Living with malleability powers certainly has its perks, especially when it comes to your horniess. You can’t imagine how good it feels to be flattened, to have your body stripped of its third dimension as you are smushed by someone using all their strength. God, just thinking about it now turns me on. Oh, I should probably introduce myself before we get into the thick of my story.

My name is Rachel, I’m a 26-year-old pansexual woman, what can I say I find all sorts of people to be hot. Ever since I realized the scope of my malleability I had always been turned on by being under someone’s complete control. At first, it was sexually, for example being someone’s little fuck toy. But as I discovered how much I could be mashed into putty, my specific turn-ons increased.

Not necessarily in what I wanted to be done to me, I certainly do have something I’d love to happen to me, but in how I was treated. Just the thought of being flattened by someone and them dictating whatever they wanted to do to me is just so hot. What can I say, I’ve always been naturally submissive.

Anyway, I had longed to find someone to use me. Having, or hell, even knowing about some people’s malleability isn’t that well known from where I’m from. Anytime I tried to get a date, or partner, to flatten me, squish me, melt me, they’d always just say that I was plain crazy. They couldn’t wrap their head around that I, physically, wasn’t like anyone else.

Still, I wanted to get my fix of being under someone’s control. Determined that I was, I didn’t stop until I found someone who would put me in my place. After months of searching, I came upon him. He was around 26, blonde, average height, and just so happened to be trans, I’m not mentioning that to say how different he was but to say that trans guys are hot too! His name was Matt.

I found him on one of those dating apps, one especially for those looking for someone to dominate them. We pretty quickly shared a few messages back and forth and decided on a date for my much-dreamed-about domination. Early on I talked about my malleability and how I wanted to be mushed, squished, flattened, whatever he came up with, by him. Thankfully, he was open to it, despite never getting with a squishy girl before.

Our meeting was to take place at his house, a small little abode with no defining features. Excitedly I came up to his door and knocked. After a couple of minutes, he came to the door. ‘My god, he was even hotter than I thought.’ I told myself as he let me in. We got to small talking and before I knew it he was ready to use me.

I was ready too but nervous, nobody had flattened me, intentionally, before. Laying down on his fluffy carpet I took a few quick breaths before telling him, “I’m ready.” Despite my lenience with what he was to do to me I only had one specific request, he had to flatten me using nothing but his body. Whether he stepped on me, sat on me, or someway else, he just had to use himself.

So, looking up at Matt I couldn’t help but get turned on as I waited for him, my god, to flatten me. I watched as he came toward me and started to walk all over me. My legs were flattened as he ran his socked feet over them, they effortlessly squishing my body. Each step was near orgasmic. With each step I let out a moan, it just felt so good.

He came to my waist and as he planted his foot on my lady bits I could hardly wait to see how it was to feel. And it felt incredible. Not to be crass but I practically came as he stomped down, turning my vagina into nothing but flattened mush. Moaning now was too weak a form to show my lust, my horniess. Even describing how it felt wouldn’t paint a clear enough picture.

Finished with flattening my most essential parts, he began to work his way up me. First, he walked all over my chest until it was paper. Then, he proceeded to tread over my arms and shoulders, leaving my other two essential parts for last. Without any warning, he jumped up and flattened one of my boobs. To say I came at that would be an understatement, even more so as without giving me anything to process what just happened he jumped up and flattened my other boob.

Surprisingly he let me stew in my pleasure for a while. Despite that I wanted more than anything for him to finish the job, to flatten this little bitch into an immobile, mute sheet of paper. I didn’t have to wait long as after a few minutes he came back into view, treaded over me, and stopped right in front of my head. This was the moment I was waiting for, the moment I became nothing but his little toy.

I watched, hornily, excitedly, as he lifted up his socked foot, a sock, a little dirty, and proceeded to lift it over my face. He stopped just a few centimeters above it. All I could see was his socked sole, the worn white sock. The smell from it, albeit not particularly nice, turned me even more on. Without any words, he slowly planted his foot on my face. Every second my head lost a centimeter before, like the rest of my body, it became barely an inch thick.

I was now completely flattened, whatever happened to me now was up to him, and it was exactly how I wanted it to be. Lifting his foot off my face he placed it on my flat breast before looking down at me. Despite his trying not to show it his cute face gave away how much he was enjoying this. Looking down at me he rubbed his foot over me, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body, as he began to tell me what he was going to do to me.

“I bet you’re eagerly waiting for what I’m going to do to you know and don’t fret we'll get to that in a while. We just now have to decide on what’s going to happen first. So far I’ve come with a few ways that I’m going to use over the next couple of hours, each one certain to make you know your place. My first idea was to fold you, flatten you even further, and mold you into a perfect shoe insole. My second was to fold you into a perfect square and use you as a seat cushion for a little while. My third was to flatten you as wide as possible, hopefully into the size of a blanket. My fourth and final idea was to melt you. I did my research and found out that you malleable people can not only be melted but be reformed but most importantly be molded into stuff. I’m not going to tell you what yet but just know that it’ll be your new form for the next few weeks. Obviously, I’m not going to keep you, that’d be too cruel, but you’re still going to mine. I think that what we should do first is get you acquainted with my ass.”

Stepping off of me, Matt grabbed my body and turned it upside down. He folded my legs so that they were near my head and folded me in half. I was little more than a 2x1 foot rectangle of flattened flesh with my face on top of it all. He roughly grabbed me, threw me onto this couch, and then threw himself on.

I was instantly blinded as his butt settled into place, getting comfortable.  Squished even further down I could do nothing with his weight on me. He didn’t even weigh that much but that didn’t matter, it seemed that he was putting all his weight on me. His sweatpants-covered ass was all that I could focus on. All of this felt so good.

Sure, I had been sat on before, quite a few times actually, but never like this. Whenever I had a date do so I tried my hardest to keep my 3d form but now, I couldn’t. I was firmly under Matt’s control. With how he folded me my face was perfectly placed so that his entire butt was covering me.

His cute little ass that was going to be my friend for the next couple of hours. Despite not being able to see what he was doing I could tell he was enjoying this. Every couple of minutes he’d grind ass into me, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through me, producing this weird feeling of zig-zagging enjoyment.

For 4 hours we stayed like this, me a squished pile of flattened women under my newfound god’s ass. I was so squished down that I could barely hear anything around me, like that mattered anyway. Sadly though, after one final bit of grinding on me, he stood up and looked back at me, laughing. He swiftly took his phone out, took a picture of me, and showed me.

On his couch was myself, barely a few inches thick with a deep ass-print imprinted on my form in such a way that each of my eyes was separated on each cheek-print. Just seeing that would’ve made me orgasm, when I could, but now I couldn’t. No, all I was now was just a horny sheet of person paper.

After taunting me for a few minutes he walked away, leaving me all by myself, still flattened and covered in his ass sweat. After a little while he came back into view, this time in some new clothes. Gone were his black hoodie and sweatpants, now he was in a tank top and gym shorts. Aside from that, he looked the same, his longish curly hair wasn’t tied back.

“I suppose you are wondering why I changed my clothes, well, what I’m going to do to you next required a costume change. Seeing as we’ve just done my second idea it’s time for us to go back and do the first. It’s an absolutely perfect day to go for a run and you just happen so to be made of the perfect material to become a good shoe insole. I just got to flatten you a bit further though.”

I watched as he reached out towards me, rubbing his long, slender fingers over my flattened self. He promptly grabbed me and folded me into thirds, split up into the left side of my form, the middle, my face, and the right side. I was folded in a way so that only my face and a bit of other assorted parts were on top. He then brought me into his kitchen.

Slamming me down upon the kitchen table, I couldn’t wait to see how he was going to make me flatter. Despite my initial thinness, I was still pretty thick, and a bit too big. From the corner of my eye, I saw as he dug through his utensil drawer before stopping and pulling out what was to get me down to size, a rolling pin. The perfect toy for any malleable person, I’ve used it before on myself but nobody else had, now Matt was too.

He walked over to me, mercilessly brought the rolling pin down, and flattened me some more. Each roll reduced my thickness, each roll excited me more and more, each roll putting me in my place. This went on for a few minutes, each minute going very slowly, both he and I were enjoying this. Finally, I was the perfect thickness for a shoe insole but there was still one problem, I was a bit too long.

No matter though as he folded and flattened me some more. Now I was the perfect insole. A form I knew I was going to love. You see, alongside my fetishism of my own malleability, I had always had a foot fetish. A pretty serious case too, despite never really going into my playability I always made sure to delve into the feet of my dates.

From occasional bouts of foot worship, ticking, licking, getting stepped on, anything a foot fetishist would like I did. I did so for almost all my dates, cis-women, trans women, cis-dudes, trans-dudes, enbys, any date with cute feet I was certain to enjoy them. So it was no stranger to me of the intense excitement I was feeling now. All I needed Matt to do now was to put me into his shoe, to make me his insole.

Which he soon thereafter did. Grabbing me roughly he placed me into his sneaker, a typical running shoe that had definitely been owned for a while. As I was slid in I could already smell the intense funk inside it, the funk that was soon to become my cocoon. I was placed on top of his other insole, a battered mess of foam, completely filthy from foot sweat.

He pressed down on me, making sure I was firmly in place to give him maximum comfort. I was beyond excited for what was to happen next. I watched as he placed me onto the ground and his foot came into view. His hot little foot, covered in a dirty white sock, started to creep closer and closer. Finally, it came right into view as it slid into the shoe.

He very slowly put his foot in. As I felt his toes settle into place at the top of my head I knew that I was in the right place. Soon after the rest of his foot settled into place, his sole completely being my world. I was now a true insole, my only purpose now was to comfort my god. I knew I was going to love this, especially when he took his first step in me.

Placing his entire weight on me I knew the moment I had been waiting for had come. In less than a second he lifted his foot, me along with it, and crashed back down. My first step as an insole. The impact from it shot pure orgasmic bliss throughout my entire being. Thank god I couldn’t moan otherwise I might have deafened him.

Before I could even wrap my head around the feeling he stepped again, and again, and again. Each step rocketing bliss throughout me. Then he started to pick up his pace, the time between steps grew shorter and shorter, his impacts growing harder and harder. I knew he was running now, and it felt so good.

Each step practically overestimated my brain so I was pretty much an unthinking mess by the time he officially started his run. Not that I was mad at that, no, I was happy. I have never been this dominated before, let alone by someone’s feet. Even if I couldn’t process everything going on I could still at least feel it.

While in bliss I started to taste something faint. Something extremely salty yet sweet, something that I knew instantly. Matt had started sweating. And I not only was tasting it but… absorbing it. Now I really was an insole. What was Rachel was no more, I was just an insole, at least for now. The run went on for another hour or so, me not thinking but enjoying myself.

This was all that I ever wanted, I was the insole for someone hot. If this was good then how great would his other idea be? Well, I was to know soon enough. After a few hours of being treaded and sweated on he started to slow down, but it wasn’t over yet. At first, I assumed we’d reach home but after a few minutes that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t really tell what he was doing but I figured he must be colling down.

I knew we arrived back at his house as I faintly heard his keys jingle as he unlocked his door. He shut it and slipped his foot out of me. Not paying me any mind he walked away, letting me stew in his foot funk as his sweat started to dry. He left me alone for what felt like hours. All I could do was think about all that happened so far. Being squished by his ass, being stepped on, being under his control.

When he came back into view he was wearing his workout gear and was a sweaty mess, though still pretty sexy. I watched as his hand started to approach me. His finger then pinched around the bottom of my form before pulling me out of his shoe. It took quite a bit of force though, I was practically embedded into this shoe. Holding me up to his face we took a sniff.

“God you stink, you smell just like a well-worn shoe insole, but I suppose you like that. Sorry for leaving you in there for a little while but I had to cool off after our multi-mile run, I hope you understand. I would normally directly shower after a run but I wanted to wait until I had any ideas to use you during it, and I have. I just have to unfold you though.”

Using one of his nails he pried around my flat body until he found a little crevice. From there he proceeded to pull me about, each tug on me sent more waves of pleasure throughout. After a little bit of effort, he had me back to normal size, though I was still flat and less than an inch thick. With how much sweat I absorbed I was practically soaking wet.

“I didn’t know I worked out that hard in you,” he said “Though I can’t blame myself, you make a great insole. Now, for our next bit of fun, we’re going to get to know each other pretty well. Seeing as we’re both adults I’m assuming you’ve seen other people naked right? But I bet you haven’t gotten to know them closely while they were. So, as a little treat to you, you’re going to help me out in the shower. Not as a towel though, no, you’ve got to clean also. What do you say to being my washcloth?”

‘YES!’ I practically shouted in my mind. I was carelessly brought to his bathroom whereupon I was thrown into his shower. I could barely see it but he proceeded to strip naked. Then he came back to me, completely nude. Stepping into the shower he made sure to smoosh me down into the tub, my body keeping him from slipping in there.

Once in he turned on the shower. The cold water felt like daggers upon my flattened flesh, pleasureful daggers but still daggers. As the water started heating up he grabbed me again and proceeded to wring me out. As he did so it was hard to tell what was what, was the water around me his foot sweat or the shower water? Like I cared, when he rung me it felt so good.

As his sweat left my body he bundled me up inside his hand before grabbing a bar of soap. He scrubbed the soap within me, getting rid of the dirt and grime from his foot. Once I was clean he used some more soap on me and used me on himself. I was dragged up and down his sexy legs, his lanky arms, around his small waist, up his chest with its scars.

Using more soap he used me to wash his face. Either unintentionally or not he used my lower half to do so, effectively putting my pussy in his face. But that wasn’t the best part, no, far from it. It was time for the piece de resistance. He lowered me down to his waist and used my face to wash his boypussy. He slowly dragged me up and down, pushing me close and close to it.

Obviously turned on he proceeded to continue to rub himself through me until he came. Covered in clean water and cum I couldn’t think of any other thing I wished to be covered in. He washed me off again before wringing me out, alleviating my body from the water. Now practically dry, and both of us extremely horny, he turned off the shower. He pulled back the shower curtain and unceremoniously placed me on the floor. I knew instantly what he was going to do next.

I watched as he stepped out of the shower and onto me. Once more firmly under his feet he dried himself on top of me, all the excess water lading on and getting absorbed by me. He felt me there as he put on some clothes. Grabbing me off the floor he ringed me out once more before properly drying me off with a towel.

Looking down at me, he talked to me again. “Now wasn’t that great, I know I certainly enjoyed it. After working out and dominating you I’m certainly tired. And like always, I have a way to make you a part of my sleep. It’s time for my third idea, to see how wide you can get.”

He brought me into his living room where he had left a wide open space. Laying me down, he walked over me, with his bare feet, and into another room.  When he came back he was carrying a huge rolling pin. Without any words, he rolled me over. I was flat now, now much more wide. He did so again, and again, and again. By the time he was finished, I was less of a flat woman and more of a sheet of flattened flesh.

“Y’know,” he said “You turned out better than expected. I was going to use you as a blanket but you’re definitely better suited for being my bed cover. I suppose you don’t mind, do you? It’s a good thing I have you in handy tonight, my laundry isn’t done yet.”

I watched as he walked away, presumably putting away the rolling pin. He came back, picked me up, and brought me to his bedroom. Spreading me out, he laid me on top of his bare bed. Putting my edges under the bed he made sure I was perfectly laid out. I watched as he grabbed his pillows, put them onto of me, and grabbed his other sheets and put them on. If anyone were to look for half a second they wouldn’t see the living woman under all his bedding.

I practically fell asleep myself as I waited for him to come back after leaving me, which he did after an hour or two. Very tired he didn’t pay me any mind as he crawled into bed, onto me. With my entire body stretched out I was extremely sensitive. So, as he laid down upon me I was experiencing pleasure to the nth degree.

He pulled up the other sheets and started to drift off to sleep. As he did so he began to absentmindedly rub himself over me. His hand happened to be where my crotch ended up so that whole night as he twisted and turned I was in a constant state of arousal. I never knew I could be this utterly helpless, and I liked it.

The night passed by very slowly, I couldn’t sleep, so I had to spend minute after minute in constant, unending pleasure. Not that I didn’t enjoy that though, I most certainly did.

The following morning he woke up without a thought towards me. He sleepily woke up, made his bed, got dressed, and left his bedroom. Had he forgotten about me, even after all the fun we had? My worry was given up as he came back in and unmade his bed, grabbing me and replacing me with his normal bed cover.

“I hope you had a restful sleep. I know I did, you were so comfortable I didn’t want to get up. Then again if I hadn’t we couldn’t have made you into your next and final form. I’m not going to tell you what yet but you’re going to enjoy it. Well, it’s three forms. Two are the same and one is extra special. I just got to get you melted though before we do anything.” he said.

What was he going to transform me into? What could he have thought up? And how was melting going to feel? I've been flattened, molded, mushed, inflated but not melted. I was soon going to find out as he brought me out into his kitchen. He pulled out a pot and, after folding me up, put me inside. I felt as he turned on the heat, initially unpleasant, but after a while, it started to feel nice.

Then I began to feel it happen, I started to melt. My lower half was first, my flattened from slowing becoming a liquid. As the heat worked its way up my awareness of what part of myself was what became to lessen. I couldn’t tell what was boobs or what was foot. As my head melted I resigned myself to whatever he was going to do to me. Stewing in my melted, jumbled-up form I waited for a few minutes before he came into view.

He turned off the heat and proceeded to pour me into three molds. A large majority of me went into one mold while an equal amount went into the other two. I was left in the recess of them until I was finally solid. He carefully popped me out of the molds, before grabbing all three of my parts and bringing them to a mirror. I could see out of all three of my new forms but I couldn’t see what I became.

“So, how do you like your new forms? I hope you enjoy them for the next 3 weeks. Thank you again for allowing me to dom you, I never knew how fun it would be to flatten and melt someone. After you’re back to normal I wouldn’t mind if you’d come back around here, I would certainly enjoy your company, whether you're flat or not.”

I looked into the mirror and in his hands were three flesh-colored objects, two shoe insoles, and a dildo, me. He promptly put the two parts of me into his shoes before bringing me to his bedroom, where, he had a bit of fun.

In and out, in and out, in and out. I was forcefully shoved in and out of his boypussy as he masturbated, not with a dildo, with me. It felt incredible, and as he climaxed I certainly knew once I was human again I was definitely going to come back around to his place, whether I was going to be normal or not.

After he was done, he put that half of me away into a drawer by his bed, blinding me. Left with only two points of vision I waited to see him again. It wasn’t long wait as he came into view a few minutes later.

“Wow, that felt great, I never knew using my own human fuck toy would feel so good. Now, it’s time I run that off.”