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--:This story contains: Flattening/Humiliation/Sexual Themes:--

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silence. A brief 10 seconds pass.
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"Fuckin-..."
Sophia lay face down in her bed, drool escaping her mouth as she lifts her heavy head causing her long black hair to droop like vines, looking like the monster out of "The Ring". Clawing her right hand towards her phone on the bedside desk, she read the overly bright screen which read "8:47 AM" as it blinded her. She lets out an exaggerated groan before slamming her head on her pillow.
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"I'M COMING!"
If a screenshot had been taken, it would have looked like a murder. An almost naked Sophia lay on her bed with her blanket on the floor due to the heatwave. Her hair spread out like creeping vine and her hands were spread out as if flattened against her bed. The constant shuffling in the night had caused her panties to wedge deep inside, almost appearing as if she had no underwear on at all. The zombie jumps to life, using her arms as scaffolding so the rest of her body can stay up and not fall back into an eternal slumber. With bags within bags infecting her bottom eyelids, she lazily drags herself out of bed heading towards the door. She kicks her school skirt out of the way with her bare feet, barely conscious as she drags herself towards the door.
"8:50 AM...on a Saturday..." She incoherently grumbles, "One of the few days I get to sleep in...whoever it is I'm going to kill." Her voice remains monotone and dead. Her hunchback appearance arcs upwards as she looks through the peephole of the door in nothing more than her purple bra and panties with white hearts, a matching set.

The fish-eye lens reveals a blonde figure with something white and beige taking up most of the view. Sophia tries to focus on what that thing on the other side of the door is. As her eyes adjust to the conscious world, she realises. Upon closer inspection, it was Samantha wearing a white tank top and blue denim short shorts completed with red heels. Her huge tits were bulging out of the top of the shirt clearly not designed for her bust size.
"Goddamnit, what does she want...?" Sophia harshly whispers, standing in almost her entire birthday suit. She eyeballs Samantha's desireful bust for a few more seconds biting her lip before going to open the door. She grabs the nearby key on a drawer and unlocks the door, only cracking it open very slightly.
"Samantha what do you wa-"
BAM!
The door slams into Sophia as Samantha launches the door open. However, Sophia's face makes a better doorstop and it only partially opens before rubber-banding back.
"Mother f..aaaghh!"
Sophia clenches her nose, now trickling with blood. As she collapses backwards holding her nose and locating a tissue, a familiar head pops through the door.
"Heey, Sophia! I- uh, you ok there?" Samantha's slightly roughed yet composured blonde hair dangles downwards in perfection as she raises an eyebrow at the almost naked Sophia clambering around the apartment for a tissue. Sophia finally finds one and plugs it up her nose and glares towards Samantha and speaks to her with almost a devilish tone:
"What do you want."
Samantha smirks, before intrusively letting herself through the door. Her head fit through the small opening in the door just fine but her melons cause the door to be forced much wider open. Even with the entire doorway, there were only about 2 inches on either end of the doorway that was not taken up by bust width.
"Came here to pick up the English work. I sent you a text like 20 times!" She walks into the apartment without Sophia's permission and looks around. Sophia clambers to put some clothes on, fitting into a pink plaid skirt and throwing on a black t-shirt with the illustration of a puppy with shades on it. Beneath it reads "Pawesome" She rubs an eye and checks her phone, she hadn't noticed the missed calls and texts being fast asleep.
"What English wor...oooh, the one where we had to do half an essay each?"
Samantha looks towards the now functional student with a shit-eating grin.
"No, the one where we had to eat each other out." Sophia gives Samantha a quick glance before disregarding her statement and finding the work.
"You're so gross sometimes". Sophia scoffs.
"Says the girl who's turned on by everything." Samantha sharply replied, almost if ready for that comment.
"Good point."
As Sophia checks through her top drawer for the essay she had done half of, Samantha walks over to the fridge and opens it up, nonchalantly asking questions as she browsed for food.
"Why do you sleep with a bra anyway?"
Sophia finds the slightly crumpled paper, pulls it out under the behemoth of work and turns to find Samantha in her fridge.
"I'm not sure, it's just more comfor...what are you doing."

Samantha leans back out from the fridge, carrying an eclair in her mouth.
"Mmh?" She bites down and cream squirts onto her open chest. She removes the eclair out of her mouth as she was chewing the humongous bite she had taken out of it, "Whadya mean? It was a long walk over here y'know, a girl's gotta eat!"
Sophia, with an unimpressed expression and half-awake eyes, just blinks. The audacity of this girl. Somehow not managing to burst into a fit of anger, she jabs the paper towards Samantha.
"Here you go. Now you can go." Samantha stops chewing for a moment, inspecting what can only be described as a zombie attempting to communicate with her.
"Now, Sophia, there's no need to rush!" She snatches the essay and drops it to the floor, grabbing a chilled peanut-chocolate bar out of the fridge before slamming it close. "We're partners in this project! We need to hang out and get to know each other." And before Sophia could make a decision, she walks over to the sofa and sits her lazy ass on it, causing the furniture to sink with concerning creaks due to the extra mass on her chest.
"I know you well enough, whore." Sophia mutters under her breath. She wasn't usually the one to get angry but today her buttons had been pushed. The blonde curvy girl uses a finger to collect the cream gathered on her bosom and stuffs it into her mouth whilst kicking off her heels. They fling in random directions. One lands on Sophia's Squishology book and materialises a tear on it. Sophia at this point holds her breath tightly, shutting her eyes. She builds up immense pressure before letting it climax with a tired sigh. She brushes off her thoughts and heads around the corner to her bedroom.

"PAHAHAHA!"
A burst of laughter emits from the living room area. Sophia quickly clips on her 5-leaf pink tulip into her hair and turns around the corner. Samantha spat out food on the coffee table in a fit of laughter at what was on the TV. Something about some flattening fundraiser and this girl named Holly just got flattened. Sophia tended to watch this show often as she was always curious about what was going on in the city over from them. Also for her, it made some good material.
"Can you please...keep it down?" Sophia quietly speaks, finally gaining confidence to talk to the elephant in the room.
"Aww, cmon, Sophie! Live a little!" She places her sweaty feet on the coffee table, luckily the sweat was blocked by pink socks.
Sophia twitches her left eye, "The number of people who call me Sophie...It's Sophia! SophiAH!" she storms over to Samantha in a fit of anger, but trips over Samantha's chucked heel, tripping over it and landing directly on Samantha's bust.
BOMF!
"What are you doing!?" Samantha quickly shoves her off onto the floor, remaining in her lazy sitting position. "Listen, Sophia, I don't swing like that!"
Sophia lifts her head, blushing bright red in utter humiliation. Using one hand she brushes her hair back, revealing a bit of cream on her face Samantha had not cleaned off her breast earlier. The busty girl once again bursts into a fit of laughter, causing her boobs to jiggle all the same,
"AAAHAHAHAHA! Look at her! She's so pathetic and flat!" remarking towards the TV.
Sophia, gritting her teeth, stands up and wipes the cream off her face. Samantha had devoured that cream eclair in less than a minute. She stares towards her 'partner' then to her bountiful breasts. Her tank top had sweat spots all over. Gross. The main attraction, however, was the fact that her nipples were slightly poking out and revealing through the tank top, but only barely. Sophia bites her lip once again before realising she's supposed to be getting rid of this monster, not being seduced by it. Samantha meanwhile, glances atop the coffee table to find a strange shape.
"What the hell is this!?"
Sophia's body freezes.

Samantha picks it up, inspecting what looked like a rubber grip to squeeze air and a small glass container attached to the rubber squeezer by a tube. There was a liquid inside shimmering a glittery beige.
Sophia sighs in relief and heat returns to her body, no thanks to the heatwave. She could have found anything right there especially with Jax with her the night before.
"Oh, that's just what the government sent me. You know, the testing program?"
Samantha inspects what first appeared to be a perfume bottle closer,
"You're in that program!? I could never. You've heard the stories about the people who take part, right?"
Sophia gives a glimpse towards the spray and then towards the girl, folding her arms,
"Hey, it pays the bills."
Samantha shoves her by the stomach, pushing Sophia back,
"We don't have bills, you idiot! The government supplies us these single floor homes!"
Upon being pushed back, Sophia catches the same heel of Samantha's and falls on her back, banging her head.
"GOD-argh!"
Whilst the black-haired girl writhed in pain on the floor, Samantha simply didn't care and decided to aim the funnel at her face, maybe it WAS perfume and it was a new experimental smell. She squeezes the rubber hose and a gush of liquid splattered on Samantha's face. It was a small hose, not a spray.
"Pth! Agh, this smells terrible! It doesn't even come out right!" She chucks it to the table as the liquid trickles down her top. At this moment, Sophia just lays on the floor, contemplating ways to murder Samantha. Well, just ways to get her out of here really. Samantha continues to watch TV, when the TV began to rise. So did the coffee table.
"Hey Sophia, why do you have have a lifting Coffee table and TV?"
"I...don't." She spurts out lifting herself up once again.
Samantha looks down to inspects herself. She was shrinking.

"What the fu....SOPHIE!"
Growling like an unfed cat, Sophia places her hands on the arm of the sofa and pulls herself up.
"My name is NOT- ...uh?"
The sight really was something to behold. The once over 5-foot girl is now 3 foot, no wait, 2 foot... 1 foot...still going.
"Help me!" The blonde girl squeaked out. She sounded like a mouse and was now the size of one. She stood at a mere 10cm tall, almost looking like a tiny play doll at that size. Although she was incredibly tiny, her bust was still the size of large marbles, only more bouncy. Sophia, who now appeared as a giantess to Samantha sitting in the mile-long sofa, puffed her lips as she attempted to hold back a laugh.
"Ppffft. You!... You're!..." Unable to withstand the pressure building in her cheeks, she releases all the pressure building up, "AAAHAHAHAHA! You're so tiny! Like a little Barbie doll!" This was the first time Sophia had smiled all morning, let alone laugh. She reaches a finger out to the tiny insignificant Samantha and pokes her boobs, her finger covering most of them. "You know, you really do have an abnormally sized chest~"
Samantha, for the first time in her life being insecure about her body, stands back and covers her still clothed boobs with her hands.
"L-leave me alone! Just fix this already you nerd!"
"Fix this?" Sophia raises an eyebrow and grabs Samantha, squeezing her tight with an iron fist. "You woke me up several hours EARLY, you come in uninvited to my apartment, you eat my food and you push me around. Yet YOU expect help from ME!?"
Sophia was pissed.

Samantha had never actually seen Sophia angry in her entire life. It was rather sweet and innocent or heated and horny, never any other emotion. It didn't help that Sophia was literally 30x bigger than her right now. But that didn't deter Samantha from her massive ego.
"Listen here, I tried your dumb perfume and it shrunk me! It's yours so it's your problem! Fix me right now!"
She was acting like a little kid having a tantrum, waving her arms in anger and her breasts following motion accordingly in a hypnotic bounce just above the fist of Sophia's.
Sophia, fully standing up with a smirk growing on her face, looks at the tiny woman whilst biting her lip.
"I need to teach you a lesson~"
Sophia fully stands up, lifting Samantha into the air.
"Let me go you fucking pervert!"
She wiggles her tiny legs in a failed effort to escape. Sophia's right arm was surprisingly strong and held her tightly in place.
"Sure thing!"
Sophia drops Samantha from the height of her head into the sofa. Samantha plummets down and bounces on the cushioned surface several times before landing face up to find a horrific sight. Sophia had turned around and her ass was coming down on her like a meteor. Her purple and white hearted panties cling tightly around what was now gigantic globular ass cheeks as it approaches Samantha, two moons colliding with Earth. Samantha's iris' shrink and she throws her arms up in a panic.
"Sophie no! I'm sorry. I'M SORR-"
SQUERSH!
"My name's not Sophie you dumb bimbo."
Sophia's ass makes contact with the sofa like a boulder with the ground, completely silencing the helpless blonde mouse beneath. Sophia's butt was nothing to brag about, but anyone at the size of Samantha would realise it had its mass. And unluckily for her, that mass was what squashed her into a paper doll. Sophia could feel what she could only describe as a sticker on her left ass cheek. Her pink skirt covered what was below like a hazmat tent, making sure no-one got near the hazardous site. She felt the pathetic woman twitch under all the weight, so Sophia does her a favour and grinds her butt into the sofa, creating a variety of disgusting squishy sounds as Samantha was smeared, but it stopped the girl moving.
"You've been an ass to me all morning, so I think you're better suited as an ass tattoo!"
Sophia grabs the remote, proud of her comment and turns up the volume. The flattening fundraiser was still on, and some girl had just been flattened naked.
"This is more like it!" She places her feet on the coffee table and lays back, ensuring Samantha is completely and utterly humiliated and crushed under her ass.

Several hours pass and Samantha remains completely silent under Sophia's posterior whilst she just watched TV. Anytime Samantha tried to move or groan, talk, or anything apart from being a useless sticker, Sophia made sure to grind her ass harder into the sofa, each time grinding harder, folding and crumpling Samantha along her panties and right cheek and back like paper. Eventually, she had watched enough TV and decided to get up for real with Samantha not even twitching for up to an hour now. Sophia stands up, heads to her bed and grabs her phone, receiving a text off her boyfriend Jax about heading out to a cafe to hang out for a bit half an hour ago.
"Hell yeah!" She enthusiastically replies whilst texting the same statement out on her phone. She eagerly places her shoes on and grabs a denim jacket. She begins to open the door when she felt like she was forgetting something. As she realises she slaps her forehead.
"Oh, duh!" She lifts up her skirt and feels around her butt until she can detect what felt like tracing paper attached to her. She picks at it until the paper begins to peel off. The paper creates a satisfying "shrrrrrrp!" As Sophia lifts her hand to find a rather pathetic and flat Samantha. It was a sorry sight to behold. Samantha's face had distorted with all the smothering, her mouth wide open and lips bent backwards. Her eyes were completely lifted up with a bit sweat around her cheeks. Her nose was bent upwards and her hair, although affected by gravity, was sporadically frizzy. Her short denim shorts bulged at the seams as when being flattened out her curves had doubled in size. Speaking of, the main attraction was Samantha's gargantuous flat discs that could barely be called boobs. They were double the size before in width but almost nothing in length. The top of her tits covers half her mouth and the bottom completely overlapping the button on her shorts. Her nipples were slightly peeking over the tank top which was also bulging at the seams. Below, the red heels she wore were snapped at the leg, but otherwise intact. Her arms dangled loosely but her hands had her fingers spread out like a cartoon. Sophia absorbs all the exaggerated characteristics before giving in to a shit-eating grin.

"You've really done it this time, Samantha."
The tiny flat bimbo, barely having any energy left after the abuse of Sophia's ass, let's out a mere whimper.
"I gotta run, but I'll come back later to fix you up, alright?"
Samantha's eye twitches realising how long she's going to be left in this useless state as a play-doh creation gone wrong, although there was nothing she could do. She was humiliated and powerless.
"No reply? A shame. I'll come back with some restoration remedy. Ciao!"
Sophia blows Samantha out of her hand and quickly goes through the front door, locking it behind her. Samantha's frail body wobs around. It aimlessly does loops and glides towards the floor like a leaf falling from a tree. Eventually, she lands silently on the carpeted floor, right next to the essay she had originally come here for. With her huge tits on display, flat nipples barely peeking out of her tank top and broken heels, she ponders for a moment if she had just gotten the essay and left none of this would have happened.
Either way, she was stuck as a tiny pathetic paper doll. Squashed flat under a girl's ass and humiliated beyond belief. This was until Sophia got back. Well, if Sophia remembers she was here and not just some splattered bug on the floor...
What a pain in the ass.

Description
--:This story contains: Flattening/Humiliation/Sexual Themes:--

*RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIING*
silence. A brief 10 seconds pass.
*RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
"Fuckin-..."
Sophia lay face down in her bed, drool escaping her mouth as she lifts her heavy head causing her long black hair to droop like vines, looking like the monster out of "The Ring". Clawing her right hand towards her phone on the bedside desk, she read the overly bright screen which read "8:47 AM" as it blinded her. She lets out an exaggerated groan before slamming her head on her pillow.
*RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
"I'M COMING!"
If a screenshot had been taken, it would have looked like a murder. An almost naked Sophia lay on her bed with her blanket on the floor due to the heatwave. Her hair spread out like creeping vine and her hands were spread out as if flattened against her bed. The constant shuffling in the night had caused her panties to wedge deep inside, almost appearing as if she had no underwear on at all. The zombie jumps to life, using her arms as scaffolding so the rest of her body can stay up and not fall back into an eternal slumber. With bags within bags infecting her bottom eyelids, she lazily drags herself out of bed heading towards the door. She kicks her school skirt out of the way with her bare feet, barely conscious as she drags herself towards the door.
"8:50 AM...on a Saturday..." She incoherently grumbles, "One of the few days I get to sleep in...whoever it is I'm going to kill." Her voice remains monotone and dead. Her hunchback appearance arcs upwards as she looks through the peephole of the door in nothing more than her purple bra and panties with white hearts, a matching set.

The fish-eye lens reveals a blonde figure with something white and beige taking up most of the view. Sophia tries to focus on what that thing on the other side of the door is. As her eyes adjust to the conscious world, she realises. Upon closer inspection, it was Samantha wearing a white tank top and blue denim short shorts completed with red heels. Her huge tits were bulging out of the top of the shirt clearly not designed for her bust size.
"Goddamnit, what does she want...?" Sophia harshly whispers, standing in almost her entire birthday suit. She eyeballs Samantha's desireful bust for a few more seconds biting her lip before going to open the door. She grabs the nearby key on a drawer and unlocks the door, only cracking it open very slightly.
"Samantha what do you wa-"
BAM!
The door slams into Sophia as Samantha launches the door open. However, Sophia's face makes a better doorstop and it only partially opens before rubber-banding back.
"Mother f..aaaghh!"
Sophia clenches her nose, now trickling with blood. As she collapses backwards holding her nose and locating a tissue, a familiar head pops through the door.
"Heey, Sophia! I- uh, you ok there?" Samantha's slightly roughed yet composured blonde hair dangles downwards in perfection as she raises an eyebrow at the almost naked Sophia clambering around the apartment for a tissue. Sophia finally finds one and plugs it up her nose and glares towards Samantha and speaks to her with almost a devilish tone:
"What do you want."
Samantha smirks, before intrusively letting herself through the door. Her head fit through the small opening in the door just fine but her melons cause the door to be forced much wider open. Even with the entire doorway, there were only about 2 inches on either end of the doorway that was not taken up by bust width.
"Came here to pick up the English work. I sent you a text like 20 times!" She walks into the apartment without Sophia's permission and looks around. Sophia clambers to put some clothes on, fitting into a pink plaid skirt and throwing on a black t-shirt with the illustration of a puppy with shades on it. Beneath it reads "Pawesome" She rubs an eye and checks her phone, she hadn't noticed the missed calls and texts being fast asleep.
"What English wor...oooh, the one where we had to do half an essay each?"
Samantha looks towards the now functional student with a shit-eating grin.
"No, the one where we had to eat each other out." Sophia gives Samantha a quick glance before disregarding her statement and finding the work.
"You're so gross sometimes". Sophia scoffs.
"Says the girl who's turned on by everything." Samantha sharply replied, almost if ready for that comment.
"Good point."
As Sophia checks through her top drawer for the essay she had done half of, Samantha walks over to the fridge and opens it up, nonchalantly asking questions as she browsed for food.
"Why do you sleep with a bra anyway?"
Sophia finds the slightly crumpled paper, pulls it out under the behemoth of work and turns to find Samantha in her fridge.
"I'm not sure, it's just more comfor...what are you doing."

Samantha leans back out from the fridge, carrying an eclair in her mouth.
"Mmh?" She bites down and cream squirts onto her open chest. She removes the eclair out of her mouth as she was chewing the humongous bite she had taken out of it, "Whadya mean? It was a long walk over here y'know, a girl's gotta eat!"
Sophia, with an unimpressed expression and half-awake eyes, just blinks. The audacity of this girl. Somehow not managing to burst into a fit of anger, she jabs the paper towards Samantha.
"Here you go. Now you can go." Samantha stops chewing for a moment, inspecting what can only be described as a zombie attempting to communicate with her.
"Now, Sophia, there's no need to rush!" She snatches the essay and drops it to the floor, grabbing a chilled peanut-chocolate bar out of the fridge before slamming it close. "We're partners in this project! We need to hang out and get to know each other." And before Sophia could make a decision, she walks over to the sofa and sits her lazy ass on it, causing the furniture to sink with concerning creaks due to the extra mass on her chest.
"I know you well enough, whore." Sophia mutters under her breath. She wasn't usually the one to get angry but today her buttons had been pushed. The blonde curvy girl uses a finger to collect the cream gathered on her bosom and stuffs it into her mouth whilst kicking off her heels. They fling in random directions. One lands on Sophia's Squishology book and materialises a tear on it. Sophia at this point holds her breath tightly, shutting her eyes. She builds up immense pressure before letting it climax with a tired sigh. She brushes off her thoughts and heads around the corner to her bedroom.

"PAHAHAHA!"
A burst of laughter emits from the living room area. Sophia quickly clips on her 5-leaf pink tulip into her hair and turns around the corner. Samantha spat out food on the coffee table in a fit of laughter at what was on the TV. Something about some flattening fundraiser and this girl named Holly just got flattened. Sophia tended to watch this show often as she was always curious about what was going on in the city over from them. Also for her, it made some good material.
"Can you please...keep it down?" Sophia quietly speaks, finally gaining confidence to talk to the elephant in the room.
"Aww, cmon, Sophie! Live a little!" She places her sweaty feet on the coffee table, luckily the sweat was blocked by pink socks.
Sophia twitches her left eye, "The number of people who call me Sophie...It's Sophia! SophiAH!" she storms over to Samantha in a fit of anger, but trips over Samantha's chucked heel, tripping over it and landing directly on Samantha's bust.
BOMF!
"What are you doing!?" Samantha quickly shoves her off onto the floor, remaining in her lazy sitting position. "Listen, Sophia, I don't swing like that!"
Sophia lifts her head, blushing bright red in utter humiliation. Using one hand she brushes her hair back, revealing a bit of cream on her face Samantha had not cleaned off her breast earlier. The busty girl once again bursts into a fit of laughter, causing her boobs to jiggle all the same,
"AAAHAHAHAHA! Look at her! She's so pathetic and flat!" remarking towards the TV.
Sophia, gritting her teeth, stands up and wipes the cream off her face. Samantha had devoured that cream eclair in less than a minute. She stares towards her 'partner' then to her bountiful breasts. Her tank top had sweat spots all over. Gross. The main attraction, however, was the fact that her nipples were slightly poking out and revealing through the tank top, but only barely. Sophia bites her lip once again before realising she's supposed to be getting rid of this monster, not being seduced by it. Samantha meanwhile, glances atop the coffee table to find a strange shape.
"What the hell is this!?"
Sophia's body freezes.

Samantha picks it up, inspecting what looked like a rubber grip to squeeze air and a small glass container attached to the rubber squeezer by a tube. There was a liquid inside shimmering a glittery beige.
Sophia sighs in relief and heat returns to her body, no thanks to the heatwave. She could have found anything right there especially with Jax with her the night before.
"Oh, that's just what the government sent me. You know, the testing program?"
Samantha inspects what first appeared to be a perfume bottle closer,
"You're in that program!? I could never. You've heard the stories about the people who take part, right?"
Sophia gives a glimpse towards the spray and then towards the girl, folding her arms,
"Hey, it pays the bills."
Samantha shoves her by the stomach, pushing Sophia back,
"We don't have bills, you idiot! The government supplies us these single floor homes!"
Upon being pushed back, Sophia catches the same heel of Samantha's and falls on her back, banging her head.
"GOD-argh!"
Whilst the black-haired girl writhed in pain on the floor, Samantha simply didn't care and decided to aim the funnel at her face, maybe it WAS perfume and it was a new experimental smell. She squeezes the rubber hose and a gush of liquid splattered on Samantha's face. It was a small hose, not a spray.
"Pth! Agh, this smells terrible! It doesn't even come out right!" She chucks it to the table as the liquid trickles down her top. At this moment, Sophia just lays on the floor, contemplating ways to murder Samantha. Well, just ways to get her out of here really. Samantha continues to watch TV, when the TV began to rise. So did the coffee table.
"Hey Sophia, why do you have have a lifting Coffee table and TV?"
"I...don't." She spurts out lifting herself up once again.
Samantha looks down to inspects herself. She was shrinking.

"What the fu....SOPHIE!"
Growling like an unfed cat, Sophia places her hands on the arm of the sofa and pulls herself up.
"My name is NOT- ...uh?"
The sight really was something to behold. The once over 5-foot girl is now 3 foot, no wait, 2 foot... 1 foot...still going.
"Help me!" The blonde girl squeaked out. She sounded like a mouse and was now the size of one. She stood at a mere 10cm tall, almost looking like a tiny play doll at that size. Although she was incredibly tiny, her bust was still the size of large marbles, only more bouncy. Sophia, who now appeared as a giantess to Samantha sitting in the mile-long sofa, puffed her lips as she attempted to hold back a laugh.
"Ppffft. You!... You're!..." Unable to withstand the pressure building in her cheeks, she releases all the pressure building up, "AAAHAHAHAHA! You're so tiny! Like a little Barbie doll!" This was the first time Sophia had smiled all morning, let alone laugh. She reaches a finger out to the tiny insignificant Samantha and pokes her boobs, her finger covering most of them. "You know, you really do have an abnormally sized chest~"
Samantha, for the first time in her life being insecure about her body, stands back and covers her still clothed boobs with her hands.
"L-leave me alone! Just fix this already you nerd!"
"Fix this?" Sophia raises an eyebrow and grabs Samantha, squeezing her tight with an iron fist. "You woke me up several hours EARLY, you come in uninvited to my apartment, you eat my food and you push me around. Yet YOU expect help from ME!?"
Sophia was pissed.

Samantha had never actually seen Sophia angry in her entire life. It was rather sweet and innocent or heated and horny, never any other emotion. It didn't help that Sophia was literally 30x bigger than her right now. But that didn't deter Samantha from her massive ego.
"Listen here, I tried your dumb perfume and it shrunk me! It's yours so it's your problem! Fix me right now!"
She was acting like a little kid having a tantrum, waving her arms in anger and her breasts following motion accordingly in a hypnotic bounce just above the fist of Sophia's.
Sophia, fully standing up with a smirk growing on her face, looks at the tiny woman whilst biting her lip.
"I need to teach you a lesson~"
Sophia fully stands up, lifting Samantha into the air.
"Let me go you fucking pervert!"
She wiggles her tiny legs in a failed effort to escape. Sophia's right arm was surprisingly strong and held her tightly in place.
"Sure thing!"
Sophia drops Samantha from the height of her head into the sofa. Samantha plummets down and bounces on the cushioned surface several times before landing face up to find a horrific sight. Sophia had turned around and her ass was coming down on her like a meteor. Her purple and white hearted panties cling tightly around what was now gigantic globular ass cheeks as it approaches Samantha, two moons colliding with Earth. Samantha's iris' shrink and she throws her arms up in a panic.
"Sophie no! I'm sorry. I'M SORR-"
SQUERSH!
"My name's not Sophie you dumb bimbo."
Sophia's ass makes contact with the sofa like a boulder with the ground, completely silencing the helpless blonde mouse beneath. Sophia's butt was nothing to brag about, but anyone at the size of Samantha would realise it had its mass. And unluckily for her, that mass was what squashed her into a paper doll. Sophia could feel what she could only describe as a sticker on her left ass cheek. Her pink skirt covered what was below like a hazmat tent, making sure no-one got near the hazardous site. She felt the pathetic woman twitch under all the weight, so Sophia does her a favour and grinds her butt into the sofa, creating a variety of disgusting squishy sounds as Samantha was smeared, but it stopped the girl moving.
"You've been an ass to me all morning, so I think you're better suited as an ass tattoo!"
Sophia grabs the remote, proud of her comment and turns up the volume. The flattening fundraiser was still on, and some girl had just been flattened naked.
"This is more like it!" She places her feet on the coffee table and lays back, ensuring Samantha is completely and utterly humiliated and crushed under her ass.

Several hours pass and Samantha remains completely silent under Sophia's posterior whilst she just watched TV. Anytime Samantha tried to move or groan, talk, or anything apart from being a useless sticker, Sophia made sure to grind her ass harder into the sofa, each time grinding harder, folding and crumpling Samantha along her panties and right cheek and back like paper. Eventually, she had watched enough TV and decided to get up for real with Samantha not even twitching for up to an hour now. Sophia stands up, heads to her bed and grabs her phone, receiving a text off her boyfriend Jax about heading out to a cafe to hang out for a bit half an hour ago.
"Hell yeah!" She enthusiastically replies whilst texting the same statement out on her phone. She eagerly places her shoes on and grabs a denim jacket. She begins to open the door when she felt like she was forgetting something. As she realises she slaps her forehead.
"Oh, duh!" She lifts up her skirt and feels around her butt until she can detect what felt like tracing paper attached to her. She picks at it until the paper begins to peel off. The paper creates a satisfying "shrrrrrrp!" As Sophia lifts her hand to find a rather pathetic and flat Samantha. It was a sorry sight to behold. Samantha's face had distorted with all the smothering, her mouth wide open and lips bent backwards. Her eyes were completely lifted up with a bit sweat around her cheeks. Her nose was bent upwards and her hair, although affected by gravity, was sporadically frizzy. Her short denim shorts bulged at the seams as when being flattened out her curves had doubled in size. Speaking of, the main attraction was Samantha's gargantuous flat discs that could barely be called boobs. They were double the size before in width but almost nothing in length. The top of her tits covers half her mouth and the bottom completely overlapping the button on her shorts. Her nipples were slightly peeking over the tank top which was also bulging at the seams. Below, the red heels she wore were snapped at the leg, but otherwise intact. Her arms dangled loosely but her hands had her fingers spread out like a cartoon. Sophia absorbs all the exaggerated characteristics before giving in to a shit-eating grin.

"You've really done it this time, Samantha."
The tiny flat bimbo, barely having any energy left after the abuse of Sophia's ass, let's out a mere whimper.
"I gotta run, but I'll come back later to fix you up, alright?"
Samantha's eye twitches realising how long she's going to be left in this useless state as a play-doh creation gone wrong, although there was nothing she could do. She was humiliated and powerless.
"No reply? A shame. I'll come back with some restoration remedy. Ciao!"
Sophia blows Samantha out of her hand and quickly goes through the front door, locking it behind her. Samantha's frail body wobs around. It aimlessly does loops and glides towards the floor like a leaf falling from a tree. Eventually, she lands silently on the carpeted floor, right next to the essay she had originally come here for. With her huge tits on display, flat nipples barely peeking out of her tank top and broken heels, she ponders for a moment if she had just gotten the essay and left none of this would have happened.
Either way, she was stuck as a tiny pathetic paper doll. Squashed flat under a girl's ass and humiliated beyond belief. This was until Sophia got back. Well, if Sophia remembers she was here and not just some splattered bug on the floor...
What a pain in the ass.