Squishy Annabelle, Part 1 Of 4 (Patreon)

Feat. rubbery blonde, Annabelle Rogers! 

PART 1 

PART 2 

PART 3 

PART 4 

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Her previous inflatable mishap with the air-capsules can be found here and here !

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"The reviews on this massaging machine were really good! Oh boy, i could sure use some fat-burning massage right now..."

Annabelle said with a confident smile, right after unpacking the bulky piece of machinery that had just arrived through the mail. It took her less than 10 minutes to set the device up, which consisted of a main rectangular body and a shinny steel roller that extended to its' front, two cylindrical brackets holding the roller in place, the obvious lifting force for the massage that was about to follow. The sexy chubby blonde got down to just her underwear, black bra and matching panties, as she stood up against the wall with the remote in her hand, ready for the promised experience of relaxation that the product was guaranteed to provide...

Annabelle had packed up some weight lately. Not that she minded, being extra chubby in all the right places as the favorite body type she had always fancied herself to have, but that belly had to go. She loved the hourglass figured, always wanted those full breasts and those puffy thighs and buttocks, but the belly was really getting in the way, and the massage machine purchase was mostly targeted for that area...

"Now... Was it the green or the red button?"

She mumbled to herself, after taking a look at the various buttons of all colors that were decorating the remote's surface. She knew they were regulating the roller's pressing intensity, and she definitely didn't want to put a lot of pressure on her being a first-timer and all, but the blonde was still to pumped to get this going, and way bored to go back to the couch and check the instruction's manual...

"Pff, of course it's the green one! Don't they always match the color red with high intensity?"

She mumbled as if reassuring herself on her thought process, before pressing the green button on the remote, the machine waking up with some soft mechanical sounds, the steel barrel on her feet starting to tremble and shake, before... 

* ZZZZFFFFVVVVOOOOOMPH!!!! *

"YOOOOUUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!"

Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs, as almost instantly the heavy roller came crushing down on top of her ankles, squishing flat her feet in the process and pinning her legs on the wall, as she stared down in disbelief at the sight. The roller was almost touching the wall, leaving a incredibly small distance between its steel surface and the wall, and both her legs had been squished like a pair of rubbery poles between that tiny distance, squished and deformed like skin colored rubber. She felt no pain, she felt no anguish, just an irritating discomfort, the ol familiar distress of a cartoon character that was going through some very ridiculous shape-changing gag...

"HOLY SHIT!!! Did it.... Did it just... FLATTEN MY LEGS?!?"

She yelled in shock, but before recovering from the impact she felt the roller coming back to life, as the massive barrel now started rolling its way upwards to the rest of her body...

"No-no-no-no--"

Annabelle started muttering incoherently as she kept watching her entire legs now quickly being compressed between the steel and the wall, first her knees, then her chubby thighs, then her hips till the barrel started squishing her puffy belly, excess of rubbery skin kept overflowing to the sides and upwards as she dropped the remote in panic...

"THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF WEIGHT LOSS I HAD IN MIND!!! HEEEEELPPP!!!!!"

She gasped out in shock as she felt the heavy barrel moving its way further upwards, now having fully compressed her midsection and making its way to the bottom of her boobs as it started squishing her fun-bags, widening them and spreading them in each direction alongside with her bra, as she raised her arms helplessly, the look of pure horror and disbelief now plastered on her blonde face, as she felt the barrel moving dangerously close to her neck and face, before...

"HEEEELLLPP!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE WALLPAPER!!! I DON'T WAN--MNGHHGHhhghghgg...."

* SQUEEEELLLLLCHHHH!!!! *

Annabelle's pleads were silenced as her last words sounded muffled by the extreme weight of the barrel flattening her mouth and face before the massive thing flattened her arms like banana peels towards the ceiling and came to a stop just under it...

"Guesmph.... it wasmph the redmph buttonmph...."

Annabelle managed to utter through her flattened o-shaped mouth, her entire body now less than a few millimeters in thickness, her features and curves all flattened and spread like a piece of blonde dough against the hard surface of her living room wall, the cartoonish look of WTF plastered on her widened face before her squished rubbery frame started flailing against the floor...

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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