Hammerhead gave Reginald a mischievous look as he nonchalantly grabbed him by the shoulder and easily lifted him up. With his other hand under Reginald's feet, then moved his first hand on top of Reginald's head and tilted it up. "Just hold that pose, and I apologize in advance, but at least this will only take a few seconds at the most."
Before he could inquire, Hammerhead squeezed Reginald's head and feet together. Reginald groaned as his body was compressed. Never before in his life had something like this happen to him. These things only happened to members of the common class. Oh, a boulder here and there would squash his foot. and seven of his fingers were flattened once from a piano incident, but those events were nothing like this. It was severely painful as every part of his body got crammed together. But painful as it was, there was this odd feeling of longing inside of him, like he needed a release of some kind. Something more than just a desire to spring back into shape. And just as thought he couldn't take it any more, Hammerhead stopped.
"There we go!" Hammerhead put Reginald between two fingers.
As he inspected his handiwork, front and back, by putting the pancaked form of Reginald to his face, Reginald tried to somehow get loose from his iron grip, but it was of no use, he supposed he still had muscles, but he couldn't make them do anything. They just became inert. And Hammerhead was humongous being over six feet tall, but now he looked monstrous. "Pl-ea-ea-se!" Reginald blubbered.
"Oh don't do that now, that isn't very proper of you now, is it?"
"N-no." Reginald winced as Hammerhead moved his hand to his face.
"Keep your chin up, my good man!" Hammerhead tapped him on the bottom of his face. Reginald's, whole body reverberated. Hammerhead then gently forced his finger into his mouth, "and keep up a stiff upper lip." Hammerhead whispered as he did a slow, counter-clockwise motion in Reginald's mouth. "We're counting on you, you think you can do that for us?"
"Mmm-hmm" The finger tasted like leather. The rotating digit inched, well millimetered deeper inside. Reginald thought he was going to gag as it surely went deep into wherever his throat was, but Hammerhead pulled it out, and made a slight popping sound.
"Good." Hammerhead's voice was silky.