Natasha smiled as she entered the large metal doors of the Industrial Industries Co. Building. Inside, her new job awaited her as head of machinations, where she would be in charge of the running and maintenance of every one of the two thousand machines in the building, machines designed for pressing, cubing, crushing, pulping and who knows what else.
Once inside she looked around, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail swishing as she did so. All around her in every direction stretched rows upon rows of large, heavy, industrial machines as far as the eye could see. In the distance she spotted some sort of tower with glass panels on all sides, like some sort of air traffic control tower. She frowned in confusion and started to walk towards it, and accidently bumped straight into someone.
"Hey! Watch it!" The woman she had bumped into said, having dropped the cardboard box she had been holding. "Great, now looks what you made me do..." Natasha blushed, having always been somewhat of a klutz, and got down to help the woman pick up the dropped objects, which turned out to be bits of bric-a-brac, the kind usually found adorning an office desk.
"S-sorry about that! It's my first day and I was just taken in by it all!" Natasha squeaked. The other woman frowned and looked the blonde over, taking in her curvaceous form and pink tank top, all of which had 'dumb blonde' written all over it. She raised an eyebrow.
"You're the one taking over my job? Great. Not only do they replace me, but it's with a bit of unskilled vapid eye candy." Natasha was slightly taken aback by the other woman's brashness, but decided to strike out for friendliness. She held out her hand.
"I-I'm Natasha... Sorry about bumping into you..." The other woman, who was a brunette wearing overalls and a baseball cap, narrowed her eyes, then shook her hand.
"Sally. Former head of machinations for thirteen years, until I asked if I could have a cushion for my chair... Now it's out with the old and in with the new." Sally glares at Natasha, then, slowly, an evil smile spreads across her face. "Say... while I'm still allowed to use the machines, why don't I give you a little tour, show you the ropes, that kind of thing?"
Natasha smiled brightly "Wow, really? Thanks so much! I don't really have much experience. They just hired me because I was cheap. This'll really help!" Sally just nodded as she put her box down, then turned and beckoned for Natasha to follow.
"Don't you worry. We'll have you nice and broken in in no time.
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"And this is our metal crusher. We use it to turn large loads of metal into little cubes." Sally pointed at the large box in front of her, one entire side of it a large door. Natasha looked on interestedly.
"Wow... that must have some serious crushing power behind it... And I'm in charge?" Sally just smiled bitterly and nodded, then opened the large door, revealing the inside of the steel box, swept perfectly clean.
"This thing can turn a tank into a foot wide cube. Here, step inside and have a look. It's perfectly safe." To a more intelligent being, Sally's words would have rung with deceit, but Natasha, so overcome with wonder, instantly hopped inside. Sally rolled her eyes, then closed the door and slid an iron latch into place, locking it tight.
"Whoops! Looks like there's some kind of door malfunction. Hang tight and I'll get you out of there." The brunette hummed happily to herself and walked over to the control panel just next to the machine, before twiddling with a few dials and pressing the 'on' button. Instantly the machine hummed into life, and two of the walls began to move inwards. Natasha's voice came out from the box.
"Um... Sally? Are those walls supposed to be moving? S-Sally?? SALLY?? HELP-" Her cries were cut short by a loud squish as she was compacted vertically, her body flattened to a few inches across. Sally grinned and pressed another button and the floor and the roof started to move. This time there was only a faint whimpering from the box as the two walls moved towards each other, followed by the same loud squish as before. Sally sniggered and twisted a few dials on the control panel, then left it on automatic as she went to get a bite to eat.

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Half an hour later Sally returned, wiping crumbs away from her mouth and giggling to herself, unable to wait to see what the machine had done to the blonde. She walked over to the control panel and flicked a switch, and the machine slowly turned itself off, the walls returning to place and the door unlatching itself. Sally walked over to the machine and pulled the door open.
In the middle of the machine, dazed and confused, was Natasha, squashed into a four-inch cube. Her face was on the top face, looking up with eyes wide and her tongue sticking out comically, the blonde's hair framing her face perfectly. The rest of the cube contained various body parts, all crushed into a perfect square. On the front face her breasts took up the whole side, crushed into two perfect rectangles behind her pink tank top. Sally desperately fought to contain a burst of laughter, and when she had regained her composure, walked in and picked up the cube.
"Sorry about that! The machines do malfunction sometimes." She placed the Natasha-cube on the control panel and rummaged around in her overalls pouch. "Luckily all employees are issued one of these!" Sally triumphantly pulls out what looked like a miniature helium tank, with only an inch-long nozzle on it. She stuffed the nozzle into Natasha's flat mouth and flicked the tank on. "I invented them myself after one of our workers got caught in this very machine. Unfortunately she had already been moved to hospital so I didn't get a chance to fix her, but I hear she makes a very good paperweight!"
With a loud 'ffmp!' the cube suddenly sprang back to its old shape. Natasha gasped for air and stayed seated on the control panel. "Does... that... happen... often...?"
Sally grins. "Oh, fairly often. Once every few days." She repressed a laugh as she saw Natasha go pale. "Now then, onto our next machine: The rollers!"

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"Impressive, isn't it!!" Sally shouted over the thunder of the rollers, the noise drowning out most surrounding noise. "I have no idea what it's point is, but my ex-bosses told me it had to be kept running at all times!" She stood in front of the control panel for the machine, while Natasha stood next to her on a small balcony overlooking the machine.
Natasha gazed down at the conveyer belt leading through five different sets of rollers, each looking heavier than the last. "Wow... would sure hate to fall in tha-WHOA!!" Natasha squeals as she suddenly drops straight through the floor onto the conveyor belt. Sally sniggers and takes her finger off the button marked 'trapdoor.'
Natasha groans and rubs her butt, having landed hard on it, then instantly noticed the huge steel rollers and screams, turning to run in the opposite direction. "Heeeeeeelp!!" Sally just watched as the young blonde made absolutely no progress against the conveyer belt, then grabbed a lever on the control panel and pushed it all the way up, laughing. Instantly the conveyor belt tripled in speed, tugging Natasha off her feet and straight through the first set of rollers with a long, drawn out 'squuuiiiiisssshhh!' The blonde wasn't done yet though. Her flattened form was carried alone and through another set of rollers, and another, and another and another until finally being deposited at the end of the conveyor belt, fluttering to the ground gently.
Sally slowly sauntered over to the flattened girl and held her up, giggling as she noticed that Natasha was partially transparent. The flat blonde had a goofy look of surprise spread over her face and her body was elongated a little in all directions. Aside from that she looked like a perfect Natasha poster. Sally took out her camera phone and took a picture, then removed the re-inflation device from her overalls pouch and started re-inflating the blonde again.
"Sorry, must have pressed the wrong button there. You don't know how dangerous it is to work in this place. You can be just walking along, minding your own business and SPLAT! Suddenly you're a pancake." She grins "Well, so I've heard, it's never happened to me. Take my advice; you don't want to work here. Hand the job back over to me, and walk away."
The blonde puffed back up to normal and removed the hose from her mouth, then glared at the woman in front of her. "So that's what this is about! You want me to quit so that you can have your job back! Well no-can-do, missy!" Something catches her eye just past the evil brunette and Natasha gets an idea "Although... I suppose I could give you a new job... though you would be working under me."
Sally's eyes open in surprise. "A job? Really? I'm in!" She grins to herself, already planning out how she could make a fool of Natasha and get the top job back. Natasha just nods.
"Yep, though we have to see how you do under pressure!!!" With that the blonde gave a mighty shove. Sally, caught by surprise, yelps and stumbles back onto a large metal plate. She growls and turns back to Natasha.
"Oh, that's it! You are going to be so fl-CLANG!!!" Natasha watches in satisfaction as the huge hydraulic piston slams down onto the spot where Sally had been standing, then slowly lifts back up, the disked brunette stuck to the bottom. Natasha grabs a bit of flat metal from nearby and scrapes Sally off, catching her as she falls, then holds up the perfectly disked tormentress. A look of fury was plastered across Sally's face. Natasha giggled.
"All right! The job's all yours!"

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It was a couple of days later and Natasha found she was fitting into her job perfectly. Thanks to the 'close-ups' Sally had given her of the machines, the blonde had a pretty good idea of the inner workings of them, and since Sally had left, employee 'accidents' were down eighty percent.
Things could not be better, Natasha thought to herself as she sat in the main control tower on her swivel chair, sipping a cup of hot chocolate and looking out over the expanse of machinery. A sudden knock on the door brought her out of her serene thoughts and she looked over to see her boss, Ms. Janet, come in. She smiled brightly.
"Ah! Miss Natasha. Due to the astonishing results you've achieved in your first few days here, the board of directors, after must discussion and debate, has seen fit to award you with a cushion for your chair!" She holds out a fairly worn cushion towards Natasha, but the blonde waves it away.
"No thank you, Miss Janet. I've got my own." She bounced a little on her chair and her boss smiled.
"That's just like you, Natasha, always thinking ahead. Keep up the good work!" Janet turns and heads out the door and Natasha goes back to bouncing on her cushion, smiling.
"Yep. I've got my own cushion, and she couldn't be comfier."