Andy checked his phone again. The hunky bearded man wasn't used to being stood up. The kind of guy who didn't respect your time enough to call when he said he would or show up at the restaurant on time generally wasn't boyfriend material. But for some reason even though they had only been dating for a few weeks, Andy got the feeling Reece wasn't that sort of guy. If he wasn't at least texting to give an update, something might have happened.

Rather than let his mind play games with him, he decided it was worth the risk of seeming clingy. He was going to go to the restaurant where Reece worked.

He pushed open the door and scoped the place out. Despite Reece working here for the whole time they had been dating, Andy had never actually eaten here. He hadn't even stopped and sighed. He only knew where it was because he picked him up for a date straight from work a few days prior. The place was one of those “family fun “ restaurants with all sorts of kitschy doodads stuck on the walls Like a low rent rip off of TGI Friday's. The whole place seemed to have been designed to be overwhelming to the senses. It was all so busy, in fact, that it took Andy too full sweeps of the place to realize the life-size cardboard cutout of Reece himself standing beside the bar. Andy smiled at the sight of it. Reece really was a knockout. Lean and athletic, with a boyish face and striking eyes. It was no wonder the restaurant had evidently selected him as their mascot, or model, or whatever you'd call the person starring in your full size standees. What did beg a question was why exactly they'd gone with that expression. He looked surprised, bordering on concerned. The handwritten speech bubble attempted to suit the expression, proclaiming, “Oh no! You weren't leaving without trying one of our signature cocktails, were you?“ but it was still an odd choice, all things considered.

“Can I get you something?” Asked the gruff man standing at the bar. And he knew from chats with Reece that this man was the owner, and that he wasn't a terribly pleasant fellow.

“How about I get you a signature cocktail? The owner said, as though that was a normal thing for a human to say.

“Actually, I'm looking for him,” Andy said, pointing to the standee.

The bartender glanced at the standby.

“Right. The actor. Well, a... The guy up and left. Yeah. Yeah, he said something about pursuing his acting career and just up and left. Didn't even give two weeks’ notice. A real piece of work, that guy.”

Andy narrowed his eyes at the bartender slash owner. The man was a terrible liar. Even if Andy didn't have very good reason to doubt what he was saying, the stiff and decidedly “improvisational” nature of the reply would have come off as disingenuous. Rather than confront him, Andy decided to have a seat at the bar and look for some clues. He ordered a beer and eyed the standee. It was an astonishing likeness. The print resolution must have been super high, because every detail was perfectly crisp. And the texture was distinctive too. It had an odd, rubbery glossiness, a little like a vinyl sticker, but with super subtle variations around the finer details, like there was a gentle emboss around the mouth, the eyes, the nose...

As he stared, something peculiar seemed to happen. The standee’s face seemed to be getting steadily more red. Almost like... It was blushing.

An impossible thought came to mind. It couldn't be true, but there was no sense disregarding it without a test.

“Uh, hey. How about uh... “ Andy spied the booze shelf, and picked a bottle that was nearly empty. “A double shot of BlackBerry Brandy? “

The bartender picked up the nearly empty bottle, realized there wasn’t enough for a double, and grumbled.

“Just a minute. Gotta restock,” he said with a less than convincing degree of politeness.

He thumped off to grab a fresh bottle and Andy snapped into action. He stepped up to the cutout to investigate. A few things became clear. The statue itself was cardboard, but the image of Reece was not a part of it. It was clearly taped onto a preexisting standee, and only in a few spots. There was also one strangely bulgy part, right about where Rece’s unseen back pocket should be. It was an almost perfect rectangle.

“It couldn’t be…” Andy said.

He grabbed his phone and tapped Reece’s contact. After a few moments, the standee was buzzing.

It didn’t seem possible, but Andy was having a hard time deciding which was less likely. Either on the same afternoon Reece had mysteriously vanished without warning and his surly boss had installed a cardboard cut out of him, and tucked his phone behind it… or this was Reece.

Andy heard the bartender returning. It was now or never. He tossed down enough cash to cover his drinks and grabbed the poorly taped top edge of what may have been his boyfriend. A good, fast tug caused the rubbery, eighth inch thick sheet of Reece’s image to flop free. He tried not to think about the implications of what he was doing as he hastily rolled up the limp figure, popping the cell phone free in the process and stuffing it in his own pocket. His brain processed all sorts of unsettling details. The smooth surface was pleasantly warm. He could feel the faintest twitch and shudder in it as he roughly folded over the rolled shape into something potentially concealable. Having decent fashion sense meant he wasn’t wearing cargo shorts or anything else with enough utility to properly carry what had been reduced to something about the size of a well-folded gym towel. So… ignoring the whiff of Reece’s cologne he got when he waved it about, he tugged the back of his shorts down and the back of his shirt up so he could slide the tight roll up into the waistband of his pants.

He could feel the scattered stairs of random patrons as they scurried out the door, but looking like a weirdo was the least of his concerns now. He had to learn if what he suspected was true.

~~~

Andy made it home and shut the door tight. The day was warm, and he practically ran the whole way back to his apartment, so when he reached back to slide the rolled up “standee“ free he found that it was more than a little bit damp. He unfurled it on his bed and gazed at it. This really was an absolutely perfect “ image “ of Reece. Far too perfect to be anything but the real Reece. But how could it be? And more to the point, how could he prove to himself something so absurd?

He squinted at the floppy, rubbery mat of a figure. The jostling, sweaty ride in his shorts had tousled and wrinkled his waiter’s uniform. With a bit of picking and pinching, he managed to lift the edge of the shirt away from the flawless skin. He tugged it up and away until the body almost comically came flopping out. Andy's heart skipped a beat as he got a glimpse of that lean, gorgeous midriff, reduced to two dimensions. A bit more hungrily and roughly, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the flat slacks and tore them free.

“Oh my God... “Andy breathed

Reece's cock was perfectly laminated to his thigh, right next to the birthmark that Andy gently kissed right before... well... before he became better acquainted with the ****. He drank in the glossy, glistening figure of what he now knew could only be the real race.

He should have been shocked. He should have been concerned. He should have been trying to figure out how to fix this. But right now all he could think about was how incredibly hot it was. Andy had always been atop. And Reece had always been a bottom. And he could not imagine anything more “bottom“ than ending up a helpless limp inanimate toy for him to play with. He looked at the pathetic, sexy little rag Reece had become. As he watched and slowly unfastened his pants, two changes came over the reduced lover spread before him.

First, Reece's eyes slowly fought their way from their frozen, vacant expression to locking eye contact with Andy. The other was the gradual, almost adorable little twitch as Reece's dick did its very best to plump up into a proper, 3 dimensional erection. The two signs may as well have been a green light. If Reece was into this, even in his precarious state, then Andy was going to indulge himself properly.

“Uh, uh, uh... “ Andy said, this isn't about you. Right now this is about me “ he underscored the sultry, commanding statement by reaching down and gliding his powerful hands down over Reece's cock mashing it back down against his thigh to complete flatness. He felt the subtlest shiver beneath his palm as he increased the pressure.

“Now... shall we play? “Andy said, his voice halfway between a purr and a growl.

He slid onto the bed, his eyes half littered and sultry. “ I've got so many ideas... but you just look so comfortable. “

He flopped down on the bed beside his Reece-rag, causing the flattened hottie to flutter up and down again. When he was laid out and comfortable he pulled Reece over him. The warm, slick body wasn't quite large enough to cover the burlier top. But the smoothness of the flattened bow and the simple knowledge that it was Reece made it the loveliest blanket he'd ever used. He stroked down his chest through the flat form, eyes shut to more properly focus on the sensations. “How many times have you draped yourself across me? “He mused. “It's never been this literal before, has it? “

He opened his eyes and gazed down along his body. Reece was face up, contoured to Andy's body. Right about where the flattened man’s dick was struggling to bulge free again, his floppy form was tented by Andy's own rock hard shaft. With another near roar of lust, Andy wrapped his hand around the man-wrapped manhood. He squeezed himself tight slowly working himself with the warm, sweat slick body of his boyfriend. He clenched his fist tighter and tighter, until he could feel his every bulge, throb, end vein through the Finn Reece wrapping.

He started to huff, his body sliding quickly toward climax, but just before he could feel himself drifting toward the point of no return, a thought came to mind that was too delicious to ignore.  He yanked the floppy body off him and hastily inverted it. He grabbed the flat ass of his lover with one hand and the floppy head with the other. While he wrapped Reece’s face around his cock to start pumping himself again, he buried his face in the fragrant, slightly crumpled crotch of his man. He huffed the sensual aroma and felt himself tensing, shuddering. With the flat cock of his lover pressed to his lips, he squeezed Reece’s face tight around his cock and pumped it full of hot seed.

As the jets basted Reece’s face, Andy could feel the flattened cock against his lips pulse and swell again, finally popping free once more to flop against his chin like a rubbery ribbon.

“So… you still want to play,” Andy said. “Well, you’ve made a mess of me, and I’ve made a mess of you. SO maybe we should help each other clean up.”

“As he spoke, he slowly rubbed Reece’s face over his cock, swabbing away the aftermath of his climax like Reece was a little more than a jizz rag. When he was through, he climbed from bed and threw Reece over his shoulder like a towel and passed into the bathroom. He twisted the knobs in the shower and waited for the room to slowly fill with steam.

With the clarity of mind that comes with blowing one’s load, the gravity of the situation started to sink in. Two competing thoughts tugged at his mind as he stopped into the shower. On one hand, he’d never felt such raw, erotic power as he had when he’d used Reece like the gorgeous object he’d become. On the other hand, it just wasn’t the same not hearing his voice, feeling his adoring touch. He loved his new toy, but he wasn’t sure if he was willing to give up his boyfriend for good to have it.

He stepped into the shower and held Reece out, soaking him in the hot water both to clean off the remnants of their love making and to prepare to use him as a washcloth. For a moment, he wondered if Reece didn’t just look like a towel, but became absorbent like one, because Andy could feel him getting heavier the longer he was in the shower.

Andy shut his eyes and enjoyed the heat of the water as he rubbed and stroked himself with the flattened face of his lover. Gradually, almost beyond his notice, the texture of the face became more defined. The crumpled body pooled on the floor of the shower bit by bit shifted to a kneeling position. It was getting harder for Andy to drag Reece’s face across his chest, but that was fine. There were other, more pleasurable places that needed attention.

He didn’t notice what was happening until, rather than smooth, soft flesh dragging over his crotch, he felt lips and tongue lavishing attention on his cock. Andy opened his eyes and looked down to find Reece, back to normal, on his knees with Andy’s dick tonsil deep.

“Reece! You’re back! I….” Andy began, trying to tug the gorgeous man away from his crotch.

Reece produced a sound of resistance and reached around to grab Andy’s ass to hold himself in place, gulping greedily at Andy’s cock. It was a lewd act, but also a grateful one. Reece was, in essence, thanking Andy for rescuing him. He was just using his tongue in a very different way to do it. Andy quickly lost any desire to push Reece away. Now that he was back to normal, and clearly no longer in any danger of being trapped as a blanket forever, a little blowjob seemed like a more than appropriate celebration.

Reece knew just how Andy liked it. Within minutes—before the water got cold, the burly top grunted and held Reece in place to receive a fresh couple of hot spurts. With the proper reunion complete, the pair finished their shower together and got dressed.

“I’m so glad you’re back, and that you’re back to normal. But how exactly did you end up tacked to a cardboard cutout like something from a convention expo hall?” Andy asked, flopping down to lie on the couch.

Reece practically pounced on him, lying on him.

“I can tell you what happened to me, but I can’t tell you how it happened to me. What happened was that a-hole owner sent me down to the basement to unload a shipment of dry goods. Something that absolutely was not my job…”

~~~

Reece clicked on the dim basement light and grumbled at the pile of fully loaded pallets waiting to be unloaded. Why the owner had his delivery guys roll these palettes down the ancient conveyor ramp thing from the street level and stack them basically to the ceiling rather than just having them transfer it all to the proper shelves was a mystery to him, but he suspected it had something to do with greed. Not that it mattered. Regardless of the reason, he wouldn’t be back up there earning tips until he was done loading this stuff up, so he may as well get started.

The first stack of palette had been difficult enough to unload, heaped as it was with canned goods. But he wasn’t sure how he was going to unload the second stack. The top-most palette had four kegs of beer loaded on it. And of course the owner hadn’t provided something as useful as a ladder to help him reach stuff.

In retrospect, he probably should have gone back upstairs and got some help. But he just wanted to finish this task and get back to his actual job. So he propped a foot up on one of the lower pallets and stepped up to see if he could heft a keg off on his own.

He didn’t even get to try. The moment he put his weight on the palette, the whole stack shifted. He went sprawling to the floor, the wind knocked out of him. He blinked his eyes, dazed, and realized the keg at the top of the stack was wobbling. The world seemed to switch to slow motion as the keg fell toward him. He scrambled back. The keg hit the edge of the bottom palette, its fall turning into a roll. The heavy steel barrel reached his feet.

Rather than the pain of the out of control keg smashing into him, what he felt was an intense, almost pleasurable spike of pressure.

The barrel mashed his shins, pressed his thighs. When it reached his crotch, the sensation was suddenly such a white-hot bolt of pleasure that it pushed the fear and confusion from his mind and replaced it with raw arousal. He had enough time to arch his back and release the first hint of a moan before it was turned to a groan forced from his lungs by a flattening chest, then a squeak pinched off by a flattening neck. Finally the keg rolled over his head and he was left plastered to the floor. His pressure-induced pleasure was slow to relent. It kept his brain sizzling, practically locked in a state of pen-up arousal that had only barely diminished by the time his boss had appeared to see what the commotion was.

~~~

“The greedy jerk peeled me up and decided it was better to use me for advertising than to try to help me. Who knows how long I would have been there, pressed flat, helpless, and horny if you hadn’t come looking for me. My hero.”

“Helpless and horny, huh?” Andy said.

“Mmhmm. I can’t describe what it’s like. Imagine…. I don’t know, Like you were sort of rubbing one out, and you were getting close. Then, just as you were starting to crank up the friction to finish, someone hit the pause button mid-squeeze. I was so sensitive. So close. Everything felt so good. But I couldn’t cross the finish line. … Not until you wrapped my face around your cock, at least. My god… that was so hot…”

“Easy, tiger,” Andy said. “We’re still trying to figure out how it is physically possible for you to become a sexy, subby sticker.”

“I know, I know. I did think about it while I was on display. And there’s only one thing I could think of. Remember that film shoot I spent a couple weekends on?”

“Sure. We thought it might have been your big break.”

“Well, they made us sign this weird NDA. I don’t remember exactly what it said. Something about giving permission for some sort of pilot program. I remember this other actor, Hans, seemed to be a little more in the loop about that agreement. But if they did something to us on that shoot that warranted a big, fat NDA like that, it could explain something like this.”

“Are you still in touch with Hans? Could we call him?”

“I’m sure I can dig up his number.”

“So what’ve we learned then? Your boss is a dick…”

“I already knew that, but I’m sure not going back there.”

“We’ve learned that all it takes is some warm water to get you back to normal.”

“Thank god for that.”

Andy leaned closer, grinning mischievously.

“But most importantly, we’ve learned… you make a damn good blanket.”

He grabbed Reece tight and flipped over, putting all of his burly heft onto Reece. The bottom giggled gleefully, groaning and squirming as the pressure did its work. Andy could feel himself sinking toward the bed beneath them. The struggling and wriggling started to ease away. He slid himself up, both humping against Reece’s smooth, soft figure and mashing his pretty face flat with his chest. When he finished reducing his boyfriend, he rolled to his back and pulled Reece on top of him.

“We’ll get to the bottom of this. But in the meantime, let’s make the best of it.”