Piston Pancaked Princess (Flattening/Vore Story)

Technically a part of Squishtober day 2: Trap~ (Bonus Zoom in version of The Pancake Images will be seperate post~)

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"Mmmph. . .mmmf. . ." Soft groans could be heard from the dining room floor. The sound having filled the room many times over the last few days. As a certain ornate rug shifted slightly in its place. The motion so subtle if it weren't for the lovely tan toned homeowner constantly admonishing and teasing it would be believed to have been nothing more than the AC.

"Hmmm~ trying to struggle and reform again are we my lovely chocolate sheet?" The Indian woman chided, as she sat in the chair next to the rug. The pattern of a smushed big nosed woman squashed intricately across the entire disc of floppy material.

"I thought we discussed this~ You are obviously too feeble to restore yourself my sweet milk chocolate~ So why don't you just accept your role beneath this mistress of your's and take care of my soles, hmmm?" The homeowner continued to chastise, as she slowly pulled off her socks before resting her toes along the warped and pressed lips of the rug. Her toes rhythmically tapping away as a mischievous grin crawled across. The soft warm breaths from beneath her and the heat emanating from her squashed possession illiciting a malevolent glee as it relaxed and soothed her arches.

Casey, as this malicious owner had called her once upon a time, had been smushed and pressed each day. Her movements limited by the more normal firmed of the two of them each day as she was warped and contorted. Her form having been pancaked to the whims of the other woman. The lack of motion leading to her mistress to have bolder and bolder actions each day. From teasing from afar, to placing a chair to press down on her, to walking across her flat faced surface, to today. . . The Indian woman standing atop her item and closing her eyes in blissful malice. Her toes curling and scrunching Casey's decal lips and nose more and more.

This would have been a diabolical moment whether fron teasing or from cruelty. . .were it not for one thing. . . This. Was Casey's plan.

The circular rug used a certain motion it had kept hidden the multitude of days that had passed to wrap its lips around the toes and feet of their owner preparing for their next move. The three dimensional figure letting out a slight 'Ooop!~' as they believed their rug had finally surrendered to bliss at her disposal.

It was this moment of hesitation that Compact Casey used to her advantage the smushed bimbo quickly sucking down as hard as she could as her maw opened wide. An audible slurping noise resonating and echoing throughout the room as her owner merely giggled slightly and squirmed. Believing she was dominating her flattened female fabric.

That was until she opened her eyes to gaze at her possession. Her world taking a turn as she noticed herself being gobbled up in a figurative and literal sense by Casey's lips. As they climbed up her legs and calves. Her legs already sliding down the flattened girl's gullet as she was slurped up like a noodle in a curry soup.

"Eeeehhh?! W-whats going on?! How did yo- When could you. . . N-no! This can't be happening!" The woman squealed as she tried to squirm away. Her actions however already calculated by the squashed floor trap she had accidentally created and goaded. Her motions doing nothing but helping to wriggle her further and further inside. Her chest soon being lapped away at by her former possessions tongue. The tip of which was coating and coaxing each inch down bit by bit.

"Wait! W-we can OoOoO~ di-discuss this like you had wanted before. . . We mmmmph~. . .could work t-together. . .as a team!. . . You don't have to-" The Indian woman's words, mixed with aroused groans from the tongue and feelings of everything pressing in on her from all-around and massaging her as she slid deeper inside, falling on deaf ears as finally her last strands of hair were slurped away. The once flat pancake on the floor now an awkward half sphere decorating on the floor. Pulsating slightly from movements from within it.


"***Bbrraappp!*** Mmmmph~ I tried to tell you before~. . . I would have my revenge~