Slowly Squashed

Stories from "Girl with no Shirt on Island"
Ep. 26

Olive was in a crop top and shorts, and beneath a gigantic press. Barriers to her side prevented escape. As it was, the press was so low she couldn't even roll over. The slightest lowering would smoosh her.
There was a loud *thunk*, and Olive jolted. There was a sound of clinking chains, and she thought "I'm about to be flat."
And indeed Olive was. She felt her small space become even smaller. It was super slow, barely perceptible. She at first was fairly comfortable, as if only a light box was resting on her.
The pressure increased. Olive felt herself get pressed down a little, but it was still only as if something was only resting on her. She wished that was all, and that she wasn't actually being crushed into paper.
The crushing would soon commence. Olive's body was no longer able to fight the pressure, and she felt it. It wasn't so much like she was being flattened, but just being smoothed out. She soon felt it on her back. Her face and boobs were all pressed so that they were level, the same happening on her backside. She began, uselessly, to push back with her arms.
Soon Olive's whole front side was level, you could've placed on a marble on her tummy and it wouldn't roll. She felt her back and her front be squeezed together, the back of her head and her face were pushed together, her bra and bra strap were forced towards each other, her belly button and back were becoming closer, and so on.
Olive became more and more squeezed, her body putting up no fight against the pressure. Flatter and flatter she went, as the two pieces of the press became closer and closer. Olive became very flat, and when the press finally stopped squashing her, she was only a quarter inch thick. She peeled up, and awkwardly flopped away.
The End