Turmoil in the lesbian polycule! Eve, Sara, and Rachel have taken up all the available space on the small living room couch, leaving Holly with no room to plant her patoot! Now, left as the loser in an unexpected game of musical chairs, Holly must decide whose lap among the interlocking tangle of thighs she wants to sit on!
Eve, a relatively tall person with dark hair and strong facial features, leaned back in her seat to make room for the indecisive young woman. “Hey, just c’mere. You know I’ve got the most room!”
“Yeah, but I’m in the middle, and I wanna be completely smothered by hot girls, so pick me!” Sara asserted. She shifted her petite frame further back into the cushions of the couch, entrenching herself further in between the two lovers flanking her.
“Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl? C’mon!” Rachel had taken the approach of appealing to Holly’s kinkier side. Her eyes were as vibrant as her curly green hair as she beckoned Holly with pats that made her sizable thighs jiggle with every slap.
Holly put a finger to her lips in thought. “Hmmm, I dunno. I’m seeing a lot of compelling arguments from everyone here. If only I could sit on all of you…” It was a far-fetched wish for the athletically built Holly. Her butt may have been shapely from all the physically demanding extracurriculars she had taken in college, but that didn’t mean it had the size to fit three whole, full-sized women underneath it. No, only three reduced, not full-sized women could fit under her butt… And suddenly, a silly idea filled her head.
A question cut through the babbling requests for a human lap warmer: “Do you guys remember when I took that college course on being a mime?”
Rachel burst out laughing as the other two looked confusedly at Holly. “What does that have to do with anything?” she clucked.
Without saying another word, Holly got to work. She put her hands up, then seemed to pat at the air. She moved her hands a few feet to the side and patted there too. The becouched lesbians watched as she silently did a mini routine of her slowly discovering an invisible wall was in front of her.
“Is this a bit?” Eve asked, “Because I think I need someone to explain the joke.”
Holly held up a finger to signal the rest to wait and see. After establishing the wall in front of her, she once again pushed her hands in front of it. One deep breath later, and she started to slowly trudge forward, making a noticeable effort.
“Oh, look, she’s pushing it!” Sara dug her hand out from underneath Rachel to point as she figured it out.
“That’s nice,” Eve remarked, “I still don’t get it.”
Rachel giggled. “Maybe she’s telling us to shove off and leave the couch to herself.”
Holly continued pushing, reaching the six feet poking forward from the couch. The three girls instinctively retracted their feet after feeling something touch them. Surprised, they all looked at each other, about to say something, but then they felt the same something push against them again. All three shuffled yet again as they felt a force press into the mixed-up bundle of bare legs. The flat plane of pressure pushed them back a bit as their skin started to deform against an unseen surface. To each of their shock, it seemed that they could all feel the invisible wall that Holly’s miming had created!
“What the…” Eve wondered.
“How are you…” Sara pondered.
Rachel reached out and poked the wall, and, like a cat testing a glass door, was amazed to be met with resistance. The gang looked up at Holly standing over them. She simply winked in response and resumed pushing forward.
The women on the couch raised their legs a bit, but room was already becoming scarce. The couch was all the way backed up against the wall, and they were already about as snuggled into the cushions as they could be. Or, at least as much as they thought they could be. Thighs were squeezed by thighs and legs were pressed to stomachs as the girls began to have doubts.
“Holly, it’s gettin real cramped in here!” Sara called out from her ever-shrinking alcove in the middle of her girlfriends.
Rachel grunted from curling herself up. “Yeah, I know my thighs are squishy, but this is a bit ridiculous!”
Eve, meanwhile, just bit her lip as the squeeze got tighter around her. Holly had been advancing at a steady pace for a few steps, but now she was meeting resistance. The girls’ bodies had been providing some resistance, yes, but the real obstacle was the couch. Holly gave a few more shoves to get a couple more inches in, but the seat was saving the sapphics from a being smashed. She breathed out a sigh, then turned and walked to the other side of the room.
“Phew!” Rachel sighed, “That was getting tight!”
“Yeah, tell me about it!” Sara said. The other two women had been neglecting to think of her space, leaving her shoulders scrunched at her sides and her arms pinned.
“Yeah, now get this dumb wall off of us!” Eve whined, “It’s a bit uncomfortable being this squished up!”
Holly ignored their complaints. At the other side of the room, she bent down and put one hand on the ground, evoking a football player about to make a tackle.
Rachel peered past the wall of leg keeping the invisible wall at bay from the rest of them. “Uh, Holly, whatcha doin over there?”
Suddenly, Holly came rushing at them full sprint. The trapped damsels had only moments to react before Holly jumped and slammed her whole body weight into the wall!
SMASH with a little bit of SPLAT and some SQUELCH to top it off!
Holly could tell from how much give she felt that the results were as desired. It was only confirmed when she found herself leaning against the wall of the room. The invisible wall of her creation and the room’s wall were now flush, which meant that there was only one incredibly thin space that Holly’s lovers and their precious couch could be occupying.
“Oh man, hope the neighbors didn’t hear that!” Holly said, breaking the mime’s code and dissipating the mime magic that was no longer needed. “Now, let’s see what we have here…” She stepped back to peek at her handiwork.
Where there was once a trio of fully three-dimensional lesbians sitting on a couch, there was now only a decal pasted against the wall. Eve, Sara, Rachel, and even the couch itself were flattened to paper-thinness by Holly’s improbably feat of mimery. The trio were unable to move any part of their flattened bodies besides their eyes, giving Holly all the time she needed to admire the sight.
The first thing that stuck out to Holly was the jumble of squished legs at the forefront of the newly formed poster. The fatty tissue of the women’s legs had been smooshed and spread outward from the impossible application of pressure, causing them to press and squeeze into each other as they were reduced a dimension. It formed a huge splotch of smooth, silky skin with only thin lines differentiating where one began and the other ended. Holly found what she was pretty certain was Eve’s right foot and traced a line up her leg until it met what was probably Sara’s thigh, then continued to draw a line with her finger. No differences could be felt as she transitioned from stroking one girl to the next, all of them pressed to be just as uniformly smooth and plush across the intertwining vines of desirable flesh.
Though, in Rachel’s case, trunks may have been the more appropriate analogy. As the one with the most extra jiggle of the group, the spreading power of the pushing had affected her the most. To Holly’s surprise, Rachel’s thunderous thighs were now a ridiculous size. She practically drooled over the expanse of hot girl leg, wanting to rest her head on it before remembering that there wasn’t much cushion left in the two-dimensional relief she had reduced her lovers to. After ogling for a bit longer, she turned her gaze upward to the frozen, flattened faces she had so casually smashed.
Holly’s eyes drifted from Rachel’s thighs, past her equally squished outward boobs, and up to her round face. Even her slightly chubby cheeks had felt some effects of the pressure, squishing her face into an adorably soft looking shape. Her eyes, stuck open wide from the shock of what happened, looked around the room, then to Holly. They bore a pleading look that was practically asking for an explanation about what just happened to them. She felt like she already knew the answer; after all, she did just experience what was almost unmistakably the feeling of being flattened. Still, she felt like she needed some confirmation that the tightness all over her body was what she thought it was, and that feeling strangely turned on by it was a normal side effect.
The middle of Rachel’s face contained a pink splotch that used to be her plumps lips. From the uneven mass of kissable bliss, a pathetic, inquisitive whimper came.
“Awww, don’t worry Rach, I’ll be careful not to tear you,” Holly teased. She placed two fingers on her lips and then pressed them into Rachel’s, feeling the hot texture she loved oh so much. She then looked to the side to find Sara, who… didn’t seem to be anywhere now that she thought about it.
Where there should have been a petite and paper-thin girlfriend, there was only the place where Eve’s shoulder was shoved into Rachel’s outwardly expanded boob. It took a minute of searching this space and figuring out the configuration before Holly solved the case. A single hand making a peace sign was poking out from between Eve and Rachel. Holly could tell by the size that it was Sara’s hand, and from the position she could tell that it was the only part of Sara’s upper body that wasn’t completely engulfed by the other two girls. It seemed that Eve and Rachel had been more concerned with avoiding the pressure of the wall than with how Sara fit into this, so the poor girl had been utterly scrunched and mashed into the couch by the bigger women before the mime wall had even fully crushed them.
Not that Sara was minding her predicament. As the peace sign implied, she was perfectly at home with a big titty plastered to her face as she was snugly coated in sensual bliss. Sure, it was much tighter than she was used to, but she really couldn’t complain when it felt so good.
Unfortunately, this was more than could be said for Eve. The grimace plastered across her unmoving face was an accurate representation of how she felt about the situation. As the most serious of the group, this silly cartoon shit did not suit her. Though the pressure was causing the same burning desire in her crotch as the other girls, she was much more concerned with the uncomfortable restriction of her new flat form. A groan formed from her section of the poster, and her eyes looked up at Holly to glare daggers at her.
Holly, still unbothered from smashing her lovers, shrugged it off. “Gotta admit Evie, you look super cute when you’re like that. At least, that’s what you tell me when you tie me up.” She leaned over and booped the flat plane that Eve’s nose occupied, “But now it’s my turn to have some fun with you, so get used to it. Hehe!”
Eve rolled her eyes, both at Holly’s ‘too sweet to hurt a fly’ voice and at how she was affected by it so easily.
“And now, without further ado…” Holly declared to her captive audience, “I shall now solve the problem of having too many girlfriends to sit on.”
She hopped over to the lower corner of the couch and started digging her fingernail to get under it. It was still pressed hard against the wall, but she eventually pried the corner loose. With a tug, she pulled the corner away from the wall.
Shhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
With the wholly undignified sound of an extra large sticker being peeled away, the whole ensemble of flatness was removed from the wall. Holly couldn’t hold back a grin as she watched Eve’s face fold when it was halfway peeled and halfway stuck to the wall. Being careful not to cause a tear, she soon removed the living poster from its place, and was left with a huge floppy piece of paper staring at her.
With a whistle, she proceeded to the next phase. She folded the sheet in half, resulting in Eve and Rachel meeting flattened face to flattened face. Rachel let out a muffled giggle at seeing Eve, while Eve simply huffed. Holly ran her hand along the fold to crease it, feeling an especially warm spot somewhere in the middle of the couch. She figured that meant Sara was having a great time somewhere in there.
After the fold, she grabbed Eve and Rachel by the top of their heads and began to roll the paper-thin mass like a scroll. It was surprisingly easy considering the amount of mass that was compressed; she was met with only a light amount of resistance in squeezing the scroll tight, as well as some ineffective moans and whimpers. After getting the tube to an easy to hold size, she folded it in half and creased the edges down. What she was left with could easily be mistaken for any old piece of cloth since a piece of the couch was left on the outside of the bundle. Holly mused about how she could throw them in the laundry like any other rag she had, but she had other plans for the moment.
After a short trip to the bedroom, Holly returned to the living room with her beanbag chair in tow. She scooted it over to the space the couch had formerly occupied, then tossed the folded bunch of lesbians onto it. Tired from all the hard work, she plopped her butt right onto the pile, letting her full weight down. She wiggled her ass deep into the cushion, subjecting the three girls beneath her to a body heat fueled sauna of crushing ecstasy. Though the three of them were not expecting such an intense overload of sensual sensory, none of them could find themselves complaining through their sex-clouded minds.
“Ahhhhhhh, it’s hard work having this many hot chicks to please,” smarmed Holly. She looked up at the flatscreen TV, then looked around the room.
“Shit. I think I’m sitting on the remote.”