Yasha woke up in a super secret Siberian bunker. He was laying on a table, surrounded by people in surgeon masks.

One of them, a very stern looking man in a dark brown suit with a Communist party badge, spoke. "I'm sorry about this. In another situation, we would have had you executed for your crimes. But given your certain physical capabilities, we're going to give you a chance to join the FAPs." The man paused, as if to allow Yasha to respond but Yasha didn't. "Which stands for FoldAble Partisans... Very well. Here's your new identity. Have a good life, comrade."

The man handed Yasha a folder. Inside was an identity card, some papers and six red ribbons. "You have to put them around your wrists, ankles, neck and waist." The man explained. "The colour will symbolize your loyalty to the people, the workers, the army, the state, our glorious leader and, well, the blood. There is much needed for it, you know."

Yasha took the ribbons. His head was a bit mushy, he couldn't clearly think of any reason not to try them on immediately. He put the ribbons around the required areas on his body. It seemed like they glued to his skin, then Yasha felt as if someone's tickling him really hard.

Yasha bent in half from the sudden tickling all over his body, it was unbearable, he curled up into a ball on the padded floor, laughing like crazy and begging for it to stop.

The masked personnel remained calm, none of them even moved a brow. A woman spoke in a commanding tone. "The infusion will take a few minutes to act. You will feel some heavy tickling, but you will live. After the tickling is gone, you will continue your work as normal, in the shadows, for us."

Yasha laughed even harder, which caused the people in surgeon masks around him to frown. The woman continued her speech. "Yasha, this is an..." Yasha couldn't stop laughing, he was dying from laughing. "Yasha, we are infusing you with..." But Yasha was still laughing. The woman stared at him, annoyed.

"Yasha!" The stern man was getting annoyed.

Yasha stopped laughing, panting heavily. He was still in great pain from the tickling. "I'm sorry comrades. It's just.... the tickling." He begged for forgiveness.

The stern man nodded to the woman, who smiled. "Alright, alright." She ruffled Yasha's soft hair. "There, there. It's alright, good boy. How are you feeling?"

Yasha slowly crawled to his knees, still laughing at the top of his lungs. "I feel... strange." There was a lot of red in his field of view somehow, he realized all the red was coming from his own body, his entire body was covered in some red material. Only his head was uncovered, the rest of the body was wrapped in this red material to the tips of his toes and fingers.

Yasha suddenly felt very light, free. "I feel wonderful!" He finally answered. The woman nodded. "Good, good."

The personnel lead him out of the room. He walked slowly, his body didn't seem to be as firm as it had been. They held him up whenever his knees betrayed him.

Yasha was led down a long, straight hallway. His body felt alive, moving under its own power... Soon, the hallway started turning. The people around him seemed to shift, moving in slow motion. Yasha's mind told him that they're moving fast, but his eyes told a different story.

"This is strange..." Yasha thought to himself. Soon, the hallway began to turn in a circle. As it did so, Yasha noticed a large portrait of Stalenin on the wall. The leader of the Communist party looked at him with pride. Yasha was so close to him, he could touch his large picture. He wanted to touch him so bad, but his mushy hands couldn't move a single finger.

Yasha felt silly. He was a nobody, just an extraordinary being caught in this weird world of slow people. The hallway turned into a large room, like a room in a mansion. In the middle of it was a large round platform and the slow people eventually dragged Yasha all the way in the middle of the circle.

There were no windows, just a circle of white light on the high ceiling. "This is for the entertainment of the people!" One of the personnel said to Yasha in slow mo. "We have some flexible people come in once a week to perform for us, usually it's a contortion dance but there is always someone willing to do something different, up to the participants. It's good for the Community!"

The circle turned red, and the additional lights in the room turned off. Yasha felt unusual lightness in the body, like he didn't even need to touch the ground to stand up. Something went wrong with the gravity. At the same time his body felt incredibly flexible.

Suddenly Yasha realized he could twist his limbs at will and jump incredibly high. He jumped, or rather floated up and put his body into the most twisted position he could think of in mid-air, completely upside down, his legs encircled his head, his arms spread wide with his thighs in his own armpits...

Yasha tugged himself tighter and tighter, the thought to stop didn't cross his mind at all, he could go on forever. At some point he realized that spinning would help to compress more and so he began spinning like crazy until he felt his body was nothing but a solid sphere. No, it wasn't just a contorted pose that was very compact, it was a real, ideal sphere. His body turned into a ball!

Suddenly everything changed, he opened his eyes and found himself in a whole different place. After a few seconds trying to tune his brain, he realized he woke up in a triplefold, in front of him was a screen and a gamepad, the screen said "Game over" and Yasha remembered he was playing the last Metroid game to see how long he can hold a triplefold.

His triplefold was so tight that he almost felt his hipbone pressing against the back of his ribcage with a thin layer of skin and muscle in between. His spine was bent completely in two halves. He looked at the time, trying to recall when he started, then reached for his phone.

"Hey man, what's up?" Andrzej's voice on the other end of the line.
"Guess what, I'm holding a triplefold for 11 hours and 37 minutes already!!"
"Holy sh-..."
"Also, I just had a dream."
"What?"
"I was playing Metroid but fell asleep, haha. I had a dream of myself becoming a red Samus, the FAP experimented on my body and bent me up into a ball. It was pretty crazy fun!"
"That's... really wild."
"Yeah... So umm, still in the triplefold but my spine feels so loose... Now I only have two things to dream about, if only someone could sit on top of me to fold me tighter with all his weight and also if he could bring me something to chew on..."
"Sure, I can do both."
"You're a life saver Andrzej, you really are!"
"Wait... did you change your room code again?"
"Oh, I forgot, it's 114765."