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Wow! My first full-length story!
I figured I'd write a little flattening fic, since that's personally the kinda stuff I enjoy writing most. I'll write some other stuff too, though, including some non-transformation things, so be on the lookout for that too! This one features my main song (for now) Shiro, along with a character I've been working on for a bit: Laurent Arsene. I hope you enjoy this!
Shiro comes to Arsene Systems Incorporated for a new job; but he might have gotten a bit in over his head...
Help Wanted.
At least, that’s what the little flyer had said. In any case, Shiro was done with college, and he had to pay his rent while he searched for a better job.
His interview at the factory was on a cold day, the entire sky overcast. He paid the bus fare and rode out to the industrial district, getting off at the station and waddling his way over to the address he had been given. Arsene Systems Inc., 1890 Industry Road, Fauna City. The building was old, with the faded company logo emblazoned on the side brick wall of the main building. Steam poured from smokestacks on top of the factory, like the nostrils of a great dragon of old. Wow, this place was huge. Shiro thought this company was a home furnishing and clothing company, but maybe they did much more than that. He wasn’t sure. He approached the entrance to the factory and pushed open the glass doors.
The room was small. A distant sound of metallic clanking could be heard in the background, along with the quiet hum of fluorescent lights. A female lynx sat at the front desk, her dainty yet businesslike outfit marking her as a secretary. Her dark green eyes glanced up at the chubby shark as he waddled to the desk, handing a folder with his application and resumé.
“Hi. I’m, uhm, here for a job interview.”
The lynx’s eyes sharpened. Her name tag read Margaret. “Name?”
“Shiro Sato.”
“Wonderful. Please enter that room and stand on the yellow tile. Mr. Arsene will be with you in a moment.” She nods to a door labelled NEW ARRIVALS. Shiro’s sea blue eyes meander over to the door. After a second, he gives a nod of thanks to her before entering.
The room was blank and empty, with grey tiles making up the floor- that is, except for a yellow tile in the center. A brown table with one chair opposite the yellow tile sat there, with an analog clock hung on the wall. As instructed, the chubby shark stood in the middle of the yellow tile, listening to the soft tick-tock of the timepiece. After a minute, the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was a slim, light blue Eastern dragon, donning a stylish black business suit. He had icy blue eyes which cut through Shiro’s chubby, awkward aura. An earpiece of some kind curled around the side of his head, upon which a small red light was blinking, giving a slow adagio tempo. He clutched Shiro’s application in his claws and sat down at the chair, opening it up on the table.
“Shiro Sato?” He raises an eyebrow. His voice is low yet smooth.
“Y-Yes.”
“Wonderful. My name is Laurent Arsene, but please, just call me Mr. Arsene.” Shiro nods as the dragon chuckles. He pores through the folder, turning the pages with a lackadaisical flair. “Quite the resumé and application, Mr. Sato. Graduated summa cum laude, stellar recommendation letters, fantastic essay. You’re perfect for this factory- and this job.”
Shiro feels his face redden. “Thank you, Mr. Arsene.”
“I must ask though...” Arsene twirls one of his whiskers with his large claw. “You are incredibly overqualified for this job, you see. I would think a Ross University grad would have no shortage of job opportunities. As a Ross grad myself, I find it surprising.”
“I’m just, uhm, looking for something to tide... tide me over. To pay the bills while I’m searching.”
The dragon nods, smiling. “Well, Arsene Systems would be honored to have you in administration, should you decide to stay. Us Rossies look out for one another, hm?” He flips through the folder some more as he winks to Shiro. The shark chuckles, his gaze falling to the floor. The second hand on the clock moves a few times. Shiro speaks.
“Mr. Arsene, I wanted to confirm the salary of this job.”
“Hm?” Arsene smirks. “Oh, don’t fret about that. You’ll never have to worry about rent during your tenure with Arsene Systems.” The clock ticks. Shiro stares down at the dragon as he closes his eyes, acting rather pensive. He snaps his fingers. “Well, Mr. Sato, that’s all I have to ask. Welcome to Arsene Systems Incorporated.” He stands up from the chair, towering over Shiro, offering his dragon claw to shake his soft hand. The chubby shark smiles, extending his hand and shaking it. Arsene snorts, a dark tone in his laugh as he retracted his claw. He slips his blue-scaled hand under the table.
“You start immediately.” He clicks a tiny button hidden under the table. The yellow tile swings out from under him on a hinge, and Shiro falls.
Well, partially. His belly catches on the opening, leaving him stuck in the aperture. “H-Huh? What’s happening!?!?” He tries to push himself out, but Arsene saunters around the table with a flamenco-like smoothness.
“Hm, a plump one. I love those.” He plants a large foot-claw on Shiro’s head, pushing down. As his body scrunches under the pressure, the fat shark offers a small yelp. “Please, enjoy your new job. Goodbye, Mr. Sato.” Arsene shoved his foot down, pushing Shiro through the hole and sending him plummeting into the abyss below.
Shiro fell for a few moments until he landed on a conveyor belt with a loud thump. He groaned as he laid on his back, trying to make sense of where he was. His ears filled with the bashing and clanging of huge metal machines, like a massive metallic orchestra playing the shark his own special funeral march. A stiff voice rang out. “NEW PRODUCT. NEW PRODUCT. SHIRO SATO, BLANKET.” What in the world did that mean? As he came to, he looked forward to see what the wide conveyor belt was drawing him to. All around him was nothing but other machines, all performing their own small tasks with colored pieces of... something trapped in their gears. There was a steep drop down to the ground, so Shiro couldn’t roll off without hurting himself. Before him was a massive roller, almost like the kind that one would see going over a fresh paved road. He yelped with shock and scrambled back as much as he could, but the conveyor belt continued its relentless march forward. He looked up to see where he had come from. Arsene watched with his cold eyes. The blue dragon waggled a claw at him.
He felt something smush his paw.
Shiro let out a gasp as he looked down. His big feet disappeared underneath the roller, which loomed over him with complete smushing intent as it rolled up his legs, taking its sweet time. He felt them spread and flatten under the immense pressure of the roller, as if they were nothing but clay. He looked back to Arsene. The dragon was gone, and the aperture from which he fell into this industrial hell was sealed back up. The roller reached his wide waist and huge tummy, which pushed a breath from his lungs. His belly, already soft and squishy, was no match for the crush. It moved up his chest, and then to his face. With a great groan, his face smushed and spread out. His brain felt overwhelmed with the feeling, the sensation, of the pressure. His features smeared, leaving his face wide and rather funny looking.
He had no idea of knowing what came next. Roller after roller pushed his form flatter and flatter, wider and wider. There was nothing the poor shark could do but feel the excruciating press of each successive crusher on him. His face and features smeared until they were but a loosely defined smear of white and blue, like if you had looked at the original Shiro’s face through frosted glass.
Finally, he felt something grab him on each side of his pseudo-rectangular form. The sensation was cold, unforgiving. With a great heave, it pulled, ensuring Shiro- or, the blanket- would be the right shape. A perfect rectangle. With that, a bar was placed on what was once his head, and the new blue blanket was rolled up with methodical care. Parts of his body that never touched before now pressed against each other. Now in a tight cylinder, mechanical hands clamped down on him. He heard a buzzing noise, and then that stiff voice once more. “NEW PRODUCT COMPLETE. NEW PRODUCT COMPLETE.”
“My, my, Mr. Sato. You make a fine blanket.” A low, seductive voice purred. Shiro felt one lone claw pull across his feet. He shivered. “Take this one to storage.” A beep sounded out, and in a second, he was pushed into a slot against the wall, among many other blankets, all of various colors and sizes. The blue dragon smiled as he raised a claw to his earpiece.
“Margaret?”
“Yes, Mr. Arsene?”
“Post the new job listing and inform me when we have our first applicants. That will be all.”
I figured I'd write a little flattening fic, since that's personally the kinda stuff I enjoy writing most. I'll write some other stuff too, though, including some non-transformation things, so be on the lookout for that too! This one features my main song (for now) Shiro, along with a character I've been working on for a bit: Laurent Arsene. I hope you enjoy this!
Shiro comes to Arsene Systems Incorporated for a new job; but he might have gotten a bit in over his head...
Help Wanted.
At least, that’s what the little flyer had said. In any case, Shiro was done with college, and he had to pay his rent while he searched for a better job.
His interview at the factory was on a cold day, the entire sky overcast. He paid the bus fare and rode out to the industrial district, getting off at the station and waddling his way over to the address he had been given. Arsene Systems Inc., 1890 Industry Road, Fauna City. The building was old, with the faded company logo emblazoned on the side brick wall of the main building. Steam poured from smokestacks on top of the factory, like the nostrils of a great dragon of old. Wow, this place was huge. Shiro thought this company was a home furnishing and clothing company, but maybe they did much more than that. He wasn’t sure. He approached the entrance to the factory and pushed open the glass doors.
The room was small. A distant sound of metallic clanking could be heard in the background, along with the quiet hum of fluorescent lights. A female lynx sat at the front desk, her dainty yet businesslike outfit marking her as a secretary. Her dark green eyes glanced up at the chubby shark as he waddled to the desk, handing a folder with his application and resumé.
“Hi. I’m, uhm, here for a job interview.”
The lynx’s eyes sharpened. Her name tag read Margaret. “Name?”
“Shiro Sato.”
“Wonderful. Please enter that room and stand on the yellow tile. Mr. Arsene will be with you in a moment.” She nods to a door labelled NEW ARRIVALS. Shiro’s sea blue eyes meander over to the door. After a second, he gives a nod of thanks to her before entering.
The room was blank and empty, with grey tiles making up the floor- that is, except for a yellow tile in the center. A brown table with one chair opposite the yellow tile sat there, with an analog clock hung on the wall. As instructed, the chubby shark stood in the middle of the yellow tile, listening to the soft tick-tock of the timepiece. After a minute, the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was a slim, light blue Eastern dragon, donning a stylish black business suit. He had icy blue eyes which cut through Shiro’s chubby, awkward aura. An earpiece of some kind curled around the side of his head, upon which a small red light was blinking, giving a slow adagio tempo. He clutched Shiro’s application in his claws and sat down at the chair, opening it up on the table.
“Shiro Sato?” He raises an eyebrow. His voice is low yet smooth.
“Y-Yes.”
“Wonderful. My name is Laurent Arsene, but please, just call me Mr. Arsene.” Shiro nods as the dragon chuckles. He pores through the folder, turning the pages with a lackadaisical flair. “Quite the resumé and application, Mr. Sato. Graduated summa cum laude, stellar recommendation letters, fantastic essay. You’re perfect for this factory- and this job.”
Shiro feels his face redden. “Thank you, Mr. Arsene.”
“I must ask though...” Arsene twirls one of his whiskers with his large claw. “You are incredibly overqualified for this job, you see. I would think a Ross University grad would have no shortage of job opportunities. As a Ross grad myself, I find it surprising.”
“I’m just, uhm, looking for something to tide... tide me over. To pay the bills while I’m searching.”
The dragon nods, smiling. “Well, Arsene Systems would be honored to have you in administration, should you decide to stay. Us Rossies look out for one another, hm?” He flips through the folder some more as he winks to Shiro. The shark chuckles, his gaze falling to the floor. The second hand on the clock moves a few times. Shiro speaks.
“Mr. Arsene, I wanted to confirm the salary of this job.”
“Hm?” Arsene smirks. “Oh, don’t fret about that. You’ll never have to worry about rent during your tenure with Arsene Systems.” The clock ticks. Shiro stares down at the dragon as he closes his eyes, acting rather pensive. He snaps his fingers. “Well, Mr. Sato, that’s all I have to ask. Welcome to Arsene Systems Incorporated.” He stands up from the chair, towering over Shiro, offering his dragon claw to shake his soft hand. The chubby shark smiles, extending his hand and shaking it. Arsene snorts, a dark tone in his laugh as he retracted his claw. He slips his blue-scaled hand under the table.
“You start immediately.” He clicks a tiny button hidden under the table. The yellow tile swings out from under him on a hinge, and Shiro falls.
Well, partially. His belly catches on the opening, leaving him stuck in the aperture. “H-Huh? What’s happening!?!?” He tries to push himself out, but Arsene saunters around the table with a flamenco-like smoothness.
“Hm, a plump one. I love those.” He plants a large foot-claw on Shiro’s head, pushing down. As his body scrunches under the pressure, the fat shark offers a small yelp. “Please, enjoy your new job. Goodbye, Mr. Sato.” Arsene shoved his foot down, pushing Shiro through the hole and sending him plummeting into the abyss below.
Shiro fell for a few moments until he landed on a conveyor belt with a loud thump. He groaned as he laid on his back, trying to make sense of where he was. His ears filled with the bashing and clanging of huge metal machines, like a massive metallic orchestra playing the shark his own special funeral march. A stiff voice rang out. “NEW PRODUCT. NEW PRODUCT. SHIRO SATO, BLANKET.” What in the world did that mean? As he came to, he looked forward to see what the wide conveyor belt was drawing him to. All around him was nothing but other machines, all performing their own small tasks with colored pieces of... something trapped in their gears. There was a steep drop down to the ground, so Shiro couldn’t roll off without hurting himself. Before him was a massive roller, almost like the kind that one would see going over a fresh paved road. He yelped with shock and scrambled back as much as he could, but the conveyor belt continued its relentless march forward. He looked up to see where he had come from. Arsene watched with his cold eyes. The blue dragon waggled a claw at him.
He felt something smush his paw.
Shiro let out a gasp as he looked down. His big feet disappeared underneath the roller, which loomed over him with complete smushing intent as it rolled up his legs, taking its sweet time. He felt them spread and flatten under the immense pressure of the roller, as if they were nothing but clay. He looked back to Arsene. The dragon was gone, and the aperture from which he fell into this industrial hell was sealed back up. The roller reached his wide waist and huge tummy, which pushed a breath from his lungs. His belly, already soft and squishy, was no match for the crush. It moved up his chest, and then to his face. With a great groan, his face smushed and spread out. His brain felt overwhelmed with the feeling, the sensation, of the pressure. His features smeared, leaving his face wide and rather funny looking.
He had no idea of knowing what came next. Roller after roller pushed his form flatter and flatter, wider and wider. There was nothing the poor shark could do but feel the excruciating press of each successive crusher on him. His face and features smeared until they were but a loosely defined smear of white and blue, like if you had looked at the original Shiro’s face through frosted glass.
Finally, he felt something grab him on each side of his pseudo-rectangular form. The sensation was cold, unforgiving. With a great heave, it pulled, ensuring Shiro- or, the blanket- would be the right shape. A perfect rectangle. With that, a bar was placed on what was once his head, and the new blue blanket was rolled up with methodical care. Parts of his body that never touched before now pressed against each other. Now in a tight cylinder, mechanical hands clamped down on him. He heard a buzzing noise, and then that stiff voice once more. “NEW PRODUCT COMPLETE. NEW PRODUCT COMPLETE.”
“My, my, Mr. Sato. You make a fine blanket.” A low, seductive voice purred. Shiro felt one lone claw pull across his feet. He shivered. “Take this one to storage.” A beep sounded out, and in a second, he was pushed into a slot against the wall, among many other blankets, all of various colors and sizes. The blue dragon smiled as he raised a claw to his earpiece.
“Margaret?”
“Yes, Mr. Arsene?”
“Post the new job listing and inform me when we have our first applicants. That will be all.”
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