"Mila, baby! I've got something BIG for ya!"

Mila stood straight up, almost dropping her phone before catching it in her other hand. "Really?! You found a good script?!"

"You know it Mila! There's a hot new studio with a breakout writer ready to go. It's some kinda cooking flick, but it's got heart and laughter. Just what you need! They start filming tomorrow and the part is yours if you want it."

Mila hopped with excitement. "SQUEEE! I love food! Oh, I've gotta tell Vissa!"

Her agent continued. "Just so you know, it's got a little slapstick. You're a pro at flattening yourself though, so I know you can handle it."

Mila stopped mid stride, one leg hanging in the air. "Waaaaait a minute. How much flattening? I'm not getting mailed home again am I?"

Mila heard stammering on the other side. "Uuuuh...well...look, it's nothing for a star with your power."

Her agent's voice suddenly got quiet and spoke extra fast. "Also they might turn you into chocolate at some point so things could get messy."

Mila scowled. "Fine. But I'm not getting packaged into candy bars again, it took all day to find all of me last time. I'll just leave Vissa a note so she doesn't worry. How long am I going to be there?"

Her agent answered with that smug business voice. "Just a few days for a five million dollar check."

Mila blinked and her eyes were blue dollar signs. "See you there!"

She hung up, and disappeared into her room with a puff of smoke. She returned wearing her sunglasses, and carrying overstuffed suitcases. "TO STARDOM!"

She dashed again, leaving in a puff of smoke to

*WHAM*

flatten herself against the door. Her suitcases fell to the floor, unlatching and spilling clothing everywhere.

Mila slowly peeled off the door. Her face was dazed, still with stars in her eyes through broken sunglasses. "Uuuugh...gotta remember to open the door..."

*SPLAT*

She flopped to the floor, a long centimeter thick cutout, hoping she would restore in time to catch her plane.

* * *

After a short flight, Mila was dragging her suitcases out of the airport. She was ready to settle for a taxi when she saw someone holding a sign with her name on it. Mila walked over, excited that this might mean a limo.

"SQUEEEEEEE! I didn't think they would send a valet for me!"

"Mizz Mila, I not only am ze driver, I am ze director, here to be meeting ze new star!"

The driver looked like a middle aged man. He wore his long auburn hair in a ponytail, under a classic black director's beret. Mila thought that typical of artsy types. Further enhancing his cinematography stereotype, he had a magnificent and well groomed beard, dark sunglasses, and a black trench coat over some variety of black leather body suit, and tall black platformed boots.

If she was honest with herself, Mila thought his accent might be fake, but she couldn't quite figure out why. His chest looked a little too pronounced, but maybe he worked out. Any critical thinking on Mila's part was overwhelmed by...

"THE FAMOUS DIRECTOR CAME TO GET ME!"

The director grinned. "Yes! My name is Charlo-...*COUGH*...apologizes, Charlemagne. I trust you have been told about ze film?"

Mila nodded emphatically, still ecstatic. "Yes! And I want to say it's an honor to get to work with someone as famous as you! I know we'll work great together!"

"Ah, a fan! If I might ask, which of my films did you like ze best?"

"Why...ah...uuuh..." Mila stammered, suddenly realizing she had absolutely no idea what films he had worked on before.

Fortunately, Charlemagne didn't seem to mind. "It is no bother then. Come, quickly, we must get to the set and begin ze filming. We are running at a low budget so we can make ze big profits at release!"

Charlemagne walked through the parking lot at a brisk pace, Mila adoringly floating behind him. He stopped next to a very shiny red buggy.

"Zis is me! Hop in."

Mila admired the car and got in the passenger seat. "Wow, is this a classic car? It looks beautiful considering how old it is."

"I AM NOT OL-...*Eh-hem*"

Mila practically flattened herself against the passenger door backing away from her director's outburst. She squeaked, "I meant the car!"

"Yes yes, apologizes." Charlemagne dusted his coat off, as if to flick away the tension. "It may be an older vehicle, but it has lots of pep. Come!"

Mila began to buckle up, but Charlemagne slammed on the gas.

*VROOOOOOM*
"WAAAAAAAAH!!!"

"It goes Zero to two hundred kilometers an hour in only three seconds!"

Mila was slowly getting pressed into her seat by the G Forces. Her mouth was screaming, opened wide and lips flapping wildly in the wind. The rest of her body was spreading against the chair, getting flatter and rippling with each tiny bump in the road. After a few seconds of torment, she started losing cohesion, droplets of Mila colors splatting against the back seat.

Charlemagne ignored Mila's situation and slammed on the breaks. "And even at top speeds, it stops immediately!"

*RRRRRRRRRRRRRK*
"YAAAAAAAAAAARG!"
*SPLAT*

Mila flew out of her seat straight into the windshield. Her weakened body collapsed on itself, flattening and spreading with her face against the glass until she burst. Mila completely splattered, reducing her to a colorful array of colors painting the car's interior.

Charlemagne seemed more impressed than concerned. "Oh, excellent gooping! I know you must be trying to impress me, but please try to save ze good acting until we're on ze set! Hee hee hee."

Mila could barely think in her current state, dripping from the window. She muttered "I'm...not...acting..."

Charlemagne continued cackling under his breath. "Oh, but if we are doing test stunts, I am thinking we should play with the fan. Zis car has excellent circulation."

She flipped a switch with a loud *CLICK*
*WRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Mila could feel her goopy body dripping faster, bunching around the air intake as a blob of Mila goo before getting sucked into the car's fans.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR"
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*

Mila quickly flowed into the system where the AC forced her into a solid if misshapen form. The fan blades did the rest, slicing and dicing Mila into confetti to spray around the car. Mila felt the sting of each blade passing through her, scattering pieces of her into the wind...and tried not to think about warm tingle she felt in some places.

Charlemagne grinned maliciously and hit the gas again. He breathed deep, like a hiker enjoying a mountain breeze, as bits of pink, blue, and peach Mila confetti swirled around him. "Excellent Mila! You are as malleable as everyone has told me! We will be having much fun zis week!"

* * *

Mila stood in a set for a bakery store. She was wearing a light blue shirt under a bright pink apron, matching her usual outfit's style including her white skirt. The shelves were decorated with all sorts of sweets and pastries on display for hypothetical customers. The area behind the counter was less organized, as the kitchen and ovens were visible, showing off the establishment's impressive cooking setup.

Mila had been excited for this early scene since she met the supporting actress back stage. Zoe waited behind the counter, wearing a black sun dress and apron. Her black hair was tied back in its long braid under a short bright yellow chef cap.

"ACTION!"

Zoe clapped and clasped her hands together. "Hello! Welcome to Perfectly Pounded Pastries! What can I get you today?"

Mila slowly walked in and browsed the shop. "Hi! I'd like some of your Pleasant Pound Cake, and one of your famous blueberry pies."

"Excellent choices. Let me start the pie machine, then I'll help get boxes for your cakes."

Zoe pushed a few buttons, and machines started moving. She came out from behind the counter to get the cakes, while ingredients were combined in a bowl behind her. Dough was mixed, stretched, and rolled against the counter tops.

Mila watched, hypnotized. "I always love watching the pies whenever I come here."

Zoe, acting as ever the attentive shop keep, finished packing the cakes and walked behind the counter, holding the little swinging gate open. "Going by your apron, I'm guessing you're something of a chef yourself?"

Mila nodded. "Yes! I've been working on a few recipes, but sweets have always escaped me. I dream of making pies like these."

Zoe beckoned her over. "Want to see things up close?"

Mila jumped, giving her best performance of a dreamy smile. "DO I?!"

She ran past Zoe to the machine's work table.

Zoe chuckled lovingly. "Here, I think we can make one more."

She pushed the button, triggering another pie. Again the machine went to work, while Zoe pretended to know what she was talking about. "Our pies are great because we make them fresh, with no gimmicks. The sheer power of the machines lets them work lots of dough at once..."

Mila listened to Zoe, waiting for her cue. She kept her eyes open wide, letting them telescope out while she leaned in.

"...easy as pie!"

Then the machine's hands lifted into the air, flexed their fingers, and grabbed Mila.

"WHAAAAAA!"
*WHAM*
*BLOOOORB*

The rogue machine lifted Mila up, and slammed her onto the work table feet first. Her body crinkled, legs fusing into a singular blob of actress. Her top half stayed normal until the hands gently clapped around her, then pushed down. Mila felt her arms combine with her torso, before she was forced into herself.

Her body was now a very surprised ball shape, but that was just the beginning.

*WHAM*
*SPLORT*
"OOF!"

The hands punched her head, spreading the ball of Mila dough around. They started turning her and folding her on top of herself, blurring whatever semblance of features she had left and scattering her colors randomly. Mila was vaguely aware she should have parts, but for now only knew existence as a mass of goopy toon getting endlessly stretched and slammed together.

"Yaaaaaaaaaah! It's not bad but I didn't sign up for my massage today!"

Zoe stood by watching the madness unfold. She didn't remember reading this gag in the script, but figured Mila must have gotten special direction. If anything, seeing the strands of pink and blue Mila bits stretch as her body was obliterated over and over again was making her blush, wishing it was her body getting that attention instead.

"Zoe! Do something for her!"

Zoe shook her head, snapping herself out of her day dreams after Charlemagne's urging. "Oh, uh, Mila!"

She ran finally pushed the button to power down the machine, just as the hands were forcing Mila's mouth open to receive a blast of blueberry filling. "Wow! I've heard of needing to feel it before, but this is ridiculous."

Mila's eyes were spinning spirals on her doughy form. "I guess that's how the cookie crumbles..."

"CUUUUUUUUUUT!"

Zoe and Mila both refocused on their director, simultaneously yelling. "What?!"

Charlemagne was vigorously rubbing his temples, while still wearing his sunglasses. "Zis is a pie bit! You are suppozed to be saying, 'EZ as pie!' Not mentioning ze cookies! And Zoe, why were you wearing ze big smile? Your customer is being turned into mush before you! You should be trying to save her, not licking ze lips!"

Mila's eyes drifted along her surface to glare at Zoe. She took a step back, looking sheepish.

"We must be doing it again! Someone fix Mila!"

Dough ball Mila scowled. "It actually was a nice back rub. My neck finally stopped hurting after the plane ride."

Zoe grinned, and pinched the top of Mila. "You can feel your neck?"

Mila pouted. "Okay fine. But that was good!"

Charlemagne turned and threw his fists down. "Zen we will be finding a way to use the footage! But now..."

Mila noticed something behind his sunglasses. He had luscious eyelashes? And green...

"Charlemagne! Those eyes! You shouldn't hide those beautiful eyes all the time! I could swear they look like someone I kn-"

"QUIET ON ZE SET!"

He lifted a remote and clicked it, triggering the machine again. This time the machine grabbed both stars, and went back to kneading.

*SQUISH*
"OOOOOOOOH YEAH!"

Zoe got her wish, quickly getting pummeled into a tan and black pile of mush. Mila finally got the rolling pin, getting flattened many meters across the counter top.

It was going to be a long first day.

* * *

The next day's scenes focused on Mila's character's cooking journey. It wasn't the worst set Mila had been on, but she had a few concerns. Sure, the kitchen had appliances looked a little beat up. She made mental notes to not become too familiar with the stove and oven. The knives were extra sharp for some reason, and not really secured in their carving block. The cast iron hanging pot racks over the set were too obviously there to pancake someone.

But right now, she was specifically concerned that, after the first 30 takes for the picky director, all the desserts she was tasting were starting to show.

"Charlemagne! I need some time between takes to work off the pie filling."

Mila paused to poke her pudgy tummy. Her expanding midriff, already emerging from under her shirt from being stuffed with too many pies, jiggled with every prod. "Someone's going to notice when the star gained a few hundred kilos between shots!"

He waved her off. "Come now, we have ze CGI now to fix dat. We can't have you squishing too much on ze treadmill and getting stretched like the taffy candy. Come now, take 40! ACTION!"

Mila rolled her eyes, collected her emotions, and got into position. She adjusted her clothes one more time, trying to cover up over her expanding body. Once she was satisfied, she began shuffling ingredients and stirring a wood spoon in a bowl holding a sugary blue substance.

"Wow, that Bakery is the stuff of dreams. The staff and the flavor is perfect! If only I could make something half as good, maybe they'll let me work there and teach me their secrets. Then I can be a famous chef too!"

Mila tasted a spoon full of the filling. It was a bigger scoop than she wanted, but that's what the director asked for. "Mmm...it's delicious, but even I can tell it's missing something. The little bit of love that makes home cooking taste extra-"

*BWOOOOMP*

Mila's body could no longer hide the effects of consuming nearly 20 pies worth of filling that morning. Her body ballooned to five times her normal width. Her stomach was pinned against the table, some spilling onto the table. Her butt was squished against the wall, and her shirt was getting stretched to its limit to contain her enlarged assets.

Still, she tried to carry the scene. "Extra...wholesome..."

After finishing the line, the top button of her apron flew off. It bounced around the set, ricocheting off everything until it struck the weakest link in the pot rack's chains.

They fell directly onto Mila.

*WHAM*
*SQUISH*
*SQUOOSH*
*CLANG*

A few heavy pans fell on Mila, each one squishing her lower to the ground until she was half height. All of her extra weight made her a little resistant to squishing, but also made her spread further on the ground. She was probably 7 full meters wide to go with her one meter of height. Mila's squished flab was comically layered on top of her, her tummy no longer contained by squished on top of her shirt, her boobs on top of that.

Mila saw sacks of flour dancing around her head. "Ooooowww..."
*SNAP*

The entire rack fell down.

*SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH*

Mila was reduced to a huge 5cm thick disk across the floor. Her spreading body flopped and folded as needed to expand past obstacles. Almost the whole set was covered by her huge pancaked body.

Charlemagne smacked his forehead. "CUUUUUT! How did we not secure ze hanging pots correctly?!"

There was nervous murmuring from the crew. Nobody wanted to take the blame.

"Fine! Everyone go get lunch. I will be meditating so I can film ze rest in peace."

Charlemagne smacked his camera, spinning it on its stand. He made a show of storming off, but stopped his camera on a very specific angle. When he reached the edge of the set, he turned to make sure everyone was tending to Mila. Satisfied nobody was looking, he plugged in one of the larger off set props, a giant size waffle iron. Once his trap was set, he hid in a box of props behind the lid, waiting for the moment.

It took the crew some time to restore Mila. As much air as they pumped into her, she still resembled a barely full inflated parade balloon at her size. Her body rippled up slowly, far too wide and flat to recover quickly. It took ten minutes to get her to a point where she could focus on her half full body, and stretch her everything up on her own.

"Yaaaaaah!!!!"

*POP*

Finally back to her normal, if pleasantly plump, shape, Mila stumbled and grabbed her head to steady herself. "Uuuuuugh! I told him he should have let me work off this weight. I'll be back in an hour. I didn't realize this was going to be an film where I needed to hit the gym between takes."

Mila stormed off, stomping towards the same exit Charlemagne used. When she got close, he gave the waffle iron a good kick in her direction, sliding it along the floor.

She was too distracted to notice, staring down and rubbing her chubby tummy and muttering to herself. "Stupid agent sending me off with some director I can't think of saying it'd be slapstick...but the pie is really good at least. Maybe later I'll find some tight clothes and-"

*SZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

Somehow she made it into the center of the huge waffle iron before noticing the intense heat.

"Aaaaah...I'll....WHY IS THIS SO HOT!"

Everyone turned to see Mila trying to hurry off the iron. Tiny drops of Mila were already starting to melt off her body, sizzling away on the hot surface. She made it two more steps before falling flat on her face.

*SPLOOMMPH*

Mila's belly flop splattered a decent amount of her melting body, but she was still mostly intact. Sure, she'd have to let some of her gooey body get solid and shift it back into place, but she could save major embarrassment if she just...

*CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK*
*SLAAAAAAM*
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

...didn't get crushed by the waffle iron.

Her fall shook the top down, with a little extra nudging from Charlemagne. Even with her extra weight, Mila was no match for the heavy cast iron lid, splattering apart in a mess of pink and blue. Her shocked face was visible to the crew for just a moment, rippling apart like a river crashing against the rocks, rushing towards the edge. All of Mila was reduced to a explosion of toony goop, splattering everywhere until she completely disappeared under the lid.

Globs of Mila's battered body were dripping down the side of the large appliance. A low groan came from inside "Uuuuuuuugh...that one stung."

Then the loud sizzling noises intensified. Mila's gooey runoff started bubbling, before solidifying into a drippy pastry texture. The sweet smell of Mila's perfume filled the room until...

*DING*

The lid popped open on its own. Inside was a huge, fluffy waffle. Mila's face was approximately in the center, surrounded by rings of blue and pink from her dress. A thick ring of peach skin separated her shirt from her skirt, still showing the extra weight she put on.

Some of the crew came over and tried to lift Mila out of the appliance. They needed to call over extra staff to lift the heavy squares. Once they had 4 people lifting, they lifted some Mila up, but...

*RRRRRRP*

They accidentally ripped away a piece of the starlet, revealing the thick blue filling inside, spilling out onto the floor.

Mila's voice was still dazed from getting thoroughly squished and splooshed. "Uuuugh...anyone want some blueberry waffle?"

* * *

Vissa came home to an empty apartment. Again.

She huffed, blowing at her hair. This was the third night this week. "Mila?! Are you back yet?!"

She shook her head, not waiting for Mila to not respond. She checked the letter she left behind again.

"Doing a movie thing. Don't worry about me for a few days. XOX Mila. PS - Remember I'm not here to mop you up if you melt in the sauna or get flattened into mush against your treadmill again."

She slammed it down on the table again, mildly annoyed that Mila was mocking her endurance training. "Ugh. I'd feel better about this if I knew where Charlotte was. It's been too long since she tried something. I'm actually starting to get worried."

Vissa flopped onto the couch with her sandwich, and turned on the TV. It was time for her to start scouting.

"I should check Toony Tinsel TV. Maybe I'll hear something about Charlotte's new antics and...oh."

Vissa saw Mila's dizzy, flattened smile on the screen.

"I should have known the paparazzi would find her first."

* * *

"And now with the latest in upcoming film news, it's time for Bolder Suggestions with Dwayne."

"There have been rumors abound that famous actress and director Charlotte Taylor, known for her award winning dramas, is writing her first comedy movie. People were curious at first what she planned to do with a story about a small town girl that became a famous 5 star chef, especially with a new director only she seems to have heard of. It turns out recent footage obtained from the set shows maybe she needs to rethink her ingredients for success."

Vissa watched the grainy footage. She was half snarking at Mila for running off without her, but still at least a little genuinely concerned.

Mila, still slightly chubbier than usual, tumbled off a kitchen counter into the waiting arms of a taffy machine. Her body was stretched and folded onto itself, distorting Mila's face, stretching her belly thin, then smashing everything together so only her curvy bits flared out to the sides, before stretching her out all over again. For the next 30 seconds the only thing on TV was Mila's taffy body getting stretched and kneaded and smashed together like chewing gum, making over the top goopy kitchen noises.

Then the kitchen robots came and began snipping her apart to package as little candies. Mila was clearly wobbling on the machine to yell at them to stop, and the crew was scrambling to help.

"Rising star Mila seems to be enjoying the free food on set a little too much. Maybe she's taking that 'feel the cooking' advice too much. That, and the lengthy restoration needed after that accident, have reportedly set the production schedule back for days at their secret beach island location. Director Charlemagne has his work cut out for him here. I would say they should all lay off the sweets, if you want to make a movie treat, and just let me do the cooking. Back to you-"

* * *

*CLICK*

Vissa saw enough. "Charlemagne? Seriously? And she only ever has one hide out near her beach house. I better get over there."

* * *

It was the fourth set she tried, but Vissa finally found what she was looking for. Mila was reaching for something over a large stove on a kitchen set, when a pot fell off the end, flipping an oversized mixing bowl in her direction.

*SPLAAAAAAAAAASH*

"CUUUUUT! No we are not to be dropping ze chocolate all over ze star yet! That is expensive stuff!" Charlemagne rose from his chair, half heartedly trotting to Mila's position. "And who turned zis heat on?"

Vissa recognized the anger that only Mila could bring out. Granted, if that was Charlotte, she was a better actor than everyone thought.

Still, as much as Vissa wanted to rush out and protect Mila, she had to wait for the right moment. As long as she kept her eye on things, nothing terrible would happen. Besides, she was pretty sure Mila actually liked some of these ridiculous transformations, getting her body twisted, or in this case...

*DRIP*DROP*GLOP*

The so called "Charlemagne" wasn't making a strong effort to remove chocolate encased Mila from the stove top. Rivulets of delicious cocoa ran down her sides, dripping off the counter and pooling on the floor. Her body sagged from the heat, slowly making Mila's curves meld into one delicious blob of chocolate. Her shoulder eventually melted enough her whole arm slipped off, shattering into bits of chocolate before melting into the puddle.

*SPLOOOOSH*

Charlemagne threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Aaaaargh! Someone put Mila into the restoration chamber. I need the break." Then he stormed off.

Vissa took that as her cue to get Mila. She shewed away the crew, all too eager to take a break themselves, and made her way to the thick puddle of chocolate on the floor. Somehow Mila's bow stayed intact, even if it was also chocolate.

Vissa picked up the bow, taking a bite out of the end. She needed the snack before addressing her charge. "I think you said 'Just a few days at a remote set,' right? You sure you know how to handle yourself out here?"

Mila bubbled. "Either help me get up or throw in marshmallows. If I have to be hot chocolate, we're doing this right."

Vissa rolled her eyes, and pulled out a large two cup drink shaker. She stretched her arms wide, one half in each hand, and splooshed Mila together. She clapped the cups together, gave her a few quick shakes, then poured her out. Mila's pink goop splashed to the floor, but quickly twisted up into her normal figure.

Oh course her eyes were still dizzy spirals, chocolate bars dancing around her head. "Whoooa...I never get used to that. Thanks for helping me up Vis-"

Mila blinked. Her eyes returned to normal, and the chocolate bars around her head clattered to the floor. She smiled, her eyes watered up, and she dove in for a hug.

"VISSA! I MISSED YOU!!!"
*CRRRRRRCK*
"AAAARG! Not so tight Mila!"

Mila released the hug and took a step back. She squeezed Vissa hard enough to crack her spine and crush her waist into a tiny crooked pipe, bending her top half at an angle.

Her initial wave of emotions passed, Mila put her hands on her hips. "But what are you doing here? I told you I'd be home in a few days."

Vissa huffed, coming dangerously close to blowing her bangs away from her covered eye.  "It's been a week Mila. And your director is an insane lunatic! Who lets their star melt by accident?!"

Mila looked down sheepishly. "Well, the pan was just out of reach...and the chocolate was kinda tasty."

Vissa licked her lips. "Yeah, you taste super sweet and- Wait that's not the point. What about the taffy incident? How long did it take to unwrap all of you?"

Mila snapped to attention. "Wait, how did you hear about that?"

Vissa dug into her back pocket. "It was all over the gossip shows. And..." she opened her hand in front of her, holding another piece of Mila Taffy, "they missed a few bites."

Mila snatched it, unwrapping it and rubbing the peach blob into a golf ball sized hole in her side. "Ooo, thanks!"

Vissa put her hands on her hips. She knew this was going to be the hard part. "Mila, I think Charlotte set this whole thing up to make a mockery of you. We need to get out of here. NOW!"

"Hey!" Mila angrily stretched herself up almost as tall as Vissa to look as menacing as possible. "I said I can handle this shoot, and it pays well. I'm going to see it through so people can see my comedic talents in action."

She let her body shrink back to normal size. "Plus the foods good."

Mila led Vissa to the fridge on the kitchen set. She opened the door and pulled out a few desserts.

And started eating.

"So Vissa, I know you want the best for me..."
*NOMNOM*
"But I can handle this..."
*NOMNOM*
"Now I'm going back to my trailer for some me time."
*OMNOMNOM*
"And I'll thank you to chill out while I finish."

Mila was trying her best to hide her smile, but Vissa saw right through it. The way her clothes were hugging Mila's expanding form while she ate, there was no way she wasn't enjoying it.

What stunned Vissa was not only Mila not connecting the dots that Charlotte was behind all this, she was managing to eat entire towns worth of food in seconds. Mila was stomping backstage, already ten times her normal weight, and giggling every time she adjusted her skirt.

Vissa simply stood there thinking. She knew she had to do something about this. But how could she expose Charlotte? And what would the best way...

"Oh I didn't know you were coming too."

Vissa spun. "Huh?"

*CRKKKKK*

Just in time for the industrial strength freezer door to swing open.

The resulting blast of cold air froze Vissa instantly.

Charlemagne closed the door and leaned over so she could look Vissa in the eyes past "his" sunglasses. Charlotte's green eyes briefly flashed their evil intense red look, as they always did when she was scheming something.

"Not a bad outfit, right? This might be my best performance yet! But don't you worry, I'm taking good care of my new star. If all goes well, I expect she'll be the talk of the town. They might even put her on a billboard."

Charlotte paused, holding her hands to her mouth to stifle a laugh, as if flattening someone onto a billboard was a new and original joke.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! It will be amazing! And you? Stop being such a pushover. I'm sure we'll find a use for you around here."

Vissa, still encased in ice, watched helplessly as Charlotte gave her a firm shove with one hand. She tipped over backwards, praying for her body to remain strong, but bracing herself for the inevitable.

*CRSSSSSSHSHSHRRRSSHHHHHH*

Vissa broke apart, the sound of broken glass echoing throughout the set. A few pieces of her were still discernible as human, but she was mostly reduced to a crumbled mountain of ice cubes.

Miraculously, her frozen head was intact on top of it all.

Unfortunately, Charlotte noticed. "See, that's what I like about you. You have fighting spirit. You know there always room for you at the top if you change your mind about that ditz."

Charlotte raised her boot, and brought it down hard on Vissa's frozen head. It shattered, sending ice chunks everywhere, and her one exposed eye spinning on top of the mess.

Charlotte walked backstage, still laughing to herself.

Vissa's eye turned angry red, heated with rage. As soon as she restored herself, she was going to get ahold of Mila and figure this out. She would expose Charlotte for that ridiculous accent, and...

*HSSSSSSS*

Her eye started sinking through her ice chunks. She wasn't sure if it was better or worse that she was mad enough to melt through herself.

* * *

The next day, Vissa sneaked into the rafters of the set. Sure, Charlotte knew she was present in general, but that was no reason to make it easy. This was hour four of spying on filming.

"I still can't believe she cleared the set! It took hours for the rest of me to melt back together! Grrrrr, Mila, why can't you see though that lame disguise! How do I get you out of here before she does something actually dangerous?!"

On the kitchen set below, Mila was standing behind the island counter-top next to another bin of blueberries. Today, the berries were joined by some pots, a blender, a large pasta making machine, and a spaghetti hanging rack.

Mila was currently gesturing wildly at the pasta machines while arguing with "Charlemagne" about recent script changes.

"I just don't see how my character's dinner making skills are important! We're just sitting here joking about blueberry pies, blueberry of all things! And now you want a spaghetti dinner making scene?"

Disguised Charlotte wagged her finger. Vissa still couldn't believe the corny accent she was using. "Now now, trust me on zis. Ze people need to be seeing your softer side."

Mila stomped. "My softer side doesn't mean soft boiled!"

Vissa smiled. This was the first time today she saw Mila object to the "accidental" transformation potential of the set. Of course that was after her 4 trips through the meat tenderizers in the morning, necessitating a half hour break while they reshaped Mila's body from gooey remains.

It had been a long morning.

Still listening to the argument below, Vissa procured a slice of pie she found in Mila's trailer. She knew Mila approved of it, so it should be safe to eat.

She took a bite.

*Oh wow! This is really good! Is Mila actually making these herself, or is this someone else's work? It's so sweet but it's so good and...*

*CRREEEEEEAK*

Vissa heard the rafters squeaking. She was about to look for the source of a disturbance, but she felt her clothes getting tighter.

"Arrrrg! At least I'm not turning blue."

Still, she was gaining weight, and fast. Her stomach was growing out from under her shirt, sagging around the steel beam, and her thighs were expanding against each other.

*Damnit Mila! Are you really eating this junk at night when I'm not around? I must have gained a hundred kilos from that slice!*

Worse, she caught the red flash of Charlotte's eyes. She held her glasses away from her face to look up, just to make eye contact with Vissa and her growing body.

"Whatever then. Let us just do ze shot then we will do the talking later. ACTION!"

Mila huffed one more time before composing herself. Professionalism first.

She blinked, and went from angry to being on the verge of tears.

"Ooooh, maybe I'll never be able to make great desserts! Maybe I'm destined to be a second rate baker that brings pies to her friends and pretends the bakery had a bad day just to listen to the false praise. My dreams are ruined! I should just accept my lot in life and try to make dinner. Where did I leave my hot sauce supplies?"

Mila grabbed supplies and the blender from one end of the counter, and shifted them to the other.

Vissa, now hugging the beam with big meaty arms, squeezing herself against it, saw Charlotte reach for something. At the exact moment Mila was underneath her, Charlotte's arm flinched. It was quiet, but Vissa heard it clearly.

*BOOM*

Vissa's beam broke. With her extra weight, it swung down. As strong as Vissa was, she was not prepared to hold herself up at weight. Her grip slipped, sending her plummeting...

"Oh you HAVE to be kiddi-"
*POOOMF*
Straight into the blender.

Vissa's upper half, although huge, uncomfortably fit into the blender's pitcher. Her head filled the bottom, eyes staring at Charlotte grinning back at her. Her oversize bosom was forced in by gravity, squeezing and rippling together to fill most of the jug. Her massive tummy filled the top, pinching at her waist, only so her huge butt and tiny legs were overflowing from the top, wobbling in the air.

The blender was thrown onto the table from the fall. Mila, still trying to carry it, had her arms stretch from Vissa's immense weight. When she snapped back, her face slammed into the blender base, switching it on.

"Crap..."
*WHRRRRRRRRR*

Vissa felt the blades spin and tear her apart. Her already compressed body stretched as it was sliced and spun around. A strange sensation tingled throughout her body as her entire torso liquefied over the course of several seconds, and dragged her huge butt wiggling and jiggling into the pitcher. That part might have felt good, if she wasn't so mad at herself for losing her trim physique.

In a matter of seconds, her toony body had gone from muscled bodyguard, to puffed marshmallow woman, all the way to gooey white and purple milk shake.

Mila watched, mortified, as her friend's brown eye spun around the blender, pleading at her to turn it off.

"AHHH! VISSA!"
*CLICK*
*WRRR....Rrrrr...rrrrrr.....*

The blender turned off, and Vissa's eye stopped spinning. It slowly floated to the top of the purple and white sludge she had become.

Mila hugged the pitcher, crying inconsolably. "VISSA! I'm sorry! How did you-...Nevermind, where's the medic! Someone must restore my friend!"

A short man holding a doctor's bag on the side of the set shrugged. "Worry not my dear. Just add a squeeze of lemon, shake, and pour her out whole."

Mila frantically grabbed a lemon wedge, squeezed it into Vissa, covered and shook the blender, and poured her friend out. Purple goop splashed to the floor, but quickly climbed up and spun into Vissa's normal, less heavy, shape.

The restored Vissa had to put a hand on the table to stay balanced after getting liquefied. "Oooow..."

Mila jumped and squeed. "VISSA!"

She gave her another back-breaking hug, crumpling her into a twisted mess. "Doctor, how did you know how to restore her?"

The small man shrugged. "Just her sour personality."

Vissa and Mila both looked at him. "Huh?"

"ENOUGH WITH THE FEELINGS!" Charlotte, still disguised as Charlemagne, screamed. "Miss Mila, please pour your fans outside and get ready to try the thing again."

"No!" Mila shoved Vissa's twisted form aside. She fell to the ground, clattering apart into a pile of limbs, some of them spinning into the air.

Mila pulled a thick stack of papers out of her back pocket, and held them up. "Charlemagne, I know we're trying to get through this, but I have some serious questions about the script. This whole new dinner angle needs work! And I really don't think my character would let herself get..." Mila flipped through the script. "Sliced into deli meats? Are you serious?"

Charlemagne chuckled. "My dear Mila, sometimes you need to truly experience ze character experiencing zeir field before you can become them. Think of zis as a talent sandvich."

"That's crazy!" Mila stormed over to a large shredder on the side of the set. "This is what I think of this rewrite!"

Mila swung her arm down, slamming the pages into the shredder. It whirred to life, and she stormed away. "I'll be in my trailer, rethinking this catastrophe."

Charlotte, seeing Vissa quickly reassembling herself, took the opportunity to leave. Though not before turning on her camera to catch this moment.

"Fine. Take ze breaks. But you might want to let go of the script I need to print again."

"Huh?"

Mila looked back. Indeed, her arm was stretched all the way back to the shredder. It was making rubbery creaking noises, getting sucked into the blades, and thinning out fast.

"Ooops...that at least explains my hand losing feelin-WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

*BOING* her arm snapped back, sending Mila flying into the shredder.

*FWOOOOOOF*

Mila slammed into the shredder so hard, she didn't have a chance to think about the experience. Her body exploded into a cloud of Mila colored confetti, most of it not even entering the shredder.

"YAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

Mila fluttered down everywhere in the room, reduced to a colorful mess of scraps.

Charlotte allowed herself a cackle, switched off the camera, and discreetly took the memory card. She marched through the room, taking a moment to blow and scatter a cloud of Mila containing her shredded eyes. She left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Vissa, still working on figuring out which limb went where, rolled her eyes. "Um, does anyone have a vacuum? Mila's going to need a little help."

* * *

It took most of the day to find every last scrap of Mila and reassemble her. They didn't film again until the next day. They were recording a scene near the finale, since Zoe had to fly home to get back to her day job.

Vissa was escorting Mila to the outdoor set behind the warehouse. "Fortunately" this scene called for a pavilion filled parking lot, some sort of outdoor cooking competition festival thing. As such, Mila was wearing an especially shiny version of her skirted chef outfit.

Unfortunately, Vissa was still having trouble convincing Mila of the villain.

Their conversation reached a point where Mila held up her hand, asking Vissa to stop. "Are you serious?! There's no way my agent would set me up like that!"

Vissa crossed her arms. "That lunatic would sell his own mother to a poster factory if it meant he got twenty bucks."

Mila pouted. "Okay...but he'd get her back and a slice of the profits...I don't not like money."

As they got close, Zoe waved to them from under a large tent. She was also wearing a cute chef outfit with a skirt like Mila, but hers was all black with bright yellow trim. Hey ladies! Ready to wrap this up?"

Mila squeed and ran behind her tent. "All set! Vissa, wait over there until we're done."

Vissa blew at the lock of hair covering her eye. "Fine. Just be careful!"

Mila examined the items on her table. Several spoons, a spatula, and a large kettle. "I'll be fine! It's just some chili."

"Chili?" Vissa looked around, studying the lot's surroundings closer. She pointed as she counted. "Wait, five alarm chili festival? And there's...one, two, three...twenty fire trucks parked outside?!"

She dropped her arms to her sides and slouched. She sighed, then looked around. "I better find a fire hose or something."

* * *

Charlotte, still posing as a man named Charlemagne, shouted some final instructions before the day's first take. "Okay! Mila, you have decided to give up on ze baking after discovering you love of chili oh so much. Zoe, you are to be ze encouraging rival and enjoy the chili."

They both nodded. Mila waved a hand around. "Got it, but where did the chili come from? Do you want us to actually eat some today?"

Charlemagne nodded. "Of course! Ze people need to see it to believe it. And do not be worrying, I had it prepared by some of the best in the business! And POSITIONS!"

Mila muttered under her breath. "Bet it's the same people that made that prepped that super sweet blueberry filling that doubles your weight."

Zoe muttered back before walking out of the frame. "That stuff is delicious! I really need more of that stuff to bring home and eat with Jess. It's been a while since we ate too much together."

Mila's jaw dropped. "Wait, you mean you actually..."

"ACTION!!!"

Mila stood dumbfounded for a moment, then shook herself back into character. She took a deep breath and gazed towards her pot of chili. She picked up a large wood spoon and stirred.

"Mmmmm I can smell it! Simmered to perfection. It warms my soul to know people will love this."

Zoe walked back into the shot. "Oh hey, I remember you! We became pies together."

Mila forced herself to blush. "Oh, hi! I didn't know you would be here. I thought you focused on treats?"

Zoe smiled, tilting her head to the side. "I do, but I love chili too. I wish I knew how this stuff worked."

Mila put on her shocked face. "You mean..."

Zoe nodded and picked up a spoon. "Yeah. I'm probably worse with chili than anyone is at pie. Especially if you're here in the finals."

Mila blushed again. "But, but...your pies are an inspiration! Surely you could make savory food as well as sweets."

Zoe laughed her off. "I try, but I make more enemies every time I try. Now, I think I'm supposed to be judging this."

Zoe ate a spoonful.

Mila waited anxiously. "Well?"

Zoe's face started twisting. Mila knew she was trying to stay in character, since she was supposed to like it, but something was clearly bothering her co-star.

Zoe's forced her lines to come out. "It...melts...in...my..."

Zoe's face turned red. She was starting to breathe heavy. Sweat poured off her forehead, and Mila quickly recognized it as something more. Zoe coughed, and her head splatted onto the table in a puddle of tan and black goop. The rest of her body flailed around, dripping and losing structure. She fell to her knees with a wet SPLAT, arms and boobs pouring down her sides and pooling on the ground. She completely splashed to the pavement shortly after, still bubbling from the melting hot chili.

Mila looked over the table, trying to keep a straight face to keep the scene usable. "Hey, I-I like it hot!"

She reached for a spoon and looked to her director. "Charlemagne" waved her hand around, motioning for her to keep going.

Mila braced herself and ate a heaping spoonful of chili. It did actually taste pretty good, lots of savory flavors mixing together and...

Waaaaaaaaaaaay too much hot pepper.

Mila's eyes flashed and showed blue 3s. Then 2s, counting down.

Charlemagne rose from his chair. Or more likely, Charlotte wanted to feign concern to get a close up of puddled starlet. "Mila, do you require assistance?"

1...0...

"RRRWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Jets of flame shot wildly out of Mila's mouth. Her body dripped apart like candle wax, globs of color splashing across the pavement. Her skirt drooped past her knees, spreading into a gooey white puddle below.  Her melting arms and head fused to the rest of her, transforming her body from beautiful woman to formless blob of wet paint. Layers of Mila spilled across the lot, until she was nothing but a puddled mess.

Unfortunately for Charlotte, the fire consumed her entirely.

Once Mila was completely liquefied, the flames stopped. Mila's puddle had smoke rising from it, but Charlemagne was completely charred, blacked with soot.

That made things all too easy for Vissa. "What's the matter Charlotte? Didn't know Mila was prone to fire breath?" She approached the cooked cooking director with a bucket of water.

Charlotte's eyes tracked towards Vissa. She snarled we much as her body would let her. "Yoooou..."

Vissa pushed Charlotte over before she could monologue. She cracked and poofed into a cloud of black smoke, leaving a pile of ashes on the ground with two angry eyes on top.

Vissa looked around, visually acknowledging the crew. "Alright everyone, better take five, we're going to be a minute."

The crew stood in silence, dumbfounded, so Vissa had to yell. She had long ago perfected the art making her head expand to twice normal size and growing sharp teeth while screaming.

"WELL DON'T EVERYONE TRY TO LEAVE AT ONCE!"

That got their attention, and people filtered out.

Vissa put down the water bucket a few meters away from Charlotte's ashes, letting her eyes think about sweet hydration, and went back to the chili table.

Zoe's colors were starting to swirl together, now resembling more of a puddled face than spilled ink.

Vissa walked over to her first. "Recovering from that trap already? You know, you're stronger than you look."

Zoe's face slid along the surface to get a better look at Vissa. Her voice betrayed the sting she still felt from the chili. "Well, you know, when you get reduced to a smear of color on national TV twice a month, you get used to pulling back together."

Zoe formed two arms, twisting the goop into the air and flexing her fingers, before pushing on the ground. She emerged dripping black ink, as if actually exiting a pool, though it quickly reintegrated with her.

Then they looked to Mila. There was still no way to know which part of her was where in the boiling gooey mess of bright colors.

Zoe held her chin to think. "This is definitely worse than the bottle of Mila you brought backstage at the carnival. Does she usually need a while to restore herself?"

Vissa nodded. "Usually, yes. Though I wouldn't be a good bodyguard if I didn't know her."

Vissa coughed to clear her throat. "Eh-hem. MILA LOOK! GABRIELLO HAD HIS SHIRT TORN OFF BY THE BEAR HE'S WRESTLING!"

Almost instantly, Mila spring out of her puddle completely restored, splashing droplets of herself everywhere. "OH MY GOD I MUST SEE...waaaaait a minute."

Mila looked around, realizing she wasted energy restoring for nothing.

Vissa quietly chuckled, satisfied her plan worked.

Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Who's Gabriello?"

Mila slapped her hand over Zoe's mouth. "He is my very handsome chauffeur and I simply will not take any more questions on this subject. Vissa! I thought you were going to hang back while I did the shoot?"

Vissa stomped a foot. "Hang out where? Near the 20 firetrucks waiting for your puny body to dissolve in a fireball?"

Mila pouted. "Hey, I didn't cause any property damage this time!"

Vissa answered while Zoe laughed. "Right, but at least you incinerated the director that set you up for an embarrassing melt down."

Mila's face paled. "I what?!"

She looked at the pile of ashes a few feet away, and dashed over. "Oh no! Charlemagne!"

Zoe followed Vissa over. "So, is Mila in trouble? Should we be helping her out of this or-"

Vissa raised a hand to cut her off. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Mila was on her knees crying next to Charlotte's ashes. She picked up a chunk of them, letting them run through her fingers. "This was going so well too and now my chance at a perfect picture is ruuuuuiiiiined!"

Vissa picked up the bucket. "Mila, stand up and get out of the way."

"Huh?"

"I'm restoring our dear director."

*SPLASH*

Mila was soaked by the bucket of water, but enough reached Charlotte's ashes to gel her back together. The black and pale-peach goop rumbled like a dough ball before snapping back into the figure of Charlemagne...except the fake beard was hanging a little loose, and the sunglasses were askew.

Vissa stepped in while Charlotte was re-acclimating to her restored state. "Mila, I told you, Charlemagne isn't who you think he is."

Vissa reached to tear away Charlotte's false beard, but she pulled her head back. Instead, Vissa ripped away the trench coat, revealing Charlotte's dress underneath.

Mila looked aghast. "Vissa! So what if he likes wearing dresses?! Get with the times! You don't need to expose secrets like tha-"

Vissa rolled her eyes, then actually grabbed the beard and sunglasses away from Charlotte's face.

Mila's eyes briefly bugged out. "Oh my God it's Charlotte?!"

Vissa face palmed. "I tried to tell you."

Zoe, watching the madness unfold, raised a finger in realization. "Ooooooh yeeeeeah! The bad actress that inflated you at the carnival!"

Charlotte's eyes flashed red with rage. "I don't recall you contributing much there beyond grossly overinflated tits and exploding into rubbery shre-MMMPH!"

Vissa cut Charlotte off by jamming another slice of blueberry pie into her mouth. "And somehow you confused Mila with your target, fancy that. Maybe your blood sugar was low. This ought to help with that."

Charlotte struggled against the super sweet dessert. "NO! I have an allergy! They'll run those pictures for months if I don't get out of here!"

On cue, Charlotte's body weight doubled. Her clothing was fighting to contain her new massive size.

On the bright side, her bloating body bounced Vissa away, right into her friends.

"Oooof!"
Of course, Mila was caught on the bottom.
*SQUISH*

"Hah! Now-"
*GROOOOOAN*
*BLUB*

Charlotte looked at her growing body. And the blue stain on her hands. "AAAAAAARG!"

She tried to sprint away, but her body kept bloating and turning blue. She made it all of 20 strides before falling on her spherical stomach.

"BAH! Why was I cursed with a blueberry allergy?! Someone get me out of here before the paparazzi I invited show up!"

Vissa was back on her feet first. "Grrrr! Well, at least she didn't get far."

Zoe was up second, flapping a flattened Mila back into shape. "Yeah. She's still growing too. Vissa, was that a normal pie slice?"

Vissa looked at Zoe, eyebrows raised. "You think I would demean myself by cheating with poisoned blueberries?"

Mila pointed ahead. "I know you wouldn't, but she is looking awfully blue! We should probably help her."

Zoe and Vissa shouted in unison. "WHAT?!"

Mila jogged towards Charlotte. When she turned her head to respond, it looked almost sympathetic. "I know, I know, but they really will embarrass her if she bursts as a berry on camera. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, especially if there's a juicing machine so close over there."

Zoe and Vissa noticed the large steal contraption attached to a pickup truck in the lot. It definitely had a wide intake and lots of gears, but...

Zoe leaned over to Vissa and whispered, "Hey, isn't that a sausage making machine for the chili, not a juicer?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to stop her?"

Zoe shook her head. "Goodness no. Grind that fool up after everything she's done to us."

Mila was rolling Charlotte across the lot. She had ballooned into a large blue water balloon with her dress barely covering her up. Even her eyes were blue.

"Don't worry Charlotte, I wouldn't let them get pictures of anyone like this. It's just wrong. Good thing you brought this juicer so we can save you."

It took Charlotte a moment to realize what was happening. "Oh thank you Mila! I knew you had a good heart and...wait, I didn't order a juicing machine. What are you...WAIT! STOP! THIS WILL-"

Mila rolled Charlotte up the ramp to dump her into the intake. She didn't hesitate to push her over, then run back to the controls.

"MILA YOU IDIO-"
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Mila was looking away, but Vissa and Zoe saw the a huge splash of blue goop from inside the machine. They laughed and let Mila continue.

"Okay, okay....uhhh....START BUTTON GO!!!"
*CLICK*

The machine whirred to life. From what little they could see through the windows, Charlotte colored goop (with a lot of extra blue) was getting stirred and boiled within. Her eyes constantly flashed by with a panicked look. Loud metal grinding sounds and bursts of steam came from the steel monster, it shook violently...

*DING*

A metal door on the front end opened, and a pile of sausage links emerged. It looped on itself several times, forming a small 5 level high spiral of Charlotte Sausages with her face in the top link. Her eyes were a green X_X.

By now, all three ladies had walked to the conveyor's edge.

Mila was embarrassed to say the least. "Wait, sausages?! I didn't mean to turn her into food. That's kinda...uh..."

Zoe put a hand on her shoulder. "You did good. She's going to be stuck like that for a while."

Vissa nodded. "Yup. We should box her up and drop her off at her house."

Mila looked back. "Doesn't she have dogs?"

Vissa shrugged. "Her office then. She's probably hiding all of the embarrassing out takes there anyway."

Mila stood up straight, slightly spooked. "Oh! Good idea. We should destroy those as soon as we find them.

Zoe's eyes lit up at that. "Nooo don't do that! If this movie's not happening, I can at least use those on my channel! My fans would love to see that bit where Mila and I get kneaded into pies!"

Vissa looked at Mila. "Is she always...?"

Mila nodded. "It's kind of her brand, so I get it."

Zoe looked at Mila and winked. "Hey, if either of you ever want to make a guest appearance on there, I'm sure my subscribers would love to see Mila melting and-"

Mila and Vissa shouted in unison. "NO!"

* * *

(Author's Note - this toony transformation story depicts antics on a low budget movie set meant to mess with a cartoon character. During writing, the tragic events on the set of the actual movie Rust unfolded. This story is not meant to make light of those serious events. Please take safety seriously.)

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