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Cassandra Valentine posed in her latest royal blue top, revealing just the right amount of skin above, and below, for her viewers. She wore a matching blue skirt that barely covered her thighs. She twirled, letting the camera capture a few stills while her viewers oo-ed and ah-ed.

"I know everyone, I think this dress is fabulous too. Unfortunately, that's all I have time for right, so, you know. Like, subscribe, and-oh thanks for the stream tips! You know I loooooove the attention. Bye everyone!"

She winked at the camera, switched it off, and immediately collapsed the the floor with a loud crack. Her hair went from perfect to frazzled fuzzball on her head. Her arms and legs were a knot around her. Her green eyes were twitching below a vein in her forehead, pulsing atop her crumpled form.

"WHY THE HELL IS GETTING ATTENTION SO HARD?!?!"

"It was so easy. Just post a wink on Instaglam. Show juuuuust enough skin. But now these blasted Gootubers and OnlyFlats idiots are stealing my viewers. HOW am I supposed to stay popular if I have to actually TRY to get viewers?!"

The green haired beauty rose up with a machine rattling sound, clanking and cranking back to her full height while restoring to her normal figure. Then she pulled out her phone.

"No matter. I'll put a few of these tight blue dress shots on Instaglam...and try to forget that I actually did have to pour myself into it..."

She shuddered at the memory, then refocused on her phone.

"...and everyone will once again be talking about me across the-....WHAT?!"

Cassie's jaw dropped to the ground, and her colors literally faded to white. "HOW IS SHE THERE?!"

Right under the Instaglam logo was a picture of a ridiculously stretched out impersonation of chewing gum. It was black, tan, and had a face drawn on it that Cassie despised.

"Zoe Reyes takes world record for longest recognizable stretch?! AND HAS TEN MILLION LIKES?!"

Color returned to Cassie like a thermometer, and steam shot out her ears. "CURSE THAT ZOE!!!"

* * *

A moment later, Cassie was dragging a box up the stairs from Allison's lab. She almost got it to the door without being noticed.

"When I'm done with her she'll...she'll..."

A voice behind the newspaper on the couch responded. "Um, Cassie? Look, I know you have your death grudges and everything, but try not to break those. I need them to play with Boo next week."

Cassie's eyes went wide, sliding slowly to look at her room mate. "Uh...Allison! Hi! You know I would never-"

Ally lowered the newspaper to make eye contact. "Or at LEAST make sure the Flatmates fans get to see a green splatter this time. They love photos of you when you're squished."

Cassie blinked. "The wha-...Ugh. Fine, I won't break your weird toys. Any suggestions?"

Ally returned to her newspaper before responding. "Use the baker's mitts. They're the giant thick steel fingers for kneading. Stick to basics and don't blow yourself up."

Cassie dug around, pulled out the giant metal hands. She eyed the red Allison colored goo stuck to it; she really did need to learn to clean herself off her toys better.

Cassie flicked it off to the floor, and grinned. "Thank you."

* * *

Cassie knew one thing. She wasn't going to be squishing anyone without some caffeine first. Fortunately, she discovered a new shop recently, Graced With Sugar.

*It might be run by another of those transformation happy fools Ally and Zoe knows, but Grace can actually go a full minute without trying to squish herself. Plus I'll always respect good coffee.*

Cassie walked by the window, when something caught her eye. Her head stopped in mid air while her body walked another 5 steps before it *SNAPPED* back to her loudly. Heads turned inside, but Cassie ducked below the window under a bush.

"I can't believe my luck! Zoe's right here! And she's near the kitchen entrance for some reason!"

Cassie reached into her tiny fashion purse, and pulled out her Ally Co. Industrial Strength Baker's Gloves 9000. Her face wrinkled with slight disgust as she slipped them in, eyeing them suspiciously. "Normally I would assume Allison's toys would explode in my hands, but if she let Boo use them on her, they must work well."

The wrists lit up as they hummed to life. Cassie punched them together with a satisfying *CLUNK*. She wiggled her fingers, feeling the power flow through them. "Oh dear me...maybe there is something to some brute force over a sword."

Cassie's green eyes peeked over the window sill. Zoe still hadn't seen her, so Cassie sneaked to the door. "Now, I only need to wait for someone with no fashion sense to open the door...here we go."

A middle aged man with cheap non-designer glasses and sweatpants walked out staring at his phone, and Cassie slipped inside. "I have to get there while she's still distracted..."

Zoe stood across the room, wearing her usual black shirt and skirt and her braided hair, near the corner of the front stand and a door to the kitchen. Her eyes were locked on all the pastries behind the glass, though every few seconds her head turned to look at the kitchen.

Cassie didn't much care why.

Zoe licked her lips, still unaware of Cassie's approach. "Oh man these look so good. I've gotta figure out how she makes these. I'm coming back here for a hundred of these to eat with Jess one night and see how big and messed up we *HUUUUUUUUURK!!!*

*SMOOOOOSH*

Zoe felt something push her head down. Her whole body smooshed together like dough, legs spiraling to the floor under her. Her head vanished into her chest, leaving her silver eyes floating above her boobs. Her chest bounced and grew larger for just a moment before collapsing onto her butt like two giant pillows.

Cassie kept pushing down with her mechanical mitts. The slam finished splattering Zoe into a gooey pile of woman with no real form worth describing. Only a mish mash of tan and black ooze remained in a layered puddle at Cassie's feet.

Zoe's eyes fell and splatted in, each with 4 hearts spinning in a dizzy circle. "Oooooh you're good at that. Can I borrow those later? I have a few friends that would pay good money for-MMMMPH!"

Cassie punched down her Zoe dough, splashing gooey droplets of her nemesis aside. "UGH! You and Allison both! I'M JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS!"

*SQUELCH*
*SQUOOOSH*
*KA-THUNK*CREAK*
*SMISH*
*SQUASH*

Cassie kept kneading Zoe into doughy oblivion. The hands stretched and squished what remained of Zoe while Cassie carried her into the kitchen to find a proper work space. She slammed Zoe onto it, any sign of the dough ball being a grown woman long gone. She kept working her, folding Zoe over herself and squishing her back together. Zoe felt it all though, moaning with pleasure more and more every time she felt her whole being stretch apart only to slam together again.

"OOOH YEEES!"
"AAAAAAAARG SHUT UP ALREADY!"

*WHOOSH*
*SPLOOOOSH*

Cassie threw the dripping gooey Zoe dough into a big bowl on the counter. Zoe made a big colorful splash, bubbling and melting into a consistency better described as batter than dough.

Cassie towered over her, a faint demonic aura forming around her. "Now then, let's see how popular you are when you're just a bunch of unrecognizable overpriced scones and-"

*Tap*tap* "Excuse me?"

Another vein almost popped out of Cassie's forehead, but she calmed down enough to turn around. A cute red head with a cooking apron stood behind her.

The proprietor. "Oh, hi Grace. Sorry, I just...had to take care of something here, and..."

Grace tilted her head, giving Cassie a look. "Is that so? Because it looked a lot more like you have some anger management issues with Zoe."

Cassie sighed. She took a hand out of the gloves and reached into her purse. "Look, it's a personal matter between me and the bimbo in the bowl. Just...here's some consideration for the mess in your kitchen and your silence on the matter, and-"

*WHAM*

A huge piston slammed down from the ceiling, crushing Cassandra before she even knew there was a threat. There was a brief green hair frazzle, then a squished together face with her tongue sticking out in shock. Her pale skin flared out from her revealing clothes before she was pressed utterly flat against the floor, giving her the uncomfortable sensation of her body stretching to fill the entire square area under the crusher.

Grace calmly pushed a button on her remote control to reset the device, then knealed in front of her new green floor mat. "I'm sorry Cassie, but I can't have customers, even some of my favorites, and I mean that..."

She pinched and stretched Cassie's flattened cheeks for emphasis. "...coming into the kitchen. It's an insurance issue mostly. But I can't let you go too far with Zoe because we actually have a commission for her today. Someone asked us to bake them a literal Zoe cake, and she agreed to experience my cooking techniques.

Cassie's eyes blinked closed, then opened super wide. "You mean?!"

Grace laughed and nodded. "She was already here to get transformed into a wonderful cake, AND it looks like you got the first half of the work done. I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll have our newbie take you home, she needs to learn this process anyway. Don't worry, she's a sweetheart, just go easy on her, no revenge plans."

Cassie grumbled. "Gaaah! Restore me this instant! I can't just go home in the hands of some random-"

Grace didn't wait for her to finish. "Miss LeBlanc? Can you help me with something?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Phoebe?! Ugh...at least she won't need directions."

* * *

An hour later, Phoebe walked into the Flatmate house holding a white bakery box. She hurried to put it on the table and pull the string to open it.

Ally looked up excited. "Ooo they let you bring treats home from work again?"

Phoebe looked up, very worried. "Not exactly..."

A large flat green square was folded up inside. Cassie's enraged face was printed on top, still quaking with rage.

"Oh. Hi Cassie." Ally sighed and went back to reading her paper.

Phoebe shook her out onto the table, where Cassie flopped with a light paper crinkle. Ally didn't even look away from her paper, firing a perfect restoration beam.

*POP* G reen energy from the ray, creating a green aura around Cassie. The green pancake on the table stretched up, Cassie's annoyed face feeling every last stretch of her body, and she was finally her old self again.

And she was ANGRY. "UUUUUUGH! How did she....and she WANTED that?!"

Ally did lower her paper at those words. "Wanted what?"

Phoebe held up her phone. "Zoe signed up to be a cake! Grace already posted the result on Instaglam and everyone's talking about it."

"Give me that!" Cassie grabbed the device to confirm. Zoe had been baked into a massive 4 layer cake, with hug ice cream scoops where her confection chest should have been. "That's number 1 in the last 5 minute?!?!?!"

Allison smiled. "She looks good. Phoebe, you said Grace lets people do that?"

Phoebe nodded eagerly. "Yeah! It's weird, but kinda cool?"

Ally smiled. "I've gotta surprise Boo now."

Cassie grumbled, more dark auras forming around her. "Not that I mind the save Phoebe, but WHY were you there?!

Phoebe put her fingers together. "Um...you make us pay rent? And her other assistant Emi needed a day off after you painted her on the building."

Cassie looked down with a pout, crossing her arms. "Only after she said I should date Gumby. How long can Emi possibly be out? Isn't she as plucky as the rest of you flat-o-philes?"

Phoebe nervously answered, not wanting to get splattered while technically on the clock. "Did you see Grace's stash of cookies in her office with the fishnet pattern icing?"

Allison giggled from the couch.

Cassie flinched, trying to ignore her. "Whatever. Allison, I'm trying another of your toys tomorrow. That bimbo enjoyed the cake too much."

Ally shrugged. "Try the Any Key."

Cassie blinked. "The what now?"

* * *

*HOOONK*

The next day, Cassie was driving a large empty bus. Every time hopeful plebeians thought their ride had arived, Cassie slowed just enough to make them stand up before honking and speeding away.

"HAH! Another 2. As if I would ride with anyone in public. Normally I'm not one to drive something this large, but I can't deny there's some fun about this."

Cassie looked at the comically large key in the ignition. "Though I have to wonder, why does Allison have a voice command activated self driving universal car bus and truck key? Feels almost as dangerous to have one as it Is ridiculous to exist."

Cassie got a ping on her phone. Zoe was posting pictures from mid town.

"Any Key, take us to 4th and 20th. I've got a ditz to splatter."

A robotic Allison voice responded. "Affirmative. Going to 4th and 20th."

The bus sped along, dutifully avoiding trouble while not stopping for anyone. It took an agonizing amount of time for Cassie, but in 5 minutes, she was in position.

* * *

Zoe was walking along looking grumpier than usual. "I can't believe the day I'm having. First the pool supply the store was closed. Then my massage gets canceled. What the hell am I supposed to do today if I'm stuck being solid?!"

*HOOOOOOOOOOONK*

She looked up, seeing a big bus with a suspicious driver speeding towards her. "Oh thank goodness. Cassie's too obsessed to not give me a long massage."

She opened her arms to embrace traffic, then took a deep breath. "Okay, clearing my mind. Gotta focus for something this big. Deep breath. *Wshhhhhhhhhh*."

*WHAM*
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

For a fleeting moment, Zoe was flat against the wind shield, getting stretched backwards. Zoe squished and stretched against the glass, eyes rolling back in her head as the bus plowed through her. The sensation made her smile, along with the knowledge she was giving Cassie a closeup view of her smeared flattened chest.

Before anyone could blink, she exploded into a gooptacular mess across the road. Twisted swirls of color was unrecognizable as the woman she was, splashing to the road and settling in large puddles of toony ooze.

Her disembodied voice echoed from the mess. "Ahhhh...that felt nice. I think that loosened the knot in my shoulder blades. How far did she splatter me? I think I'm somewhere over...oh what's that?! Yahhahahah! That tickles! What is she doing?!"

* * *

Cassie made her second pass, this time in a street sweeper, turning the knobs up to "Stupid fast hyper cleanse."

"That dolt probably enjoyed it. It was practically written on her face before she exploded off the windshield. Let's see if much she likes getting scrambled by these brushes. Even she'll be mixed up until she's senseless for hours!"

Cassie looked around at Zoe's remains bunching and swirling off the brushes. Her black and tan mass smooshed and splashed, leaving swirls of color in her wake. She did it again and again, making extra sure Zoe was utterly gooped beyond recognition.

She looked back at the piles of goo on the strangely quiet road. "Okay sweeper, back to the garage. I have one more surprise."

"Affirmative! Driving to Municipal Construction Garage #19"

Zoe's inky ooze quivered in its brief respite. She was far too scrambled to think at this point, and the road started quaking before she could think about the word "restore".

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Cassie barreled through on a steam roller at top speed. Every glob of Zoe it touched was instantly squished to two dimensions on the street. The braided bombshell was pressed hard into the pavement, now more a painting against the asphalt than even her usual liquefied self.

*SQUOOOOOOSH*
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeh"
*HISSSSSSSSSSS*

Cassie looked back, pushing her fluttering hair aside, to see the flattened mess of her rival. "Hah! That idiot will wish she never messed with Casandra Valentine. Once her followers see what I've reduced her to, they'll be falling each other to subscribe to me. After that even someone like Zoe has to wish she could yell 'Stop! Stop!' "

The electronic voice of her key responded to that. "Stopping!"

The roller IMMEDIATELY stopped, going from 60 to 0 in half a second.

And hurling Cassie into the air.

"GAAAAAAAH NO! Don't stop you stupid machine!! I need to go home to post about this!"

Cassie tumbled along the un-Zoed road ahead of her, but she immediately regretted yelling. "Belaying order to stop. Executing new route, drive Cassie home."

The roller roared back to life, speeding towards its former driver on the ground. "Wait! I didn't mean without me driving! Give me a moment to-KAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

The roller passed over Cassie, twisting her face as her legs and hips were flattened by it. Her upper body shook with race as her perfect proportions were squished and smeared against the ground, reducing the green haired one to a sticker of her former glory.

Sticker was an unfortunately accurate term, as when the roller turned over, Cassie's two dimensional form was very stuck to it, rolling down to get crushed again.

*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Cassie felt herself spreading thinner across the face of the drum.

*SQUAAAAAAAAASH*

As she turned over and over, she slowly changed from a sexy pin-up if flattened poster of herself, to a massive squished rectangle. Her face went from just angry to completely dazed, eyes spinning and clothes disheveling.

"Uuuuuggghh...OOOF!"
*SPLAAAAAAAAAAAT*

She was losing cohesion fast, flattened bits of herself smearing into each other. It was hard to tell where any of Cassie began or ended as she mixed together. She was barely clinging to sanity with the thought, "At least Zoe's going to be the laughingstock of the internet..."

* * *

Ally sat on the steps to her house, reading her phone in one hand with her restoration beam in the other. "Any minute now..."

*squish*squish*Squish*SQUISH*SQUISH*
*HSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

The steamroller finally pulled into the driveway, drum coated in a viscous green goop. With the roller stopped, Cassie was sliding down, dripping to the pavement, squished beyond all recognition. She looked more like thick green paint oozing from the steam roller than anything human.

Ally put her phone back into her pocket. "Are you okay over there?"

Cassie's droplets cascaded and splattered to the ground faster. "Do...I...okay look...beam...me...restore......please..."

*SPLOOOOSH*

Cassie's green goop seemed to all collapse to the ground at once, her energy spent.

Ally cocked the beam. "Okay, but only because I don't want you stuck in the cracks."

*ZAP*

Cassie's green slime swirled together, snapping back into a dizzy if cute green haired woman. "Gaaah...that key...gaaaaaaaaaah"

*THUD*

Cassie collapsed, unconscious. Allison shook her head, slightly disappointed, but also carried her inside.

* * *

The next morning, Cassie finally woke up. She was still super dizzy at first, but with one shake with her head making a rattling sound, she snapped back to attention.

Her memories slowly came back. A smile crept up her face, realizing that she made it home while her rival was probably still painted on a street. "At least I finally got Zoe. There's no way she's back on her feet yet after that."

She dashed downstairs. Ally and Phoebe were already eating breakfast. "Good morning dearest flat mates. Has Zoe's misfortune been advertised all over yet?

Ally calmly walked over to Cassie, holding up her phone. "You might want to double check that. You're a better artist than you think."

Cassie blinked. "What are you talking-...WHAAAAAAAAAT?!"

She snatched Allison's phone, reading the words on the screen in horror. "TF League star splatters self across road into beautiful mural?"

It was definitely Cassie's handiwork in the picture. Intricate swirls of tan and black, with a few specs of yellow, decorated the entire block of pavement. Despite the vein forming on Cassie's forehead, she internally knew Zoe was painted into something aesthetically pleasing.

But then the interview. "SHE SAID WHAT?!"

"Uuuuugh." Ally sighed, stood up from the table, and with one red tornado quickly changed into an Ally-colored-Zoe. "I just thought it would be a nice surprise and fun experiment to paint a gloomy stretch of road with myself. I thought, you know, it would brighten up some lives, and if it worked, I could do a special on my gootube channel on how anyone could have fun being road art to help make our city beautiful and-PLEH!"

*WHAM*

Cassie brought a huge mallet down on her, reducing Ally to a 3 foot red disk on the floor, still with Zoe's proportions. "Stop mocking me Allison, and start thinking of how I'm going to get viewers! It looks like she got even MORE subs and likes out of this."

Phoebe timidly raised her hand. "Um, we could, you know, just go dress shopping."

Cassie looked at Phoebe confused, then smiled. "Clothes! Finally, a good idea."

The red disk on the floor shook. "Mmmph. Bring the Unraveler too!"

Cassie blinked. "The what?"

* * *

Cassie stepped into the dressing rooms, idly moving her hands as she spoke to no one in particular. "And then I'll try on the red one. Then the deep purple one. I don't know about the yellow one though, it sort of clashes..."

'No one in particular,' also known as Phoebe, stumbled in behind her. She was barely standing under a literal ton of clothing. "But how...can you try...so much..."

*CRCK*
*SQUIIIIIISH*

The pile of clothes collapsed to the floor, with the flattened edges of Phoebe sticking out from underneath.

"You wouldn't understand Phoebe. Fashion is the art of knowing exactly which shade goes best on me, and I have to see every color to know which shape and color and size goes best to make guys swoon over me. Now wait there."

Over the next half hour, Cassie came in and out of the changing room, giving quick judgments to each outfit.

"Too long."
"Too much cleavage."
"Too orange."
"Ugh this one's just ugly in this light."
"Not revealing enough."
"Ah, perfect!"

By then, Phoebe the massive pancake was finally uncovered. She remained strangely relaxed while squished on the floor, but was very confused by Cassie. "Wait. That's just...your normal outfit!"

Cassie turned in front of the mirror by the dressing room's main entrance. "It almost is, but there's important differences! These sleeves are an inch shorter, and it's a light stonewash instead of a dark one. And this skirt is just a little darker to let no light escape, so it makes my butt look b-"

*WHAM*
*CLANK*CLANK*
"KYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The door swung open, plastering Cassie against the wall. As uncomfortable as it was to feel her flesh spread against the wall to twice her normal size, knees and arms bent up in her reactionary anime pose, what she heard next *actually* made her mad.

"Just keep Scarlett busy Jess, I don't want her seeing how we're gonna melt her."

"Okay Zoe, but hurry up before Amber gets her first."

Zoe giggled and closed the door behind her. She stopped when she saw a friendly pancake on the ground. "I'll try and...ohmygod Phoebe what are you doing pancaked here?!"

She grabbed Phoebe by her bow and stretched her head up. Phoebe's body puffed up into a big blue dome, creaking like rubber, before popping back into her normal shape.

"Heh...hey Zoe! Just...thanks. We had too many clothes."

Zoe looked at the pile of outfits Cassie tried on previously. "Wow that's...a lot...but hey, what's this one? Looks maybe too revealing but..."

"Zoe! Hurry up!"

Zoe dropped everything and ran to get changed. "Ack, sorry! Gotta move."

She ran to the changing area, letting the main door creak open. Finally, Phoebe had a good look at Cassie posterized on the wall.

Her flat green eyes drifted towards Phoebe. "Help...me...pry me off...don't lose...Allison's toy..."

"Eep!" Phoebe startled to attention and looked around. "Use the thing to peel you off, got it."

Phoebe grabbed the so called Unraveler. It had two prongs on the end, almost like a hand mixer with weird needles on the end. Phoebe slid it under Cassie, putting slight folds in her body, and intense panic on her face.

"No you idiot! That...could..."

The door to Zoe's room slammed open. She popped out wearing a bright yellow tank with a deep neckline. "Ta daaaa! How do I look?"

Phoebe jumped at the surprise... "EEEEP!"
...And pulled the trigger on the device. "KYAAAAA!!!"

The needles spun through Cassie, tearing her body apart into long strands of thread. Legs, arms, and torso all vanished as a huge bundle of green thread formed on the ground behind Phoebe, leaving her flat face for last.

"Why does this always happen to-MPPH!"

Phoebe looked panicked! She nervously looked between her unraveled flat mate and Zoe's cute shirt. "Uuuuh..."

Zoe turned, looking at her self with a frown. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's missing something. Maybe...Oh hey! That's a good idea, can I borrow that for a second?"

"I'd rather you..."
*YOINK*
"uh...okay?"

Before Phoebe could react, Zoe had already taken the unraveler and started making adjustments. "Sonia had one of these at a photo shoot once. These things are GREAT! It can feel so freeing, but it also gets clothes made fast if you configure it right. Like this..."

Zoe stuck the machine into the pile of green Cassie thread. It trembled, helpless to stop what came next.

*WHRRRRRRRRRRRR*
"AAAAAAAACK!"

In an instant, Cassue felt herself getting spun around again. This time instead of being torn apart, she felt parts of herself mesh together. She wasn't sure where any part of her body was anymore, though she was mostly worried if her face was too close to her butt. Being mashed together felt too weird though, and Cassie eventually passed out from the experience.

So she never saw the green jacket Zoe held up next. "Yeah this is it! If I put this on over the other shirt...bingo!"

Phoebe held her hand up. "Wait, Zoe! I need that back when you're done!"

"Why do you-..." Zoe paused, the source of her green thread dawning on her. "Ooooh...well, Cassie likes fashion. One or two pictures shouldn't hurt."

Phoebe laughed nervously, knowing what would come next.

* * *

Phoebe got home an hour later, wearing a spicy new jacket.

Ally looked up from tinkering with a machine as she walked in. "Hey Phoebe. Nice jacket! Did Cassie at least enjoy the experience."

Cassie, even as a piece of clothing, shook with rage, briefly squeezing air into Phoebe's extremes. "TURN ME BACK YOU TECHNOLOGICAL DOLT!"

Ally rolled her eyes while pulling out a restoration beam. "Fine, I won't invent a beam that magically snaps your squishy body back to normal next time."

*ZAP*
*POP*

Phoebe's jacket flapped off her shoulders into the air, twisting and morphing back into Cassie's normal body.

"Grrrr I oughta..." Cassie paused to take a deep breath. "Find your quiet space Cassandra, find it...Thank you Allison."

Ally blinked. "Wow. I didn't think you had it in you."

For the first time in the last few days, Cassie looked slightly ashamed. "You know, all this rage towards Zoe has been pretty bad for my karma. I remember Professor Wily E. mentioning this once. You can only make so many holes of yourself in the canyon floor before you should stop and rethink why you're trying to get someone."

Allison rolled her eyes, then dug for her phone. "Look Cassie, I'm proud of you for thinking maybe you've gone too far here, but the readers are here to see you angry. Look at this."

Cassie blinked. "One of these days Allison I will figure out what hit you on the head to make you keep referring to 'our' readers, when I've never seen you post on Instaglam and WHAT THE #$%^&* IS THIS?!"

On Ally's screen was Zoe on her Gootube.
Wearing a bright green jacket.
With over a million likes.

"AND SHE TOLD THEM IT WAS ME?! FOLLOW MY GIRL CASSIE TO SEE HER SQUISH AND SPLATTER?!"

Not even the added fame could stop the vein from throbbing on Cassie's forehead as she turned red. Even her hair lit like a fuse of its own accord from her rage. "THAT STUPID LITTLE HARLOT! I'LL-"

*KABOOOOM*

Cassie and Ally stood covered in soot after Cassie's rage consumed her. Only their eyes remained white on their charred bodies. They blinked twice, then crumbled to dust.

Ally blinked towards Phoebe, still standing by nervously. "Phoebe? Can you run inside and grab some water? Once we're restored, I need to show both of you how to use the juice cart."

Cassie blinked back at her. "The what?"

Allison's eyes swiveled back at her atop her dust. "Don't worry, it's a trick so basic even you can't screw it up."

Green smoke rose from Cassie's ashes. Not because Allison was insulting her, but because deep down she knew it was true.

* * *

Phoebe stood behind a cart on a path in the park. She was surrounded by clear tanks of colorful liquids and cups, all under a colorful banner for...

"Mango! Apple! Orange! Try some fresh squeezed juice today!"

Across the brick walkway were a few bushes, dense enough to hide the green haired woman within.

"Trapped cart, check. Paid Phoebe to take this as a temp job, check. Now we just need to wait on that ditz Zoe to pass through."

Cassie watched another customer approach. She had to hand it to Ally, this was a great machine. Everything worked perfectly. Their customers push a button, the gears spin to life, mechanical arms throw some fruit into a blender, and produced a fresh treat for their patron.

An arguably cute woman with rich auburn hair and a blue baseball tee walked up and pointed at the oranges. Phoebe Smiled and pointed to the buttons, making sure the woman didn't push the on labeled "special offer papaya juice."

Cassie smiled. "Good, our guests don't suspect a thing. It's almost perfect..." She frowned. "Except for the part where Phoebe of all people is getting noticed on Instaglam for this..."

As if on cue, the woman stretched her arms unnaturally long to hug Phoebe and snap a selfie with her new drink. Phoebe giggled nervously and smiled for the photo, but Cassie shivered.

"At least it's generating dress money, I can buy 102 this month instead of 100 now. Any minute now, if my sources are right, Zoe should be passing through here like she does every..."

Cassie blinked and somehow shrank to hide even more behind her shrubbery. "There she is! I need to get out my camera..."

Zoe walked by, double taking and stretching her body back to the cart with a smile. "Hi Phoebe! They got you selling juice too now?"

Phoebe nodded with a smile. "Yup! It's a one day pop-up thing."

Zoe clapped her hands together. "Ooo sounds like fun! What should I get? Maybe something simple, I'm supposed to get gooped for a pay per view promo in an hour."

Cassie stifled a laugh. *Oh, you're going to be a little late for that.*

Phoebe tried to do her part, though her delivery was stiff. "Why don't you try the Papaya juice! It is made to order!"

Zoe shook her head. "Nah, I don't want anything too complicated. What about some cider?"

Phoebe bit her lip, not wanting Cassie to squish her again if this didn't work. "No, all of our products are made to order. Just try the papaya."

Zoe kept thinking, tapping a finger on her chin. "Yeah, but, how fast can it really make it? I just don't know."

Phoebe was sweating, looking around nervously. Cassie noticed, and poked her head above the bushes. She produced a large poster of a papaya, then pointed at it emphatically.

Which only made Phoebe panic more. "Uuuh, no Zoe don't worry. It's quite fast."

Zoe gave a weak smile, looking unconvinced. "But I really need to get there fast Phoebe! What can you get me in a hurry."

"The papaya's great."

"Can't you just make a lemonade?"

Cassie listened to this exchange go on.

And On.

And ON.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Out of patience, Cassie dashed out from the bushes to the cart. She grabbed Zoe's shoulders, shaking her as she screamed.

"MAKE A DECISION YOU STUPID INDECISIVE WALKING BLOB OF GOO! JUST LISTEN TO OUR FINE SHOP KEEP AND PUSH THE $%^& BUTTON LIKE THIS! IT'S SO EASY!"

*CLICK*

Phoebe "MEEP!"ed and backed away.

Zoe giggled, clearly excited, hands trying to cover her mouth as she hopped out of the way.

Leaving Cassie to look sheepish as the hands reached down to snatch her up. "Oh...right...KYAAAAAAAAAAA!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

They arms plucked Cassie off the ground, and did their best to jam her into the machine. The opening was designed for fruit though, so she was a tight fit. Cassie's head slipped through as a thick cylinder, face and hair scrunched together down to her boobs. Between the small size of the hole, and her own mass shifting down to make her curvier and bustier, she was good and half squished against the machine.

"Uuuugh...don't just stand there Phoebe, get me out of-OOOOF!"
*SQUAAAAAAAAAASH*

The hands smashed against Cassie's legs, squishing them into her growing bubble butt until it was huge jiggly cheeks. Her top crumpled into itself loudly like gooey silly putty, rippling through her body. She collapsed into layers of toony flesh as she was squished and forced through as a cylinder, reducing her arms and breasts to drawings etched on her side.

Cassie was grunting, completely squished inside except for her giant butt. Only her feet were not squished into her cheeks, and her heart panties were visible outside her tiny skirt between her tiny kicking feet.

"I can't BELIEVE I-*
*SMACK*
*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

The hands smashed into Cassie's ass, pressing into it until the hands had vanished inside Cassie's mass. With a loud wet clay squish, Cassie rebounded away from them, squishing completely inside, leaving her as a coiled misshapen cylinder of a woman inside the tank.

Phoebe ran up to the glass, Zoe behind her, slightly concerned about her predicament. "Ohmygod Cassie! Are you okay?"

"Uuuugh...get...me...out..."
*VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

Cassie's eyes, painted on the end of her collapsed shape, squinted shut and cried. "TURN THIS THING OFF BEFORE-"
*GRVVNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!*
"AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

The juice machine whirled to life. The powerful blender woke up make delicious juice, unaware it was instead pulping a squished green haired woman. It picked her up effortlessly, quickly spinning her around and around while tearing her apart. Cassandra Valentine's body was almost instantly reduced to a swirl of green goop, bubbling inside tank, her wide green eyes pleading for help, spinning fast enough it seemed copies of them whirled around.

In a few seconds, it was over. Cassie's remains splashed to a stop, green globs of her dripping down the insides, eyes spinning with green spirals.

Zoe approached eagerly and tapped the glass. "Oooo! So...should we serve her?"

Phoebe blinked, almost in shock. "Please no! She's probably already going to splat me later for this!"

Zoe smiled. "Oooo her mallet always looks good. I bet it's a great massage if you just relax and-"

Phoebe practically bit her nails. "I don't want to be thrown out the window as confetti again."

Zoe blinked, a little more serious. "She what?! Okay, I need to talk to Ally and make sure she doesn't do that again. I promise she-"

They were interrupted by an electronic Ally voice. "JUICE NOT BEING SERVED. STORING FOR FUTURE CONSUMPTION."

All three women voiced "WHAT?!"
*GLOOOMP*

A large bubble rose through Cassie. Her liquid form spun around some sort of pipe, splashing down in a whirlpool before vanishing.

Zoe looked at Phoebe. "Where did she go."

Phoebe pulled at her hair, stretching her face. "I don't know!"

*HSSSSSSSSSSSS*

The machine let out one more hiss of steam, and a panel opened. A box rolled out, with Cassie's enraged face stamped on the side.

Zoe stepped forward and opened the crate. "Ooooh this is too good."

* * *

Hours later, Phoebe walked back into the house carrying the Cassie crate.

Ally was still on the couch, playing a video game with her headset on. "Hey Phoebe. How long did Cassie last before pushing the button."

Phoebe stepped back, startled. "How did you...2 hours."

Ally laughed and pushed a button. "You heard her Scarlett. I get to play Super Scarlett Sisters next weekend."

Phoebe could barely hear the response. "Aaaaw! I wanted to play Legend of Ally!"

Ally smiled while walking over. "Okay, I'll call you back. *CLICK* So is that her?"

Phoebe undid the crate, revealing a stack of 48 dark green aluminum cans with "CASSANDRA" written in fancy light green script along the side.

"Can you zap her Ally?"

Ally nodded but snatched a can off the pile. "Yup! We don't even need to pour her out, I figured this would happen early on with the beam design. But...as long as she's stuck like this."

*CRRRCK*

Ally cracked open a can of Cassandra Cola, and took a sip. Two gulps in, she dropped the can spilling green goop everywhere. Ally clutched at her chest, cheeks puckering up.

"Super...sour...grapes...too...strong!..."

Ally's cheeks kept collapsing on themselves as if the smallest taste of Cassie opened a black hole inside her. Her entire body twisted and fell around itself, Ally's entire body stretching while compressing into a tangle of red and peach limbs. Within seconds her arms and legs were squeezing the red shirt at Ally's core, still squeezing until

*SPLOOSH*

She popped like a water balloon, splattering into a puddle of pink goo.

Phoebe blinked, staring at Ally and Cassie spilled across the rug. The cans containing her flat mate started shaking soon after, giving Phoebe even more heebie jeebies.

"Uh...Ally? Where's the restoration beam? Uuuuh..."

She slowly backed up. "I'm...going to spend the night at Zoe's before Cassie restores first."

* * *

Two days later, Cassie marched up to a factory, saber in hand, consumed by rage.

"That little...does Zoe really think she can get away with turning me into cheap...soda?!"

She shuddered again. The memory of her separated globs forcing their way to trickle out of so many cans. The mixed emotions of recombining, a weird sensation countered by the comfort of being in one piece again.

"And then she even posted pictures of her running the stand, inflating herself, signing customer's drinks with ... *GULP* ... Phoebe?! AND PEOPLE LIKED THAT SMUT?!"

If she wasn't so angry, she might have crumbled to dust from embarrassment.

"I will make her wish she never heard the name Casandra Valentine. She'll wish the traps in her ridiculous hobby were ... were..."

Cassie stopped mid stride. She sighed, then stood up straight and hand her sword in front of her. "I'll just have to enjoy this more than she does. No more of Allison's tricks, just me and my blade. I only need to wait for that ditz to be distracted by whatever she's doing here."

She continued her march to the gate. The factory had a big sign on top, "TFL." Cassie had a nagging feeling she was missing some sort of reference, but she charged forward.

A large muscled woman twice her size stepped out of the tiny security checkpoint shack as she approached, wearing a security guard's uniform. "Hey there, you new here? You either need an appointment or an invitatio-"

*SHWP*

Cassie swung her sword without stopping. "You REALLY need to get on instaglam. One to know who you're dealing with, two to get out of those dreadful rags."

The tall woman gave an exasperated sighed, a dark line forming straight down her center. "*Ugh*...everyone's gotta be a critic."

She split in half down her center, falling apart with a wet THUD.

* * *

It took Cassie 10 minutes to find Zoe. She was with her purple haired (so last year) excuse for a girlfriend on a catwalk, looking down at some machinery with a site manager looking woman. All of them wore hard hats.

"What are they doing? And why wear helmets, wouldn't they want to get squished?!"

She continued to study the scene. Her eyes lit up when she realized her opportunity. "I can't believe they're standing under a hanging steel beam. And it's supported by some cheap chain? Don't they know if there's anything I know, it's how to keep my sword sharp."

Cassie sprinted from behind them, hoping they wouldn't see her until it was too late. She could sort of hear their conversation, but she didn't much care what these plebeians were discussing.

Jess was surprised by something, and Zoe shouted, "It does what?!"

The manager laughed. "You drop someone in, and they come out ready to get shown off, just pull the string. Surely some of these famous parties could use some of it."

*CHK*

Cassie sliced through the chain. The three women standing under the beam turned at the sound of metal on metal.

Zoe looked up at the falling steel, rolled her eyes, and smiled. "Hi Cassie. What brings you here? Don't you know this is a hard hat area?"

Cassie leveled her sword at Zoe. "You idiot! After what you did to me, I'm going to have fun with you squished into a-"

*BONK*
*DOINK*

Cassie's jaw dropped. The beam fell squarely onto all three of them, only to bounce off their hard hats.

Directly towards her.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Cassie's body was squished like play dough. Waves of her pale flesh flared out to the sides as she was pancaked wide and flat tot he floor. Her legs looked chubby for a brief moment before all their mass contributed to her butt getting spread many feet across as it squashed. Her head vanished into her chest, puffing out her breasts in her shirt so they were prominently displayed inside her flattened jacket.

At least once the beam bounced away, landing next to her dropped sabre. When Zoe and Jess walked over, Cassie was a 2 inch thick 7 foot flapjack, complete with her edges flopping off the catwalk.

Zoe peeled her halfway off the floor, making sure her butt was as flat as her bust. She let greenie flop down in a heap, licking her lips. "You know Cassie, I don't know what gave you this obsession, but I thought you didn't like when this sort of thing happened to you."

Cassie's flattened face glared up at her three dimensional tormentors. "How could anyone! Now restore me this instant so I can-Hey! What are you doing?!"

Jess somehow reached into Cassie's flattened pocket, procuring her phone. "Babe, I told you the other day she's just mad about numbers. Here, look at this."

Cassie blinked. "How did you unlock it?!"

"I just keyed in 0001. They had the most finger smudges."

"Ooooh I get it!" Zoe blinked, staring at the phone. "You've got a page open for comparing our page metrics! You're trying to grow as an internet personality too! Oh you should have just asked, I can help you there!"

*SSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLRP*

Cassie felt Zoe's fingers dig in and peel, stretching her off the ground. "UNHAND ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! FIX ME NOW YOU-MMMPH!"

Zoe rolled her up. "Just focus on being you again silly. But if you want to get popular, you won't believe what's coming after this."

"MMPH!"

Cassie's rolled up green and peach form squirmed as much as she could in Zoe's hands, but it was no use. Seconds later, she felt Zoe heave, and the sadly familiar rush of wind accompanying falling from a high place surrounded her.

"KAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Jess walked up behind Zoe, placing a hand on her shoulder as her friend dusted off her hands. "You know she's jealous you get more views because you're into splatting yourself and she's looking to just do a fashion channel, right?"

The fore woman walked to the railing and looked over, pulled off a full face mask. Allison Ables' red hair popped out from underneath, and the inventor grinned. "Yeah, this might be too much even for her."

Zoe shrugged. "You do know that crazy woman even tried the old 'No push this button' gag on me. I need to get rid of her with something that will really sting. She's going to be popular one way or another after this, it's the least I can do."

Jess threw back her head and laughed. "HAH! That's why I like you. I'll get the camera."

* * *

*SQUOOOOOOOOOSH*

Cassie's rolled up body slammed into something metallic, and didn't survive it intact. She scrunched down like a green water balloon before splattering into a massive puddle of featureless green goop. Bits of her dripped off the walls as the last of her remains splashed around. The large puddle of goop in the middle quivered like jello, groaning loudly.

"Uuuuuuugh...I'm going to kill her. Just as soon as I somehow...fix...this..."

Miraculously, the green slime around the room started crawling together. Cassie groaned uncomfortably, absolutely hating that she was used to this sort of effort.

"Now what did that ditz say? Envision my perfect self? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

She would never admit it, but it was a rarity for Cassie to pull herself together and restore like this. The green goop bubbled and slowly rose from its center. A face that was more disgusted than disgusting formed in the ooze. Cassie was clearly not enjoying this, but she was at least determined to mold her mass into a recognizable shape.

Wet splatty and shlurpy sounds echoed around as the beautiful woman reformed. An arm peeling off here. Her legs splitting apart there. She screamed again like an anime fighter charging an attack, actually generating a brief green aura as her jacket flapped away from the rest of her body, and colors besides green returned to her.

"UUUggh..."

Cassie fell to one knee after the effort. "That was...exhausting...but I'm me again."

She flexed her fingers in front of her face, checking the nail polish. Then she looked around. "Okay...now how do I get out of here?"

*CLICK*

The lights in the room turned red. Allison's mechanical voice echoed around her again. "Materials received. Commencing crafting."

Cassie stomped, extending her arms down. "ALLISON'S MACHINES AGAIN?! WHAT IS...this...oh God not again..."

The room was heating up fast, and Cassie still remembered the last time this happened in the lab. She took a step towards the only door she could see, and felt her foot spread on the ground. She looked at the rest of her body without stopping to be sure, but she could already feel it happening.

"No no no stop dripping! Hold together you stupid body I just fixed you!"

It was no use. Fleshy globs of Cassie melted off, splatting on the ground. Drips and drops of her perfect self were running off her body, which was rapidly sinking into itself like melting ice cream. More of Cassie's legs stretched behind her as she ran, but she was out of time. She lost her footing and face planted on the floor, making her front half splat into a multicolored mess. Worse, the rest of her slid along it, colliding with the door to explode into a colorful splatter of her colors.

"Uuuugh...how could this get any worse..."

Cassie was too dazed to care about jinxing herself, thoroughly disoriented by her most recent disaster. She was only vaguely aware of her body getting sucked up by a drain, pulled together and transported to some far away place...

* * *

Three Days Later

Cassie was lying on her back in bed, back in one piece. Her limbs were splayed out, but a green pillow was resting on her head.

She tried to ignore the knock on her bedroom door, but it was persistent. "Come on, it wasn't that bad!"

"Allison, I am NOT discussing what happened. Leave me alone. I hate to admit it, but even I need enough rest so I won't splatter at a touch the rest of the week."

Ally's voice answered back from beyond the door. "Oh come on. You've been getting more hits in the last few days than Zoe's gotten in the last month! Heck Zoe's even plugging your channel!"

Cassie bolted upright with pure rage on her face. "MY PERFECT CHANNEL IS NOT FOR POSTING VIDEOS OF MY PERFECT BODY TURNED INTO A MASSIVE BOUNCY CASTLE!"

Phoebe's voice squeaked through the door next. "But you were so much fun! You were smiling when we pulled the cord on that little green cube and you billowed up into a big bounce house!"

"THAT SMILE WAS LITERALLY PAINTED ON!"

Phoebe didn't take the hint. "And the inside was so big and fluffy and bouncy! It was great! The whole neighborhood loved it!"

Cassie turned bright red. "THE WHOLE THING WAS AWFUL! I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN! AND STOP SMILING IN PICURES WHEN YOU JUMP ON MY INFLATED BUTT!"

"Alright Phoebe, let's go leave Miss Grumpy Pants alone."

"Aaaaw..."

"Rest up Cassie, just text me if you want anything to eat."

Cassie thudded back onto her mattress, her face's not-enraged-red color returning. But as she listened to her flat mates's footsteps fade in the distance, she sheepishly looked to her night stand.

She grabbed her phone.

"...I hate that they're right. And I'm not doing that a lot. But..."

She was paging through comments, deleting every other one, but still keeping the rest.

"...Looks like I have a few fans of wearing red and blue dresses mixed in with the weirdos. I must never tell Zoe she did something right."

Allison's voice screamed in the distance. "I HEARD THAT!"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Cassie grabbed a hammer from under her bed and stormed out, as some things never change.

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Cassandra Valentine posed in her latest royal blue top, revealing just the right amount of skin above, and below, for her viewers. She wore a matching blue skirt that barely covered her thighs. She twirled, letting the camera capture a few stills while her viewers oo-ed and ah-ed.

"I know everyone, I think this dress is fabulous too. Unfortunately, that's all I have time for right, so, you know. Like, subscribe, and-oh thanks for the stream tips! You know I loooooove the attention. Bye everyone!"

She winked at the camera, switched it off, and immediately collapsed the the floor with a loud crack. Her hair went from perfect to frazzled fuzzball on her head. Her arms and legs were a knot around her. Her green eyes were twitching below a vein in her forehead, pulsing atop her crumpled form.

"WHY THE HELL IS GETTING ATTENTION SO HARD?!?!"

"It was so easy. Just post a wink on Instaglam. Show juuuuust enough skin. But now these blasted Gootubers and OnlyFlats idiots are stealing my viewers. HOW am I supposed to stay popular if I have to actually TRY to get viewers?!"

The green haired beauty rose up with a machine rattling sound, clanking and cranking back to her full height while restoring to her normal figure. Then she pulled out her phone.

"No matter. I'll put a few of these tight blue dress shots on Instaglam...and try to forget that I actually did have to pour myself into it..."

She shuddered at the memory, then refocused on her phone.

"...and everyone will once again be talking about me across the-....WHAT?!"

Cassie's jaw dropped to the ground, and her colors literally faded to white. "HOW IS SHE THERE?!"

Right under the Instaglam logo was a picture of a ridiculously stretched out impersonation of chewing gum. It was black, tan, and had a face drawn on it that Cassie despised.

"Zoe Reyes takes world record for longest recognizable stretch?! AND HAS TEN MILLION LIKES?!"

Color returned to Cassie like a thermometer, and steam shot out her ears. "CURSE THAT ZOE!!!"

* * *

A moment later, Cassie was dragging a box up the stairs from Allison's lab. She almost got it to the door without being noticed.

"When I'm done with her she'll...she'll..."

A voice behind the newspaper on the couch responded. "Um, Cassie? Look, I know you have your death grudges and everything, but try not to break those. I need them to play with Boo next week."

Cassie's eyes went wide, sliding slowly to look at her room mate. "Uh...Allison! Hi! You know I would never-"

Ally lowered the newspaper to make eye contact. "Or at LEAST make sure the Flatmates fans get to see a green splatter this time. They love photos of you when you're squished."

Cassie blinked. "The wha-...Ugh. Fine, I won't break your weird toys. Any suggestions?"

Ally returned to her newspaper before responding. "Use the baker's mitts. They're the giant thick steel fingers for kneading. Stick to basics and don't blow yourself up."

Cassie dug around, pulled out the giant metal hands. She eyed the red Allison colored goo stuck to it; she really did need to learn to clean herself off her toys better.

Cassie flicked it off to the floor, and grinned. "Thank you."

* * *

Cassie knew one thing. She wasn't going to be squishing anyone without some caffeine first. Fortunately, she discovered a new shop recently, Graced With Sugar.

*It might be run by another of those transformation happy fools Ally and Zoe knows, but Grace can actually go a full minute without trying to squish herself. Plus I'll always respect good coffee.*

Cassie walked by the window, when something caught her eye. Her head stopped in mid air while her body walked another 5 steps before it *SNAPPED* back to her loudly. Heads turned inside, but Cassie ducked below the window under a bush.

"I can't believe my luck! Zoe's right here! And she's near the kitchen entrance for some reason!"

Cassie reached into her tiny fashion purse, and pulled out her Ally Co. Industrial Strength Baker's Gloves 9000. Her face wrinkled with slight disgust as she slipped them in, eyeing them suspiciously. "Normally I would assume Allison's toys would explode in my hands, but if she let Boo use them on her, they must work well."

The wrists lit up as they hummed to life. Cassie punched them together with a satisfying *CLUNK*. She wiggled her fingers, feeling the power flow through them. "Oh dear me...maybe there is something to some brute force over a sword."

Cassie's green eyes peeked over the window sill. Zoe still hadn't seen her, so Cassie sneaked to the door. "Now, I only need to wait for someone with no fashion sense to open the door...here we go."

A middle aged man with cheap non-designer glasses and sweatpants walked out staring at his phone, and Cassie slipped inside. "I have to get there while she's still distracted..."

Zoe stood across the room, wearing her usual black shirt and skirt and her braided hair, near the corner of the front stand and a door to the kitchen. Her eyes were locked on all the pastries behind the glass, though every few seconds her head turned to look at the kitchen.

Cassie didn't much care why.

Zoe licked her lips, still unaware of Cassie's approach. "Oh man these look so good. I've gotta figure out how she makes these. I'm coming back here for a hundred of these to eat with Jess one night and see how big and messed up we *HUUUUUUUUURK!!!*

*SMOOOOOSH*

Zoe felt something push her head down. Her whole body smooshed together like dough, legs spiraling to the floor under her. Her head vanished into her chest, leaving her silver eyes floating above her boobs. Her chest bounced and grew larger for just a moment before collapsing onto her butt like two giant pillows.

Cassie kept pushing down with her mechanical mitts. The slam finished splattering Zoe into a gooey pile of woman with no real form worth describing. Only a mish mash of tan and black ooze remained in a layered puddle at Cassie's feet.

Zoe's eyes fell and splatted in, each with 4 hearts spinning in a dizzy circle. "Oooooh you're good at that. Can I borrow those later? I have a few friends that would pay good money for-MMMMPH!"

Cassie punched down her Zoe dough, splashing gooey droplets of her nemesis aside. "UGH! You and Allison both! I'M JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS!"

*SQUELCH*
*SQUOOOSH*
*KA-THUNK*CREAK*
*SMISH*
*SQUASH*

Cassie kept kneading Zoe into doughy oblivion. The hands stretched and squished what remained of Zoe while Cassie carried her into the kitchen to find a proper work space. She slammed Zoe onto it, any sign of the dough ball being a grown woman long gone. She kept working her, folding Zoe over herself and squishing her back together. Zoe felt it all though, moaning with pleasure more and more every time she felt her whole being stretch apart only to slam together again.

"OOOH YEEES!"
"AAAAAAAARG SHUT UP ALREADY!"

*WHOOSH*
*SPLOOOOSH*

Cassie threw the dripping gooey Zoe dough into a big bowl on the counter. Zoe made a big colorful splash, bubbling and melting into a consistency better described as batter than dough.

Cassie towered over her, a faint demonic aura forming around her. "Now then, let's see how popular you are when you're just a bunch of unrecognizable overpriced scones and-"

*Tap*tap* "Excuse me?"

Another vein almost popped out of Cassie's forehead, but she calmed down enough to turn around. A cute red head with a cooking apron stood behind her.

The proprietor. "Oh, hi Grace. Sorry, I just...had to take care of something here, and..."

Grace tilted her head, giving Cassie a look. "Is that so? Because it looked a lot more like you have some anger management issues with Zoe."

Cassie sighed. She took a hand out of the gloves and reached into her purse. "Look, it's a personal matter between me and the bimbo in the bowl. Just...here's some consideration for the mess in your kitchen and your silence on the matter, and-"

*WHAM*

A huge piston slammed down from the ceiling, crushing Cassandra before she even knew there was a threat. There was a brief green hair frazzle, then a squished together face with her tongue sticking out in shock. Her pale skin flared out from her revealing clothes before she was pressed utterly flat against the floor, giving her the uncomfortable sensation of her body stretching to fill the entire square area under the crusher.

Grace calmly pushed a button on her remote control to reset the device, then knealed in front of her new green floor mat. "I'm sorry Cassie, but I can't have customers, even some of my favorites, and I mean that..."

She pinched and stretched Cassie's flattened cheeks for emphasis. "...coming into the kitchen. It's an insurance issue mostly. But I can't let you go too far with Zoe because we actually have a commission for her today. Someone asked us to bake them a literal Zoe cake, and she agreed to experience my cooking techniques.

Cassie's eyes blinked closed, then opened super wide. "You mean?!"

Grace laughed and nodded. "She was already here to get transformed into a wonderful cake, AND it looks like you got the first half of the work done. I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll have our newbie take you home, she needs to learn this process anyway. Don't worry, she's a sweetheart, just go easy on her, no revenge plans."

Cassie grumbled. "Gaaah! Restore me this instant! I can't just go home in the hands of some random-"

Grace didn't wait for her to finish. "Miss LeBlanc? Can you help me with something?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Phoebe?! Ugh...at least she won't need directions."

* * *

An hour later, Phoebe walked into the Flatmate house holding a white bakery box. She hurried to put it on the table and pull the string to open it.

Ally looked up excited. "Ooo they let you bring treats home from work again?"

Phoebe looked up, very worried. "Not exactly..."

A large flat green square was folded up inside. Cassie's enraged face was printed on top, still quaking with rage.

"Oh. Hi Cassie." Ally sighed and went back to reading her paper.

Phoebe shook her out onto the table, where Cassie flopped with a light paper crinkle. Ally didn't even look away from her paper, firing a perfect restoration beam.

*POP* G reen energy from the ray, creating a green aura around Cassie. The green pancake on the table stretched up, Cassie's annoyed face feeling every last stretch of her body, and she was finally her old self again.

And she was ANGRY. "UUUUUUGH! How did she....and she WANTED that?!"

Ally did lower her paper at those words. "Wanted what?"

Phoebe held up her phone. "Zoe signed up to be a cake! Grace already posted the result on Instaglam and everyone's talking about it."

"Give me that!" Cassie grabbed the device to confirm. Zoe had been baked into a massive 4 layer cake, with hug ice cream scoops where her confection chest should have been. "That's number 1 in the last 5 minute?!?!?!"

Allison smiled. "She looks good. Phoebe, you said Grace lets people do that?"

Phoebe nodded eagerly. "Yeah! It's weird, but kinda cool?"

Ally smiled. "I've gotta surprise Boo now."

Cassie grumbled, more dark auras forming around her. "Not that I mind the save Phoebe, but WHY were you there?!

Phoebe put her fingers together. "Um...you make us pay rent? And her other assistant Emi needed a day off after you painted her on the building."

Cassie looked down with a pout, crossing her arms. "Only after she said I should date Gumby. How long can Emi possibly be out? Isn't she as plucky as the rest of you flat-o-philes?"

Phoebe nervously answered, not wanting to get splattered while technically on the clock. "Did you see Grace's stash of cookies in her office with the fishnet pattern icing?"

Allison giggled from the couch.

Cassie flinched, trying to ignore her. "Whatever. Allison, I'm trying another of your toys tomorrow. That bimbo enjoyed the cake too much."

Ally shrugged. "Try the Any Key."

Cassie blinked. "The what now?"

* * *

*HOOONK*

The next day, Cassie was driving a large empty bus. Every time hopeful plebeians thought their ride had arived, Cassie slowed just enough to make them stand up before honking and speeding away.

"HAH! Another 2. As if I would ride with anyone in public. Normally I'm not one to drive something this large, but I can't deny there's some fun about this."

Cassie looked at the comically large key in the ignition. "Though I have to wonder, why does Allison have a voice command activated self driving universal car bus and truck key? Feels almost as dangerous to have one as it Is ridiculous to exist."

Cassie got a ping on her phone. Zoe was posting pictures from mid town.

"Any Key, take us to 4th and 20th. I've got a ditz to splatter."

A robotic Allison voice responded. "Affirmative. Going to 4th and 20th."

The bus sped along, dutifully avoiding trouble while not stopping for anyone. It took an agonizing amount of time for Cassie, but in 5 minutes, she was in position.

* * *

Zoe was walking along looking grumpier than usual. "I can't believe the day I'm having. First the pool supply the store was closed. Then my massage gets canceled. What the hell am I supposed to do today if I'm stuck being solid?!"

*HOOOOOOOOOOONK*

She looked up, seeing a big bus with a suspicious driver speeding towards her. "Oh thank goodness. Cassie's too obsessed to not give me a long massage."

She opened her arms to embrace traffic, then took a deep breath. "Okay, clearing my mind. Gotta focus for something this big. Deep breath. *Wshhhhhhhhhh*."

*WHAM*
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

For a fleeting moment, Zoe was flat against the wind shield, getting stretched backwards. Zoe squished and stretched against the glass, eyes rolling back in her head as the bus plowed through her. The sensation made her smile, along with the knowledge she was giving Cassie a closeup view of her smeared flattened chest.

Before anyone could blink, she exploded into a gooptacular mess across the road. Twisted swirls of color was unrecognizable as the woman she was, splashing to the road and settling in large puddles of toony ooze.

Her disembodied voice echoed from the mess. "Ahhhh...that felt nice. I think that loosened the knot in my shoulder blades. How far did she splatter me? I think I'm somewhere over...oh what's that?! Yahhahahah! That tickles! What is she doing?!"

* * *

Cassie made her second pass, this time in a street sweeper, turning the knobs up to "Stupid fast hyper cleanse."

"That dolt probably enjoyed it. It was practically written on her face before she exploded off the windshield. Let's see if much she likes getting scrambled by these brushes. Even she'll be mixed up until she's senseless for hours!"

Cassie looked around at Zoe's remains bunching and swirling off the brushes. Her black and tan mass smooshed and splashed, leaving swirls of color in her wake. She did it again and again, making extra sure Zoe was utterly gooped beyond recognition.

She looked back at the piles of goo on the strangely quiet road. "Okay sweeper, back to the garage. I have one more surprise."

"Affirmative! Driving to Municipal Construction Garage #19"

Zoe's inky ooze quivered in its brief respite. She was far too scrambled to think at this point, and the road started quaking before she could think about the word "restore".

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Cassie barreled through on a steam roller at top speed. Every glob of Zoe it touched was instantly squished to two dimensions on the street. The braided bombshell was pressed hard into the pavement, now more a painting against the asphalt than even her usual liquefied self.

*SQUOOOOOOSH*
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeh"
*HISSSSSSSSSSS*

Cassie looked back, pushing her fluttering hair aside, to see the flattened mess of her rival. "Hah! That idiot will wish she never messed with Casandra Valentine. Once her followers see what I've reduced her to, they'll be falling each other to subscribe to me. After that even someone like Zoe has to wish she could yell 'Stop! Stop!' "

The electronic voice of her key responded to that. "Stopping!"

The roller IMMEDIATELY stopped, going from 60 to 0 in half a second.

And hurling Cassie into the air.

"GAAAAAAAH NO! Don't stop you stupid machine!! I need to go home to post about this!"

Cassie tumbled along the un-Zoed road ahead of her, but she immediately regretted yelling. "Belaying order to stop. Executing new route, drive Cassie home."

The roller roared back to life, speeding towards its former driver on the ground. "Wait! I didn't mean without me driving! Give me a moment to-KAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

The roller passed over Cassie, twisting her face as her legs and hips were flattened by it. Her upper body shook with race as her perfect proportions were squished and smeared against the ground, reducing the green haired one to a sticker of her former glory.

Sticker was an unfortunately accurate term, as when the roller turned over, Cassie's two dimensional form was very stuck to it, rolling down to get crushed again.

*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Cassie felt herself spreading thinner across the face of the drum.

*SQUAAAAAAAAASH*

As she turned over and over, she slowly changed from a sexy pin-up if flattened poster of herself, to a massive squished rectangle. Her face went from just angry to completely dazed, eyes spinning and clothes disheveling.

"Uuuuuggghh...OOOF!"
*SPLAAAAAAAAAAAT*

She was losing cohesion fast, flattened bits of herself smearing into each other. It was hard to tell where any of Cassie began or ended as she mixed together. She was barely clinging to sanity with the thought, "At least Zoe's going to be the laughingstock of the internet..."

* * *

Ally sat on the steps to her house, reading her phone in one hand with her restoration beam in the other. "Any minute now..."

*squish*squish*Squish*SQUISH*SQUISH*
*HSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

The steamroller finally pulled into the driveway, drum coated in a viscous green goop. With the roller stopped, Cassie was sliding down, dripping to the pavement, squished beyond all recognition. She looked more like thick green paint oozing from the steam roller than anything human.

Ally put her phone back into her pocket. "Are you okay over there?"

Cassie's droplets cascaded and splattered to the ground faster. "Do...I...okay look...beam...me...restore......please..."

*SPLOOOOSH*

Cassie's green goop seemed to all collapse to the ground at once, her energy spent.

Ally cocked the beam. "Okay, but only because I don't want you stuck in the cracks."

*ZAP*

Cassie's green slime swirled together, snapping back into a dizzy if cute green haired woman. "Gaaah...that key...gaaaaaaaaaah"

*THUD*

Cassie collapsed, unconscious. Allison shook her head, slightly disappointed, but also carried her inside.

* * *

The next morning, Cassie finally woke up. She was still super dizzy at first, but with one shake with her head making a rattling sound, she snapped back to attention.

Her memories slowly came back. A smile crept up her face, realizing that she made it home while her rival was probably still painted on a street. "At least I finally got Zoe. There's no way she's back on her feet yet after that."

She dashed downstairs. Ally and Phoebe were already eating breakfast. "Good morning dearest flat mates. Has Zoe's misfortune been advertised all over yet?

Ally calmly walked over to Cassie, holding up her phone. "You might want to double check that. You're a better artist than you think."

Cassie blinked. "What are you talking-...WHAAAAAAAAAT?!"

She snatched Allison's phone, reading the words on the screen in horror. "TF League star splatters self across road into beautiful mural?"

It was definitely Cassie's handiwork in the picture. Intricate swirls of tan and black, with a few specs of yellow, decorated the entire block of pavement. Despite the vein forming on Cassie's forehead, she internally knew Zoe was painted into something aesthetically pleasing.

But then the interview. "SHE SAID WHAT?!"

"Uuuuugh." Ally sighed, stood up from the table, and with one red tornado quickly changed into an Ally-colored-Zoe. "I just thought it would be a nice surprise and fun experiment to paint a gloomy stretch of road with myself. I thought, you know, it would brighten up some lives, and if it worked, I could do a special on my gootube channel on how anyone could have fun being road art to help make our city beautiful and-PLEH!"

*WHAM*

Cassie brought a huge mallet down on her, reducing Ally to a 3 foot red disk on the floor, still with Zoe's proportions. "Stop mocking me Allison, and start thinking of how I'm going to get viewers! It looks like she got even MORE subs and likes out of this."

Phoebe timidly raised her hand. "Um, we could, you know, just go dress shopping."

Cassie looked at Phoebe confused, then smiled. "Clothes! Finally, a good idea."

The red disk on the floor shook. "Mmmph. Bring the Unraveler too!"

Cassie blinked. "The what?"

* * *

Cassie stepped into the dressing rooms, idly moving her hands as she spoke to no one in particular. "And then I'll try on the red one. Then the deep purple one. I don't know about the yellow one though, it sort of clashes..."

'No one in particular,' also known as Phoebe, stumbled in behind her. She was barely standing under a literal ton of clothing. "But how...can you try...so much..."

*CRCK*
*SQUIIIIIISH*

The pile of clothes collapsed to the floor, with the flattened edges of Phoebe sticking out from underneath.

"You wouldn't understand Phoebe. Fashion is the art of knowing exactly which shade goes best on me, and I have to see every color to know which shape and color and size goes best to make guys swoon over me. Now wait there."

Over the next half hour, Cassie came in and out of the changing room, giving quick judgments to each outfit.

"Too long."
"Too much cleavage."
"Too orange."
"Ugh this one's just ugly in this light."
"Not revealing enough."
"Ah, perfect!"

By then, Phoebe the massive pancake was finally uncovered. She remained strangely relaxed while squished on the floor, but was very confused by Cassie. "Wait. That's just...your normal outfit!"

Cassie turned in front of the mirror by the dressing room's main entrance. "It almost is, but there's important differences! These sleeves are an inch shorter, and it's a light stonewash instead of a dark one. And this skirt is just a little darker to let no light escape, so it makes my butt look b-"

*WHAM*
*CLANK*CLANK*
"KYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The door swung open, plastering Cassie against the wall. As uncomfortable as it was to feel her flesh spread against the wall to twice her normal size, knees and arms bent up in her reactionary anime pose, what she heard next *actually* made her mad.

"Just keep Scarlett busy Jess, I don't want her seeing how we're gonna melt her."

"Okay Zoe, but hurry up before Amber gets her first."

Zoe giggled and closed the door behind her. She stopped when she saw a friendly pancake on the ground. "I'll try and...ohmygod Phoebe what are you doing pancaked here?!"

She grabbed Phoebe by her bow and stretched her head up. Phoebe's body puffed up into a big blue dome, creaking like rubber, before popping back into her normal shape.

"Heh...hey Zoe! Just...thanks. We had too many clothes."

Zoe looked at the pile of outfits Cassie tried on previously. "Wow that's...a lot...but hey, what's this one? Looks maybe too revealing but..."

"Zoe! Hurry up!"

Zoe dropped everything and ran to get changed. "Ack, sorry! Gotta move."

She ran to the changing area, letting the main door creak open. Finally, Phoebe had a good look at Cassie posterized on the wall.

Her flat green eyes drifted towards Phoebe. "Help...me...pry me off...don't lose...Allison's toy..."

"Eep!" Phoebe startled to attention and looked around. "Use the thing to peel you off, got it."

Phoebe grabbed the so called Unraveler. It had two prongs on the end, almost like a hand mixer with weird needles on the end. Phoebe slid it under Cassie, putting slight folds in her body, and intense panic on her face.

"No you idiot! That...could..."

The door to Zoe's room slammed open. She popped out wearing a bright yellow tank with a deep neckline. "Ta daaaa! How do I look?"

Phoebe jumped at the surprise... "EEEEP!"
...And pulled the trigger on the device. "KYAAAAA!!!"

The needles spun through Cassie, tearing her body apart into long strands of thread. Legs, arms, and torso all vanished as a huge bundle of green thread formed on the ground behind Phoebe, leaving her flat face for last.

"Why does this always happen to-MPPH!"

Phoebe looked panicked! She nervously looked between her unraveled flat mate and Zoe's cute shirt. "Uuuuh..."

Zoe turned, looking at her self with a frown. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's missing something. Maybe...Oh hey! That's a good idea, can I borrow that for a second?"

"I'd rather you..."
*YOINK*
"uh...okay?"

Before Phoebe could react, Zoe had already taken the unraveler and started making adjustments. "Sonia had one of these at a photo shoot once. These things are GREAT! It can feel so freeing, but it also gets clothes made fast if you configure it right. Like this..."

Zoe stuck the machine into the pile of green Cassie thread. It trembled, helpless to stop what came next.

*WHRRRRRRRRRRRR*
"AAAAAAAACK!"

In an instant, Cassue felt herself getting spun around again. This time instead of being torn apart, she felt parts of herself mesh together. She wasn't sure where any part of her body was anymore, though she was mostly worried if her face was too close to her butt. Being mashed together felt too weird though, and Cassie eventually passed out from the experience.

So she never saw the green jacket Zoe held up next. "Yeah this is it! If I put this on over the other shirt...bingo!"

Phoebe held her hand up. "Wait, Zoe! I need that back when you're done!"

"Why do you-..." Zoe paused, the source of her green thread dawning on her. "Ooooh...well, Cassie likes fashion. One or two pictures shouldn't hurt."

Phoebe laughed nervously, knowing what would come next.

* * *

Phoebe got home an hour later, wearing a spicy new jacket.

Ally looked up from tinkering with a machine as she walked in. "Hey Phoebe. Nice jacket! Did Cassie at least enjoy the experience."

Cassie, even as a piece of clothing, shook with rage, briefly squeezing air into Phoebe's extremes. "TURN ME BACK YOU TECHNOLOGICAL DOLT!"

Ally rolled her eyes while pulling out a restoration beam. "Fine, I won't invent a beam that magically snaps your squishy body back to normal next time."

*ZAP*
*POP*

Phoebe's jacket flapped off her shoulders into the air, twisting and morphing back into Cassie's normal body.

"Grrrr I oughta..." Cassie paused to take a deep breath. "Find your quiet space Cassandra, find it...Thank you Allison."

Ally blinked. "Wow. I didn't think you had it in you."

For the first time in the last few days, Cassie looked slightly ashamed. "You know, all this rage towards Zoe has been pretty bad for my karma. I remember Professor Wily E. mentioning this once. You can only make so many holes of yourself in the canyon floor before you should stop and rethink why you're trying to get someone."

Allison rolled her eyes, then dug for her phone. "Look Cassie, I'm proud of you for thinking maybe you've gone too far here, but the readers are here to see you angry. Look at this."

Cassie blinked. "One of these days Allison I will figure out what hit you on the head to make you keep referring to 'our' readers, when I've never seen you post on Instaglam and WHAT THE #$%^&* IS THIS?!"

On Ally's screen was Zoe on her Gootube.
Wearing a bright green jacket.
With over a million likes.

"AND SHE TOLD THEM IT WAS ME?! FOLLOW MY GIRL CASSIE TO SEE HER SQUISH AND SPLATTER?!"

Not even the added fame could stop the vein from throbbing on Cassie's forehead as she turned red. Even her hair lit like a fuse of its own accord from her rage. "THAT STUPID LITTLE HARLOT! I'LL-"

*KABOOOOM*

Cassie and Ally stood covered in soot after Cassie's rage consumed her. Only their eyes remained white on their charred bodies. They blinked twice, then crumbled to dust.

Ally blinked towards Phoebe, still standing by nervously. "Phoebe? Can you run inside and grab some water? Once we're restored, I need to show both of you how to use the juice cart."

Cassie blinked back at her. "The what?"

Allison's eyes swiveled back at her atop her dust. "Don't worry, it's a trick so basic even you can't screw it up."

Green smoke rose from Cassie's ashes. Not because Allison was insulting her, but because deep down she knew it was true.

* * *

Phoebe stood behind a cart on a path in the park. She was surrounded by clear tanks of colorful liquids and cups, all under a colorful banner for...

"Mango! Apple! Orange! Try some fresh squeezed juice today!"

Across the brick walkway were a few bushes, dense enough to hide the green haired woman within.

"Trapped cart, check. Paid Phoebe to take this as a temp job, check. Now we just need to wait on that ditz Zoe to pass through."

Cassie watched another customer approach. She had to hand it to Ally, this was a great machine. Everything worked perfectly. Their customers push a button, the gears spin to life, mechanical arms throw some fruit into a blender, and produced a fresh treat for their patron.

An arguably cute woman with rich auburn hair and a blue baseball tee walked up and pointed at the oranges. Phoebe Smiled and pointed to the buttons, making sure the woman didn't push the on labeled "special offer papaya juice."

Cassie smiled. "Good, our guests don't suspect a thing. It's almost perfect..." She frowned. "Except for the part where Phoebe of all people is getting noticed on Instaglam for this..."

As if on cue, the woman stretched her arms unnaturally long to hug Phoebe and snap a selfie with her new drink. Phoebe giggled nervously and smiled for the photo, but Cassie shivered.

"At least it's generating dress money, I can buy 102 this month instead of 100 now. Any minute now, if my sources are right, Zoe should be passing through here like she does every..."

Cassie blinked and somehow shrank to hide even more behind her shrubbery. "There she is! I need to get out my camera..."

Zoe walked by, double taking and stretching her body back to the cart with a smile. "Hi Phoebe! They got you selling juice too now?"

Phoebe nodded with a smile. "Yup! It's a one day pop-up thing."

Zoe clapped her hands together. "Ooo sounds like fun! What should I get? Maybe something simple, I'm supposed to get gooped for a pay per view promo in an hour."

Cassie stifled a laugh. *Oh, you're going to be a little late for that.*

Phoebe tried to do her part, though her delivery was stiff. "Why don't you try the Papaya juice! It is made to order!"

Zoe shook her head. "Nah, I don't want anything too complicated. What about some cider?"

Phoebe bit her lip, not wanting Cassie to squish her again if this didn't work. "No, all of our products are made to order. Just try the papaya."

Zoe kept thinking, tapping a finger on her chin. "Yeah, but, how fast can it really make it? I just don't know."

Phoebe was sweating, looking around nervously. Cassie noticed, and poked her head above the bushes. She produced a large poster of a papaya, then pointed at it emphatically.

Which only made Phoebe panic more. "Uuuh, no Zoe don't worry. It's quite fast."

Zoe gave a weak smile, looking unconvinced. "But I really need to get there fast Phoebe! What can you get me in a hurry."

"The papaya's great."

"Can't you just make a lemonade?"

Cassie listened to this exchange go on.

And On.

And ON.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Out of patience, Cassie dashed out from the bushes to the cart. She grabbed Zoe's shoulders, shaking her as she screamed.

"MAKE A DECISION YOU STUPID INDECISIVE WALKING BLOB OF GOO! JUST LISTEN TO OUR FINE SHOP KEEP AND PUSH THE $%^& BUTTON LIKE THIS! IT'S SO EASY!"

*CLICK*

Phoebe "MEEP!"ed and backed away.

Zoe giggled, clearly excited, hands trying to cover her mouth as she hopped out of the way.

Leaving Cassie to look sheepish as the hands reached down to snatch her up. "Oh...right...KYAAAAAAAAAAA!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

They arms plucked Cassie off the ground, and did their best to jam her into the machine. The opening was designed for fruit though, so she was a tight fit. Cassie's head slipped through as a thick cylinder, face and hair scrunched together down to her boobs. Between the small size of the hole, and her own mass shifting down to make her curvier and bustier, she was good and half squished against the machine.

"Uuuugh...don't just stand there Phoebe, get me out of-OOOOF!"
*SQUAAAAAAAAAASH*

The hands smashed against Cassie's legs, squishing them into her growing bubble butt until it was huge jiggly cheeks. Her top crumpled into itself loudly like gooey silly putty, rippling through her body. She collapsed into layers of toony flesh as she was squished and forced through as a cylinder, reducing her arms and breasts to drawings etched on her side.

Cassie was grunting, completely squished inside except for her giant butt. Only her feet were not squished into her cheeks, and her heart panties were visible outside her tiny skirt between her tiny kicking feet.

"I can't BELIEVE I-*
*SMACK*
*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

The hands smashed into Cassie's ass, pressing into it until the hands had vanished inside Cassie's mass. With a loud wet clay squish, Cassie rebounded away from them, squishing completely inside, leaving her as a coiled misshapen cylinder of a woman inside the tank.

Phoebe ran up to the glass, Zoe behind her, slightly concerned about her predicament. "Ohmygod Cassie! Are you okay?"

"Uuuugh...get...me...out..."
*VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

Cassie's eyes, painted on the end of her collapsed shape, squinted shut and cried. "TURN THIS THING OFF BEFORE-"
*GRVVNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!*
"AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

The juice machine whirled to life. The powerful blender woke up make delicious juice, unaware it was instead pulping a squished green haired woman. It picked her up effortlessly, quickly spinning her around and around while tearing her apart. Cassandra Valentine's body was almost instantly reduced to a swirl of green goop, bubbling inside tank, her wide green eyes pleading for help, spinning fast enough it seemed copies of them whirled around.

In a few seconds, it was over. Cassie's remains splashed to a stop, green globs of her dripping down the insides, eyes spinning with green spirals.

Zoe approached eagerly and tapped the glass. "Oooo! So...should we serve her?"

Phoebe blinked, almost in shock. "Please no! She's probably already going to splat me later for this!"

Zoe smiled. "Oooo her mallet always looks good. I bet it's a great massage if you just relax and-"

Phoebe practically bit her nails. "I don't want to be thrown out the window as confetti again."

Zoe blinked, a little more serious. "She what?! Okay, I need to talk to Ally and make sure she doesn't do that again. I promise she-"

They were interrupted by an electronic Ally voice. "JUICE NOT BEING SERVED. STORING FOR FUTURE CONSUMPTION."

All three women voiced "WHAT?!"
*GLOOOMP*

A large bubble rose through Cassie. Her liquid form spun around some sort of pipe, splashing down in a whirlpool before vanishing.

Zoe looked at Phoebe. "Where did she go."

Phoebe pulled at her hair, stretching her face. "I don't know!"

*HSSSSSSSSSSSS*

The machine let out one more hiss of steam, and a panel opened. A box rolled out, with Cassie's enraged face stamped on the side.

Zoe stepped forward and opened the crate. "Ooooh this is too good."

* * *

Hours later, Phoebe walked back into the house carrying the Cassie crate.

Ally was still on the couch, playing a video game with her headset on. "Hey Phoebe. How long did Cassie last before pushing the button."

Phoebe stepped back, startled. "How did you...2 hours."

Ally laughed and pushed a button. "You heard her Scarlett. I get to play Super Scarlett Sisters next weekend."

Phoebe could barely hear the response. "Aaaaw! I wanted to play Legend of Ally!"

Ally smiled while walking over. "Okay, I'll call you back. *CLICK* So is that her?"

Phoebe undid the crate, revealing a stack of 48 dark green aluminum cans with "CASSANDRA" written in fancy light green script along the side.

"Can you zap her Ally?"

Ally nodded but snatched a can off the pile. "Yup! We don't even need to pour her out, I figured this would happen early on with the beam design. But...as long as she's stuck like this."

*CRRRCK*

Ally cracked open a can of Cassandra Cola, and took a sip. Two gulps in, she dropped the can spilling green goop everywhere. Ally clutched at her chest, cheeks puckering up.

"Super...sour...grapes...too...strong!..."

Ally's cheeks kept collapsing on themselves as if the smallest taste of Cassie opened a black hole inside her. Her entire body twisted and fell around itself, Ally's entire body stretching while compressing into a tangle of red and peach limbs. Within seconds her arms and legs were squeezing the red shirt at Ally's core, still squeezing until

*SPLOOSH*

She popped like a water balloon, splattering into a puddle of pink goo.

Phoebe blinked, staring at Ally and Cassie spilled across the rug. The cans containing her flat mate started shaking soon after, giving Phoebe even more heebie jeebies.

"Uh...Ally? Where's the restoration beam? Uuuuh..."

She slowly backed up. "I'm...going to spend the night at Zoe's before Cassie restores first."

* * *

Two days later, Cassie marched up to a factory, saber in hand, consumed by rage.

"That little...does Zoe really think she can get away with turning me into cheap...soda?!"

She shuddered again. The memory of her separated globs forcing their way to trickle out of so many cans. The mixed emotions of recombining, a weird sensation countered by the comfort of being in one piece again.

"And then she even posted pictures of her running the stand, inflating herself, signing customer's drinks with ... *GULP* ... Phoebe?! AND PEOPLE LIKED THAT SMUT?!"

If she wasn't so angry, she might have crumbled to dust from embarrassment.

"I will make her wish she never heard the name Casandra Valentine. She'll wish the traps in her ridiculous hobby were ... were..."

Cassie stopped mid stride. She sighed, then stood up straight and hand her sword in front of her. "I'll just have to enjoy this more than she does. No more of Allison's tricks, just me and my blade. I only need to wait for that ditz to be distracted by whatever she's doing here."

She continued her march to the gate. The factory had a big sign on top, "TFL." Cassie had a nagging feeling she was missing some sort of reference, but she charged forward.

A large muscled woman twice her size stepped out of the tiny security checkpoint shack as she approached, wearing a security guard's uniform. "Hey there, you new here? You either need an appointment or an invitatio-"

*SHWP*

Cassie swung her sword without stopping. "You REALLY need to get on instaglam. One to know who you're dealing with, two to get out of those dreadful rags."

The tall woman gave an exasperated sighed, a dark line forming straight down her center. "*Ugh*...everyone's gotta be a critic."

She split in half down her center, falling apart with a wet THUD.

* * *

It took Cassie 10 minutes to find Zoe. She was with her purple haired (so last year) excuse for a girlfriend on a catwalk, looking down at some machinery with a site manager looking woman. All of them wore hard hats.

"What are they doing? And why wear helmets, wouldn't they want to get squished?!"

She continued to study the scene. Her eyes lit up when she realized her opportunity. "I can't believe they're standing under a hanging steel beam. And it's supported by some cheap chain? Don't they know if there's anything I know, it's how to keep my sword sharp."

Cassie sprinted from behind them, hoping they wouldn't see her until it was too late. She could sort of hear their conversation, but she didn't much care what these plebeians were discussing.

Jess was surprised by something, and Zoe shouted, "It does what?!"

The manager laughed. "You drop someone in, and they come out ready to get shown off, just pull the string. Surely some of these famous parties could use some of it."

*CHK*

Cassie sliced through the chain. The three women standing under the beam turned at the sound of metal on metal.

Zoe looked up at the falling steel, rolled her eyes, and smiled. "Hi Cassie. What brings you here? Don't you know this is a hard hat area?"

Cassie leveled her sword at Zoe. "You idiot! After what you did to me, I'm going to have fun with you squished into a-"

*BONK*
*DOINK*

Cassie's jaw dropped. The beam fell squarely onto all three of them, only to bounce off their hard hats.

Directly towards her.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Cassie's body was squished like play dough. Waves of her pale flesh flared out to the sides as she was pancaked wide and flat tot he floor. Her legs looked chubby for a brief moment before all their mass contributed to her butt getting spread many feet across as it squashed. Her head vanished into her chest, puffing out her breasts in her shirt so they were prominently displayed inside her flattened jacket.

At least once the beam bounced away, landing next to her dropped sabre. When Zoe and Jess walked over, Cassie was a 2 inch thick 7 foot flapjack, complete with her edges flopping off the catwalk.

Zoe peeled her halfway off the floor, making sure her butt was as flat as her bust. She let greenie flop down in a heap, licking her lips. "You know Cassie, I don't know what gave you this obsession, but I thought you didn't like when this sort of thing happened to you."

Cassie's flattened face glared up at her three dimensional tormentors. "How could anyone! Now restore me this instant so I can-Hey! What are you doing?!"

Jess somehow reached into Cassie's flattened pocket, procuring her phone. "Babe, I told you the other day she's just mad about numbers. Here, look at this."

Cassie blinked. "How did you unlock it?!"

"I just keyed in 0001. They had the most finger smudges."

"Ooooh I get it!" Zoe blinked, staring at the phone. "You've got a page open for comparing our page metrics! You're trying to grow as an internet personality too! Oh you should have just asked, I can help you there!"

*SSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLRP*

Cassie felt Zoe's fingers dig in and peel, stretching her off the ground. "UNHAND ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! FIX ME NOW YOU-MMMPH!"

Zoe rolled her up. "Just focus on being you again silly. But if you want to get popular, you won't believe what's coming after this."

"MMPH!"

Cassie's rolled up green and peach form squirmed as much as she could in Zoe's hands, but it was no use. Seconds later, she felt Zoe heave, and the sadly familiar rush of wind accompanying falling from a high place surrounded her.

"KAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Jess walked up behind Zoe, placing a hand on her shoulder as her friend dusted off her hands. "You know she's jealous you get more views because you're into splatting yourself and she's looking to just do a fashion channel, right?"

The fore woman walked to the railing and looked over, pulled off a full face mask. Allison Ables' red hair popped out from underneath, and the inventor grinned. "Yeah, this might be too much even for her."

Zoe shrugged. "You do know that crazy woman even tried the old 'No push this button' gag on me. I need to get rid of her with something that will really sting. She's going to be popular one way or another after this, it's the least I can do."

Jess threw back her head and laughed. "HAH! That's why I like you. I'll get the camera."

* * *

*SQUOOOOOOOOOSH*

Cassie's rolled up body slammed into something metallic, and didn't survive it intact. She scrunched down like a green water balloon before splattering into a massive puddle of featureless green goop. Bits of her dripped off the walls as the last of her remains splashed around. The large puddle of goop in the middle quivered like jello, groaning loudly.

"Uuuuuuugh...I'm going to kill her. Just as soon as I somehow...fix...this..."

Miraculously, the green slime around the room started crawling together. Cassie groaned uncomfortably, absolutely hating that she was used to this sort of effort.

"Now what did that ditz say? Envision my perfect self? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

She would never admit it, but it was a rarity for Cassie to pull herself together and restore like this. The green goop bubbled and slowly rose from its center. A face that was more disgusted than disgusting formed in the ooze. Cassie was clearly not enjoying this, but she was at least determined to mold her mass into a recognizable shape.

Wet splatty and shlurpy sounds echoed around as the beautiful woman reformed. An arm peeling off here. Her legs splitting apart there. She screamed again like an anime fighter charging an attack, actually generating a brief green aura as her jacket flapped away from the rest of her body, and colors besides green returned to her.

"UUUggh..."

Cassie fell to one knee after the effort. "That was...exhausting...but I'm me again."

She flexed her fingers in front of her face, checking the nail polish. Then she looked around. "Okay...now how do I get out of here?"

*CLICK*

The lights in the room turned red. Allison's mechanical voice echoed around her again. "Materials received. Commencing crafting."

Cassie stomped, extending her arms down. "ALLISON'S MACHINES AGAIN?! WHAT IS...this...oh God not again..."

The room was heating up fast, and Cassie still remembered the last time this happened in the lab. She took a step towards the only door she could see, and felt her foot spread on the ground. She looked at the rest of her body without stopping to be sure, but she could already feel it happening.

"No no no stop dripping! Hold together you stupid body I just fixed you!"

It was no use. Fleshy globs of Cassie melted off, splatting on the ground. Drips and drops of her perfect self were running off her body, which was rapidly sinking into itself like melting ice cream. More of Cassie's legs stretched behind her as she ran, but she was out of time. She lost her footing and face planted on the floor, making her front half splat into a multicolored mess. Worse, the rest of her slid along it, colliding with the door to explode into a colorful splatter of her colors.

"Uuuugh...how could this get any worse..."

Cassie was too dazed to care about jinxing herself, thoroughly disoriented by her most recent disaster. She was only vaguely aware of her body getting sucked up by a drain, pulled together and transported to some far away place...

* * *

Three Days Later

Cassie was lying on her back in bed, back in one piece. Her limbs were splayed out, but a green pillow was resting on her head.

She tried to ignore the knock on her bedroom door, but it was persistent. "Come on, it wasn't that bad!"

"Allison, I am NOT discussing what happened. Leave me alone. I hate to admit it, but even I need enough rest so I won't splatter at a touch the rest of the week."

Ally's voice answered back from beyond the door. "Oh come on. You've been getting more hits in the last few days than Zoe's gotten in the last month! Heck Zoe's even plugging your channel!"

Cassie bolted upright with pure rage on her face. "MY PERFECT CHANNEL IS NOT FOR POSTING VIDEOS OF MY PERFECT BODY TURNED INTO A MASSIVE BOUNCY CASTLE!"

Phoebe's voice squeaked through the door next. "But you were so much fun! You were smiling when we pulled the cord on that little green cube and you billowed up into a big bounce house!"

"THAT SMILE WAS LITERALLY PAINTED ON!"

Phoebe didn't take the hint. "And the inside was so big and fluffy and bouncy! It was great! The whole neighborhood loved it!"

Cassie turned bright red. "THE WHOLE THING WAS AWFUL! I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN! AND STOP SMILING IN PICURES WHEN YOU JUMP ON MY INFLATED BUTT!"

"Alright Phoebe, let's go leave Miss Grumpy Pants alone."

"Aaaaw..."

"Rest up Cassie, just text me if you want anything to eat."

Cassie thudded back onto her mattress, her face's not-enraged-red color returning. But as she listened to her flat mates's footsteps fade in the distance, she sheepishly looked to her night stand.

She grabbed her phone.

"...I hate that they're right. And I'm not doing that a lot. But..."

She was paging through comments, deleting every other one, but still keeping the rest.

"...Looks like I have a few fans of wearing red and blue dresses mixed in with the weirdos. I must never tell Zoe she did something right."

Allison's voice screamed in the distance. "I HEARD THAT!"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Cassie grabbed a hammer from under her bed and stormed out, as some things never change.