“Oh my god, Mom, I can’t believe you tricked me in to coming here…” Valerie whined.

“I think it’ll be fun!” Janet cheerfully replied, “We’ll get to spend some quality time together as mother and daughter!”

The two women walked through a set of automatic sliding doors and into a massive department store full of all sorts of kitchen-related appliances. “...Quality time in the Mega Kitchen Super Store? When we went shopping, this is not what I had in mind! At all!”

Janet responded in a sing-songy voice, “Buuuut you’ve been complaining about how the fridge hasn’t been working right for the whole past week. Don’t you want to help solve that?”

Valerie crossed her arms. “No. I want to buy clothes. I’m going to the back of the store to mope.”

“Alright, have fun dear!”

As the pair forked off in two separate directions, Janet couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Watching Valerie was almost like watching an old video recording of herself back when she was nineteen. Of course, those days of rebellion were long behind her. She much preferred to be gentle, comforting, and calming now that she was getting older.

One thing that hadn’t changed much, however, was her looks. Years of experience had given her the ability to spot all sorts of wandering eyes staring at her when they thought she wasn’t looking. She was partly to blame of course, what with the low-cut blouse she was wearing and form-fitting skirt. Showing off her body and being a flirt still gave her a thrill, even if she’d sometimes go too far and embarrass her daughter with it. Scanning the store, she found a younger man in the store’s uniform averting his eyes from her. He’d be the perfect one to ask.

“Pardon me, young man? Do you know where the refrigerators are?” She purred sweetly.

The employee’s face got a bit pinker. “O-Oh, um, I-I’m new here, but I think they’re this way…? I-If you’d like to follow me-“

“Oh, that would be lovely of you,” cooed Janet. She followed the man through the jungle of appliances and electronics to her desired section. The selection was massive, with refrigerators filling out an entire aisle of the store. In a perplexing lack of workplace safety, some were even stacked on top of shelves that nearly went up to the ceiling. In fact, there was one that would go perfectly with the rest of Janet’s interior decor placed right on the highest shelf…

“Oooooh, could you get that one down?” Janet asked, pointing to a fridge on the very top shelf.

“Uhhhhhh…” the employee hesitated for a moment, then looked back at her and found himself unable to refuse, “Sssssure! Let me just get the forklift and get it down for you.”

The man walked away, thinking, “Surely a forklift couldn’t be that hard to operate for the first time…”

Janet patiently waited until the employee haphazardly drove the forklift back down the aisle. The older woman once again pointed out the fridge she wanted, then returned to admiring the other merchandise while the employee did his thing.

As it turned out, operating a forklift for the first time was much harder than he anticipated. After a couple of sweaty minutes of finagling the machine, he finally got the little forky things under the fridge. Then, slowly, carefully, he pulled it out and away from the shelf. His nerves caused his hands to jitter and shake on the controls, fumbling around with what he imagined the right motions were. Then, the minute it was fully off the shelf, it started to slide off…

Janet, blissfully unaware of what was happening above, mused to herself. “Y’know, now that I think about it, this one down here might be better-“

CRASH!

SQUELCH!

The employee’s heart stopped as he watched the fridge slip right off the forklift and land squarely on top of where Janet was standing. He dismounted to see the damage done.

Luckily, the lady that he was helping was nowhere in sight. He breathed a sigh of relief before noticing the cracks in the floor from the impact of the fridge. He looked around for any managers that might have heard the crash but didn’t see any rushing to see what was going on.

“Phew, good thing hardly any customers are lame enough to come to this place. Maybe I can move this thing before anyone notices…”

The man quickly clambered back onto the forklift and removed the fridge from the miniature crater it had left behind. Surprisingly, he was able to put it back up on the shelf without a hitch. He congratulated himself for his natural aptitude, but then noticed something strange at the impact sight.

There were boobs. Well, there was more than that. The boobs were flat. Also, the rest of that lady he was helping. Flattened.

“Oh! Shit!” He rushed over to get a better look.

Janet had been crumpled like a tin can under the weight of the fridge slamming into her. Rather than the voluptuous woman she usually was, Janet was now a rectangular sheet with a womanly design on it. Her breasts were the most obviously notable thing; the force of the slam had spread all that squishy mass outward, causing them to take up over half the view of her newly shaped body. Near the middle was her head, or at least the top of it, as she was looking straight ahead when she was squashed. The only part of her face that could be seen was her eyes and, her tongue was poking out due to the impact forcing it out in the split second of the impact. Behind her head was a bit of her butt. Its mass had spread out similarly to her breasts, and some of it was poking out from her skirt. Fortunately for her, her panties managed to stay intact, preserving at least a sliver of whatever dignity she had left.

“Mmmmm…” Janet moaned from her spot on the floor. She was just now starting to comprehend what had happened to her, and just how squashed she had become. In truth, this wasn’t the first time she had found herself in a situation like this, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing for the poor woman.

“M-Ma’am? A-Are you ok?” The worker nervously asked the pancaked woman.

“Hmm… Hmmm mmm! Hmm mmrrph mmmph hrmm mmmm…” Janet realized that she wouldn’t really be able to talk with her tongue sticking out in such a silly way, but she tried to level her tone to be understanding of the blunder. Naturally, it was a bit hard to stay her usual cheery self after being smashed as flat as cardboard, and her murmurs wavered a bit from the embarrassing circumstances as well as her physical situation. Getting crushed always resulted in intense sensations, and often in surprising ways. Her own body was pressed into itself all across her being, causing her a mix of tingling discomfort and tantalizing titillation. She was trying to stop the crushing sensuality from showing too much, but keeping her composure was hard when it came to the constant physical pressure on her sensitive chest accompanied by the dull, penetrating pushing sensation underneath her skirt.

The employee’s eyes lingered on the overexaggerated form before him, working up the courage to say, “D-Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll get some-“

“OH MY GOD, YOU ARE KIDDING ME!”

Valerie stormed down the aisle, rudely brushing past the worker to berate her flattened mother.

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY GET FLATTENED AGAIN?! YOU ARE SO FREAKING EMBARRASSING! UGH!”

Janet, despite being crushed flat, was the calm one in the situation, “Hm mmrph mmm hmhmm.” Despite being unintelligible, she carried nearly the same tone as when the pair first entered the store.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN GET LIKE THIS?! CAN’T YOU FIGURE OUT HOW TO NOT STAND UNDER HEAVY STUFF! WHY CAN’T YOU BE NORMAL?!” Valerie stomped around recklessly in her angsty tirade, even stomping on her mom a few times without even realizing it.

“Hmmph! Mmm hmmph mmrrmm hrrmph!” Janet took a strict, but not too harsh, tone with the younger woman.

The employee awkwardly stood there and stared at the bizarre spectacle before him. It continued for a while. Eventually, it started to draw a small crowd of other customers who happened to hear the ruckus that Valerie was causing. Deciding that now was the perfect time to make a getaway, he drove the forklift away from the scene, hoping that he would still have a job tomorrow.

“Ooooooh great, now people are staring at you!” Valerie said, controlling the volume of her voice while still retaining the venom. The moody nineteen-year-old drew her gaze upward at the hapless watchers and drew her ire towards them. She shooed their gawking gazes away, inadvertently stepping on her mom in the process. Embarrassment showed on what could be seen on Janet’s face. Getting flattened out like this wasn’t nearly as big a deal to her as it was to Valerie, but it still was a bit awkward to be in such a state in public.

After scaring off the onlookers, Valerie had calmed down slightly. She tapped a foot on the ground in frustration, looking at the huge flat cleavage on the floor. “Ugh, I should honestly just leave you here and let the janitors or whatever clean you up, but I’d rather pick you up now than later.” Janet made an appreciative noise that Valerie scoffed at.

Valerie grabbed a corner of her rug of a mother and lifted. With a sound like a sticker being peeled, Janet was lifted from the floor, parts of her body staying flush with the floor until Valerie pulled harder enough to unstick it. With a frustrated grunt, she hastily crumpled her mother up into a haphazard wad of whimpering flesh. Janet’s face, being in the middle of the sheet, was completed buried in who knows what part of herself. Valerie looked at the wad in her hand and crumpled it up even further after noticing what was probably some boob skin at the surface of it. She hurried out of the store with the crumpled mess under her arm and carelessly tossed it in the back seat once she got in the car. She’d help her mom get restored once they got home… after she visited the mall for a few hours first.