"Just make sure you've got your end," Barbara grunted impatiently.

The young redhead was impatient for a number of reasons. The most pressing was that the massive 102 inch flatscreen, ultra-high definition TV was very, very heavy and she was holding up one end. Another was that she'd saved up for nearly two years to afford the state of the art piece of home electronics and she was eager to try it.

"This wall mount isn't very good," remarked her boyfriend, Brent.

"I spent every dime I had on this TV," she said. "I couldn't afford the super-deluxe mount too! This one fit my budget."

They finally got it hooked onto the flimsy metal support.

"There!" she said triumphantly.

She paced out in front of the towering screen and grinned.

"Get ready for the absolute apex of home entertainment," she said. "Wait'll you see the picture clarity when I turn this thing on."

She leaned down and tapped the power button in the lower corner. Almost immediately she regretted it. Pressing the button caused the TV to wobble worryingly on its cheap bracket. After a moment there was a pop and a creak, then the TV fell forward and *SLAM*, landed right on top of her.

"Barbara!" Brent yelped.

He could hear her muffled complaints, but the TV seemed to be flat on the floor. With a bit of effort, he managed to work his fingers under the edge of the TV and tilted it up. After plenty of grunting and shifting his grip, he finally managed to lean it back against the wall. He'd expected to see the screen shattered and his girlfriend bruised and dazed. Instead, he saw something that seemed utterly impossible.

Barbara was on the screen. She was facing away from him, and she was squished nearly flat. At first he though she was squished against the screen, but when he ran his fingers over her to try to pull her off, he found that she was actually squished on the OTHER SIDE of the screen. Her butt and plump thighs were pressed tight against the glass like she was sandwiched between the screen and the inside of the TV, and her ample chest was squished enough for a fair amount of sideboob to be visible.

"HMLP MMMM!" she murmured.

"Uh... You're sort of... In there. I might have to bust the screen to get you--"

"DMN'T BRMK DMM TMVM!" She urged. "TRM BMTTMS."

"Try... Try buttons? Uh... Okay." He said.

He didn't see why that would work, but then, he didn't see how this had happened in the first place. He tapped the menu button on the remote and decided to go with "Resolution" He cranked it down to standard def.

The screen flickered, then changed.

"MMMMPH!" she squealed.

Lowering the resolution had had a curious effect. The decreased display real estate meant that her body was much, MUCH bigger. She was now squashed paper thin and had grown to fill every inch of the screen. He hastily increased the resolution, and in doing so raised it up above the original size. She went from packing the screen edge to edge to only being about two feet tall. Aside from meaning she could stand up straight, she was also much less squished. Her butt was still spread against the glass, and her chest was still squished a bit, but the rest of her could move a bit. She turned her head to the side.

"I don't know what you did," she said, "but do it again."

"Are you--"

"I SAID DO IT AGAIN!"

He jumped the resolution to the maximum, and after a bit more flickering. She reappeared at perhaps six inches tall. Now she was finally no longer pressed against the glass. She turned and adjusted her shirt and shorts, both of which had ridden up quite a bit with all of the squashing.

"Whoa," she said, gazing through the glass at him. "You're... really big."

"No, honey. You're really small. I should probably fix the resolution. We don't want--"

"Uh, I think I'm the one who knows more about this TV than you. And speaking as someone who's just been squashed flat, I'd like to avoid that again in the immediate future." She looked to the side. "I see some ports here, on the side. I think I might be able to squeeze through."

She paced over the the right side of the screen and leaned against something just beyond the bezel.

"Unf. Its no good. ... Maybe you need to have a wire hooked up to it."

"I guess it's worth a try."

He dug through the box and found an HDMI cable. After plugging it in, she tried again.

"No good. Find something else to hook it up to."

"Like what? I left my laptop at work."

"I don't know. Think of something."

It took a bit of searching, but after connecting a series of three adapters together, he plugged in the other end.

"Okay, Barbara. Try it."

She leaned aside again. This time, with a bit of a squeaky slurp, she slid out of view. A moment later, a rather enticingly curvy bulge started working its way down the HDMI wire. It squeezed its way through adapter after adapter, and eventually reached the end of the line--his cell phone.

Her arrival on the device made two things completely clear. First, the phone's screen wasn't sized for someone of her buxom physique, because when she squeezed into view, she was once again pressed flat against it. This highlighted the other significant development. Somewhere between the TV and the phone, she'd lost her clothes. She was now completely naked, her chest squashed flat against his cell phone screen. 

"What'd you do?" she asked, her face squeezed against the screen.

"You're in the phone! It was the best idea I could come up with. Wait, let me see if I can bring up something to..."

He swiped at the screen, but when he grazed his finger across her breasts, they squished a bit more and wobbled aside with his motion.

"Oh..." She said with a shiver. "Do that again."

"Oh... Right," he said. "Touch screen."

He ran his finger down her body, causing her to squirm and squeak against the screen.

"Should I... Should I look up some troubleshooting to fix this?" he asked.

She blushed and gazed at him from his screen, cuddling a little closer. "... Maybe later..."

For the next fifteen minutes, he played with her, his finger tips pinching and tugging, pressing and caressing her squished-flat, palm-size body. From the giddy little giggles and squeals that came from her, she was enjoying it even more than he was. It wasn't until a notification dropped down and bopped her on the head that he realized how long he'd been at it.

"Oh, Jeez! I'm going to be late for work! Sorry, honey! We'll get back to this later."

With that, he slid his newly portable girlfriend into his pocket and hurried for the door.