Looking around the office, Rose noticed that everyone else was busy. Johanna was focused on trying to find some way to get her work done fast, Jaclyn was off somewhere else, and Mary was glued to her phone. 

As a result, this meant that nobody was paying attention to her. As such, seeing an opportunity to get her fix, she opened another tab on her work computer. 

Peering around one last time, she made sure the coast was clear. Given that it was, she felt comfortable typing FLATT3NM3.COM  into the search bar.

After a moment, her favorite flattening kink website opened up and, after putting in her login, she began to browse it. Her eyes poured over tales of women being crushed by doors, giant paper rollers, and machinery not too dissimilar to Fondre Corp’s own.

More often than not, she’d click a post, read it for a moment, then put it in her “Read Later” folder. After all, she couldn’t fully enjoy it while at work. 

Some of these stories required a more private reading space. Although it didn’t hurt to read a little bit of them now. It did pass the time. 

Getting caught up in the website, her mind was now elsewhere. As a result, she practically had a heart attack when she heard “ROSE!’ 

“Rose, jeez, girl. Can’t you hear me? I’ve been calling you’re name for the past couple of minutes.” Right above her monitor was, for all intents and purposes, her boss, Katrin. 

“.....Oh, um….uh… Sorry, ma’am.” Rose mumbled out, as eyes kept looking up and down. As soon as she fully realized who was in front of her, she made sure to quickly close the tab.

“Wha-what would you like, ma’am?” Rose asked, her cheeks slowly becoming red from embarrassment. 

With her pausing for a moment, she was sure that she caught on to what she was looking out.

“Alright, so Ms. Fondre told me to go fix one of our various clothing pressers and….”

At that, Rose breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Looking at her, confused, Katrin waited a second before continuing. 

“Well, I don’t have any time today to go fix it, especially since I had to wait for you for so long. So, if you could go look at it, that’d be great.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Rose meekly responded.

“Alright, good. Just make sure to get back to work once you’re done, alright. You’ve been starting to slack off recently. Make sure you step up your effort.”

With that, Katrin turned around and went back to her office. Looking down at her computer, Rose rapidly deleted her search history and logged out.

Walking over to the press, it took her barely any time to figure out what was wrong with it. Normally, it would stop for a second before its flat metal form came down for a couple of seconds, with it then being raised again.

However, at the current moment, it was going haywire. It kept slamming up and down, thinking that whatever was under it wasn’t flat enough. For a moment, Rose thought about how hot being crushed by the thing would be.

Although after a couple of seconds, her attention shifted back to the giant piece of machinery in front of her. She had to fix it, lest she make Katrin more angry than she already was. 

Nearby, she found its control panel and promptly shut off the machine. Despite how nice it would probably feel to be crushed by this thing, she didn’t need that right now. 

Looking over the giant thing, she discovered that the main way to access its interior was the press itself. Right in the middle was this small, barely a foot-long sheet of metal.

Underneath it was a small control panel, where all the press’s inputs were. It was honestly quite weird, especially since the larger control panel only had the options on and off.

However, given that Fondre often bought the most cost-saving equipment, she couldn’t be too surprised. Having little to no mechanical experience, Rose barely understood what each switch controlled. 

Most switches were pointing upwards, except for one. So, without giving much thought, she turned it back on. Satisfied with getting it done, Rose stayed for a second under the giant press. 

Overhead, she heard the sound of steam being released. Nearby, at the larger control panel, a worker, not seeing Rose, pressed the on button.

She barely had any time to react as the press suddenly came down, flattening her. In addition to the sound of the press slamming down, the sound of a woman in ecstasy was heard as well.

The press lifted up, leaving the flattened Fondre Corp employee on the base of the machine. As she took in everything that had just occurred, it happened again. And again. And Again. 

It had been some time since Katrin had sent Rose off to go fix the press. A little too much time. There were things that needed to be done, lest Ms. Fondre get angry at her.

Entering the main office, she found everyone at their respective office space, everyone save for Rose. Noticing this, she got angrier. I mean, who did Rose think she was, going off wherever she pleased?

Entering the main factory of Fondre Corp, she belined it to the press. She was greeted by a functioning press. It seemed that Rose had actually done what she was told, at least in that regard.

Katrin was about to explore more of the factory when she noticed it. At the base of the press was a sort of small, peach and yellow-colored flat object.

Seeing this, she had one of the factory workers stop the press to investigate. Walking under it, she was greeted by the sight of the missing Fondre Corp worker, Rose.

Although, unlike most times, she’d find her flattened, she was compacted. Instead of increasing in size by being flattened, she was somehow diminished.

She now found herself squished into being less than a foot long. Katrin had never seen one of the employees flattened like this. 

Looking up, she noticed that right in the middle of the press was a panel of switches, roughly the same size as Rose.

As it turned out, during her time being pressed, Rose had managed to end up under the switchboard, all while still being flattened.

Bending down, she peeled the flattened employee off the ground. As she did, she heard Rose moan, finding enjoyment in being flattened like this.

Hearing this, Katrin’s anger at her underling reached a breaking point.

“Alright, you little scrub! I tell you to do one thing, one fucking thing! And this, this is how you decided to do it! Yes, you did fix the press, but you couldn’t help getting flattened, could you?!”

“Now that I’ve found you, I’m going to find some way to teach your perverted ass a lesson! Y’know how much work we’re going to have to pick up that you’ve squashed yourself!” Katrin just let loose on the meek, squished employee.

Rose could do nothing but listen to her tirade. Even if she could talk, she probably wouldn’t believe that she hadn’t intended this to happen.

All she was able to do was just be immobile within her grasp as she let loose upon her.

Minute after minute after minute passed with her continuing to rant to the flattened Rose. As she did, she began to stomp her foot in anger.

After some time, she felt a sort of soreness in her foot. Sitting down on a nearby chair, she kicked her heel off and massaged her foot, all while still having Rose within her grasp.

As she rubbed her sole, whether intentionally or not, she began to squeeze the compressed woman. At this, she began to weekly moan.

Peering over to her, she gave her a scowl before looking back down at her hoosed foot. At that moment, a thought popped into Katrin’s head.

Albeit not really realizing it, she had subconsciously noticed that Rose was now just about the size of her heel. Her eyes shifted from heel to employee.

The longer she thought about it, an idea formed inside her head. Loosening her grip, she had it so that she could see most of Rose’s form.

Bringing her close to her face, Katrin told her what was going to happen to her.

“Y’know, Rose, running around trying to find you got my feet sooooooo sore. So much so that I think I need some extra padding inside my heels. It’s honestly perfect that I found you when I did.”

“After all, you’re in the perfect condition to help me out.”

With that, Katrin brought her hand with Rose in it down to her heel. No formal decorum was necessary as she slid her into her heel, with Rose eliciting a moan as she did.

Pressing her down onto the heel’s insole, she made sure all of her fit inside the shoe. Once she was set, her foot followed suit. Standing up, she turned the press back on before heading out of the factory. 

Upon the press being stopped, Rose was in such a state of ecstasy that she barely comprehended that someone picked her up, let alone who it was. 

Although even in her horny, dazed state, she could recognize her voice anywhere. Especially as she talked down to her. 

In a weird way, the subby Fondre Corp employee liked being chided this way, particularly whenever Katrin would get animated and, by extension, squeeze her smushed form. 

Still, never in her squishy life had she been flattened in such a way as this. Most times, she’d be flattened outwardly, her body becoming larger than it once was. Here was not the case.

Now she was just a little sliver of herself. A sensitive little sliver. When Katrin all but ripped her off the ground, all her vocal chords elicited as powerful a moan as she could in her flattened state. 

However, where she now found herself was quite unbelievable. Here she was, now under the foot of her bully, Katrin!

It was beyond humiliating, especially with regard to her flattening kink. For one, that it was her crushing her added to that feeling.

Then there was the fact that it was someone else flattening her. More often than not, she’d fantasize about being crushed by machinery or, at the very least, machinery operated by someone.

Never had she thought of being crushed in such a way as this. But this was only the beginning. A very scary beginning, given that all light in the heel was covered by her pantyhosed foot.

All over her flattened body, she could feel her tormentor’s sole. The fleshy appendage was exercising complete control over her.

Not only that, but, unlike the cold, hard steel she was normally, and had just been crushed by, her foot was warm. It added a further part in her humiliation, especially as Katrin had control over it.

All around her, she was being squished, whether from the weight of her body on her foot or the tight high heel. Her body desperately wanted to be flattened out, but she was stuck, compact in this one place.

This was all that she experienced within the first few seconds, which dragged by, all while Katrin was standing on her. Then came the first steps. 

For a brief moment, Rose felt a sort of weightlessness. To an extent, she was still experiencing all of her weight, but some of it was relieved.

Then, suddenly, her foot was brought down. Her entire body was once again squished by her foot. Then, after little more than a few seconds, it happened again, and again, and again. 

Her mind was given little reprieve as her entire form was continuously crushed. Over and over again. In a way, she was enjoying this whole thing.

Her pussy ended up right under Katrin’s heel, so tons of pressure were continuously stomping it. Her already weakened body meekly moaned at this, rather quietly.

Nobody would’ve heard it anyway, especially as she was already muffled by her foot. Still, in spite of the pleasure, she was trying her best not to enjoy this.

Particularly given how easily it took for her bully to overpower her. She couldn’t fight her or do anything to persuade her. In some sense, she was, for lack of a better description, totally dommed.

For the next couple of hours, this whole routine happened. Minute after minute, she was being crushed, whether by being walked on or simply by having her foot pressed down on her.

The worst part of it, though, was that she couldn’t really gauge what Katrin would do next. Most of it came as a shock to the blinded gal, especially whenever her footfalls would be harsh.

Each second dragged on slowly, especially given her lack of control. As the day went on, Rose just hoped that she’d be taken out at the end of the day. 

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly for Katrin. Sure, she did have to pick up more work, although, given how she was tormenting Rose, it was almost worth it.

Though that didn’t mean she liked doing it. For most of the day, she thought very little of Rose.

Sure, she did feel quite nice, but after a while, she sort of slipped out of her mind. In fact, it was only at the end of the day that she remembered her.

As she was getting ready to leave the office, she realized that Rose had left all her stuff at her desk. Looking down at her feet, she snickered to herself.

For a moment, she thought about releasing Rose. Then again, it was rather nice not having to fix any of her mistakes. Plus, it did feel good to torment her like this. She’d have to think about it.

SOME TIME LATER

Getting ready for work one morning, Katrin grabbed her favorite pair of high heels. There was nothing outwardly special about them; they were just a plain, colored pair.

What was special about them was within them, at least for one of them. Inside one of the heels was her favorite person to bully and torment, little more than her shoe insole.

Looking down towards her, she talked to her for the first time in at least a week.

“So, Rose, I hope everything is fine for you down there, hehe. I know I told you to step up your effort, but I didn’t think you’d do it in this way. Although I’m glad you did, you make one fine insole.”

With that, Katrin put on her high heels, starting with the one without her crushed coworker. Right before she jammed her foot overtop Rose, she flashed her a sort of sadistic grin.

She wasn’t sure when she was going to restore her, although, given her comfort, it seemed it would certainly take a lot to give up her Rose-made insole.