The first thing Michelle did upon walking into her girlfriend Jenny's apartment was to flop face-first onto the familiar sofa that the two had been cuddling on for the past few months.
"Aww, what's wrong, babe?" Jenny walked in from the kitchen and scooched herself onto some spare couch room next to her partner.
"Everything," Michelle turned around halfway and pouted, "I bombed another interview, so I can't pay my share of the bills or the food, and you'll still have to pay for all of that, and I still have to pay loans off for this stupid degree I have, and I have to pay for my transition, and the whole world is fucked, and I-"
Jenny leaned in and silenced her with a sudden, yet passionate kiss. She held it while Michelle's breathing gradually slowed and her body relaxed, only relenting once she knew Michelle had calmed a bit.
"It's okay, we can work something out together," Jenny gently stroked Michelle's face as she comforted her, "I mean, money's always been tight, and we've still stuck together!"
"Yeah, but... I dunno. I'm just so tired and exhausted from worrying about everything," Michelle sighed. This wasn't the first time the two were having this conversation, but it seemed like it was just in Michelle's nature to constantly stress out about such matters. Michelle had been somewhat of a worrywart all her life, stressing out about things and having a hard time relaxing. Add to that a seemingly never-ending job hunt and the societal pressures of her male-to-female transition, and the poor thing was a cocktail of stress that never seemed to be able to unwind.
"It's because you refuse to take any time off!" Jenny leaned over her girlfriend as she chastised her, "You've been overworking yourself since high school, and you know it!"
"Well, I have bills and shit to pay for," pouted Michelle.
"Yeah yeah, I know, that's what you always say," Jenny sighed. She already knew this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere; even if Michelle took time off, she would just stress about all the time she could be spending being productive. "At this point I'd have to force you if I ever wanted you to take your mind off of this stuff..."
Suddenly, Jenny remembered something, and an idea flashed through her mind.
"Hey, I know what'll take your mind off of things!" Jenny exclaimed, "Why don't we try out that flattening thing you found on the internet?"
Michelle's face reddened. She had found out about people squishing and molding each other's bodies in cartoonish ways for sexual pleasure while searching for extreme forms of bondage. Though she initially dismissed the idea as being way too silly for her, the thought had wormed its way into her head, and it was only a matter of time before she told Jenny that she might want to try it. "O-oh, that? That was just a silly thing I found out about, we don't have to-"
"Oh come on, don't think I can't tell when you're turned on by something. Let's just do it!"
Biting her lip, Michelle quickly caved. "Well, alright, if you want to."
Not long after that, the two were making out, feeling each other up, and generally getting each other worked up in Jenny's bed. Fortunately for them, Jenny just happened to have a foldable Murphy bed in her apartment. After stripping Michelle's clothes off and a sufficient amount of teasing, Jenny dismounted from the bed and instructed Michelle to lay down.
"Alright babe, you ready?" Jenny asked, leaning down and preparing to flip the bed up at a moment's notice.
"I think so, just try to be gent-"
WHUMP!
"Hmmmph!"
Jenny flung the bed upward without a moment's hesitation, causing Michelle to be instantly sandwiched between the bed and the wall behind it. However, it seemed like the impact hadn't compressed her all the way, as the bed wasn't completely flush with the wall.
"Hrrrmmm mrrph mmph hmm!" came a muffled complaint behind the bed.
Jenny couldn't help but to let out a giggle. "What was that? Didn't quite catch it!" she called into the bed.
"Mmm hmm, hrrrmmmm mrrph m- mmph!"
Jenny interrupted the soon-to-be two-dimensional girl by slamming her body into the bed, squashing Michelle even further and eliciting and startled squeak from between the mattress and wall. Jenny did this a few more times, each tackle causing the bed to push closer to the wall and causing Michelle's squeaks to get more and more muffled. Once the bed was completely flush, Jenny gave a few more extra shoves for good measure, then pulled the bed back down.
Smushed into the sheets was Michelle's nude, poster-like body, caught in a mid-flinch pose that gave away her surprise from the sudden squishing. It really wasn't that much different from how one might expect a cartoon character to react in a similar situation. However, what was even more silly looking than her pose was her face. Both of her cheeks had been squished from either side, forcing her lips into a more vertical orientation. On top of all that, her eyes had gone crossed from the impact, and she couldn't seem to uncross them.
"Oh my god," Jenny cooed, "You look so ridiculous! But, like, in a cute way."
Michelle gently hummed, unable to push out any words through her paper-thin throat or form words with her compressed and frozen lips. She instinctively tried to get up to get a better look at herself, but found that all she could do is barely lift parts of her off the bed before they would flop back down. Not that she really needed to see what happened; she could feel how flat she was. Every aspect of her was compressed yet pleasurable, like an extremely amplified version of a lover laying on top of you, but you'd rather deal with the heavy weight of their body than move them.
"Well, I can't quite understand you," Jenny said, sitting down on the bed next to Michelle's waist, "but I can tell you're enjoying it." Jenny delicately brushed her finger across Michelle's shaft, the top of which had been flattened against Michelle's abdomen to reveal the sensitive underside.
And sensitive it was, as just that brush caused Michelle to gain a small bit of depth through the goosebumps on her body. The unrelenting pressure and thinness had increased the sensitivity to touch across her body, and her dick was so thin that she could practically feel the touch on both sides of it at once. Her member wanted to twitch from the sensation, but it was crushed too thoroughly to do even that.
"I wonder if that thing about the heightened sensitivity is true? If so, this must feel pretty nice," teased Jenny, not realizing just how much more sensitive her girlfriend's body was. "But I better be careful, I don't want you to finish just yet."
Michelle hummed a question which went unanswered. Jenny stood up from the bed and peeled Michelle's helpless, floppy body from the bed and draped her over her arm. Jenny then started folding up Michelle like a towel, wrapping her limbs and parts into themselves while making sure to keep her face and dick on either side of the pile. Michelle felt her body brush against itself as Jenny worked, the feeling of her skin rubbing against other parts of her only intensifying every time Jenny pressed down and creased the bundle of her body. Before long, Michelle had been reduced to a neatly folded bundle of flesh with her goofy, squished face on top and her exposed member on the bottom.
Jenny made sure to crease Michelle's edges and lightly patted her on her face. "And now, for the pièce de résistance," she said in a corny French accent. She lifted Michelle from the bed with a devious smirk as she revealed her diabolical intentions, "You see Michelle, now that you're all adorably flat like this, I can do whatever I want with you. That means, that you're going to take a vacation, whether you like it or not!"
Confusion and horniness filled Michelle's mind, until she realized where she was being taken. Jenny held her over the laminator that they conveniently had at the apartment, and gave her a sweet smile.
"Just let me take care of everything for a while, ok?" Michelle tried to squeak out a response, but Jenny once again silenced her with a kiss. "Love ya!"
Jenny then fed her paper-like girlfriend into the laminator. Michelle panicked at first, feeling betrayed by Jenny and wondering whether any of this was safe. However, those worries were soon overwhelmed by the laminator compressing her even more, squeezing the multiple layers of her body into the space of one. On top of that, the heat of it engulfed her entire body like she was being sandwiched between two extra-hot heated blankets. It was over in just a few seconds, and Michelle emerged on the other end of the laminator completely coated in plastic, feeling more compressed and immobile than ever.
"There we go!" Jenny said excitedly. She pulled Michelle out of the machine and held her up to her face. "Hope you aren't too mad at me for this, but I think this'll be really good for you. For once, you don't have to worry about anything! Well, anything except looking cute and being my little toy, of course." Making sure to drive her point home, Jenny rubbed all two sides of Michelle, massaging her face while stroking her member.
"Hrrnnngh, what the hell Je-eee-aaaaah!" Michelle's outraged thoughts at her deceptive lover were cut short by the overwhelming sensations that washed over her mind. It was already hard enough to concentrate within the hot, stuffy, and unbelievably cramped confines of the lamination. Every single aspect of Michelle's being was getting squished to the max, and now Jenny was stimulating her even further. Getting touched in such a compressed and sensitive state was magnitudes more intense than either girl could have imagined, and while Michelle was experiencing the crushing sensations first-hand, Jenny had no clue just how taxing it was.
"Hope you enjoy yourself in there, because we're going to have a lot of fun," Jenny said with a playful smirk.
An amount of time later...
"Honey, I'm home!" Jenny called out as she entered her apartment, not expecting to hear a reply. Taking her time, she took off her shoes and put her things away before going to her bedroom to properly greet her favorite toy.
On top of her bed was a plugged-in vibrator laying on top of a small plastic sheet, still buzzing away after a day of working up a very compressed girl. Jenny removed the device from her folded up girlfriend and lifted her up. Michelle's face was still frozen in that same goofy expression that she had been stuck in when first flattened, though now her crossed eyes were angled slightly upwards. Her other side was more or less the same as well, but with a visibly wet spot at the tip of her shaft.
"Hey babe! I know the vibrator has been your best friend when I've been at work, but now it's time for us to be together."
Jenny carried Michelle back into the living room and started talking about how her day at work was. Michelle registered that the vibrations had stopped as she slowly tried to regain some semblance of conscious thought. By leaving the vibrator on Michelle all day, Jenny's intention was to entertain her entrapped girlfriend all day at work. Entertain was an understatement: the compression, full-body vibrations, and pent up sexual frustration provided Michelle with a daily 8 hour body-and-mind-fucking experience that left Michelle barely even able to remember her name. Despite this, the pressure on her privates often physically prevented her from coming to the finish line of the carnal marathon. The little bits of liquid ecstasy that managed to leak out of her were the results of hours of edging, and the only outward sign of this euphoric torture was the hint of pure lust that could be seen in her humorously crossed eyes.
"Heehee, I still just can't get over how adorkable you look like this!" Jenny innocently tittered, still having no idea about the extent of the stimulation she was putting her girlfriend through. "I guess I just can't get over how funny it is to see such a serious girl like you look so goofy! It's like your stuck in a silly selfie!"
Michelle's conscious thoughts may have been a dinghy trying to stay afloat in a stormy sea of sexual ecstasy, but she still had the capacity to both appreciate the compliments and simultaneously get flustered by the comments. Michelle squirmed on the couch, which didn't really result in any meaningful difference in her position.
"Of course, your other side is pretty nice too," Jenny cooed. Shed flipped Michelle face down on the couch, exposing her most touchy region. With long, slow strokes, she began petting the thin plastic layer which coated Michelle's indecency.
And just like that, Michelle's ship of thoughts capsized yet again as she gave in to the binding bliss of her squishy prison. Sure, it wasn't as demanding as the vibrator, but Jenny's touch was oh so much better. She could feel the warmth and softness of the loving fingers through the thin yet restricting lamination, the gentle touch of her lover sending Michelle over the edge. However, the gentleness didn't last forever. Jenny gradually increased the speed of her rubbing at a speed she thought was appropriate. Before long she was going at a rate that would be appropriate for a three-dimensional handy.
Jenny loved doing this to Michelle, especially when the paper girl visibly started to squirm back and forth on the couch. "You know, it kinda hurts that you only do the squirmy trick when I reward you and not whenever I ask. I mean, it's probably pretty hard for you, but do I have to go through all this effort just to see you move around a bit?"
Jenny's words fell on deaf ears. Her plan to get Michelle to stop worrying about things did work; the only concern that occupied Michelle's mind was the all-consuming, brain-melting need to climax. Every ounce of Michelle was dedicated to the throes of pleasure, her pathetic squirming an expression of her whole body thrashing with ecstatic bliss. Minutes that felt like hours went by as Michelle teetered on the edge. The only sense that mattered to her darkened world was touch: the restricting plastic, her own body pressed into itself, and the unrelenting rubbing of Jenny's hand.
Finally, long after Michelle reached the point of 'I can't take any more!' Jenny noticed the hint of wetness that signaled Michelle's finish. "Phew, that was a workout! Do you know how much effort I have to put in just to get you off?" she teased as she flipped Michelle's face back into the light.
In reality, Michelle was still in the middle of her orgasm, and probably wouldn't be mentally available for at least a few more minutes.
"Oh well, it's worth it to know you're feelin' great in there," Jenny winked. She then lifted Michelle up to her face and gave her a long, deep kiss. Well, as deep a kiss as one could give to a flat person. The familiarity of Jenny's kiss gave Michelle a spark of cognizance that mentally amounted to something along the lines of "Jenny...good..."
Jenny then flipped Michelle over and gave her another quick kiss on her flattened member, which Michelle very much appreciated. She put her sheet of girlfriend back down on the couch, then lifted herself up from the couch slightly.
"I think you know what time it is now," Jenny playfully teased, very slowly moving her butt to the side until it was hovering over Michelle's cartoonishly silly face. After a bit of butt-wiggling, Jenny lifted her ass and slammed it down onto her helpless girlfriend. She roughly ground her butt into her living cushion, making sure she was nice and comfy and her seat was nice and squashed.
Michelle's world was filled with darkness, but more importantly, even more pressure. Having Jenny sit on her face when she was 3D was one thing, but in this state it just multiplied how squashed she was. The pressure combined with the heat from Jenny's booty quickly lulled Michelle into a euphoric state of bliss. Unable to do anything else if she wanted to, Michelle gave into the life of a seat cushion for however long Jenny wanted her down there.
Meanwhile, Jenny happily flipped on her TV and got comfy, determined to give her lovely girlfriend the vacation she so rightfully deserved.