Lance was trying to figure out what do while feeling the mass of flat men beneath him move and shift against him, in an admitted pleasurable way much to his embarrassment. He couldn’t just stay here in a laundry basket with other seemingly discard dimensionally challenged men. He was still human damn it!...wasn’t he?
As he grappled with his sudden self doubt he saw an olive tan flat arm rise weakly out of the pile and flop over his deflated chest, both only centimeters thick. He tried to shift to get it to slide off but found as he wiggles on other flat skin the feeling was so nice he found himself stifling a moan, causing Lance to blush and stop.
At this there was a soft chuckle by Lance’s head, the arm starting to gently rub its flat surface back and forth on his chest brushing over both flat nipples.
“Hey it’s ok. You’re among friends now, flatman” said the chuckling voice. Despite his circumstances the gentle stroking caused Lance to calm, letting the pleasure take his edge off but remained blushing.
“There you go. Name’s Brad. Trust me I know what you’re going through. All the other flatmen like us went through the same thing to. Confusion. Embarrassment. All natural. Right guys?” A soft chorus of agreement respond to Brad’s question.
“I...I don’t get any of this. How? Why me of all people?!...My name’s Lance” Lance blurted out. His mind raced with questions about his new state of existence, why the men seemed to be accepting of what had happened to them, and why...why was Brad’s attention giving him a fluttering sensation in his stomach.
“It’s just something that happens. None of us asked or wanted this but we can’t change the past. But we’re here now and we can at least be with each other instead of alone” at that Brad’s flat head lifted up enough for Lance to finally see it. Lance found himself blushing redder then before, a bashful smile on his face. Brad was...was cute. His curtly hair, his flat yet pretty sculpted features. Why was he feeling like this about not just a man but a flat man at that. Lance tried to say something but he found his head flopping weakly backwards.
“Oh you’re cute...oh!” Lance found it just coming out. How could he say that? He was married and to a woman at that! But his wife had agreed to basically give him away like a used rug just ten minutes before...
Brad smiled, a blush on that cute face Lance found himself falling for despite himself.
“Well you’re pretty cute yourself, flat Lance” At those words Lance felt himself heat up. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t gay, he couldn’t be but he was picturing himself in Brad’s arms and even more weird then that he was seeing both Brad and himself as still being flat...