Jill's Flat Day

A commission with flattening, inflation, and popping.  Enjoy!

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Jill, an anthro cougar and a notorious thief, was walking along the street one warm sunny afternoon.  Humming to herself, she found herself passing a construction site—and stuck underneath a steam roller’s front drum was a lovely sight.
“A one hundred dollar bill!” screeched the cougar, a grin lighting up her face.  “Wowee!”  She walked up to the steam roller, smiling endlessly, and reached out for the bill.  Though there was a bit of resistance, the hundred dollar bill came out from underneath the front drum!
“Yes!” exclaimed Jill, putting the bill in the back pocket of her cargo shorts.  Giving her thieving nature, she had no intention of trying to find the bill’s rightful owner—she was just going to keep it for herself!
And that’s when things started to go wrong.
The cougar heard a lurching noise behind her . . . and realized that the steam roller was starting to turn on!  She started to go out of the way of the large vehicle, but as it went forward, her toes got caught underneath the front drum!  “Ah!” Jill yelled in surprise, tumbling to the ground.  She landed with her back facing up, and her toes still caught under the steam roller!  The cougar tried to pull them out, but they were stuck good!
And so, the flattening began.
The vehicle slowly crushed her toes and moved onto Jill’s feet.  As the steam roller went forward, the cougar’s feet began to get flatter and flatter, until they were practically two dimensional.  First the ball of her foot was caught underneath the machine, then the steam roller climbed up the bridge and sole of the limb, crushing it slowly, bit by bit, flattening and squeezing as it went along.  Until finally, Jill’s entire foot was a pancake now, not a moveable limb.
“Oh crap,” the cougar muttered, feeling her body get flattened.  She looked up, trying to see who was driving the steam roller.  “HELP!” she screamed.  “STOP DRIVING!  I’M UNDER HERE!”  But whoever was driving either couldn’t hear her, or was ignoring her, because the vehicle kept going forward regardless of her screams.
The steam roller reached her ankle, and began crushing her legs and tail down to size.  They started out normal and circular, but as the vehicle moved forward, crushing them down, they became flat and paper-like.  It started at the ankles, but the steam roller steadily moved forward to crush more of her body down: it made its way up Jill’s calves, slowly crushing them down until they too were flat, not circular anymore, but rectangular and squashed, level with the surface of the ground.  After her calves were completely crushed, the steam roller moved onto the cougar’s thighs.  It squashed her knee down, making it join the rest of her body in its flatness, and slowly went up her legs.  
The process was agonizingly steady, a gradual one, as the steam roller was not a machine that rushed its job, but did it slowly, without care for the ground beneath it—or in this case, the victim beneath it.  Jill’s poor thighs were ever so slowly flattened by the machine, crushed down bit by steady bit.  Until, finally, it was done, and all of Jill’s legs were now completely two dimensional.
The machine had reached Jill’s hips now, and the cougar knew the rest of her would be crushed soon.  She looked up at the driver again, trying to make out who it was.  “STOP!” she screamed again.  “PLEASE, JUST STOP MOVING!  STOP THIS THING, PLEASE!”
That’s when she heard an evil laugh.  A laugh she recognized. . .
The steam roller stopped for a minute, and a brown raccoon stepped out of the driver’s seat, walking up to the cougar.  “Hey there, Jill,” she said, laughing again.
“Sandra . . . of course it had to be you!” the cougar groaned angrily.
“Naturally,” the raccoon taunted her, chuckling.  “Who else would lure you over here with a one hundred dollar bill, then proceed to make you into a pancake?”
Jill tried to stand to confront Sandra—but her legs were completely flat by now; it was impossible for her to get up.  “Aw, are you too flat to put up a fight?” the raccoon cooed, laughing harder.  “Good.  Looks like I’ve done my job!”
“Shut up,” the cougar snapped.
“Ok,” Sandra said, shrugging.  “Guess I’ll go back to flattening you, then~!”
“No no no, wait!” screamed Jill.  But it was too late.  Sandra got back into the driver’s seat and turned the steam roller on.  The front drum moved forward, and continued to flatten the cougar.
Jills ass was next, and as the steam roller moved forward, it began to crush it down.  This part of Jill was bigger than her thighs, calves, or feet, so it took quite a while for the vehicle to completely flatten the cougar’s big butt.  It moved slowly across her ass, flattening the bottom first, then moving over to the bigger top.  As it crushed her butt, it was also crushing her hips down to a two dimensional size, squishing them bit by bit.  The machine made its way up Jill’s ass, squeezing the cheeks down as it moved up, up, up.  Until, finally, her entire butt was a flat pancake on the ground, and the steam roller moved on.
It made its way to the cougar’s back.  Compared to the butt, this was a much easier feat, but for Jill, it was quite the experience.  She could feel the steamroller moving onto her back, flattening it, and flattening her belly at the exact same time.  It moved up her back to her chest area, squishing that down as well, and now the cougar could feel her breasts flattening.  Her boobs squished into the ground as the steam roller moved forward, squashing her back down to a flat pancake.  When the vehicle was done, Jill’s entire back was completely flat, and only her neck and head were left.
“Oh crap,” the cougar muttered as the steam roller moved forward, towards her head.  “This won’t be good. . .”
First, the vehicle squashed her neck, squishing it down until it, like every other part of Jill, was flat and two dimensional.  Then it moved onto her head.
The cougar could feel it as the machine’s weight pressed down on her head, forcing her lips to the pavement.  As it moved up her head, her nose squished against the ground, as did her eyes—now she couldn’t see anything!  Her ears were forced to the pavement, and then, it was completely done.
Jill had been completely flattened.
Sandra reversed the steam roller so that it went over Jill again—the cougar felt insulted, being run over like this.  Once the vehicle was back at the cougar’s feet, the raccoon turned it off, and got out of the machine.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” she taunted Jill.  “You’re nothing but a flat pancake now.”
“Oh yeah?!” Jill said—or tried to say, as her lips were stuck to the pavement, and she was incapable of making much of a sound.  She tried to peel her body off of the pavement, but unfortunately, she was stuck to it!  The steam roller had really flattened her good—she couldn’t move from this position.
Whistling victoriously, Sandra strolled up to the cougar and knelt down in front of her.  Then, she reached out and rifled through the back pocket of Jill’s cargo shorts, and pulled out the one hundred dollar bill she had used to lure the flattened cat.  She returned it to her own pocket, smirking.  Then she looked over her victim, trying to decide what to do with her. . .
“Oh, silly me!” Jill heard Sandra remark.  “I forgot to bring the syrup for such a tasty looking cougar pancake!”  A chill ran down Jill’s spine.  Was she about to be eaten, reduced to nothing more than a breakfast food to be feasted upon?
“Then again,” she heard Sandra say, “I've already eaten quite recently, so I'm not that hungry.  Hmm, what am I to do with you. . .?
“Ah, I know!”
The cougar heard the raccoon walk away from her, and there was a long pause.  Then she heard Sandra come back, and go in front of her face.  She felt a paw on top of her head, and then her face was suddenly peeled off of the pavement.
“OW!” Jill yelled, looking in front of her.  “What was that for?!”
“You look so silly like this, all flattened,” teased Sandra, laughing.  “Don’t worry though.  It’s a good thing I brought this along—it’ll help you get back in shape!”
That’s when she saw exactly what the raccoon was holding: an air tank, with a hose sprouting off of it.  Oh no.  Was Sandra going to. . .?
Suddenly, the raccoon reached forward and forced Jill’s mouth open.  Before the cougar could protest, the air hose was shoved inside of her maw.  Crap!  She tried to spit the hose out, but it was too deep in . . . not to mention she couldn’t really do much as a flat pancake.
She knew exactly what Sandra planned to do: inflate her.  And she definitely wasn’t going to inflate her back to normal—no, the raccoon was more devious than that. . .
Sandra reached over and turned the air tank on.  With a whirring noise, the inflation began.
Air began to go inside Jill, flowing inside of her mouth, and it filled up her cheeks first.  Bit by bit, her face inflated, bulges forming at the sides . . . and those bulges got bigger and bigger as time went on.  More and more air flowed inside of the cougar’s mouth, until finally, her cheeks were extremely big, completely bulged out, bigger than she ever thought they could possibly get!  And as a flat pancake with enormous cheeks, she looked incredibly silly.  But this inflation had just begun—it wasn’t anywhere near over.
The air started to spread to the rest of Jill’s face, stretching it out bit by bit and slowly returning it back to its normal proportions.  The air made her slowly unflatten, little by little: she could feel it as her jaw began to distend back to its normal sized snout, and her nose and lips became unsquashed as the oxygen filled them up.  It took a while, but her face soon returned to its regular size—well, /regular/ aside from the huge cheeks, that is.
The air then traveled downward, flowing down the cougar’s esophagus, and a bulge began to form there, too.  It started out small, marble sized, but quickly grew until it was the size of a baseball, and then became even bigger than that!  Until, finally, there was a great big bulge in Jill’s flattened neck.  Sandra glanced down at it, and laughed.  “You look like you’re ready for the circus,” she teased Jill.  The cougar wanted to tell her off—or perhaps flip her off—but thanks to the air hose and the flattening, she could do neither of those things.
Once the bulge was done forming in her throat, it filled up the rest of her neck, returning it back to normal size.  That process took only a few seconds to complete, as more oxygen went inside of Jill’s neck, making it go from flat and lifeless, to its regular cylindrical size.  Relieved, the cougar moved her neck, happy that it was back—but with a sinking feeling, she felt that the inflation was still going.  Great.  That was just great. . .
The air traveled down to her shoulders, and it slowly began to blow them up, returning them from their flat size back to her normal size, all in a matter of seconds.  Then, the air went down to Jill’s arms, and began to fill them up too.  The limbs started out flaccid and limb, flat against the surface of the pavement.  But as more and more air began to fill them up, they too began to return to their normal size, becoming relaxed but firm arms at  the cougar’s sides.  Jill let out a sigh of relief . . . but this part of the inflation wasn’t over.
Air continued to fill up the cougar’s arms, making them rounder and bigger second by second.  As they got larger and larger, they became firm and taut, until they were so big, Jill feared they might pop at any moment.  Once that one done, the air moved onto her hands, inflating the flat fingers until they were bulging absolutely enormously.  The cougar tried to move her arms and hands, and realized that they were so tight, that she couldn’t move them even a little bit!  Crap!
Then her shoulders filled up the same way, growing in size and thickness as oxygen poured inside, swelling them up.  This continued until they, too, were big enough to almost pop, and then, the air moved on.
It reached Jill’s chest, and filled up the flat area, rounding it out and making the pancaked part of her return to normal size.  But it didn’t stop once it was back at normal size—no, it kept going!  Her chest jutted out more and more, and the inflation reached her breasts.
Air filled up one of the cougar’s boobs, then the other, and soon they were no longer flat, but had returned to their normal A cup size.  But the oxygen continued to go inside of them—it made them swell up and stretch more and more, pulling against Jill’s elastic clothing.  They quickly turned into a B cup, and as they expanded bigger and bigger, they turned to a C cup, then a D cup.  Then a burst of air rocketed inside, and they swelled into an F cup!
Jill turned red with embarrassment, and looked over at Sandra.  The brown raccoon was laughing hysterically, unable to hide her amusement even a little bit.  “Aw man, this inflation is doing a number on you!” she said between giggles.  “I wonder how big your boobs are going to be when it’s all over.  Ha ha ha!”
The cougar turned even redder, and her breasts continued to grow in front of her.  They inflated more and more, and didn’t stop until they were both the size of watermelons.  They were like giant balloons, and the fact that they were tugging Jill off of the ground certainly helped that comparison. . .
The oxygen traveled downward, to Jill’s stomach.  First, it un-flattened the area, filling it up with air and making it return to normal size.  Then, it began to fill up her empty belly, and make her gut grow.
The cougar’s stomach started our rather normal sized—flat, if you will, like anybody else’s.  But as air slowly trickled inside of it, it began to fill her up completely, and make her mass expand.  It started out as a barely noticeable change—maybe she ate a little too much for dinner, but one could barely tell.  But then it grew to the point where one could /definitely/ tell, her stomach swelling so big it looked like she had eaten somebody /for/ dinner.  And then it just exploded in growth, continuing to expand even as she began getting pushed off the ground by her belly, getting bigger and bigger until it was absolutely /enormous/.
As her stomach expanded in size, Jill could feel herself starting to float.  By the time her belly had finished growing, she was a few inches off the ground!  “How’s the view from up there?” teased Sandra, chuckling.
The air trickled down to the only part of Jill that was still flat: the cougar’s legs.  It flowed into her thighs and calves, stretching them until they were back to normal size, and then not stopping as it made them even bigger than that!  Her legs, like her arms, became firmer, tighter, as more and more oxygen flowed inside of them.  Soon they felt like they could pop!  And then, the air traveled down to her feet, quickly filling up the soles of her feet, then traveling down the bridges.  Until, finally, the air reached her toes, and filled those up as well, making them taunt and unmovable.
Then the air went into her tail.  It filled up the flat appendage bit by bit, making it grow and grow until it went from cylindrical to oval shaped.  Like her limbs, the tail became tight, and the cougar found that she couldn’t move it.  Finally though, the air flowing inside of it stopped.
There was a brief pause.  Jill waited for something to happen.  Was the inflation over?
. . . Not quite.
The air continued to flow inside of the cougar, and it filled up her midsection, making it swell bigger and bigger.  Her back, chest, and stomach all began to inflate even further than they did before, the Jill felt herself growing.  She became larger and larger, her body becoming circular as more and more air filled her up.  The cougar swelled bigger and bigger, feeling her limbs getting smaller and smaller as she became huge.  When it was all over, she was a huge blimp of a person, with her limbs tiny at her sides.
Sandra turned off the air hose and took a few steps back, admiring her work.  “Oh dear me!” she remarked with a smirk, pulling the hose out of Jill’s mouth.  “I seemed to have put too much air back in!  Well, don’t worry, Jill.  I have just the thing to get that excess air out of you!"
“And what’s that?” Jill managed to snarl.
The brown raccoon only smiled, and pulled something out of her shorts pocket.  Upon seeing what it was, Jill’s face turned to horror.  “No, no, please!” she begged Sandra.  “Anything but that!”
“Too bad!” Sandra replied, holding up the pin with a grin.  “I’ll see you later, Jill.  Bye~!”
She walked up and brought the pin forward.  Jill tried to move away from her, but found she couldn’t maneuver effectively in this state—in other words, she could barely move!  And so she was helpless as Sandra brought her hand up, and poked a hole right in her belly.
Immediately, air rocketed out of the cougar, and she went flying backwards in the air, screaming.  Sandra watched her go with a smile on her face.  “Oh, it feels so good to one up my rival like that,” the brown raccoon said.  Then she walked away, whistling.
Meanwhile, Jill was still screaming.  She was rocketing backwards still, and air was rushing out of her midsection.  This caused her blimp sized body to slowly reduce in size, as oxygen came out of it and rocketed into the open air.
More and more oxygen left her as she began to deflate.  Her mass had been absolutely enormous, but soon, it was reducing in size.  Her blimp body shrunk down as the air rocketed out of her: she started out quite huge, but shrunk down bit by bit, until, finally, her arm were back at her side, and her stomach was back to its huge state—still rather big, but not as massive as it had been before.
Then her stomach started to shrink even more.  It started out bloated and round, but the hole made it go down in size, more and more, until it was completely flat once again.  “Oh great,” Jill muttered, looking down at her shrunken gut.  “Am I going to be a pancake /again/?!”
To answer that question, her tail shrunk down, air leaving it as it deflated.  The tightness left her tail, and that was a nice relief, but then, her tail went from tight and inflated, to normal and loose, to flat and unmoving.
Then her legs reduced in size.  Thighs and calves deflated bit by bit, and the air flowed out of the cougar’s toes.  For a brief instant, she was able to move them . . . but then, she felt them go flat once again.  “Well crap,” she muttered, feeling her legs go from normal to flattened as well.  “That’s great.  That’s just /great/.”
Her breasts were next.  The watermelon shaped appendages slowly began to deflate thanks to the hole, shrinking down until they were an F cup.  Then they reduced down to a D cup, then a C cup, then a B cup.  For a moment they stayed at their blessedly normal size of an A cup . . . but then, they deflated even more, shrinking down beyond what a cup could measure, and became flat on Jill’s chest.  “Well, that’s just embarrassing,” she muttered.
The rest of her chest area reduced in size as well, and then, her shoulders began to sag.  The puffiness left them as oxygen began to leave, and they slowly sunk down at Jill’s sides.  But they quickly flattened, and her arms were next. . .
Her arms were currently tight and full of air.  But as the deflation spread to that area, they became looser and looser, until Jill could finally feel—and move—her fingers again!  She hoped the prayed that they wouldn’t join in on the flattening—she wanted to at least be able to move her /arms/ when this was all over.  But alas, it was not to be, and her arms became flat at her sides, just like her shoulders.
The deflation went up to her throat, and the bulge there slowly began to shrink.  It started out absolutely massive, making her look like she was a frog holding in a croak.  But as the bulge reduced down in size, it went from massive, to gigantic, to huge, to big, and then, it shrunk back into her throat, never to be seen again (until the next inflation, that is. . .).  Then her neck began to un-swell, the tightness leaving it just like it had left Jill’s legs, arms, and tail, and soon, her neck was as flat as the rest of her.  But the deflation wasn’t done yet.  There was still one last part of her left.
Jill’s cheeks slowly deflated, the air leaving them bit by bit as she reduced in size and became flat once again.  Like the bulge in her throat, the bulges in her cheeks started out rather big, but they quickly reduced in size as she deflated, until it was like they hadn’t been there at all.  But then her face began to deflate, bit by bit, flattening on all sides.  Her nose and lips flattened against the surface once again, and her head shrunk.  Last but not least, the air sunk out of the cougar’s cheeks, and left her.
And so, just like that, it was done.  The deflation finished, and Jill landed helplessly in a field, a flat pancake once again.  “Great,” she muttered.  “Just great.”  Opening her mouth, she began to blow air back into herself, inflating her body back to normal bit by tiny bit.
Air slowly began to pour back inside of the cougar—it was a slow process that was for sure.  First the oxygen filled up her face, making her head become three dimensional yet again.  Then it un-flattened her neck, making it a cylinder once more.  Air traveled through her body, filling it up back to its normal size.  It came through her shoulders, arms, hands, chest, breasts, stomach, legs, feet.  Until, finally, Jill was completely back to normal—well, other than the small hole that was in her belly.  But that would be fine once she had a piece of tape.
When she was finished, the cougar stood up from the ground and raised a fist in the air.  “Alright, Sandra!” she yelled into the sky.  “You’ve won this round!
“But watch your back.  Because I’m going to get you right when you least expect it!  Mark my words!”