When you're excited, it's so hard to stay still. And Sky sure was giddy! Even when he was laying down and told to hold his pose, it was so difficult to calm himself like that. Look, there's a toe twitching. A head tilting, his eyes wandering to look at his surroundings. He kept telling himself to be more relaxed, but it wasn't an easy job. It made sense, after all, he was about to experience a wild dream.
The toon Skymin was laying flat on a sheet of hard plastic, which in turn was set on a conveyor belt. It hummed barely perceptibly, but it did its work: transport anything on it forward. This meant Sky and the plastic.
There was only one destination, and Sky could see it coming. At the end of the belt were two giant rollers set horizontally, taking anything fed in to go through between the rollers. There was barely any gap in between! It was designed to pinch in anything inserted between them into an even, paper-thin depth.
Sky's toes caught onto the rollers, and he gasped. As a toon, he felt no pain whatsoever; instead, it was an intense pleasurable feeling coursing throughout his body. It felt like a deep tissue massage, releasing all the tension in his body in an instant.
The rest of his feet slid in, and he clenched his eyes shut in just how overwhelming this pleasure was. He didn't need to see. To smell, to hear, to taste. His sensory center was focused on a single sense only: the indescribable satisfaction of being thoroughly flattened. Yet, of course, the belt and the rollers paid no heed. They didn't understand the immense delight they were subjecting to the toon. They had one and one job only: keep going forward.
Ankles, shins, knees, thighs, hips. Each and every single part of his legs was caught in the rollers, pressed flat onto the plastic sheet he was laying on. With his arms laying relaxed to his sides, this also meant his fingers and hands were likewise squished down.
As Sky found out, this pair was not the only rollers, as his flattened toes found themselves under pressure again. There was a second pair! His toes — and later on, the whole feet — felt particularly warm, with a firm, consistent press onto them. Unbeknownst to Sky, there was another plastic sheet fed on top of his flattened parts, with some adhesive to make sure the two sheets stick together, and to guarantee the toon stayed flat in between. He was being laminated, and he couldn't be happier!
His waist and butt came in next. The toon was "PG-rated" today, with no naughty bits showing, but it still felt extra sensitive and extra pleasurable in that area! There's a loud, prolonged "aaaah" coming out of his lips; his brain was too heavily bombarded in pleasure to form any other word. It was just that good.
Both pairs of rollers continued their jobs dutifully. Sky's belly, chest, arms, and shoulders slowly but surely found themselves between the earlier rollers, while the latter ones laminated the toon further, up to his hips. The pleasure was so intense and delightful, and Sky wished it could go faster to bombard him with even more bliss! But he also wished it could go slower to draw out this incredible feeling for longer. Oh, the dilemma!
Finally, his face was coming up. Quickly reminding himself of keeping the pose he wanted, he opened his eyes wide and curled his lips into a big smile. He wanted to be inviting, after all! Moments later, his face slowly but surely got pinned down, compressed flat between the rollers. And as his huge antler-ears left the cylinders, the formerly three-dimensional toon had been reduced down to two. The animate drawing had been properly turned into a still image.
Being flat was a thoroughly relaxing experience. It felt like he was buried under heavy blankets. He probably could get up if he wanted to, but it took much more effort to move, it was much easier to stay still. Just like a good piece of artwork he was. And why would he want to move?
And the second pair of rollers would make sure he wasn't moving! They continued to do their job: pressing another sheet of plastic on top of the flattened Skymin, and gluing it onto the sheet underneath him, to make sure he would stay flat. Already halfway done, they took in his waist, his belly, his chest and arms, his face...
There was one last blink from him before his head slid through between the rollers, the sheet of plastic pressed directly onto his eyes and the rest of his face. There was a brief moment of darkness when his field of vision was entirely consumed by the roller above him, but soon enough he found light again.
There was a "ding!" sound, but it was muted for him between the plastic. He didn't have to hear it though, he knew he was done. No longer an animate fur, he was now a laminated picture. Safe and secure between two sheets of plastic, glued with adhesive to keep him in between. If being flattened felt like being pinned underneath two layers of heavy blankets, then being laminated felt like two thousand. He wasn't moving in the slightest. There was just a uniform, even feel of comfortable pressure and warmth throughout his entire body.
The rest of the process was completely out of his hands. He was just a piece of art now. Excess plastic sheet was cut off from him, so that the laminate followed his curves well. At the same time, hot air helped making sure the glue dried up, so that the two pieces of plastic practically merged into one, completely securing the toon inside.
A little hole was poked through the plastic just on top of his head, and a thread went through it. He was then carried over — effortlessly, for he was literally as light as paper — to his new spot, where the thread was installed to the ceiling, leaving him freely hanging. Held in his pose, with a cute inviting smile. Completely flat, completely safe. In his plastic prison, he found paradise.
Over the coming weeks and months, he became quite a centerpiece. The whole reason he became this way was because he offered himself to be a decoration for this shop, "2-D-U", specializing in flattening furs. To advertise the shop, by quite literally turning into the very advertisement. And it was clearly a success! People loved him, and he could see there were plenty of orders since then. He even got some friends, as other furs joined the shop as decorations like posters and rugs. Would he ever be free again? Likely not, with how well the adhesive worked. But why would he want that? He loved his fate, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.