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A cushion for mom by Crushed2Mush *note this was sent incomplete. does anyone have the rest? My mom works in a research center in Houston and she and a group of
other women had been working on a very top secret project for several
months. My mom was especially excited this morning when she got up
and got dressed for work. I was only 8 years old and didn't
understand what all the excitement was about. "Today, we get to
try out the new experiment project we've been working so hard on for
so long!" She told me excitedly. I just smiled and said,
"that's nice." My mom was 32 years old and a very
attractive lady. She was 5'8" tall and weighed 130 pounds, with
the little amount of excess weight in her hips and thighs. She had
shoulder length blond hair and a very smooth, silky but slightly
tanned complexion.

"I know!" She said, still with the excitement in her voice.
"Instead of taking you to the babysitter today, why not come to
work with me and I'll show you what we've been doing and you can see
the experiment we've been working on, first hand." "Sure,
whatever." I answered, not too thrilled about it, but not too
thrilled about spending another boring day with the babysitter
either. School was out for the summer and I had absolutely nothing
to keep me busy. We got into her car and drove to the center.
Inside, my mom introduced me to the other 4 women that were engaged
in the project with her. They all smiled at me and I couldn't help
but notice how attractive they all were, even at my young age.

The first couple of hours they were all busy getting the equipment
set up for the experiment. I walked around bored and looking for
something to do. Finally my mom called me over and said, "we're
ready to try it baby, isn't it exciting!" She said almost
bursting with anticipation. I walked over and Mom said, "how
would you like to be the very first to try it out?" I looked
and there were two shiney steel plates on the floor, surrounded by
tall mirrors on three sides of each plate. There were also a number
of wires and different weird looking gadgets attached along the sides
of the mirrors. "Come and stand on this platform and we'll get
started." My mom instructed me. "What's it supposed to
do?" I finally asked Mom, now somewhat interested, since I was
the first to try it out. "It's a surprise," she said.
"You'll see in abut 5 minutes," she added. I stepped up on
the small platform. The other women began attaching gadgets on my
wrists, around my neck, and ankles, ano!
ther object was attached to my waist, and then a funnel shaped gadget
was placed on my head. Another lady then slipped a pair of dark sun
shades over my eyes. The fourth lady brought in what looked like a
cushion and placed in on the platform to the side of me. Then the
women placed the same gadges around the cushion. I saw my mom walk
over to a control board and begin to push buttons and flip switches.
A fan started and several lights began to light up. "Okay baby,
now hold your breath, because here we go!" I took a deep breath
and suddenly very bright lights began blinking and reflecting off the
mirrors and all kinds of funny sounds, like little beepers could be
heard. In a matter of seconds, I began to feel very dizzy and
exhausted. Then suddenly intense heat flooded me almost to the point
of being unbearable, but I found myself unable to even move. Then I
suppose I blacked out. When I regained consciousness, I knew
immediately something was very wrong. I coul!
dn't move! I had all my senses, because I could hear, see, smell, f

Mom walked over smiling down at me and said, "well, our project
is a total success!" She picked me up and held me up to the
mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was as flat as the cushion
that was placed on the other platform. It was like my body had
melted down and my face was right in the center of my molten body!
"I want to thank you for volunteering to be my cushion,
baby!" She said still smiling. I tried to speak, but couldn't.
"Oh, don't worry baby, you dont have to thank me now. The
comfort you're going to give me will be plenty thanks enough!"
She said. She and all the women laughed. "Now for the ultimate
test. We'll see how you hold up." She said taking me over to a
chair. She placed me in the seat of the chair. "Now this is
going to be very uncomfortable for you, but I promise, no matter how
hard or how long I squash you, you will be just fine. It'll hurt
like everything, but you will not be permanently harmed in anyway.
You're my little baby cushio!
n from now on!" With that said, she turned around abruptly and
sat down on me. I could feel my flattened body conforming to the
curves of her butt, immediately as I squashed under her weight. I
was unable to move, or hardly breathe or anything except lay there
and be my mom's cushion. She sat on me and squirmed and twisted on
me, and then finally she raised up about 2 feet. I thought she was
going to let me up and turn me back into her son again. Instead she
practically fell down on me as hard as she could. I thought I would
burst wide open under her tremendous weight.

After sitting on me a couple of minutes, she got up. "Wow, you
make an excellent cushion to sit on baby!" Now, I'm going to
attach the shrinker to you and make you much smaller so I can see
what kind of heel cushion you will make for me." She then
attached another funny looking gadget to me and flipped a small
toggle switch on it. I began to feel very weird again and in only a
few seconds I went from about 12" in diameter, to about 2 inches
in diameter. I was about 1/2 inch thick now, but still had the same
cushion shape. I heard my mom call "Vanessa, come over here and
try out my heel cushion. You're wearing clogs so all you have to do
is raise up on your toes so I can put him under your heel. Then tell
me how he feels." Vanessa immediately walked over, eager to try
me out. She raised her heel off of her clog about an inch. I felt
my mom lowering me to her foot. She laid me on the heel portion of
Vanessa's clog and I was immediately looking up at the flat bottom!
of her heel. "Okay, mash him flat." I heard Mom tell
Vanessa. Vanessa lowered her heel on to me and immediately I felt my
body being squashed out around all sides of her heel. It was like a
huge piece of plywood that just kept pressing me and pressing me
flatter and flatter and flatter. The pain was excruciating. Vanessa
stood fullweight on me for a few seconds and then bounced her heel up
and down on me a few times. I heard her say, "Um-m--m, very
very nice!" All of the women were eager to try me out since they
too had a real part in the project. Mom agreed, so for the next hour
or so, I went from being under one heel to another, being stood on,
walked on, and even stomped on. Finally I heard my mom's voice.
"Okay baby, come hop in Mommy's shoe. You're mine now, all
mine!" Suddenly I felt myself being picked up and lowered into
my mom's pump. Then I watched as her foot began inserting into it.
Soon I saw the flat bottom of her heel coming down on me. Then I w!
as squashed flat. For the rest of the day, Mom stood on me, walked
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