Squishy Annabelle, Part 2 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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"NNnnggghhhhh...."

Annabelle moaned in distress through the plastered red hole on her flattened face, both her eyes darting around in confusion just a few inches above it, as she was processing the fact that she was now completely flattened against the wall, the metallic barrel resting immobile against the ceiling after having squished the blonde to just a mere millimeters of thickness and having spread her previously chubby body to  a widened floppy parody of her former self...

* SCRIIIPPppp... *

The blonde raised an eyebrow to her left, only to realize that one of her flattened arms had peeled off of the wall and was now dangling near her face like a piece of rubber...

* SCRIIIIpppp... * SCRAAAaappp... * SCRIIIpppp.... *

Before she could process the looks of her own arm and fingers being flattened like pancakes, more noises starting emerging from her rubbery form and in quick succession as one by one various of her flattened body parts started peeling off of the wall like her arms did moments earlier. Her back and chest plopped outwards, her other arm and midsection and buttocks, all wobbling and folding cartoonishly in places as they too joined gravity's call and it was at that time that Annabelle's blonde head started too tilting to the front, her field of vision slowly changing as she was now on a inevitable course of collision with the wooden planks on the floor beneath her...

"AAahhhh.....OOoooooohhhhhh......AAAooonnngghghhghghhhhnnnn...."

Annabelle moaned stupidly like a animated piece of rubber, like a flag with a female voice and colors, as she was now fully peeled off the wall and was only suspended mid air for just a few seconds before her body started falling to the front, at incredibly deformative angles and formations, her arms waving up helplessly, her backside now completely free, having revealed a pair of flattened buttocks the width of serving plates, her one flat foot unfolding from its pinned position, before...

* PLOOOOOPPPPPP!!! *

The flattened blonde landed face-first on the floor beneath her with a soft thud, her limbs flailing a bit in the air after her flattened head met the wood before her flat body finally rested down in an immobile and two-dimensional fashion, like the curved up real-size cutout of an actual woman that had peeled off of some adult-entertainment video-store and required some assistance to be put back on erect display...

But Annabelle was not some poster, she was a real woman, a woman out of rubber, and a flattened one at this. And that assistance was not coming anytime soon, if ever at all...

What the blonde failed to realize, is that by falling on her front-side, and despite the fact that her squashed body now nearly had the weight of a feather, she did manage to land on the remote that was still beneath her, and this time... the red button WAS actually pushed...

* CLING!!! *

A soft metallic noise echoed from a few feet nearby, as secret compartment of the bulky massage machine opened up, shooting out a thick rubber hose that landed next to the flattened woman. This hose was spewing out air at great pressure and the hissing sound filled the room...

"MHPHMPHMhhhhh...."

Annabelle moaned as her face was still planted on the floor and all she was seeing was black, before lifting one of her flat arms and reaching over to grab the top side of her head, and slowlly lift it up from the floor like some scene out of a Saturday morning cartoon...

"Huuhnhngh...?"

The flat blonde blinked before taking in her ground-leveled surroundings, through her rubbery-bent glance. Her free hand was freely dangling on the ground next to her, in a hopeless fashion as if in a effort to regain some shape, but the thing laying next to it was that surprised her and she widened her eyes in confusion...

A hose? An air-hose? Wtf... was this stupid thing planned all along?!?

Annabelle wondered, before she extended her free hand without hesitation and wrapped some of her fingers slowly around the rubber hose, knowing all to well what was about to follow, her wide open o-shape mouth the only available target for this hose to be of some restorative help...

* fffffsssssssSSSSTHUNK!!! *

The hissing noise suddenly stopped as Annabelle stuffed the hose in her flattened mouth, the spewing air instantly puffing out her cheeks to the size of softballs as she widened her eyes in the pressure that she was now feeling as it was entering the top parts of her body...

The third dimension was on its way... 

HOPE was on its way...

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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