The automatic doors making up the entrance of Shirley's Toon Spa glided open as Sasha approached them. The trip from Toonville to Flat Ridge had been quite a lengthy one, and although this spa apparently had a stellar reputation, she hadn't really planned to come and try it out until she'd gotten that gift certificate for it in the mail.
Sasha was a human girl, almost twenty years of age, with two pink ponytails on either side of her head, an above-average breast size, and white-and-blue clothing that somehow passed for a schoolgirl outfit. Below her blue skirt she wore striped pink-and-white stockings and red shoes.
In front of her, a white anthro lioness stood behind the counter. The two of them made eye contact as Sasha approached.
"Welcome to Shirley's Toon Spa. My name is Alicia. Will this be appointment or walk-in?"
"Uh... walk-in, I guess. I have a gift certificate."
Sasha took the gift certificate out of her pocket and set it on the counter. Alicia examined it, then carefully copied the numbers on it to her computer.
"...All right, you're clear. This gift certificate is worth twenty-five dollars. Our available treatments are up there on the board."
The lioness pointed out the menu board on the wall behind her. Sasha glanced over each one, marked with a time and price. They all looked interesting, but she knew she didn't have money to burn.
"What's that first one? Laundry-mat?"
"The Laundromat. That's a popular one. The client is flattened, then washed, dried, and folded like laundry. Does that sound good to you?"
"Sure, why not?" It didn't sound half bad, plus it was pretty much exactly the price her gift certificate entitled her to.
Alicia nodded. "One for the Laundromat Basic. Any special requests?"
Retrieving a form from a bin nearby, Alicia made a few marks on it with a pen, then placed both in front of the girl.
"Read it over and sign at the bottom, please."
Sasha barely glanced over the form before writing her name in the appropriate place and handing it back. The lioness inspected her signature, then typed in a few things at the computer in front of her.
"Sasha, is it? Please follow me."
Alicia led Sasha through the corridors of the building, up a flight of stairs, and into a room marked "FLATTENING LAB C". The room's interior was sparse, but distinguished with several bed-sized metal plates on the floor, and near each a simple control panel on the wall.
A brown anthro jackrabbit, male, stood beside one of the panels. Alicia waved him down and handed him the form Sasha had signed.
"Sasha, this is Oliver; he'll be your spa technician today. Oliver, this is Sasha; she's signed up for the Laundromat Basic."
Oliver glanced over the form, then folded it up and pocketed it as Alicia left.
"Pleased to meet you, Sasha. ...You got a last name?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't think my author ever gave me one."
"Ah, it doesn't matter. Let's get your treatment started. First things first..."
At the jackrabbit's direction, Sasha lay down on her back on the nearest metal plate, facing straight up. The slab of metal was cold and unbelievably smooth, but what really got her attention was the ceiling, where what looked like a large metal block awaited her, roughly the same dimensions as the plate. Glancing to the side, she noticed that every metal plate on the floor had a similar block above it... actually, they looked more like rectangular pistons.
It didn't take a genius to realize what purpose this setup served, even if that purpose hadn't been fulfilled a moment later as Oliver pressed a button on the nearby control panel. A second later, Sasha's vision went black as the piston above her slammed down, flattening her down to about a quarter-inch in thickness.
Sasha was so used to getting squashed involuntarily that she forgot for a moment that she'd actually signed up for this one. Seconds later, the piston rose up again, exposing her to light once more.
Oliver stepped up to Sasha and photographed her with a camera he'd taken out of nowhere in particular, then gently peeled her off the metal. "How do you feel, Sasha?"
The trauma of the giant metal piston had left Sasha very dazed and unable to speak coherently. Still, in her flattened state it was a miracle she could speak at all.
While she waited for her to recover, Oliver draped her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room and down the hall, finally arriving at a room marked "WASHING AREA".
The room's interior was marked with rows of washing machines, plus a few shelves of detergents and other laundry supplies. Oliver approached one machine and opened the door with his free hand.
"Ready to be washed, Sasha?"
Sasha had recovered by now. "Go to town, rabbit boy."
Oliver tossed his flattened client into the washing machine, then fetched a cup of detergent and poured it into the appropriate chute. With everything ready, he slammed the door closed and turned the machine on.
The first sensation to hit Sasha's mind was one of incredible dizziness as the tumbler spun her around rapidly. When the water began to flow in, though, the spinning became a lot more bearable; it felt oddly soothing, like a cold shower. She didn't even notice as Oliver returned briefly to take a second photograph.
CHUNK. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP. The washer was done. Sasha had already lost track of time.
Oliver returned not a minute later and carefully plucked the flat and soaking wet girl out of the machine, then transported her to an adjacent room. This one's designation was "WRINGER LAB A", and true to its name it contained several electronic wringers.
Choosing an unused wringer, the jackrabbit threaded the top of Sasha's head through the rollers, then pressed in a button on the side to bring them to life. (The model of electronic wringer used at the spa only ran when the button was held; this was a safety measure to reduce the risk of accidental flattenings. Curiously, wringers with this safety feature didn't sell as well in some places as those without it.)
Sasha mentally winced as the wringer pressed most of the water out of her, squashing her to about half her previous thickness in the process. Wringers were familiar territory to her, but it wasn't often she was already flat before she went through one. About halfway through, her discomfort vanished and she felt an amazing sense of weightlessness as she emerged from the other side, much drier than before.
With the flat girl over his shoulder like before, and having taken a third photograph, Oliver carried Sasha out of the room and up a flight of stairs. His next stop was the rooftop, where several clotheslines led from side to side, accompanied by baskets of clothespins.
Upon arrival, the jackrabbit chose a handful of clothespins and an empty line, and gently pinned her up in a sideways position, taking extreme care not to let the wind steal her away.
"Sorry I can't hang you upright, Sasha. Your feet would drag on the floor if I did. I'll be back in a moment to check on you."
Oliver took another picture before departing, leaving Sasha to flutter in the wind like a flag. As thin as she was, she could feel the air rushing through her, drying her inside and out. The sensation was incredible, and a bit of her stress melted away with every flap.
She had no idea how much time passed before Oliver came back, carefully took her down, and returned inside the building. Up ahead was what had to be the last room: "IRONING & FOLDING".
This room was large, with several ironing boards lined up with a steam iron on each one, and a stack of empty laundry baskets lining the walls. Another technician was at work at one of the ironing stations, but Sasha couldn't see who or what was being ironed.
Oliver positioned Sasha on an empty ironing board, carefully orienting her, then picked up the iron and got to work. He made sure to cover every square inch of her flattened body with the iron, then flipped her over and repeated the process.
Sasha was pure bliss by now. The iron's heat grew bearable very quickly as it pressed her even thinner, leaving an unimaginably soothing sensation over her body. It felt like a hot sauna, only without the danger of melting into a puddle.
Finally putting the iron down, the jackrabbit fetched an empty laundry basket and placed it by the ironing board. Once he'd tested his client to make sure she was cool enough to handle, he began folding her up.
It should have felt uncomfortable to Sasha being folded in on herself in this way, but somehow it felt just right. She tried to giggle as she felt her warm body against itself, but she was now too thin to have a voice. Once the folding was done, Oliver snapped yet another picture of her.
"...Aaaand done. Alright, let's get you restored."
Sasha could feel Oliver picking up the laundry basket and carrying it out of the room, but in her state she couldn't see anything except the ceiling, so she had no idea where he was taking her.
She had almost dozed off when she felt herself get removed from the basket and placed inside what felt like a horizontal cylinder. The jackrabbit stepped back and pressed a button, and Sasha almost coughed as some sort of gas doused her from all angles.
A second later, a weird PWOP noise resonated through her ears as she popped back to her normal girth. Oliver helped her climb out of the cylinder.
"You're all done. Follow me back to the front desk, please."
Sasha's pace had a bit of a stagger to it due to the minor disorientation the whole experience had given her. She managed to follow her technician well enough, though, as well as get a glimpse of the sign outside the room she'd just left: "RESTORATION LAB A".
Back at the front desk, Alicia greeted Sasha again.
"Hello again, Sasha. You certainly look clean. How was the experience?"
Sasha didn't even have to think about her answer. "It was amazing! I loved it! I've got to come here again sometime... if I have the time and money to spare, I mean."
"I'm glad to hear it. Here are your souvenir photographs, and have a wonderful day."
Alicia handed the girl an unsealed envelope. Opening it, she found herself looking at the photographs Oliver had taken of her throughout her treatment: dazed on the floor right after her initial flattening, getting doused by the washing machine's rinse cycle, going through the electronic wringer, fluttering on the clothesline, and neatly folded in the laundry basket after her ironing. Each photo was watermarked with the spa's logo.
As she left the building, she continued to look through the photos again and again, knowing that this was one experience she wouldn't forget anytime soon.