Trish paced nervously through the halls of the large manufacturing plant. She wasn’t entirely certain what they expected from her. She was just an intern, and so far she’d received zero training. All manner of conveyor belts and dangerous-looking machines were aligned in rows along a factory floor. She could foresee being terribly hurt if she misused one of these machines, but she tried to calm herself with the reasoning that the people in charge wouldn’t put her in any danger.
“Okay. Intern number 125. You have been selected to help us test our sleep system, from manufacture to packaging and distribution.”
“Um… Okay,” she said sheepishly, tugging at the plain white uniform she’d been given. “What do I have to do.”
He let her up to a large, transparent box. It was a fair bit taller than her, and a fair bit wider too. But it was quite narrow. The supervisor pulled at a small handle on the narrow end and opened the side like a hatch.
“Step inside please.”
She looked uncertainly at the box. There were tubes leading off the top corners, but that didn’t concern her. What made her uncomfortable was the fact that the box was only about as thick as she was. She’d have to sidle into it and even suck in her gut a bit to fit inside.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Inside please.”
She took a breath and started to edge her way in. It took a bit of effort to force her thigh through the little lip around the hatch. Her chest—large by no means—was a bit of difficulty as well. She had to jiggle and shuffle a bit to get her bosom inside, and even then it squished a bit and slid squeaked embarrassingly across the interior as she edged further.
“It’s a little tight,” she said, her voice reverberating inside the hollow box. “And it smells a little funny. Like plastic or rubber or something.”
“Just step to the center please,” the supervisor said simply.
She nodded and tried to ignore the squeegee-like squeak as she slid her body to the center. She was still a step or two away from the indicated position when the supervisor shut and latched the see-through hatch. A fresh sweep of anxiety went through her.
“W-what next?” she asked.
“Breath naturally. We’ll take it from here.”
She tried to oblige, but a deep breath pressed her belly against the plastic of the chamber as well, so she had to breathe a bit shallow. A low hiss filled the chamber. It brought with it a host of odd sensations. Her ears felt a bit like they were about to pop.
“Remain calm. We are monitoring from here and we will let you know if anything out of the ordinary happens,” the supervisor said before she could object.
She nodded again. The motion felt odd, like her neck was getting a little stiff. She shut her eyes. The stiffness in her neck got a bit worse. Not painful, just like there was a pressure that was making it hard to move. A similar stiffness started to creep down from her shoulders. Her arms rose out to her sides. She tried to hold them down, but whenever she relaxed the bounced back up. Soon her legs were starting to spread out as well. When she felt her chest, already flattened against the plastic, started to press harder and spread, she finally opened her eyes.
Almost immediately, she wished she hadn’t. What she saw defied belief. Her arms, he legs, her whole body was puffing up. Inflating. Her thighs, belly, butt, and chest were already squashed hard against the front and back of the box. With each passing moment they were growing and spreading, squeaking outward. She tried to open her mouth to express her concern, but before she could, her face pressed against the glass as well. It too had been plumping up, and now her worried expression was squashed comically against the glass.
She felt herself growing more and more, her ears ringing with the rubbery creaks and squeaks of her body grinding against the walls. Soon she could feel her hips pressing at the far sides of the chamber. She swelled. Her legs met in the center and her feet pushed out to the lower corners. Gradually, every inch of space inside the box was taken up by her plumping body. When she couldn’t so much as blink a squished eye, the hissing finally stopped.
The supervisor tapped some buttons and the walls of the box pulled away. Each disengaging wall peeled away from her now shiny, rubbery skin with a *SHRRRRIP* before she jiggled back to her now rectangular shape. The shock and confusion of confinement and inflation slowly gave way to the pleasant sensitivity of her transformed flesh.
“Hmm… the manufacturing process seems sound.”
Her supervisor reached out and gave her a light shove. The warm hand pressing against her made her whimper, or at least try to, but her mouth was sealed and spread into a bizarre little grin somewhere in the top of the front face of the block she’d become. Another light shove was enough to set her off balance and she flopped back, slapping against the conveyor belt behind her. The impact made her jiggle and bounce like a slab of gelatin, and the rippling and quivering lit her mind on fire. It felt so good. Like all of her most sensitive parts were being lightly but vigorously pinched at once. She managed to release a low, almost silent moan.
“Hmm,” said the supervisor, looking down over her. “I think it is time for some Quality Assurance testing. Get Intern 126 in here.”
Trish wobbled slightly and gazed up at the ceiling, since she couldn’t do much else, until a pretty young intern not unlike herself appeared. Or at least her former self. The cute face peered down at her curiously.
“Oh, it’s a mattress you want me to test.” Her nose crinkled up a bit and she snorted. “That’s a funny pattern.”
“Just test it, please.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
The young woman crawled onto the bed, her weight causing Trish to creak and dimple. As she crawled across, the intern’s motions felt positively sinful. She every place her palms or knee pressed down felt like it was grinding against something intimate. It made her heart start to race, and prompted a few more half-silent moans.
Her coworker sprawled out over her, the full weight of her curves now sagging against her surface.
“Mmm…” murmured the intern. “So soft.”
The tester wriggled pleasantly and rubbed her face against what had become of Trish’s sex. She all but yelped in delight.
“The texture is weird. Kind of like laying on a balloon. But it’s so comfy,” she purred.
“That will be all. Thank you.”
“Aw,” the intern said. “Can’t I stay just a little longer.”
“Only if you want to stay for packaging.”
“Mmm… That’s fine.”
“Very well.”
As the intern sighed happily and spread her arms and legs out to fully enjoy the bed that Trish had become, the supervisor tapped a few more controls. A soft rustling noise filled the air, then in a dizzyingly swift motion, Trish felt something sweep under and over her. Her vision was lightly obscured by a sheet of something translucent. After a second or two, it drifted down and settled over both her and her tester.
“Huh?” the intern said. “Wait. What is this, plastic wrap? Shouldn’t I—whoa!”
Trish wobbled sharply as the conveyor belt she was on jerked into motion. It moved her beneath a large white rectangular metal sheet. The intern on top of her was distracted, trying to shove and push at the plastic sheet she was now trapped beneath, so she didn’t notice as the sheet of metal started to descend. It moved slowly, not catching the intern’s attention until her questing hands pressed against it.
“What? This doesn’t seem right. Aren’t you going to…MMMMMmmmm…”
Trish quivered with glee as she felt the weight of the intern’s body press harder into her. Her squished cheeks were blushing as the squirming and struggling intern stretched and shoved against her sensitive flesh. Soon the press met her surface and started to squeeze her down further. It was an exquisite agony, the pleasure ticking up with the pressure. Inch by inch she was compressed flatter, and with each lost bit of depth she crept closer to what she felt certain would be a glorious release. But it didn’t. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and doubly so where the intern’s compressing body met hers. But as much as she ached and hummed with pleasure, that last little nudge eluded her.
A light “clink” signaled the press bottoming out. If she had any mind to spare, she would have been astounded that two humans had been compressed to the thickness of a dime by this powerful machine. She might have been concerned at the sizzle of heaters sealing the ends of the sheet that enclosed her. But all she could think about was “bounce, squeeze, rub” The sensations she badly needed to finally hit her climax.
The press lifted, but laminated into their large baggie, neighter Trish nor her tester had any way to puff back up. They remained little more than a shiny, vaccum-packed pad with a two-dimentional young woman flattened against the surface of an intern-turned mattress.
She felt little dabs of pressure on her back and suddenly she was flopping over onto herself, her body folding in half and tucking her tester inside. Another quick press creased her, preventing her from flopping open again.
Now she was in the darkness, her eyes packed inside the folded over packet. If she listened past the rattle of the conveyor belt, she could just hear the light whimper of the intern plastered against her. For a moment she wrenched her brain away from its fixation on the stimulation that seemed locked just at the brink of climax and focused instead on trying to struggle. If she really tried maybe she could peel herself back open.
The forward edge of her folded body met a slope, then rollers started to nudge her forward. It was a mind (and body) bending experience, but she felt herself start to flex and tighten, her plastic-wrapped body coiling upon itself, further increasing the pressure and further decreasing the already miniscule mount of motion she could manage.
Finally she was nothing more than cylinder about the size of a roll of paper towels. A mechanical piston thumped her edge and she slid into the confines of a cardboard box.
Deep inside her, curled all around in her layers like the filling of a jellyroll, the intern murmured and tried to squirm. Trish tried to do the same. She wanted to uncoil herself, to slip out of the box and tear free of the plastic. But not for the reason she should have. All she wanted, more than anything, was to be wobbling on the ground with a warm body cuddling and bouncing against her. She wanted someone to rub and squish and squeeze her. She wanted the sensations to push her past the near-orgasm she was locked in. Sure, she’d be a mattress. But she’d be a happy one.
Until then, until she was delivered and her new owner plumped her up and tucked her in, all she could do was clutch and squeeze at her softly murmuring partner.
Outside, at the edge of her hearing, the Supervisor spoke.
“Okay. That looks like a pass. Let’s start ramping up production. We’re going to need a lot more interns.”