B's skirt because it was removed from the chest down.  9S had spent a lot of time staring at 2B's hips (because he ran behind her a lot) and they were definitely wider than usual.  It was evident from the fact that her normally revealing leotard had turned into a very, very revealing leotard.  It was more like a thin string of fabric in certain areas...

    "Heh, well, I guess your body mass had to be displaced somewhere," 9S said cautiously, trying to defuse the situation.  He then blushed, realizing that he just revealed how he was just thinking about the shape of 2B's body.  2B responded by blushing herself.  9S's gaze went to her face.

    2B's face had been receiving the brunt of A2's abuse for the past month, causing her facial features to spread out.  Mainly, this made her lips look enticingly plump from the front, as they had been pressed outwards by frequent contact with A2's rear.  Her nose also spread out proportionally, though it wasn't as easy to spot since her nose had partially blended in with the rest of her face.  Though her visor still covered her eyes, 9S could readily picture them frozen wide with a surprised look that would have matched the rest of her face.

    9S caught himself staring at her again.  Why is staring at her like this making my heart rate go through the roof?

    "Mmmph mmph Mmm-mmph," was 2B's attempt to say, "Thank you, 9S."  She felt incredibly appreciative to have such a dedicated companion, so much so that she worked up the courage to try and thank him with the embarrassing sounds she made when trying to speak.

    "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to stare!" 9S looked away, misinterpreting her remarks.  2B would have cracked a smile if her mouth could move.

    "A-Anyway, we should really get you back to the Bunker, because I really have no idea how to fix you like this," 9S said, slowly peeking back at 2B.

    But wait, thought 2B, won't you have to physically send my body up there?  Why do that when you can just put my memories into a new, not flat body?  2B then tried to explain her logic, but it came out as, "Mmmph, mmph mmm  mmph mmmph," and other such phrases.

    "Look, I know it sounds kinda scary, but I've already found a rocket that's bringing some supplies to the bunker that you can ride up.  Think of it as... riding a moose... only it's... made of metal... and in space," 9S began to roll 2B up into a tube for easier transport as her awkwardly tried to explain.

    2B interjected with, "Mmm!  Mmmph mm mmmph mm!"  However, her rather rational solutions to the problem were too hard to hear to be of any use.

    "I'm really sorry 2B, but this is how it has to be.  The Commander even told me that this was the best way to get you repaired.  I hope this isn't too uncomfortable for you..."  9S tried to reassure the rolled up 2B, but he didn't sound very sure himself.  2B once again felt the overwhelming wave of sensations wash over her body as she felt the layers of her rolled up body brush against each other.  

    9S looked at 2B for a moment, then visibly stifled a laugh.  2B, despite the sensation of being rolled up, was curious as to why, so she inquisitively squeaked.

    "Oh, uh, it's just... You know how they call me Nines?  Well, like this, they could call you Tube-ee!  Heh, like, Tube, because you're rolled up like a tube, then "ee," because... your name... 2B... Tube...ee..."

    "..."

    "...You're right, we should go."

    Later that day, 2B was brought to one of the shipping areas of the android forces.  It was a warehouse filled with shipping containers of various sizes, and a place that isn't really worth describing because it would be boring and detract from the flow of the story.  9S unfurled 2B to give her a better look at her surroundings and free her from the tight grip of exhilarating sensations that being rolled up was associated with.

    "Alright, this container right here should be the one.  Remember when I pointed out those rockets carrying supplies to the Moon?  Some of them go to the Bunker too.  You see, the Bunker requires routine maintenance, and the raw materials come from down here on Earth.  Things like aluminum for the hull, copper for replacement wiring that runs out, and other such metals for that kind of thing.  Interestingly enough, at least 80% of the iron collected goes to-"

    "Hmmph," 2B muttered curtly.  She had spent the last few hours trying convince 9S to just transfer her consciousness to a new body, but between the distraction of being rolled up and the inability to form coherent words, she had a hard time getting her point across.  She reluctantly resigned herself to the fact that her flattening ordeal wasn't quite over yet.

    9S at least understood her message hen she cut him off.  "Ah, sorry, I was rambling.  Anyway, this container is full of supplies that the others up in the bunker go through.  They'll go through the contents of the container and, once they spot you, should know what to do.  You ready?"

    "Nnn."

    "Good!"

    9S's eyes briefly danced over 2B's body before he laid her down on top of one of the large containers.  For no particular reason, he quickly brushed his hand across her body a few times to smooth out the wrinkles in her.  These brief touches from the male android were enough to elicit a few sensual moans from 2B and her extremely sensitive body.  However, 9S didn't really seem to notice this.

    9S opted to try to comfort his unfortunate partner a bit before parting ways with her, "Sorry we had to do this, but I don't think there's another way to get you up to the Bunker."

    2B didn't bother to comment.

    "I made sure to bring you here right before the supplies get sent up to the Bunker, so the rocket should be leaving any time soon.  In the meantime, Command has *another* mission for me, so I have to get going.  So, um..."  9S turned a bit to leave, but his gaze lingered awkwardly on 2B.  "...Good luck!  And, uh, tell me how space is!"  With that, 9S flashed a smile and departed.

    2B sighed to herself and thought, For how much data he collects, he sure can be clueless...  While waiting to be shipped out to the Bunker, she took some time to think about how ridiculous it was that she was even being shipped out to the Bunker, let alone that she was about as thin as one of her favorite swords.  Unfortunately for 2B, her reverie was about to be shattered as she suddenly heard a couple of voices.

    "Hey, hurry up with that last container, the rocket's gotta leave soon!"

    "I've almost got it, just hold on!"

    2B looked ahead of her to see a shipping container, identical to the one she was laying on, being carried by a crane.  She didn't think anything of it until it started to be lowered down right onto where she was laying.

    Wait a second... No way... You've gotta be-

    With a girlish squeak and an almost inaudible squishing noise, 2B was pressed between two shipping containers, one from above and the other from below.  She could feel the pressure caused by hundred of pounds of material covering every square inch of her body.  Despite knowing how futile it was, she attempted to push it off.  However, the unfortunate android found that she could move even less than her previous ability to squirm.  The space between the containers where 2B was sandwiched was so small that it was nearly impossible to see that there was any space at all.

    Since her third dimension had been reduced, 2B felt a constant sense of compression across her body, as though the phantom of the giant machine's foot was still on top of her.  The pressure on her now felt much more tangible, and it was a lot like how she felt when that machine had first stepped on her a month ago.  It felt about as intense, but this time the feeling would last for the entire trip into the atmosphere and until she finally got unpacked.  On the bright side, the stimulation was rather pleasant for her in certain, more sensitive regions of her body.

    Hnnnghhh... Damn... so... tight... 2B had trouble registering any thoughts more complex than this due to the constant crushing feeling.  If she was physically capable of doing so, she would have let out a moan of discomfort, frustration, and sexual pleasure.  She soon felt rumbling from the outside.  This rumbling didn't help her out in terms of feeling like she was getting crushed, but the vibrations from the rumbling seemed to stimulate just the right spot of her body...

    2B could tell that this was going to feel like a long trip.

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    "Oh.  2B.  So this is what happened to you," stated the Commander in a matter-of-fact tone.  2B, even flatter and more spread out from her trip in the transport rocket, was laid out on a table within one of the research labs.

    2B wanted to respond, but instead just sort of squeaked.  It was about all she could do at this point.

    The Commander looked 2B up and down disapprovingly.  "I thought I'd come and look at you now that the researchers have finished testing your body."

    2B moaned to herself.  For the past few days, the YoRHa R&D department had been poking and prodding her sensitive body with various instruments to gather data, and they were very thorough about poking every part of her body.

    The Commander frowned.  "Honestly, I expected a bit more from you, 2B.  You didn't even get through a whole fight with that new body of yours without ruining it.  How are we supposed to collect combat data if the only combat is getting squashed like an insignificant bug?  To be frank, it's a bit pathetic."

    You didn't have to put it like that... thought 2B.

    "Anyway," continued the Commander, "We were going to get you all back to normal right away..."

    2B's flattened lips nearly curled upwards into a smile.

    "But frankly, we're a bit low on resources at the moment, and I'm not sure I want to waste any on a poster of a combat android at the moment."

    2B's spread out lips seemed to get more pouty at this point.

    "Don't worry though, we'll get you back in fighting form at some later date.  For now, I have managed to come up with a use for that useless body of yours," the Commander said almost as though she was about to tell the punchline of a joke.

    2B mentally sighed.  God damn it!  I've been like this for over a month and this is how they treat me!  Ugh... At least I get to be useful to the cause.  Somehow...

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    "...That is your mission.  Remember, these machines are not to be underestimated.  If you aren't careful, you could end up like 2B over here," stated the Commander.  This was at the end of a mission briefing in front of about a dozen YoRHa androids who were about to go out in the field.  She walked over to another android, who was currently kneeling on the ground with a wet rag in hand.

    "We're gonna have to scrub all the floors in the Bunker?" whispered a newly introduced android to her neighbor.

    "Not quite..." replied the more knowledgeable android.

    The Commander grabbed the crumpled up cleaning rag and unfurled it, providing a site which surprised any new androids in the crowd.  Instead of a simple piece of cloth, the Commander revealed what appeared to be a poster of a distorted, blushing B type android.  

    The Commander spoke to the group, "This pathetic sight in front of you is what happens when you aren't cautious on your missions.  2B here was once a proud combat android.  However, she has been deemed unfit for combat once a careless mistake lead to the pathetic state you now see her in."  The Commander then flopped 2B around in the air a little bit for emphasis before continuing, " 2B is nearly worthless in this state, as she cannot move or speak in any significant way.  Despite this, we at YoRHa have found a use for even this useless specimen.  Tests have shown that it- I mean, her body makes for an excellent cleaning tool."

    All androids in attendance were taking the chance to examine 2B, the new ones because they had never seen such a thing and the older ones because they didn't usually get to see 2B splayed out like this.  2B seemed to be even worse for the wear than the last time.  Since being appointed to her new role as "surface cleaning device," she had been rubbed back and forth on various surfaces multiple times per day.  As such, her finer features had been rubbed out across the surface of her body.  Her nose seemed more like a faint flesh-colored splatter in the middle of her face.  Below that, her lips had smeared into each other, creating a messy, oblong pink splotch where her mouth was.  Just about every wrinkle in her body had been smoothed out, and even the line of her cleavage which distinguished one breast from the other was a bit faded.  Even her hairs appeared to have somehow combined, creating a solid white color.  In fact, her whole body was comprised of these solid patches of color due to the smearing out of her features.  She looked more like a cartoon depiction of an android than the actual thing.
    
    2B blushed in embarrassment.  As usual.  2B's life at this point was pretty much a constant stream of embarrassment.  When not being kept in a closet of cleaning supplies, 2B was being used to wash any and every surface inside of the Bunker.  Despite the fact that mostly everyone knew that she was a real, living android, no one treated her any better than any other mop or wash rag.  Well, except for the occasional comment as they passed by, which would range from a friendly "Hey 2B!" to some sort of comment mocking her helpless state.

    She thought that she should be used to this sort of treatment by this point, but being shown to all these androids as a demonstration was getting to her.  Concentrating all her effort into one burst of sound, 2B tried to ask the Commander to put her back down.  With her flattened, smeared out lips, 2B could only muster a couple of barely audible whimpers, which the Commander didn't even hear.  Trying to move to get the Commander's attention only made her vibrate in place a bit, her motor functions essentially squashed out of her by this point.

    Nnngh!  I should be fighting, damn it!  Not being used like this! thought 2B.  Despite her protests, she did make a rather good cleaning tool.  Her new form retained liquid surprisingly well, and, on a certain level, she did actually enjoy being used in this way.  2B's flattened body still had an extremely heightened sense of touch, causing every rough movement of her compressed crotch to bring on a cacophony of sexual feelings.  It also didn't help that her leotard, only able to cover so much, had ridden pretty far up into her nether regions, causing it to look more like a string of fabric with a bit of pink poking out of either side.  Feeling her clothing ride up on her crotch on both sides of her body, she wondered why YoRHa made androids with *those* parts in the first place.  2B quickly found out that water wasn't the only liquid that her body was good at absorbing.

    The Commander resumed lecturing the attending androids, "This is the penalty for failure."  The Commander then unceremoniously started to crumple up the cloth-like body of 2B.  The unfortunate android couldn't help but to love the feeling of being wadded up, feeling her body rub and press against itself in ways that shouldn't be possible.  At the same time, she was getting forcefully squished up and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  It was quite the mixed bag of emotions.

    After crumpled 2B into a ball like an unwanted first draft, the Commander dispassionately dropped 2B on the floor.  "Don't worry though," she continued, "we'll find a great use for you if you do wind up letting us down."  Emphasizing this point, the Commander stomped her heel down on her example, making sure to grind her foot into the slightly twitching form of the former combat android.  "Do I make myself clear?"

    The other androids looked on nervously.

    "Good.  In that case, you're dismissed.  Glory to Mankind."  The Commander was still subtly moving her heel back and forth.

    "Glory to Mankind!"  The androids saluted and starting getting ready for the upcoming mission.  The Commander smiled and walked off, not even acknowledging, the rag beneath her, which was moaning to itself in passion on the floor.

    A couple of minutes later, a few mischievous looking androids approached the temporarily forgotten android.

    "Oh man," one of them said, looking down at 2B with a grin, "they really don't make combat androids like they used to, huh?"

    Another one of the androids joined in on the teasing, saying, "Don't say that about her, she's top of the line!  The clothes line, that is."

    "That may be true, but I think this next mission might be too messy for her to handle!" said a third troublemaker.

    You little... You're lucky I can't move like this!  2B angrily threatened in her mind.  Unable to express her anger physically, she started shaking in place.

    One of the androids took notice of this and chuckled to the others.  "Look everyone, she's vibrating with rage!"  The android knelt down and pressed her finger into 2B's form, tracing circle's along whatever surface of 2B she happened to be touching.  "Watch out everyone, she'll clean that smile right off your face! Hah!"

    Now quivering with both rage and sensual bliss from the touch, 2B thought that she was about to blow a fuse.

    "Hey, we'd better get going.  2B's not really worth that much of our attention anyway," stated one of the three dimensional androids.

    "You're right, we can always play with her more when we get back if we want to," replied the kneeling one.  Without even giving her a second glance, the group of androids left.  2B was left in the middle of the room by herself.

    2B sighed to herself.  Great, now I'm angry AND turned on...  Though this day was turning out to be a bit more humiliating than usual, 2B did have things to look forward to.  At this point, 9S had just filed a provision request for a particular set of cleaning supplies in which 2B was included.  Once processed, this would transfer possession of 2B over to 9S specifically.  2B didn't like the fact that she was being given from one android to another like property, but she was happy that she was at least going to be with Nines most of the time.  He told her that he was going to work on restoring her to her old dimensions once he got her back.  9S then said that if he didn't manage to restore her then he would just hang her up in his room or stuff her inside an oversized locket as a keepsake, but he was just joking about that.  Probably.

    In the meantime, 2B wiggled on the floor, hoping that someone would come by and fold her up properly instead of leaving her all crumpled up as she was.