"Bwow wow ba da da dum dum, dee dee dee doo!"
    
    Johanna waltzed into the office break room to an interesting sight.  Her close confidant Jaclyn was perched on the top step of a ladder with her headphones in, jamming out to whatever song she was listening to.  Judging by the dark spot in one of the room's lights, Johanna guessed that Jaclyn had been tasked with replacing a light bulb.  Jaclyn had clearly been distracted.

    "Heh, why do they always make us do this kinda stuff?" Jaclyn playfully asked.

    "Boo doo dee do-dum bap!" Jaclyn continued obliviously, air-guitaring on her precarious perch and rhythmically bouncing in place.

    Johanna shrugged to herself and went to the office's shared fridge.  She had told Jaclyn that it was bad for her hearing to listen to music that loud, but did anyone ever listen to poor Johanna?  No, of course not.  Johanna got her sandwich out of the fridge, threw away its wrapping, and took a big bite, thinking about how beneath her all this menial labor was.  She had always been confident in her abilities; it was her work ethic that consistently let her down.  She got all A's in high school (over five years ago) so, surely, she had to be destined for greatness.

    Johanna pensively chewed her sandwich while watching Jaclyn's one-girl concert.  Johanna loved the girl, but she could be quite the ditz.  Well, loved in a friendly sort of way.  Well, friendly in a "watching your friend's huge ass bounce up and down as she dances" sort of way.  Transfixed by the movements of her perky friend's hips, Johanna took another bite of her meal.

    Johanna chuckled to herself.  "Wouldn't mind taking a bite out of that," she joked to herself, then laughed at her own joke.  "Hmm. Actually, is this creepy? This is kinda creepy. I should let her know I'm here," she spoke to herself, as all the geniuses on the shows she watched do.

    Johanna walked up behind Jaclyn.  Pausing for a second to get a good look at Jaclyn's eye-level booty, Johanna got a bit of a cheeky idea.  

    "Girl friends smack each other on the ass all the time, right?" she asked herself.  The cogs in her brain turned for a moment before she shrugged.  "Eh, they probably do."  Without further hesitation, Johanna reeled her hand back and gave her very good friend's cheek a nice slap.

    "Boo wop do wee- ACKGHJBEH!" Jaclyn's a cappella cover was interrupted by the sudden hand-to-ass contact.  Caught completely off guard, Jaclyn made a strange noise and instantly lost her balance, causing her to fall backwards almost immediately.  Fortunately for Jaclyn, something soft was right below her to catch her fall.  Unfortunately for Johanna, that soft object was her.

    "Oof!" Jaclyn exclaimed upon impact with the ground.  "What the hell?! Who did that?!" she called out with a pout, glaring around the room but staying seated where she landed.

    Johanna had only a split second to realize what was happening before she got a face full of booty crashing into her.  Johanna's body had collapsed under the weight of Jaclyn's body like a stack of putty, instantly compressing vertically.  After a moment of stunned, indignant incredulity, Johanna tried to push Jaclyn off of her.  She struggled fruitlessly for a few seconds, then realized that her entire body was somehow trapped under Jaclyn's massive ass.  Embarrassed and frustrated, she tried calling out from underneath Jaclyn, but her mouth was completely covered by butt and the only sound that came out was muffled grunts.

    Jaclyn crossed her arms in frustration after seeing no one else in the room.  "Hmm. Now, I know someone just smacked my ass just now. Unless it was, like, a really big bug. Or a bat. No, couldn't have been a bat, they only exist at night..." Jaclyn thought out loud to herself, music still blaring from her headphones.  The volume was more than enough to drown out any muffled protests from a recently flattened woman, so Jaclyn was completely oblivious to the fact that she was using her friend as a seat cushion.

    Now Johanna was starting to get really angry.  It was bad enough being treated like a peon in this company, but now she was being treated like an ass cushion! And how the hell did Jaclyn not notice that she sat on a person?!  And why did her whole body get squished by Jaclyn's ass alone?! Was she really so pathetic that someone's butt was enough to accidentally put her out of commission?! She refused to believe it! She tried moving every muscle in her body, but they were all pinned down by the oppressive ass on top of her.  She was trapped, but her pride was preventing her from accepting that. 

    Johanna's face burned bright hot not only because of the burning embarrassment washing over her face, but also because there was only a couple of layers of thin fabric separating her face from the heat of Jaclyn's booty.  Just thinking about how thin the barrier was between her body and Jaclyn's bare ass was driving her up the wall.  Not to mention the feeling of Johanna's body being compressed down to a fraction of its normal size, the feeling of her head being so squished down that it was almost touching her feet, the constant pressure squeezing the most sensitive bits of her erogenous zone... Well, that part wasn't too bad, but now was not the time!

    "... Angela already told me that no one has ever died in here, so it couldn't have been a ghost..." Jaclyn was still pondering about the perpetrator.  She turned her head to look behind her, and noticed something on the floor.

    "Oh cool, a sandwich! Three minute rule!" Jaclyn picked up Johanna's lunch and inspected it from all sides.  "Hmmm... No name on it... Guess it's mine now!"  She crossed her legs while keeping her butt firmly planted in place and proceeded to start eating the already-partly-eaten-and-from-the-floor sandwich.

    "MMMMM MMMMPH MMMMMMM!" Johanna furiously called out from her compromised position.  As though the insult of being crushed by a butt wasn't enough, now her lunch was getting eaten right in front of her!  She tried thrashing her body in anger, but the effort was wasted.

    Jaclyn continued to happily munch away at the sandwich, still oblivious to the distraught disk below her.  It didn't take her long to devour the entire thing, despite any muffled shouts emanating from under her posterior.

    "Oh man, that was tas- uurp! Heh, 'scuse me," she said, "Welp, time to get back to it!"

    Johanna sighed in relief.  She'd finally be free from her hot, plush, cramped prison!  Not that it was all that bad; after all, she had just been lusting after the very same booty that was now resting on her face.  In a certain less extreme context it may have actually been quite enjoyable, but being accidentally crushed by her friend's ass at work and then having her lunch eaten right on top of her was way too insulting.  Now, it was time to get herself back to normal and chew Jaclyn out.

    And so, Jaclyn stood up.  Much to Johanna's dismay, she felt herself move up with Jaclyn.  Instead of being left on the floor like Johanna thought she would be, Johanna was stuck firmly to Jaclyn's rear, and Jaclyn still had no idea.  Johanna felt herself bounce up and down along with Jaclyn's ass as she ascended the ladder and resumed working.  And dancing. 

    Johanna was rhythmically swung back and forth along with Jaclyn's hips as they swayed to her music.  Getting dizzier by the second, Johanna started squirming again.  Since she wasn't pinned from all two of her sides this time, she actually felt herself move!  She wriggled as hard as her disky little body would allow, and, with the assistance of Jaclyn's dancing, she finally peeled off of Jaclyn's backside.

    With a plap, Johanna landed face-up on the floor.  She had a vague hope that maybe she would just pop back to normal after all the pressure was removed form her body, but this was not the case.  Johanna's body now resembled a Venn diagram where the two categories were very similar.  Her slightly distorted face was in the center of her body, still caught in the "oh shit" moment right before Jaclyn came crashing down on her.  Besides her eyes, it was a struggle to move anything, which made talking a real pain.
    
    "Rrgh, frnrlly!" Johanna grunted through flattened lips, "Jrclrn! Hrr! Nnnnggh!"

    Yet again, Johanna's pleas went unheeded.  Jaclyn still hadn't lowered the volume of her music.  Johanna rolled her eyes, wondering how in the world she of all people deserved this kind of treatment.  Luckily for her, Jaclyn was just finishing changing the light bulb, and began stepping off the ladder.  Unluckily for her, Jaclyn did not look where she was stepping.

    "Jr-MMMMPH!" Johanna was quickly cut off from speaking by Jaclyn's shoe planting firmly over her mouth.  Still unaware of her friend's plight, Jaclyn did a short, self-congratulatory dance on top of the living welcome mat below her.  Johanna was assailed by a short series of small steps.  They didn't particularly hurt, but needless to say Johanna was not happy about.

    "Guess it just takes one bumbling ditz to change a light bulb, huh Katrin?" Jaclyn gloated to herself.  Having finished her task, she finally took the headphones out of her ears.

    "JRCLRN!"

    "GGAH!"

    Caught by surprise, Jaclyn jumped backwards and nearly toppled the ladder behind her.  "What the-?! Who's there?!" she cried, looking around.

    "DRWN HRRR!"

    "Huh?" Jaclyn looked down and finally saw Johanna pitifully laying on the floor.  "Johanna! What're you doin' down there!" Jaclyn said with a curious yet friendly tone as she leaned in to get a closer look.

    "YRR SRT RN MR!" Johanna angrily answered.

    "What?" Jaclyn was even more confused, "No I didn't."

    Johanna's eye twitched. "YRS YRR DRD!"

    "Mmm, no, I don't think I did," Jaclyn replied sincerely.

    "YRS. YRR. DRD!"

    "Johanna, I think I would remember if I sat on you," Jaclyn said with a head tilt and a smile.

    "WHRN YRR FRLL RFF THR LRDDER!"

    "When I fell off the- ooooooooohhhh..."  Realization suddenly dawned on Jaclyn's face.

    "YRRH, RND LRT MR TRLL YRR SRMETHR-"

    "Oh my god I'm so sorry!"

    Before she could start her long-winded rant, Johanna was quickly snatched from the floor and into Jaclyn's arms.  Jaclyn pressed her flattened friend against her chest and held her tight with both arms, rocking back and forth and apologizing profusely.

    "Ooooh, I'm so so so so so sorry! I didn't mean to squish you with my stupid big butt! You know I didn't mean it right? This stupid butt has always caused me problems, and now it's gone and gotten my bestie squashed! Oooooh, my poor Jojo!"

    "Hrrrrmmm..." Johanna let out a growl of resignation.  If it was anyone else she would have went on the mother of all tirades, but she couldn't do it to Jackie.  It was hard to be mad at someone who was so incapable of being anything but sincere.  She just wished that Jaclyn didn't have to smother her during the whole apologizing process.

    Eventually, Jaclyn's hysteric apologies subsided.  She pulled her compacted compatriot away from her chest and held her out at arm's length.  Now that Johanna mentioned it, it was abundantly clear that she was squished by a butt.  Really, it was the slight crease in the middle of her that gave it away.  Jaclyn smirked at the sight, and probably would have busted a gut laughing if she wasn't the cause of Johanna's predicament.

    "I think it's time to get you restored," said Jaclyn resolutely.  She began walking toward the break room door when she was interrupted.

    "Wrrt!" Johanna called out.

    Jaclyn stopped. "What's up Jo?"

    "Wrll," Johanna blushed, "Rt wrrld br rrrlly rmbrrrssrng rf th rthrr grrls srw mr lrke thrs..." Johanna averted her gaze, feeling too awkward to make eye contact.  She had always disliked asking for help, but slowly flopping her way across the office floor to get restored didn't seem like a very appealing option either.

    "Ooh, yeah, that would be super duper embarrassing," agreed Jaclyn, "They'd probably ask me where I got the novelty frisbee, or tell me they like my new doormat, or ask me how my new seat cushion feels, or-"

    "Yrrh wr grt rt," Johanna cut her off.

    Jaclyn patted all around her clothes.  "Shoot, I don't have any pockets or else I would just stuff you inside and carry you out." 

    The two girls brainstormed for a moment, then a light bulb went off in Jaclyn's head.  For a brief moment, Jaclyn smirked like a kid who had just gotten his hands on his first porno magazine, but, like, before the internet was a thing.

    "Oh! I've got it!"

    "Rrrlly? Whrt rs rt?" Johanna asked.  Without saying a word, Jaclyn let Johanna dangle from one hand and started unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt with the other.  Johanna looked on, confused, until Jaclyn got a few buttons down.  Her face went flush again as she saw Jaclyn's boobs come into view, the two orbs held in place by a simple white bra.  Johanna found herself staring into the sizable cleavage that matched Jaclyn's coworker-crushing booty.

    "In you go!"

    "Wh-"

    Before Johanna could even register what Jaclyn just said, she found herself hurtling toward Jaclyn's chest.  Jaclyn then began to quickly yet efficiently cram Johanna into her cleavage.

    "Hhrngh! J-Jrc- mmmph!" Johanna's face was stuffed between the boobs before she could even give her thoughts on the plan.  Her whole body was engulfed in a tight, hot, and cushy embrace as she was unceremoniously shoved inside.  Soon, all of Johanna's body besides a little sliver of her was surrounded by her friend's titties.  Her entire face wound up being pressed against Jaclyn's right boob, muffling a moan that Johanna couldn't help but to let escape her lips.  The sensations were just too much for the squashed little wannabe genius.  With the intimate glow of Jaclyn's body heat, the constant sense of skin touching hers, and the soft yet firm embrace from all directions, Johanna felt like she would orgasm inside her friend's cleavage if she didn't control herself.

    Meanwhile, on the outside, Jaclyn only had a vague sense of how sensual things were on her chest.  

    "Heehee, that kinda tickles!" Jaclyn giggled at the feeling of Johanna's warmth on her skin.  Jaclyn couldn't lie to herself: finding her cute best friend in such a helpless position kinda turned her on, even if she did feel a bit guilty about it.  Jaclyn bit her lip and looked down at her chest.  Of course, this was just a silly little plan by innocent Jaclyn.  Of course she didn't mean to get her sexy friend so hot and bothered like this.  Jaclyn would never do that, and she especially would never get off to doing it to someone else.  Jaclyn giggled to herself.

    "Hey, stop twitching so much in there! You don't want me to squish you more, do you?" Jaclyn accentuated her remark by pushing her boobs closer together with her hands, feeling Johanna compress even more within.  "Ha, don't worry Jo, Jackie will keep you safe and sound until we get you all fixed up," Jaclyn continued, slowly playing with her boobs and pushing them from different angles.  She stopped when she heard a sudden, involuntary whimper coming from her chest.  It was hard to tell the tone from how muffled it was, but from where Jaclyn stood it sounded orgasmic, and like Johanna just couldn't hold it in any longer.  A few seconds later, she felt a small wet spot on one of her boobs.

    Jaclyn quietly let out a devious giggled, proud that one of the few plans she made in life was going so very smoothly.  Sadly she and Johanna both had work to do, so it was probably time to get her restored.

    "Well Jojo," Jaclyn started as she began to button her shirt back up, "I hope you're comfy, cuz the S.S. Jaclyn is about to set sail!"  She buttoned up the last button and looked down at her chest, happy to see that there was no sign of the climaxing disk from the outside.  With a cocky strut, Jaclyn went to leave the break room, biting her lip as she felt the warm cloth that was Johanna pressed between her breasts.  As she reached for the door handle to leave the break room, she glanced up at the clock on the wall to see just how much time she would have with Johanna like this.

    WHAM

    With a quite frankly unnecessary amount of force, Angela swung open the break room door and marched inside.

    "Jaclyn, are you still changing that light bulb?" Angela looked around the room and saw that there was no one else in sight.  "Hmph. She better not be slacking off again..." Angela muttered to herself before turning around and leaving the room.

    If she had stayed in the room long enough for the door to close, Angela would have noticed a recently flattened Jaclyn poster, freshly smashed into the wall where Angela had slammed the door.  Angela's dramatic entrance had enough weight behind it to reduce the unfortunately positioned Jaclyn to a cardboard cutout of her former self.  

    "Aaahhh..." Jaclyn moaned through her squashed, half-opened mouth.  Her eyes were pointed upwards from looking at the clock pre-squish, but they conveyed her current mood fairly accurately.  Getting all her sensitive bits pressed after getting herself all hot and bothered with Johanna was just what the sexy doctor ordered, and her wetness was already seeping through her panties and forming a dark stain on her skirt.

    As good of a time as Jaclyn was having, Johanna was having it even better.  Being compressed from another angle meant that Johanna was squeezed into a string nestled within Jaclyn's squashed boobs.  The unbelievably intense tightness instantly sent Johanna into an even stronger climax than the last time.  The poor strand of a girl was hardly able to process the feelings overwhelming her senses.

    Jaclyn stuck to the wall for a few seconds before gravity did its thing.  She slowly peeled off the wall and collapsed into a messy, rubbery pile of squashed lady on the floor.  She let out another sensual moan as her body rubbed against itself in all sorts of ways she couldn't even keep track off, and she squirmed around to try and get more of the sensation.  

    Angela walked into the room again, this time opening the door at a much more reasonable pace.  "I was so ready to chew out Jaclyn that I almost forgot to chew my lunch! Hehehe..."  Laughing at her own corny joke, Angela grabbed her sandwich from the fridge and turned around to take it back to her desk.  Her face went from grinning to confusion as she saw what looked like a crumpled up flyer next to the door.  She walked over and picked up the mysterious sheet.

    "Oh. So this is where you've been," Angela said sternly as she dangled Jaclyn in front of her.

    "Eheh, h-hi Angie," Jaclyn replied, failing miserably at hiding how visibly turned on she was.

    Angela's face turned red in response.  "Jaclyn, this is an office, not a... wherever you would go to do this," said the slightly flustered Angela.  She looked Jaclyn's body up and down, noticing the stain on her crotch and, for some reason, a thin stain in the middle of her chest.

    "Nnngh... S-sorry," was the only response Jaclyn could muster.

    Angela sighed.  "I'm sure you are," she said with a roll of her eyes.  Without another word she starting rolling Jaclyn up like a scroll, starting with her head.  Jaclyn groaned at the sudden feeling of her body being rolled up, but by the time Angela finished rolling her into a neat little tube she was so muffled by her own body that she was barely audible.  

    Angela tutted to herself, examining the tightly rolled scroll in her hand.  "I really gotta do something about these girls..." she said to herself as she carried her two employees back to her office.