...in a leathery heap on the ground. Lance could best be described as something similar to a hunter's trophy pelt; an empty, floppy hide of the man. Lucille could only look mouth slightly open as Lance groaned and lazily moved his arm which flopped over weakly to the ground with the same weight and sound as leather. His movements were slow, lethargic, and barely had any strength behind them as he flopped over to his back.
"Doc...what happened...to me?" Lance managed to say, his voice low and soft given his deflated state. Dr. Stan nodded his head as he bent and lifted the flat man up, his body hanging loosely enough his hospital gown simply fell away leaving his limp body nude.
"I was afraid this would happen..." Dr. Stan sighed "It's very common in men who suffer from inflation. They end up with Male Deflation Syndrome, or MDS for short, which as of now is a permanent condition. It won't hurt him as you can see" Dr. Stan jostled the deflated Lance around in front of a still stunned silent Lucille "But it will impact his life as you can plainly tell."
Lucille finally managed to speak up after staring at the human skin rug her husband had become.
"I can't being him home like this! He can'y wear clothes or even be covered up! I can't just drape what amounts to some tanned human leather over my couch and have my kids see his naked body every day!" Lance frowned as best he could at her words. Their relationship had been a little rocky lately, sure, but she was talking about him more like an it than a person.
"I'm still me you know." He said held up in the doctor's hand but neither seemed to pay him attention, given the softness of his voice. Dr. Stan nodded understandingly.
"Don't worry. That's a very common issue with families who have someone who suffers from MDS. That or they worry about misplacing them. We actually have a dedicated area for MDS suffers to stay while we await the day that medical science hopefully finds a cure for them." Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing. To just be kept away from his family and Lucille was agreeing to it?! He tried to protest the best he could but he found a male nurse coming into the office at the request of Dr. Stan and soon was whisked away from the office. He tried to picture what a wing for flat men would look like as he was carried down the hallways. Would it be a line of beds, each housing a flat man, with cartoonish testing being down on them like inflation via bike pumps?
Lance didn't have to wait long for his answer. The MDS area wasn't a wing. It wasn't even a full room. When the door was opened Lance had the impression it may have been a storage room once. What was also apparent was the smell. It wasn't unpleasant but it was masculine, like a locker room or gym. The only item in the room wasn't beds or anything recognizable as hospital equipment for patients but what looked like a linen or towel cart used to bring laundry somewhere. As the nurse brought Lance closer to it the masculine smell only grew stronger and when he could finally see into it he understood why.
Inside the towel cart was a pile of empty man skins; deflated men just like Lance. Given the size of the cart and how close the pile of flat men was to the top Lance had to estimate there had to be at least sixty or seventy men inside the cart. Lance could see them move in the same lazy, weak way he found his own movements now. He could see some just looking around, some sleeping, and some talking to each other. He could also see more feverish movements and pleasurable expressions and sounds as some were clearly pleasuring each other in the best way two flat men could. All of them seemed to be sweating slightly and as the nurse stood over the cart Lance knew why; the amount of body heat given off by so many men in such a small space was quiet strong and he could feel it even about the cart.
Before Lance could protest or get a word in the nurse lightly tossed Lance into the cart. He felt himself land with a plop on damp, hot skin feeling it so close to him in a way he didn't think possible. It was a closeness he had never experienced with another human being, let alone with what he was assuming was at least five other naked men as flat as him beneath him. The body heat and scent was even stronger once inside the cart and Lance could feel beads of sweat starting to grow on his flat body. Lance heard the room's door closed and realized he was now alone with this pile of flat men, a group he now seamlessly fit in with. He...