Emi didn't know what she was expecting from a "TF League Live Training Seminar," but it wasn't this. She had been through "Restoration and You" and "Mind Over Flatter" sessions, but this was completely different.

For example, the other courses were in controlled classroom environments. None of them had a red head named Scarlett chase her driving an old Fantastically Flat steamroller through a track and field stadium. And if they had, she was fairly certain it wouldn't have had her best friend Grace's flattened form getting smeared across the drum. She was now eight feet wide, looking like the roller ran over spilled paint.

Scarlett yelled at her over the windshield, cackling. "GIVE IT UP EMI! I'M PAINTING THE GROUND WITH FISHNETS! BWAHAHAHA!"

Emi ran across the grassy field as fast as she could. They said the easiest way to restore yourself from a league trap was to flatten the trap first, but there wasn't anything left to hide behind. Almost everyone else had already been squished, peeled off the ground, and carried to a veteran to work on restoring themselves.

She looked back. Scarlett was gaining on her. Maybe she could dive to the side or find something that would break the steamroller or-

"OOOF!"

Emi's movement was stopped by some sort of huge soft barrier. It recoiled, bouncing her backwards onto her butt. She looked up to find Zoe in her path, adjusting the Emi shaped fold in her shirt.

"Look, I respect you said you're not into women, but you need to watch where you're running if you don't want me squishing your head in there."

Emi picked herself, grumbling. "Stupid tall girl thinks just because she looks good she can bounce..."

*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

The steamroller was approaching fast. Emi chanced a look back at it. "Crap! I've gotta move!"

Emi tried to dive out of the way, but got pulled back by her shirt. Zoe had a firm grip, tugging Emi into a side hug with her left arm. "Now now, I think you've proved quite adept at not getting flattened today. That's actually really good. But have you ever thought about how you look flattened?"

Emi looked at Zoe, slightly aghast. Sure she liked the occasional squish, especially in the right outfit, but pride wouldn't let her admit it publicly . She was supposed to like more refined things in life.

Which meant she needed to keep her composure through this. "Wh-...What are you talking about?! You'll never squish me, not unless you want to get transformed into one of those tiny annoying cymbal monkey toys!"

Zoe raised her right hand in a victory sign and smiled for the non-existent cameras. "Oooo that sounds like fun. You need to throw me in your magic toy machine again after this."

"Wha-AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Emi felt the roller bend her legs impossibly far back. She was thrown against the ground while the roller spread her beautiful thick thighs each two feet across. The pressure was amazing, sending chills up her spine as her hips got paper thin, her mass shunting far to the side pressing against her clothing. Her whole body was getting obliterated in a good way, and her face was about to spread across the ground next.

Emi did her best not to moan and at least to contort her face. Instead of looking pleased, her posterized face looked panicked. Her eyes were huge and her pupils tiny dots, staring at Zoe like she was insane.
She pondered the irony that maybe Zoe was right, and she could control her splattered appearance more than she thought.

Zoe was long ago lost to loving getting squished. She thoroughly enjoyed feeling her chest get pressed wide and thin, a heavy drum's touch sending chills down her spine that in her early days would have her melting like Scarlett.

Today, she reappeared grinning with her victory sign still held "up" when the roller was done.

Scarlett stopped the roller a few seconds later. "Got her!"

She scrambled down, and peeled Grace off the roller. Despite her current state, Grace was solid and floppy enough to drape over over her arm. "That's good! You're still solid. That's actually impressive for a rookie after your ride on the roller."

Grace giggled. "I think my toys trained me well."

Scarlett was curious what Grace meant, but now it was time to tend to her other flat friends. "You're pretty good at escaping Emi. It's lucky you'll rarely need to worry about two opponents. Thanks for the assist Zoe!"

Zoe's top half peeled off the ground, like a weird sit up. "No problem! I love getting big and flat from those things!"

Emi rolled her flat eyes. "Please. You just liked feeling Grace roll over you."

Zoe blushed. "I won't deny her hair is super soft."

Grace's slowly recuperating floppy body smiled, upside down in Scarlett's arm. "She's right you know."

* * *

That evening, Grace sat at her table solving a peculiar 3x3 Rubik's Cube. Its six sides were two shades of purple, two shades of brown, green, and blue. Grace was slowly shifting the colors around. To the skilled eye, she was just moving sides around randomly, sometimes not making any progress.

If there was any doubt to her true puzzle solving ability, the multitude of solved cubes of various sizes, whether novelty sized 3x3 or regular sized 5x5, suggested she knew exactly what she was doing.

Her cube spoke up as she turned sides around. "I still can't believe they're not back yet. I know you're rookies, but I'm starting to get worried."

Grace smiled like a big sister. "Don't worry about her Jess. Emi was running for a long time out there, and you saw her during the early drills. Putting in that extra work must have really drained her."

She clicked another side of her Jess-cube into place. "Honestly, that roller was especially heavy. I'm surprised she didn't completely splatter into goop from it."

Her Jess cube rumbled more in her hands. "Then how did you get up so fast."

Grace turned the cube again. "Finesse. Emi's too stubborn about forcing her way out sometimes," she tapped the cube twice for emphasis, "just like some other friends we have."

Jess sighed. "Fine! You're right, you designed a cube that's super hard to restore from quickly until I'm solved."

"Mmm-hmm!" Grace smiled. She was about to say more when the door opened.

Zoe entered first, waving hello then clearing a spot against the wall, then signaling Scarlett in. "Bring her over here, there's space for her."

Scarlett walked in, hefting a cardboard Emi. She was still stuck in the same shocked pose from her steamroller squish.
Emi's voice, however, was fine. "I still don't see why you couldn't just restore me with an air pump!"

Zoe wagged her finger, tsk-ing. "Now now Emi. This is a training seminar. What kind of teachers would we be, if we didn't make you learn from over extending yourself?"

Emi's eyes turned to rage. "I'd learn not to get flattened by crazy people like you that actually enjoy this!"

She vibrated, and finally popped back into shape. Emi took a step forward Zoe, but slumped over. Realizing she was still out of energy, she sat at the table instead. "I need a drink."

Scarlett offered to get something for everyone, but Zoe stood confounded. She circled a finger in the air.

"Wait wait wait. You joined something called the Transformation League and you *DON'T* like getting splattered around?"

Emi was immediately on the defensive. "Hey, not everyone's that into it. Sometimes it's annoying having to reinflate myself daily."

Grace giggled at that response, still fussing with her cube.

Zoe tilted her head, acknowledging Emi's point. "Okay, but there's more to this than flattening. What about inflation?"

Zoe took a deep breath, ballooning her body to three times its normal size.

Emi shook her head. "Nope. You might want to deflate before I find something sharp."

"Fiiine." Zoe pouted and breathed out, blowing everyone's hair back in the process.

While Emi fixed her hair, Scarlett returned, putting the drinks on the table.

Zoe took that as easy inspiration. "Okay, what about melting?"

Scarlett turned. "Wait, what are we talking...?"

Zoe flashed Scarlett, letting her boobs bounce in the air. Scarlett's eyes bugged out as giant hearts, she fell back, and instantly became a puddle of blue and red paint on the wood floor.

Emi rolled her eyes. "Many guys have tried, few have succeeded."

Zoe smirked. "I'm not hearing a no."

Grace waved at Zoe to give it up. "Oh keep your shirt on. That's not Emi's favorite past time, and the rest of us know where to find your boobs if we want them."

Zoe put her shirt on, while Scarlett's colors collected into a short blob.

Once she was clothed again, she stepped towards Grace like a detective solving a mystery. "But if you know that's not her favorite, that implies that she does have one."

Emi's resting angry face blushed. She lost her composure, turning to her team mate in a panic. "Quiet Grace! Give them nothing!"

Scarlett finally starting pulling herself out of her puddle. "Okay, I missed the beginning of this, but are we trying to guess Emi's favorite transformation?"

Zoe nodded over Emi's objections. "Yup. She claims it's not one of the typical ones, but I think we need to dig deeper. It might help her league career if she understands herself more."

Emi wasn't sure if she wanted to stop them, or encourage them. The idea of getting squished and splattered by professionals, and possibly winning a bet...

Emi stomped a foot and crossed her arms. "Okay fine. But here's the deal. You have until the end of tomorrow to figure me out. But if you don't," She pointed and made eye contact with Zoe and Scarlett in turn. "I'm enjoying the best sleep of my life night next week on my new Dust Bunny Bed Set."

Zoe grinned. "As long as I can get up during the day, you're on. But if I win, I'm using you and Scarlett in my next painting. And by that I mean you're the paint."

Emi bit her lip at the thought. "And let me guess. Scarlett just wants to melt me down?"

Scarlett smiled. "Not exactly. I can never find someone to go to my favorite restaurants with."

Zoe laughed. "What Scarlett means is yes, we will melt at her chef's hands, repeatedly."

Scarlett smiled. "Me, you two, a restoration beam, and you eat anything I order."

Grace was starting to show concern, almost done with her Jess Cube. "Are you sure Emi? This could definitely be fun, but remember they're pros at this. They're going to literally put you through the wringer."

Emi shot her a look. "You think I can't take it?"

Grace sighed. "I think you need to rethink the stakes. I won't help them, but I don't want you too embarrassed when you get painted on a canvas at a hot food place, and I carry you home in a jar."

*POP*

With the last click of the Rubik's Cube, Jess almost instantly restored herself. She appeared at normal size in the air...

*SQUISH*
"GAAAAAH!"

Directly above Grace's head. Jess landed on her, squishing her head and shoulders into her hips. Grace was little more than a big butt on legs with floofy red pigtails, jiggling cheeks visible sticking out her skirt. She stumbled around for a moment before her knees cracked, bending outwards, and her body completely flattened to the floor.
Jess scratched her head, slightly embarrassed. "Whoops. Uuuh...sorry about that. You're right, it was A LOT easier to restore myself after you solved me."

Grace's voice muttered something barely intelligible from her pancaked body. "Oooo...I feel really big! Mass shunting is always funny ... mmmmm..."

Jess shook her head, trying not to be distracted by Grace. She stood up and looked at Emi. "As for you, don't make a bet you can't win. Unless you actually want to experience what they have to offer, and you don't think Zoe can make you crack."

Emi suddenly had trouble answering. Her face blushed even redder, and she started stammering. "N-n-no? I mean, maybe, MAYBE, I like something. But only a fool would sign up for tomorrow knowing they'd lose."

Zoe instantly appeared behind her. "Good! Now, let's get started!"

She pulled Emi's arms into the air, stretching the shorter woman a few feet taller.

Emi grunted through the stretchy tingles. "Wh-What are you...doing?!"

Zoe leaned in, lips close to her ear for maximum silliness. "Batter up."

"Huh?"

*SNAP*
*SPLOOOOOSH*
Emi, still out of energy from her long day, snapped back and pancaked on the ground. Her body spread on the floor, expanding her assets, but leaving her an inch thick. Her face sat atop a black and neon purple doughy disk.

"PLEEEHH..."
*Not bad. I feel kinda funny like this...*

Zoe ran into the kitchen for a bowl, and flopped her flat friend into it. "Now I think Scarlett knows the real thing I'm after here is the cake, but just let us know if anything in between is particularly fun for you."

Scarlett and Jess laughed as Zoe walked her main ingredient into the kitchen.

Grace was slowly peeling herself off the floor. Her edges were wobbling and rippling, and eventually her head and hair popped into 3 dimensions on top of her flat body. "Ooo, Emi cake? That sounds like fun. Maybe I should go watch."

Scarlett appeared on the floor behind Grace, surrounded by a dark red aura, holding a second mixing bowl and a whisk.

"That can be arranged."

"Oh how nice! Thanks for helping-no wait that's not wha-"

*SPLOOOOOOSH*

Scarlett flopped Grace into the bowl, and slammed the whisk into her head. With a few quick swishes, stirred her into a viscous silvery red batter, then walked into the kitchen.

* * *

Emi's bowl was already mounted in the mixer. She was still flopped inside in her flattened shape, feeling the cold steel of the whisks tease her skin. Her face looked rather grumpy.

*I'm tougher than that to crack Zoe...but I am already exhausted. Maybe getting glooped by this won't be so bad. It's been a while since I've been to the bakery.*

Zoe was about to turn on the mixer when Scarlett walked in, vigorously stirring a bowl full of a red, white, and gray batter. Zoe raised an eyebrow.

Scarlett smiled. "Grace said she wanted to watch, and I wanted to learn the secrets of a master chef."

Zoe threw her head back laughing. "HAH! This is why we're such a good team. Here, let's get started."

Grace bubbled from Scarlett's bowl. "I mean, I was half hoping to be solid while observing."

Scarlett stopped stirring and lifted the whisk. A thick strand of Grace stretched from the metal, with her eyes dripping back into the bowl. "You sure?"

Grace blinked. "Oh, that ship has sailed. Just be nice to Emi and don't stop stirring."

Scarlett stirred.

"Mmmmm WHEEEEE..." Grace giggled and bubbled.

Zoe looked inside the mixer, lowering the whisks so they made deep indents in her Emi pancake. "Okay. NOW are you ready?"

Emi looked Zoe in the eyes, wanting to scream at Zoe to turn on the mixer and let her experience getting torn apart and mushed back together already.

"Just get this over with so I can get solid and go to bed."

Zoe chuckled. "Right."

*WHRRRRRRRRRRR*
"WHOOOOA!"

Emi held her stone face until as she lost shape and spun together. Her vision stretched as her eyes spun around, she lost any feeling of where parts of her flattened body were, and she was pretty sure she no longer her a solid form.

The gooey Emi batter splashed around in the bowl. It was a strange mix of neon pink, black, and peach. Zoe watched the layers blend together, trying to sense any sort of reaction from Emi.

All she got were the bubbles of Emi silently screaming with joy at steel slicing through her, spinning her around and around herself, reducing her to a puddle of thick gooey mush.

It was a long time before she heard Scarlett say "Zoe? She's melded into one color. The whole bowl is deep red-violet. I think you should pour her out."

Zoe grunted. "Fine. We're going to need a lot of pans..."

* * *

*DING!*
"All done!"

Jess sat at the table with Amber. They called her over once it became clear Scarlett would be here for a while. They had with plates, forks and napkins, excited to judge the impromptu cake competition.

"BRING US CAKE!"

The two chefs brought out their cakes, putting them on the table.
To their left stood Scarlett. Behind her, the three square layer cake of her fellow red head Grace. The lowest layer was decorated with icing resembling her white skirt with gold trim, the middle her silver shirt with neckline, and the top layer mostly red with her hair with a little bit of peach face. Bits of her were spun up in icing flourishes on all three layers.

Grace was smiling content, mostly amused at her cake fate.

On Jessica's right stood Zoe and her similarly three layer Emi cake. The bottom featured soft blue from her skirt, the middle layer emphasized her cleavage in her black tank top, dominated by lines of fish net "icing". The top was filled with icing flourishes forming wild hair with pink tips...

...and Emi's scowling face.

Jess looked at them. "Well, first thing's first. Grace, did you have fun?"

Grace hopped and smiled, the layers of her body briefly coming apart in mid air before splatting back together, splashing some of her icing onto the table.

"Oh this was divine. I did want to rest tonight, but then I wouldn't have found out Scarlett had such good technique.  She worked all the knots out of my back after getting flattened and restored all day!"

Zoe gave Scarlett a pat on the back. Jess smiled too. "Excellent!"

Amber rested her elbow on the table, held her chin, and leaned towards Emi. "And you? I know first hand Zoe's good with a mixer."

Emi did her best to keep her composure in the face of Amber's knowing grin. Her dessert body puffed up and deflated with her deep breath. "I liked it better when I wasn't a fluffy dessert."

Scarlett grinned a little. "Looks like I might win tomorrow morning!"

Zoe scowled. "She may have resist the mixer's charms, but there's one thing left to do."

She reached down her shirt, and produced a large sabre.

Everyone except Jess jumped back, Emi and Grace's cake bodies again coming apart in the air.

"What?"

Jess laughed. "You really need to be less dramatic about cutting cakes babe."

Grace and Emi did not seem comforted by this. "Whaaaat?!"

*SLICE*SLICE*SLICE*

They both felt Zoe's "cake knife" slice through them. Their bodies didn't even resist, giving them a strange disconnected feeling to the parts their friends pulled away. Both of them clenched their teeth at the sensation of being in 3 or 4 places.

Especially Emi. *Sure the knife tickled biting into cake-me, but...gaaaaah put me back together!*

The Dust Bunnies sat down for a snack. Emi and Grace were stuck as wobbly stacks of dessert. All they could do was watch chunks of themselves get eaten, and their friends fatten up in the process.

Grace looked at Emi. "So, now what? I got mixed up with so much sugar and butter I'm not sure I want to pop back to normal yet."

Emi rolled her eyes. "We can sleep off the extra calories, just like last week after the bakery incident. We wake up restored to normal, then...who knows what they have planned for me."

She looked over the others, feeling a slight tingle as they ate slices of her. Scarlett in particular kept looking back at her, plotting what she would do tomorrow...