2D Printing

[Calum Von Moger gets flattened]

Calum cringed as the photoshoot’s wardrobe consultant–”Gabriel” he had introduced himself as, with a special emphasis on the final syllable–wrapped a tape measure around his thigh, just below where his dick sat in his shorts, and gave him a healthy squeeze.

“Uh, careful there,” he said, nudging Gabriel’s hand away from his cock.

Gabriel didn’t even seem to notice Calum’s complaint. He examined the markings on the tape measure, then paced around in front of his closet, shaking his head. “I just don’t know… I don’t know how we’re going to put… THIS body…” He gestured wildly at Calum’s muscular frame. “...into any of MY beautiful clothing!”

Calum sighed at Gabriel’s histrionics. “Is there a problem?’

“The PROBLEM,” Gabriel said, “is you’re all bulks and bulges! I can’t fit those big limbs in my clothes, and your WAIST…”

“My waist?” Gabriel said, pulling up his shirt. He flexed his abs, grinning over at Gabriel in his violet suit, still kvetching despite Calum’s display of his shredded torso. “It’s pretty narrow, I thought, especially compared to my big shoulders…”

“THAT’S the problem!” Gabriel said. “HUGE shoulders, NARROW waist… you’re built like a caricature! I can’t clothe you!”

The door to the fitting area opened and Joel, the photographer’s assistant, entered. Joel was in his early twenties and in good shape, although nowhere near Calum’s caliber of fitness. He approached the well-built model sheepishly, running his hand through his curly blonde hair. “Uh, Mr. Moger? Or is it Mr. VON Moger?” He tilted his head to the side.

“You can call me Calum!” the big man said, giving Joel a vigorous fist bump.

“Oh, WOW! Thank you, uh… Calum. Anyway… How’s everything going in here? Dean was wondering when you’d be coming out for the shoot.” Joel’s eyes darted back and forth between Calum’s arms, clearly admiring their veiny bulk. Just to tease the admiring lad, Calum gave his biceps alternating pumps. He grinned as he watched Joel’s eyes light up, his cheeks turning rosy.

“I’ve been ready for awhile,” Calum said. “THIS guy seems to have a problem with all my muscles.”

“Muscle were why we hired you, though, Mr. V–CALUM,” Joel said. He approached Gabriel like he was advancing on a snarling dog. “Uh, Gabriel? There’s gotta be something we can put him in, even if it’s a tight fit…”

“THIS is all I have,” Gabriel said, tossing a tiny scrap of bright pink fabric in Calum’s direction. The bodybuilder snatched up the little swatch and examined it. It seemed to be a loincloth on a small string meant to go around his waist. It would only vaguely cover his genitals without offering any coverage whatsoever. Calum shrugged as he held it down over his groin.

“Are you SURE?” Joel said, chuckling. “I mean, we can make it work, but…”

Gabriel tossed a small pink bow-tie with a thin neckstrap. “This is it. You can’t expect miracles when you bring to me these misshapen men.”

Calum clipped the bowtie around his thick neck, then shucked his shirt and his shorts. Joel immediately whirled around as Calum’s dick flopped out, only turning back around when the loincloth was in place. It was barely enough to cover Calum’s generous manhood; a slight breeze or a shift in posture would make the big hog flop right out.

“I’m cool with this,” Calum said, flexing his arms, which seemed to cause them to triple in size. He licked his lips and grinned, glancing down to make sure his cock was covered. “I guess try not to turn me on too much. This little slip cover won’t do much if I’m at full mast.”

The Australian strutted out the door as Gabriel muttered some phrases in Italian behind him. Calum glanced back to notice Joel clearly keeping his eyes down as he followed. Just to be a tease, Calum wiggled his hips with each step, knowing his exposed glutes would give an extra bounce.

The set for the shoot seemed sparsely decorated. The walls and floor were white and brightly lit. There were two small blocks for posing, plus a large table with a sheet over it. Calum raised an eyebrow as he approached.

“Uh, not much to the set, is there?” he said, gesturing around.

Dean, the photographer, glanced up and smirked. “Not much to your outfit, either, big man. This all we could find for him?”

Joel shrugged. “Gabriel is in one of his moods. And y’know, Calum IS one of the most massive men we’ve ever photographed.” He blushed as he delivered the compliment, and Calum wondered if Joel was aware just how obvious his admiration-bordering-a-crush was.

Calum approached one of the small blocks and hopped up on it. His skimpy loincloth moved, his big dick flopping around wildly. Calum chuckled and shrugged his big shoulders as he readjusted himself and flexed his arms. “Usually my photoshoots are all about the arms,” Calum said. “Everyone loves these big cannons.”

“Yeah, well, when you’re a photographer, you can run the photoshoots,” Dean said, adjusting settings on his camera. Calum was surprised at his short tone. “Calum, I need you kneeling in front of the blocks. Do a lunge, hands on your front knee.

Calum did as he was instructed, although he felt a breeze on his cock as he hit the pose. “Uh, pretty sure the big snake is on the prowl,” he said with a smirk, winking and nodding down at his groin. Calum caught Joel noticing (and trying to look like he hadn’t noticed).

“We’ll block it out of the shot,” Dean said, snapping some photos. He snapped at Joel, communicating silently with some hand-gestures Calum didn’t understand. Joel rushed around, gathering things, then walked toward the covered table. Calum heard the sound of the sheet sliding away, but held his pose, curious what Joel was doing behind him.

“Can you stand under the portable shower over there?” Dean said, pointing at a far corner of the studio while he examined the photos on his camera.

Calum glanced behind him as he headed to the shower. The now unveiled table was actually some goofy device, like something from an Abbot and Costello movie, that appeared to be a large crank attached to two thick rollers on a conveyor belt. “The hell is THAT thing?” Calum asked.

“How about you follow instructions and let me worry about running this shoot?” Dean snapped. Calum rolled his eyes. He was the talent; he was used to being treated MUCH nicer than this!

“You want me to strip down before I get all wet?” Calum asked.

“No, leave the loincloth on. It’s tiny anyway. But I want you shiny for this next shot.”

Calum pulled the chain on the shower and shivered as cold water poured over him.

“Make sure you cover every inch of your body,” Dean ordered. Calum rubbed the water under his armpits, eager to get out of the stream of icy liquid. “EVERY inch. Rub some between your ass crack.” Calum chuckled, wondering if Dean was serious. When the photographer stomped away to attend to some other minute detail, Calum realized he was. He did as he was told, then stepped out, ready to get shot.

The now sopping wet loincloth hung straight down, clinging to Calum’s dick. “Uh, pretty sure you’ll see my cock now that I’m all wet like this,” Calum said, wondering if he needed a quick wardrobe shift before the next pictures. His skin tingled, although he theorized it was the hot studio lights hitting the ice cold water on his body.

“Hop up on the table. Feet up against the rollers,” Dean ordered. Calum examined the goofy contraption. It looked like a cheesy prop from a silly sci fi movie from the 50s.

“What kind of a theme are you going for here, buddy?” Calum asked as he climbed aboard. He slid his toes between the rollers, surprised that they were solid metal. He’d expected them to be cheap styrofoam.

“Joel, turn the crank,” Dean ordered.

“Hey, wait–” Calum began, but Joel set the mechanism in motion with a loud grunt. Calum gasped as he felt his feet dragged between the rollers, up to his mid-calf. He expected pain, the sound of bones breaking, but he felt… pleasure. Everything from his shins down was tingling like he’d just gotten an invigorating massage. It was like the nerves were super-sensitive. He tried to wiggle his toes, flex his ankles, but he couldn’t move anything. A feeling of vertigo set in as he looked down at the impossible: his big, beefy legs were being crunched by this weird machine. While he couldn’t see the other side, he felt air currents against his toes, tickling him almost beyond what he could bear.

“Very nice,” Dean said. “Crank it more, Joel.”

“Wait, now, I want to get–” Calum once again couldn’t finish his statement before Joel turned the crank again. Calum was dragged in further now, right up to mid-thigh. He gasped, expecting pain but finding he was somehow unharmed.

Everything on the other side of the machine–had it really been flattened? He couldn’t see and his mind couldn't process it–felt INCREDIBLE, like he’d taken ecstasy. Good god, what PLEASURE! His cock got hard as he processed the strange sensations.

“Wow, that thing was big before, now it’s HUGE!” Joel remarked at Calum’s inflating cock, rising up just inches away from the huge metal cylinders Calum was more than a third of the way through already.

“Joel, just focus on the task at hand,” Dean said as he snapped more shots.

“W-wait,” Calums stammered as he weakly swatted the air. “Don’t… don’t take pics of this…”

Joel twisted the crank again and Calum shrieked as his cock and balls slid between the rollers. Still, he expected pain, but got the opposite: he let out a moan, beating his meaty arms against the conveyer belt beneath him as his lower body was swept into a warm, pleasant tingling. He felt like tiny fingers were massaging every inch of his body on the other side of the rollers. Dean clucked his tongue as Calum, now through the device up to his abs, drooled and stammered.

“It makes your nerve endings extra sensitive,” Dean explained. “So what you’re losing in mobility, you’re more than gaining in pleasure. You’ll experience tactile satisfaction on a level you’ve never experienced before. Just wait until you’re all the way through.”

Calum shook his head, his eyes fluttering. It was all the protest he could muster. But Joel turned the crank, and Calum found himself through the rollers up to his armpits. His arms were raised, just the forearms to his hands still three-dimensional, as well as his meaty traps and his head. Calum’s eyes were wide now as his whole body thrummed with a feeling far better than any sexual gratification he’d ever felt. Good god, he’d never felt so good in his life… he was so overwhelmed in ecstasy that he had completely forgotten the fact that most of his body was immobile.

“Let’s finish him off,” Dean ordered.

“F-finish?” Calum stammered, just as the large rollers turned. He sucked in a gasp of air as he watched the rollers coming down on his face… but the smushing of his skull felt INCREDIBLE. On the other side of the machine he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, unable to move. He was swimming in pure physical bliss, however. Any terror he should have felt at his situation was replaced by euphoria.

“Very nice,” Dean said as he held the camera above Calum, shooting photos straight down. “Look at the big muscleman, just a flat little thing anymore. Not even a man.” Dean clucked his tongue and shook his head, finally busting out a sinister smile before snapping more photos. “This worked out wonderfully,” Dean said. “And since flattened two-dimensional men can’t have bank accounts, I think you’ll understand if I withhold your pay?”

Calum couldn’t even blink. It shocked him that he wasn’t breathing, but he had no air hunger. Dean reached out and touched Calum’s flat body with a finger, tracing a line down the space between what should have been his pecs. Calum would have moaned if he could have; the pleasure was incredible.

“Let’s get him ready for the next phase,” Dean said to Joel as he licked his lips, clearly satisfied at this outcome.

“Will do!” Joel said. “Okay, hang tight, big guy. I’m gonna pick you up, and it’s always REALLY weird when you first get picked up. Ready!” Joel grabbed Calum’s shoulders with just his thumbs and forefingers, lifting him like he was grabbing a sheet of paper. Calum felt nearly weightless as he was lifted with ease, his ribbon-thin body fluttering in the air as Joel held him aloft. “Let’s just give you a look at what you look at, okay big man?”

Joel started walking. Calum’s legs flapped and rippled behind them as he moved. The sensation was mindblowing… but he was forced to remain silent about his situation. “Wow,” Joel commented. “You were just about the thickest man in the world now. LOOK at you! Just a little slip of a thing! Not even a man at all!”

As Joel held Calum up toward the mirror, Calum’s head flapped back. It felt wrong to look behind himself at such an unnatural angle, although it made sense now that he was just a flattened thing. “Oops!” Joel said, face-to-face with Calum’s back-tilted face. “Let’s get you straightened up.” Joel grabbed Calum by the tip of his head–what used to be hair, but was now just a flattened space where his head and his hair were now one–and lifted it up.

Calum was stunned at what he saw.

It was his body, still–every detail–but he looked like a poster of himself, a paper cut-out. The deep cuts of his muscles, the thick veins across his biceps, even his massive cock… all of those attributes just seemed painted onto him now. There was simply nothing to him. But while he knew he should feel terrified, just the feeling of Joel’s fingers on his edges muddied his thoughts with pure pleasure.

“Oh, let me see him!” said a shrill voice. It was Gabriel, who snatched Calum from Joel’s hands roughly, grabbing a fistful of the center of Calum’s chest. His body crinkled like soft fabric, even more pleasant-feeling than being gripped by Joel… and Calum felt further relief when he realized he wouldn’t tear like so much paper. “Oh, NOW he could fit into SO many styles!” Gabriel said, shaking Calum’s flat body out like he was a sheet of fabric. “Oh, I’d love to make a garment with him… something frilly! Or maybe a could fold him into a nice undergarment set… a tank top, some nice boxers. This cock-and-balls bit could be just snipped away. Far too vulgar for my style…” While the feeling of Gabriel rubbing his thumb against Calum’s groin made the squashed bodybuilder pulse with pleasure, the thought of having parts of his body snipped away filled him with horror.

“Oh, I know exactly what I can do with him!” In a move that caught Calum by surprise, Gabriel wrapped Calum’s flat body around Joel’s torso, tying him like a toga. Calum could see it all in the mirror but was helpless to protest. Good GOD it felt incredible, the way his body had been scrunched together, folded against itself… Oh, lord, the KNOT! All those nerves squashed together. Calum would have been gurgling and writhing if he’d been able to move and speak.

“C’mon now,” Joel said, admiring how he looked in his Calum toga. “Dean’s going to be pissed if we harm this one.”

He untied Calum, who felt relief at the fact that he at least APPEARED like a human again, although a part of him yearned to be tied in knots. Joel folded Calum into quarters, then slung him over his shoulder as he walked away.

“Very nice,” Dean said as Calum found himself in a room he’d never seen before. All around him were framed images–flattened men, just like Calum, all trapped in frames. Their faces were various states of shock and dismay, all of them muscular hunks just like Calum. There was something chilling about the silence of the room. “Here’s where Calum is going to hang,” Dean said.

Calum panicked as he realized he was about to be trapped as living art like the other men in the room. He silently pleaded for them to let him go–”No, I’m a man… please, I’ll do anything!” But no one heard his protests. Dean sprayed Calum’s backside with an adhesive before roughly slapping him against glass. Another pane of glass was pressed against Calum’s front… and then he was sealed. Calum was hung from the ceiling, now just art to be admired.

At the very least, the sensation of the glass pressing against his body was glorious. (It seemed Calum was unable to “feel” anything that wasn’t, to some degree, satisfying.) But Calum found himself yearning for Joel’s touch as the two men started to leave the room. No! Don’t leave me here! Just touch me, anywhere… please…

Was it hours or days when they finally returned? Calum no longer had a sense of time, he realized when Joel and Dean both returned in formal attire. A small group dressed in formalwear entered the studio, walking around commenting on the exhibits.

He could hear two men behind him chuckling at what a nice ass he had. Men from the front tittered about his silly loincloth, complimented his big arms, and admired the breadth of his torso.

“Too bad I can’t find a man like that,” one of them laughed.

Calum could contribute nothing. He was simply “on display”--forever, now. The feeling was incredibly vulnerable. Was he for sale? Was there the possibility one of these men would remove him from this place and take him home, maybe to touch him? Calum couldn’t believe how desperate he was to have these men put their fingers on him. It was hard to think of anything else!

The men left and Calum was once again alone. Across the gallery, he saw another man–a swarthy, Spanish-looking bodybuilder who seemed even bigger than Calum (had they been three-dimensional men, that is). Calum named him Pete.

To pass the time, he would imagine conversations with Pete. “Nice dick you have there, Calum,” he would imagine Pete saying.

“Not as nice as those pecs of yours, Pete!”

“Come here and press yourself against me, Calum!”

“Oh, let’s rub our fat pee-pees together…”

Just the thought of touching against the other flat muscleman gave him a whisper of a feeling, as if it were actually happening.

Calum spent his time in the silent gallery imagining scenarios where he and Pete had been returned to their former states. He started to fantasize about Pete–first, just casually having sex with him, then being in love with him.

When Dean would bring in men to view the living artpieces, Calum would imagine he was competing for their attention with his fantasy lover. He would quietly beam with pride when they would comment on his man’s impressive body. He would imagine they wanted to purchase him, and he would demand that he wouldn’t leave without Pete.

He imagined being stored together in a quiet closet, the two of them pressed together, face-to-face, forever.

One day Dean came in with a new flattened-out man. He was a black bodybuilder, absolutely stunning when Dean finally unrolled him and held him up to be framed. Calum quietly admired the deep, shiny skin and all of his massive muscles. He felt a moment of envy, then a feeling of guilt, as if he’d cheated on Pete!

Then his heart sank when Dean unlatched Calum from the ceiling, moving him to a different spot. He quietly cried out for Pete, imagining Pete doing the same thing for him. The fact that the new bodybuilder–Calum decided his name was Brandon–would be facing Pete was heartbreaking. Would Pete fall for him? Would he one day forget about Calum?

Now Calum faced a short, widely built musclebrick of a man. He was bald and grimacing. He seemed tough and angry. Calum found himself yearning for Pete’s soft features, but the longer he stared at his new companion–he named him Ian–the more he realized he liked the tough rippling bull. He hoped Pete and Brandon were happy together… but he was ready to embrace his new life with Ian.