After volunteering herself for a magic trick that turned out to be more than a mere trick, Natalie found herself as a flat, immobile cardboard cutout of her former self. To make matters worse, she had apparently been completely forgotten about, alone in an empty theater without the ability to even budge her new 2-dimensional form.
"I can't believe he just left me here!" Natalie ranted internally, "How do you wring a girl flat and then just leave her there without fixing her! In fact, how do you wring a girl flat in the first place?"
Natalie's internal monologue was suddenly interrupted by someone opening the door to the theater again.
"Oh, I bet that's the magician right now! That dude has some serious explaining to do..."
However, as Natalie heard the footsteps of the newcomer approach her, she could tell it was a woman's voice. As the person turned into Natalie's aisle of seats, the poster girl noticed that this was the same audience member who had been sitting next to her during the show.
"...can't believe I left my purse back here..." the woman muttered to herself. She picked up a handbag that had been left behind, but before leaving she turned to Natalie and gave her another look. Natalie tried to do anything to signal to this lady that she was more than a prop, but in the dark theater, any subtle movement she might have been capable of would not have been seen. The woman looked around the theater, then back down to Natalie, then scanned the theater once again.
"Huh..." the woman spoke to herself once again, "Well, if no one else is gonna take it..." The woman then proceed to casually lift Natalie up and tuck the supposed prop's waist under her arm.
As Natalie was casually stolen out of the theater, she started to panic. "W-Wait a second! Hey! Lady! I'm not a poster! I'm a real person! You gotta put me down so that dude can fix me! Hey! HEY!"
Of course, all these silent cries went unheard. Natalie could only wobble in the woman's grasp as she was whisked away to do whatever her captor wanted to do with her.
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As it turns out, the magician's comments about Natalie going into a modelling career were pretty close to what was currently happening to the hapless girl. As fate would have it, the woman who picked her up happened to be the owner of a trendy clothing store at the local mall, and Natalie just happened to be looking quite trendy when she was reduced to a mere pinup. This gave the store owner the bright idea to use what she thought was nothing but a silly piece of paper as an advertisement.
Natalie was then stuck to the big glass window at the entrance of the store, with the phrase 'SHOCKINGLY GOOD DEALS' displayed on a large banner taped above her surprised face. Needless to say, Natalie was not happy with this turn of events.
"Hrrrngh! You are freaking kidding! I am NOT a poster, lady! Grrr! Get me down from here right now!" and other such thoughts coursed through Natalie's head. Unfortunately for her, she was quite a good ad, and none of this frustration was outwardly expressed. In fact, she turned out to be quite the eye-catching ad, attracting quite a few customers with her good looks and lifelike appearance. Not that she was all that proud of being an effective advertisement.
An entire day of frustration passed by for the living advertisement, with none of her struggles going noticed by the swathes of mallgoers. With the day fading into night, the mall closed down and Natalie was once again left in the dark, only this time she was pasted against glass rather than stuffed into a chair.
"Well... shit. Now what?" Natalie was stuck staring forward, and without any people to look at, it suddenly got very boring. With nothing going on in the empty mall, Natalie could only focus on herself. The constant, dull pressure coated her entire body as though the heaviest weighted blanket was constantly on top of her. There was some discomfort in it, and yet, something about it was kind of nice, now that she thought of it. Almost like the part of a massage where the masseuse presses into you, just without the part where they un-press. Suddenly, Natalie wasn't focusing on the dark mall at all, and was instead putting all of her mind into the tight thinness of her body, and how sensitive her new form was...
Natalie was suddenly made aware of the fact that the mall was once again lit up with customers passing by her vision.
"Woah! Guess I spaced out for a while there..." Natalie pondered to herself. "It was kind of nice to just space out like that... but I need to hurry up and get back to normal already!"
And so, Natalie was again continued trying to make herself budge. It didn't work, but it was the thought that counted. After another day of effort, the mall was once again dark, and Natalie once again lost herself in flattened feelings. The same thing happened the next day, then the next day, and the next day, and the next day...
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Natalie wasn't sure exactly how long she had been a poster, only that the hordes of consumers at the mall had gone form wearing shorts and t-shirts to long pants and sweaters. She had been broken out of her recent self-indulgent trance by a reflection of herself in a big glass pane that was being dragged across her line of sight. She was looking forward to how her weeks of effort and changing her expression had paid off, only for her to see herself and realize that she had the exact same bewildered expression as the day she was first flattened.
"Ugh, I'm gonna be a stupid pinup forever, aren't I?" she pouted to herself. "I can't believe that stupid magician reduced me to this! I'm just gonna be a flattened sheet of paper for the rest of my- oh hey, that girl's back again."
Natalie's rant was interrupted by the view of a short, punkish girl sitting in the lounge area across from the store. As usual, the girl was cycling between staring down at her phone and staring up at the strangely lifelike ad from across the aisle. Natalie found it all rather cute; it seemed the girl with the tough exterior had a soft spot for the hot chick in the ad. She wanted to wave, or maybe wink, at her not-so-secret admirer, but no dice. As the punk girl left, Natalie wished she could get a bit more attention from her.
In a rare moment of good luck for the misfortunate poster, it turned out she was about to get her wish.
The stores of the mall were just closing down, and Natalie was just about to wind down and 'sleep' yet again. However, a flash of movement and sound yanked her out of it. A petite masked figure appeared before her in the nearly empty mall. The newcomer nervously looked around, then, when the coast was clear, started to rip Natalie off the window!
"H-Hey! You can't steal me, I'm private prop-" Natalie caught herself mid-thought, "Oh! I'm being taken down! Thanks, mysterious thief!"
Said mysterious thief was able to quickly separate the adhesive tape that Natalie had just spent months trying to unstick herself from, then, with some effort, rapidly rolled their stolen treasure into an inconspicuous tube.
Natalie hadn't been touched by anyone in quite some time, so the brief brushes of skin against skin from the thief followed by being rolled up into her own body did a number on her train of consciousness."A-aaahn! D-Do they know- nnnmmf! I'm a p-persoooon! Hnnngh!" The poster's ponderings were cut short as she was overwhelmed by cascades of sensation, and she was soon once again nothing more than a sheet of overstimulated nerves.
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The next thing Natalie knew, she was once again being pasted to a vertical surface. However, her view was much different from the last one. This time, rather than the vast, well-lit expanse of the mall, she was in a small bedroom illuminated by purple lights. The walls were lined with various bits of miscellaneous collectables, along with a small bed and a desk with a laptop on it.
One thing about this new place was familiar: the punk girl who had been staring at Natalie in the mall. She was biting her lip as she put the finishing pieces of tape over Natalie's wrists and ankles to ensure her recently acquired poster was properly pasted to the wall.
As Natalie came to her senses from the journey to this new place, she noticed the girl's clothes were the same as the thief who had just stolen her. Even with a two-dimensional brain, Natalie was able to figure things out. "Oh my god, I figured you were thinking naughty thoughts about me, but I never expected you to be so mischievous!"
The girl with all her dimensions intact stepped back once Natalie was secure and patted herself on the back. "Hehe, nice one Meg," she muttered to herself.
Natalie noted how convenient it was that her captor said her name without even being asked. "Sooooo, Meg," Natalie pondered to herself, "Any chance you were actually just trying to free me so you could fix me?"
Meg went to her computer chair and looked over her Natalie-adorned wall. "Hmmm... Yeah, that's a great spot for that," she said to what she thought was an empty room as she reclined.
"...Yeah, didn't think so..." Natalie pouted, "Though I guess the change of scenery is nice though. Plus, I guess there's worse owners- er, people to take care of me. Hey, what is she- oh!"
Natalie's train of thought was disrupted by Meg shoving her hand down the front of her pants. Thinking that she was all by herself, Meg began to do every loner's favorite past time, and she was looking right at Natalie as she did. As it turned out, the thief needed to relieve a bit of stress from the exhilaration of stealing, and there was a reason she stole the cutout of the hot advertisement after all.
Natalie felt her face grow hot. After all, it wasn't like she could do much else in response. It felt like it had been forever since she had witnessed someone else do something lewd, and after all her time indulging in her own private pleasures, it was more than a welcome sight. The pinup instantly found herself trying to reach her arms down to follow suite, but they were still helplessly pinned up at face-level.
"Ooooh, now this is unfair! As if all the rest of this being a poster business wasn't unfair enough!" Natalie got hornier than she ever had been from just her personal meditations, and yet she couldn't do a thing about it. As she watched Meg finish herself off, Natalie once again lost herself in her own sensations.
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Natalie was enjoying her new life as a personal pinup much more than being an ad. Meg spent a lot of time on the computer, and luckily Natalie had a pretty good view from her vantage point of whatever entertaining things Meg was looking at on it. On top of that, Meg gave her plenty of attention. The petite punk found herself strangely attracted to her latest haul, almost as though it were a real, horny woman in the same room as her, and she often found herself using it to fuel her private lust.
At this point, Natalie had gone from a mild acceptance to full on embracing her new role. Sure, in the past she had felt slight tinges of excitement from being used, but now she was unafraid to indulge in it. Her job, her role, was to look all pretty and helpless for her owner, and she was good at it. Sure, she still wanted to be able to move again... but if that didn't happen anytime soon, she wouldn't complain even if she could.
On one particular night, Meg stumbled into her bedroom. It was clear from her flushed face, stumbling, and mumbling to herself that she had just been dropped back off at home from quite the party. She teetered and tottered across the floor, before slamming directly into Natalie.
Both girls were shocked for different reasons: one because she honestly didn't expect the impact in her drunken stupor, the other because her constant pressure just increased in a shocking burst of warm body on hers. To Natalie's shock, it didn't even end there.
"Eheheheh... C'mere an' give us a kiss!" Meg slurred. She planted a wet one right on the flattened O of her poster's lips. Natalie felt a jolt of pleasure like a lightning bolt rush through her, nearly making her climax on the spot. Meg pressed herself into the poster, reveling in the warmth and texture without yet realizing the implications. After a few seconds, Meg yanked her poster from the wall and flopped it onto her bed. She mounted it, feeling her hands against its soft hands, feeling the wetness from the poster's mouth, absorbing the heat from her poster's-
Meg stopped in her tracks.
In her drunken state, Meg leaned in close to what she had spent the last few months thinking was a big piece of paper. She poked its face, noticing how hot it was, seeing that its face had a pink hue to it that wasn't always there. She ran her finger across the face, and found that the texture was different from the cheek to the lips.
"...A-... Are you real...?" Meg asked.
Feeling like all of her most sensitive nerves were firing at once and motivated by Meg's ass pressing down on her paper-thin lady bits, Natalie managed to let out the tiniest little "Mm!"
Meg looked down at Natalie, then up at her wall, then back down. She could hardly believe what her senses told her, but everything was indicating that what she was sitting on was a woman, despite how flat she was. From the texture of her skin, to the warmth of her body, to the feeling of always being watched, Meg found it all hard to deny. And yet, if that were true, that would mean her poster was watching her all those times...
"...Ahm too drunk for this. I'll stick an airhose in ya in the mornin' or somethin'..." Deciding to delay the massive amount of embarrassment for when she was sober again, Meg collapsed forward onto Natalie. She snuggled into what felt like the world's nicest heated blanket and swiftly drifted asleep.
As a pool of drool began to form on Natalie's face, she felt a bit of relief that, after all this time, someone finally recognized her as a person. More than that however, she felt the most intense climax of her life ripple through as a tiny bit of liquid escaped her slit. Not long after that, and the hot pressure of Meg lulled Natalie's mind into a shared slumber with her three dimensional lover, her mind unbothered by anything other than the comforting weight pressing into her.