Amber walked through the door before the spoiler's arena more than a little disheveled. She carried a full bucket of red and blue goop in her left hand, and had her entire right arm tucked under that shoulder.

"Come on Scarlett, pull yourself together already!" she shouted, using her knee to dump the bucket on the floor.

Scarlett's liquid form gelled together, reforming laying on her back with arms behind her head, looking up at Amber. "Thanks for getting us through there. Are you alright, or do you...need a hand?"

Amber was already twisting her right arm back into place, generating some mushy sounds until it *clicked* in. "Very funny, I'm fine. I'm trying to focus on-"

No sooner did she reattach her arm than the rest of her fell apart, thudding against the floor in large segments while her right arm floated in the air.

Scarlett failed to stifle her laughter while Amber sighed. "I guess it's better than getting exploded again."

They reconnected Amber to her arm, then considered the racks of weapons before them. TF League competitors were given a wide array of implements of cartoon violence to use on the dangers awaiting them. It made for good content, both in the selection process itself, and the many ways one could misuse them.

Amber scratched her chin. "The Boomers, right? If it's Sophie she'll blast us, but she's weak to catching fire herself."

Scarlett walked towards the flame thrower. "True, but these things get pretty hot." Her body seemed to ripple and boil as if she were in her slimy water elemental state, feet melting to her ankles.

Amber smiled at her love's shifting body but didn't respond. "Buuuut, Tracy knows how to handle that. Her hammer is fireproof steel for a reason."

Scarlett stopped melting but stayed shiny. "Want me to flow under her and steal her footing?"

Amber shook her head. "No but we should expect dynamite. She mentioned wanting be more surprising. Hmmmm...."

Scarlett sighed, thinking out loud. "Who else is working with them recently? They got someone new on their team right?"

While she guessed at names, Amber grabbed a large, up to her waist hand fan. She flipped it open to its full size, as big as her whole torso. She waved it at Scarlett to test it, and just like all of their Ally Co supplied weapons, it was cartoonishly effective. A huge gust of wind generated, stretching Scarlett back like a parachute while she tried to stand in place. Droplets of her liquid form flew from her, and five seconds later she flew backwards and slammed into the wall like wet paint, splattering into a messy pinup painting of herself.

*Damn she's beautiful.* Amber walked up to her splattered girlfriend, smiling and blushing.

She closed the fan and slammed it down. "What do you think babe? Should I take it?"

Scarlett's blue eyes looked down even as she dripped slowly down the wall. "I think we're bringing that one home."

*Sploooosh*

* * *

The pair walked through the steel doors to face whoever was inside. Scarlett saw the dirt and concrete scattered about and grabbed Amber like she just saw a celebrity.

"It's a construction site! I love these bits!"

Amber sighed. "Again from this team? I get Sophie's good at demolitions but I think my knees are still 10% concrete from last time. Haven't been able to run without hearing gravel sounds in weeks."

Most of the arena's floor was just dirt and holes and boulders, as if the crew of this room just finished blasting out the foundation in the first place. There was a simple base of a steel beam structure simulating a new building, rising at least up six stories to the roof of their arena. The other side of the room had a food truck, some cranes, cement mixers, steamrollers, bulldozers, wrecking balls, a collection of tools. Maybe most importantly, opposite the door 0n the far end of the room, was their exit - a fence on the other side of the room with a giant padlock.

Amber sighed. "Well we know how this works. As much as I can live without another banana shake joke on stream, we should split up and figure out where she is first. I'll go towards the steel foundations over there, you -"

"I'll check out the food truck!" Scarlett was already scampering over before Amber could object.

"Wait babe, you're running right under the-"

*CLANG*

*WOOOOOSH*

"What'd you say? Something loud just-"

*SPLAT*

*SPLOOOOOOOSH*

Amber watched the wrecking ball plummet and smacked her forehead...letting her eyes extend out between her fingers to watch when it landed on Scarlett.

Scarlett's face squished down, her tongue and blue eyes bugging out before splattering red ink from her hair everywhere around her. Her legs were similarly splattering as they were flattened to the ground, unable to handle the force. The rest of her body crunched together, getting shorter and chubbier, assets growing and expanding to silly sexy proportions as she squished together to the point of bursting apart under the crushing weight above. Her lower half continued squooshing, legs collapsing into big peach puddles under thickening pillars of flesh, Her butt kept absorbing her mass as she flattened out across the ground, her chubby flattening belly getting shunted into her chest, until Scarlett was mostly a pair of eyes a butt and some breasts.

Amber could swear she heard Scarlett squee when her twisted form expanded to her limit and the wrecking ball struck the dirt. Her girlfriend splattered into a mess of colorful ink on the ground. She'd be fine soon enough, but Amber was already thinking about watching the highlight on slow motion together that night.

More importantly though, it meant their opponent was revealing herself. Standing on the wrecking ball, holding the cable for balance, was Tracy - full time Boomer and part time rec league soccer teammate.

Amber took a moment to admire the strong woman's pose before playing the part of the upstart challenger. "Let us through Tracy. We have soccer practice Monday and I'd rather not have your body recovering from getting absolutely pancaked playing forward."

Tracy flipped her braided locks. "Please, you know I can still score like that." She jumped down next to the food truck, her body slightly compressing and springing back up from her landing. "Besides, you have to deal with me all alone now Wheels."

Amber could see Scarlett's gooey remains gathering behind Tracy and smiled. "You sure about that? Everyone keeps forgetting Scarlett's more dangerous as a liquid than solid."

Tracy scoffed. "Oh, I am well aware." Tracy reached into the food truck and pulled out a pouch of red jello powder, and what looked like a large burrito with the food truck's logo.

Amber pounded her giant fan on the floor, recognizing the threat to Scarlett. "Hey, stop that! Get over here!"

Tracy rolled her eyes. "Fat chance blondie. Handle this if you think you can catch me."

She hurled the burrito in Amber's general direction. Amber opened the fan to defend herself, but stopped when the throw went extra wide. "Goodness Tracy, I know I'm a distraction for you but that was way off."

She closed the fan to charge in when she heard a loud thunk nearby. "Did I though?"

Amber looked to her side where the burrito went, and barely dodged the flood of cement coming out the back of a truck. *Shit, I missed that was there! Almost got me...*

*SPLASH*

She looked down, and the color drained from her face. Amber tried to lift her feet, but they were firmly planted in the edge of the wet cement puddle.

Tracy pumped her first. "Still got it! As for you..." She turned back to the blob of Scarlett that was busy trying to reform into a human shape, and poured out the jello powder.

"Blaaaaah!"

Scarlett cried out, feeling her body stiffen in an unexpected way. Her face formed on top of her blob body, desperately trying to stretch and shift to no avail. She collected into a jiggling mass, a big wobbly cube on the ground. Scarlett was stuck as a red block of jello, jiggling and looking around nervously trying to break out of her new prison.

Amber scowled and went back to pulling her feet out of the quick drying cement. She was not having much luck, only succeeding in stretching her arms and legs where the cement held her tight. "Damnit body, come on, get out of here!"

Tracy grinned and pulled out a remote. "Nah, I think I need some yellow paint for the parking lot. You'll be perfect!"

*CLICK*

*VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

A nearby steamroller roared to life. It was aimed at Amber, huge front drum spinning in place like a race car at the starting line.

"What...AAAAAAAACK!"

Amber instincts knew what came next. Her legs instinctively stretched up and she screamed, eyes bugged out at the machine, floating in the air if not for her feet stuck in the concrete. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue stretched in a terrified zig zag.

"That's practically chea-UUUULP!"

Amber's protest was cut short by something hitting her wide open mouth. She reflexively swallowed the large mass, feeling the bulge force its way down her throat, though the intense sweet cinnamon flavor immediately told her what she was eating.

*BYUUUUMP*

*BA-DONK*

The Scarlett jello went down, and Amber immediately felt her belly triple in size. Her chest expanded with new found mass, jiggling about with triple the normal cup size and stretching her shirt to its limit. Her hips shifted back to try and compensate for the weight, and she almost instantly regretted it. Her butt took on the calories, and exploded in size. Amber knew she would melt if she saw this dump truck ass on Scarlett, and even feeling her hips growing, pushing against her shorts was getting her excited. She was very much threatening the integrity of her clothes, but she fought to remember the steamroller pointed right at her.

Chonky Amber slouched, belly and butt bouncing about with a loud bass drum noise as she did. "Oh no...this is going to end up all over those Goo Tube reaction videos isn't it."

Scarlett's voice echoed in her head. *I'm looking forward to watching it babe!*

"Gee, thanks."

Trace scoffed. "Yyyyup! Now to squish your cuuuuute butt outta here."

*VROOOOOOM*

*SPLAAAAAAAAAT*

*"KYAAAAAA!"*

The roller crashed into Amber, flattening her to the floor in spectacular fashion. Her butt tried to escape her shorts even before it lost cohesion, shunting a ton of mass into Amber's upper body. The roller was relentless though, and as huge as her sexy bits got, Amber's thick build was smeared and squished across the ground in one massive yellow splash of paint.

Tracy doubled over laughing. "Oh yeah! That looked hilarious and I can't wait to watch it again! But did I completely liquidize you?"

Sure enough, a good amount of Amber was squished against the roller. Besides having a goofy face, she was gooped enough to leave stamps on the ground as the roller left the room. Amber was vaguely aware of her disembodied copies pulling from her every time it happened, leaving her even more disoriented.

"Whooooooooah this feels weeeeird. I need a time out..."

Tracy slapped her knees. "Yup! I got yellow lane lines out of her! I love this game.

* * *

*CRASH*

Back in the entry hall, the steam roller collided with the wall and fell apart. They were designed to do that, so what was left of Amber and Scarlett's minds weren't surprised. They were left splattered against that wall, dripping off the wreckage as multicolored puddles of toony goo, waiting for the rest of Amber to flow in from the main room.

The minutes felt like hours before Scarlett managed to un-goop herself, coming together as a red slime girl next to the blond and pink puddles of goo. "You there babe? We need to have a plan."

A face appeared on the biggest yellow blob in the room. "Uuuugh...I feel motion sick or something...how many pieces am I in?"

Scarlett laughed. "Pieces? Uuum, babe? You're a blob."

The door swung open, and a steel bucket full of yellow goop slid through on the floor. Scarlett grabbed it before it could tip over. "And there's the rest of you. Come on Amber, pick yourself up!"

She poured the rest of her girlfriend into her while her body resumed its normal coloration. The mass of yellow paint shook and grew up, until resolving into Amber's normal shape. She ran her hands over her body, checking that she was her normal size. "Whew, I don't think I could take her on if I was still banana bread stuffed with you."

Scarlett giggled. "You can take ME on like that though."

Amber smirked, giving Scarlett a side eye. "Babe, next time we're hanging out at home, I can probably pretend to blow my butt up and-"

*SPLOOOOSH*

Amber sighed, lowering her thumb from her mouth. "I didn't even puff my cheeks!"

*SPLASH* Scarlett's head popped up out of her puddle. "Yeah, but you're not wrong. Also, did you see Tracy checking your big body out?"

Amber blinked. "What?"

Scarlett grinned. "You've still got it babe. She was staring at your big butt getting bigger as it happened. Sounds like your soccer nights showing off are about to pay off here. I think if you distract her, and I sneak up behind her, then BAM!"

Amber scratched her chin. "You think she..."

Scarlett nodded. "Definitely. Honestly, the things I could feel you thinking when you looked back at her too? I wouldn't say I'm jealous, but you're making me want to work out more, get some muscles and-"

Scarlett flexed as she spoke, giving her arms a moment of false strength. It was enough.

*SPLOOOOSH*

For once, Amber leaned forward enough to splash to the ground instead of Scarlett, winning giggles from the red head. "Woooow okay I'm totally doing some lifting next week."

Amber pulled her head out of the goop, shaking off the visual. "Yes please...okay, I think we can manage something. Just be ready to clean me up after if you keep that up."

Scarlett's eyes popped into blue hearts. "Clean you up AGAIN?!"

Amber nodded. "Yeah. If she's going to be into me, then I have an idea. This better be worth it."

* * *

They tip toed into the construction site again. Amber whispered in Scarlett's ear before waving her towards the other side from their last trip. "Okay, you stay over there this time. I can't have you getting splattered by a wrecking ball again if this is going to work."

Scarlett walked with a stiff robotic pace. Her speech was also the opposite of natural, full of other long pauses. "O-kay Amber. I will check for Tracy over here, away from the truck."

Amber huffed, muttering to herself. "My Gods girl can melt and solidify once a second but ask her to act natural and ... heck, is she winking at me?"

Amber tried to shake it off and go back to the plan. "Whatever babe, just find her fast. I need to see if she's hiding out near the cement again."

She looked at the cement truck, making sure the cement from earlier was dry and legitimately looking for Tracy.

*Whew, looks clear...okay, it's now or never.*

Amber ran her hand up her arms, flesh rippling as if rolling up invisible sleeves. She wandered to the food truck next, looking for anything big to drink inside. She found her objective fast, the large keg of carbonated water hooked up to the soda machine. *Knowing the league, that's going to be extra full. Just gotta hope it's more water than bubbles, this isn't that kind of trick.*

She made a show of saying "Hmmm..." and looking around the site, bored, while starting to drink straight from the hose. Amber knew Tracy had to be watching them, so all she needed to do was keep drinking.

*GULP*

*BWOOMP*

Amber felt her waistline growing. She was focusing it past her stomach, keeping her upper body in shape while sending everything straight to her hips. It felt strange not letting her boobs grow, but the reward was two cheeks filling with water, jiggling against her shorts for freedom all over again. Every gulp sent a jolt through her hips, expanding her flesh, making her butt bigger and bigger.

She consumed enough that even her thighs were starting to stretch. Her hips were to full, and her breasts were next. Amber gained a little chub in her midsection, then felt her chest stretching her shirt. She wasn't looking to reach Zoe proportions, but the water tank had other ideas. Within seconds, Amber felt her breasts expanding, sending a jolt of pleasure through her and stopping her seeing the ground.

She must have tripled in size all over again. As good as she looked, her size made it trickier to implement her plan when she finally heard Tracy's voice.

"Drink up dummy. You're going to need to rehydrate after this."

*Good, she's from further in. I just need to make it to the truck.*

Amber made a show of looking surprised, spinning her head from side to side. It had the added effect of swinging her bean bag butt from side to side, stretching her shorts to dangerous limits. She made sure to jog towards the cement truck while looking over her shoulder, trying to sell being scared while also making her ass bounce with every step.

*If this view doesn't stun her, I don't know what will.*

Even walking made her cheeks jiggle and shake. Amber was a little distracted herself by the sensations rippling through her, but she kept her focus on the plan. She ran straight to the cement truck while looking for Tracy, finally noticing her just before crashing into the vehicle.

Amber tried not to "ooo!" too much when her body was compressed by her own inflated dump truck of a butt, squishing to within an inch of bursting before bouncing back to the floor. She landed on said bean bag butt, arms and legs squirming in the air, wobbling from the liquid shaking within her while she floated atop a big pink waterbed of a butt.

"Ack!"

Tracy laughed, thinking her prey defeated. "Well well, that was silly. Now I've got you right where I want you, and we'll be cleaning up your dust before long."

Tracy gave her patented steel hammer a tap, opening it up so she could pull out a few small explosives. She activated them, staring down Amber.

Amber herself was rolling forward to get back on her feet. *Come on now truck, tip over any second now. I need to see if that practice with Zoe paid off.*

*CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK*

Both ladies turned to the cement truck tilting towards Amber. Tracy watched to see what Amber would do, while Amber readied for the inevitable...

*SPLOOOSH*

...and got dunked on with cement.

Tracy watched her vanish in the wave of gray goop, and smiled. "Well well well. Looks like that's one less Dust Bunny to cause me trouble. And just to make sure no funny business happens, time for one of Sophie's patented ex-...plo..."

Tracy paused as the cement subsided, and Amber came back into view. Naturally she was petrified in cement, that much everyone expected. But instead of any sign of distress like screaming, Amber had struck a pose. She had one hand slammed against her inflated ass, petrified while the force was rippling through her hips. She turned to wink at Tracy, which made her water filled tits lift her shirt, exposing her rippling chubby tummy.

It took her a moment to take it in, before her jaw dropped to the ground. She dropped her hammer and her bombs to yank on her hair to pull her jaw back in before talking. "Holy wow Amber how do you look so good like that!"

Scarlett giggled in the distance behind her"Mmm-hmm!"

Tracy snapped out of it and spun around to face her. She need a minute to compose herself, and started feeling around her pockets for her dropped weapons. "There's the red head. Now it's time to...to...wait where did I put..."

Scarlett pointed at the dropped bombs by her feet. "You dropped something."

Tracy looked down, found the beeping red explosives, and slouched. "Shit."

*KA-BOOOOOM*

Amber, petrified through she was, saw the explosion and would have smiled if she could. *Yes! No way she's intact after that! Scarlett just needs to find the key and...oh no way..."

Tracy's steel hammer came flying out of the explosion, straight towards her.

*CRASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

The hammer crashed through Amber, shattering her belly. Her top half spun and crashed down onto her now twin boulder of a butt. Her vision exploded apart when her head hit her ass, and her legs toppled over. Amber couldn't shout out every time she felt her body split into another hundred pieces, but her brain broke when her legs cracked in half down the middle of her hips, sending a jolt through her...broken region.

When the dust around Tracy settled, she was a pitch black Tracy shaped pile of soot. Only her blinking eyes, looking around nervously, had any color. Scarlett calmly approached, giving Tracy a once over inspection.

"Wow those bombs are really cool! Shame you dropped it right there, though Sophie would be proud."

Tracy's eyes looked at Scarlett, narrowing in a silent rage.

Scarlett giggled. "Oh it's okay."

Then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Just promise us more of those tonight and we'll let you see just how big Amber can get."

Tracy's eyes went wide with surprise and she stood straight up. "Ooooh yeah....Wait, I wasn't trying to, I mean..."

*FWIP*

The moment Tracy moved, her body crumbled down to a pile of ash. Her eyes fluttered a moment before falling into the pile too, next to a large brass key.

Which Scarlett picked up. "Ah well, sorry to bomb and run, but I gotta grab Amber and..."

Scarlett finally noticed Amber's petrified thighs resting atop the shattered remains of her body, instead of the super sexy statue she briefly was.

She sighed, grabbing a large nearby wheelbarrow. "Aaw! Why'd you have to go and fall to pieces without me."

She gathered Amber's remains, and made a run for the door before Tracy could pull herself together. "There had better be another cement mixer to throw you in on the other side. I'm in no mood for puzzles. Now let's get out of here. Shame we never got to use that fan though..."