The TF League, the popular home of bizarre races that squished and stretched and melted its participants in good fun, was having another race event televised. Typical for a Saturday. Today though, they were advertising a special race the next weekend – a car race.

As such, the league’s garage and car shop was seeing more visitors than usual, including a certain red haired cutie.

“Racing racing racing...I can’t believe there’s a race next week!”

Scarlett turned another corner in her garage tank top, arms full of nitro and spark plugs and other things only gear heads would know the names of. “I need to go extra fast this time! I want to go so fast that my Zoe paint flies off! I want Amber embedded in the cushions! I want-”

CLANG

SHQUIIIIIIIIIISH

“EEEP!”

Scarlett’s back straightened at the sound, before mouthing “Oooo!”

She looked around with a goofy grin on her face. “I should go see if they’re cute...I mean if they need help. Yeah help. Maybe something finally got Sophie. Or Yuki. Or…”

She paused at the sight of a large metal pipe sitting on top of impossibly wide hips. The poor woman had her top half stuffed inside a metal tube while her bottom half was short stacked into a huge butt and thighs so thick her jeans were tearing at the seams. The size of her butt, and the sheer amount of toony flesh overflowing her jeans, would have made any League Gootube highlight reel. Her short legs made her stumble around, coming dangerously close to knocking over even more of the garage’s stock.

Scarlett bit her lip, wondering how to help. She put her pile of things down and walked over, arms raised towards the pipe. “Hey there, hold still. I’m going to help you out.”

The woman paused, and approximated a nod, which had the wide effect of the pipe slamming Scarlett to the ground.

SQUISH

“Hold still!” The Scarlett pancake shouted, popping her arms out before stretching her body back to normal. She slammed her palms against the side of the pipe, and pulled. Scarlett saw the woman’s peach pink shirt stretching a few feet while fighting to pull herself away from the pipe. There was a loud rubbery creak before finally releasing, and rolling on top of Scarlett.

POP

CLANG

SQUIIIIIIIISH

The woman inside was still a thick long noodle from the waist up, but she was at least smiling. “Oh dear, I knew I should have gotten a ladder to reach the thrusters. I didn’t realize the reinforced roller supports would be so heavy, and I thought I could just squeeze through, but I guess I’ve let my hips grow more than I thought. Thanks again miss...aaaaah…whoops?”

The mystery woman waddled to the giant pipe rolled down the aisle, with Scarlett painted on the side. The red head’s wide smiling face had rolled up to face her, blue spiral eyes still recovering.

“Dear me….Sorry about that. You tried to help me and now you’re…uuuuh...a drawing.”

Scarlett blinked a few times, clearing her eyes. “Eh, not my first time.” Scarlett looked up, peeled off her flat ribbon arms, and grabbed a nearby shelf. She used that to pull herself off the tube, rolling it in place as Scarlett collected herself. She spun in the air as a window shade for a moment before flopping back across the pipe, where a simple blow into her thumb POP restored her to normal.

Scarlett smiled then, recognizing the light brown hair atop her cylindrical friend. “Brook, weren’t you racing today? I didn’t know you did cars! Here, let me help you find…”

Scarlett grabbed a tire pump and plugged it into “Brook’s” mouth before she could protest. Scarlett pumped air into her top half, making her go cross eyed and briefly grow like a clown balloon. Her features stretched with her creaking body, but fortunately, after 5 seconds and a loud rubber squeak, she was good as new.

Whoever she was. “Oh...sorry, you looked like a friend of mine squished like that. You look younger stuck in a pipe.”

The woman smiled, raising an eyebrow. She wore a low cut pastel pink tank top and tight jeans, hugging her dump truck hips. There were some similarities to Brook for sure, but this was a different woman. “Oh I wish I was that young. You’re the third person today confusing me with Brook. I definitely know her, cute girl by the way, but the name’s Lynn. I retired from the League years ago but I try to make the occasional car race. I can’t POSSIBLY let a chance to hop in the car pass by.”

Scarlett smiled, still a little anxious about mixing up names. “Ah, cool. Did you, uh, need help getting something, or…”

Lynn’s head turned towards Scarlett with a mad grin. “I think I’ve got it, but you want to help? I’m going to make the fastest car this year, I just need help getting those jet turbines down. And those big thrusters like the old super hero cars! And the cool shocks that let me stay solid until I pass 500 MPH, can’t forget those.”

Scarlett clapped her hands together. “You had me at turbines! But tell me about those shocks, my girlfriend always gets gooped at 400.”

* * *

Scarlett and Lynn got along famously from there, chatting up a storm while working on their cars. They were focused on adding absurd engines, but they quickly started trading Brook stories.

“So Amber and I get through this hall of swinging guillotines, she’s barely finished piling slices of me back together, and there’s Brook waiting for us. She’s got this massive machine trying to unravel us and turn us into stuffed animals.”

“Classic! She looooooooves stuffed animals!” Lynn shouted, tightening another bolt on the massive engine. “I remem-”

Scarlett responded before Lynn could finish, too focused on adjusting her tires to notice. “Oh yeah, feels like it’s always dolls with that team. And, uh, I tend to melt when I see my partner get undone like that. Yellow strands of Amber ready to be my squishy little...siiiiiiigh-ACK Get back here!”

Scarlett’s arms accidentally knocked her air tank off balance. She managed to catch it, but knocked over several stacks of tires in the process.

Big, monster truck, tires.

“Eeep..."

SQUIIIIIIIIIISH

“PLEEEEH!”

The tire on top of the stack fell on Scarlett’s head. The red head’s legs vanished under her, letting her butt absorb the mass and spread into a doughy mess. Her head flattened against her breasts face up, squishing the rest of her down to her hips, until her body was forced to spread out five feet while she flattened into a pancake.

Tires rained down around her, bouncing about while Lynn kept talking about Brook’s stuffed animals. Scarlett managed to blink herself back to her senses and take in her situation. “Ooof, squished again...let’s see if I can peel my arms off …”

Scarlett tried to push her arms up, but when they sprung up they were pleated like accordions. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I’m-”

POP

VRRRRR

Scarlett indeed sprung out of her pancake shape into a bouncing accordion, red and blue folds bouncing to a strange sound.

“What is that racket?” Lynn finally turned at Scarlett’s accordion noise. “Oh dear, are you okay? What happened?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “You missed that?! I knocked over half the tires and now-ULP!”

Naturally one of the tires bounced right into Scarlett’s mouth. Her accordion form bounced back, flipping her upside down and squishing her halfway down again. Having a tire inside her though, when she bounced up her body reshaped itself to fit its new shape. Her folds vanished. Her midsection thinned out and her body took a more inflated look, and she rounded out into more of a blue and red donut.

BOUNCE

Scarlett was now a big tire, slowly rolling towards Lynn. “Ooof...this is not usually how I roll.”

Lynn laughed and spun Scarlett around. She stopped with Scarlett facing away from her, then hopped onto Scarlett butt first. Lynn squished Scarlett until she was a thin red blob on the floor, but she spat out the tire from the force. When Lynn bounced up, Scarlett somehow did as well, fully restored.

Scarlett looked at her hands in amazement. “Whoa! How did you-”

Lynn went right back to work, as if she did the most casual restore job ever. “Like I was saying, Brook’s not bad, but I’ve always told her to focus on finishing the job. I’ve seen her restore from great catastrophes, but I’ve also seen her actually be a couch for the weekend. Like come on girl, where’s your burning spirit?! Don’t let everyone use your cushions!”

Scarlett laughed, going back to her tires. “You mean like you used yours on me? I’ve only ever seen Brook sleep through long transformations though. Granted that’s usually with friends like us.”

Lynn laughed. “Yeah. When I arrived I couldn’t find her. The next thing I know I’m sitting on her. She said it was the only way she could relax with me always training her to be the best.”

Scarlett laughed. “I guess it makes sense. Emi and Grace said that happened to them once too. They didn’t noticed they squished Brook messing around instead of a normal couch until the morning after.”

Lynn turned her head at that, hair whipping around. “Wait, I know she’s comfortable, but you mean she let them bounce on her and...”

CLANG

WHRRRRRRRRRR

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Lynn slipped and accidentally smacked her wrench into the thruster, activating it. She didn’t stop talking though, standing up and leaning against the machine as its flames roared to life, heating its exterior hundreds of degrees. Lynn wasn’t as melty as Scarlett, but her body was still no match for it. Globs of flesh and pink goo sweat down her form, running down her melting thighs. Lynn’s whole body was liquefying, sinking into two thick thigh pillars not unlike her short stacked form, but now spreading into a huge puddle. Her breasts absorbed most of her upper body while she melted, until they spilled out of what remained of her shirt, triggering the rest of her collapse into a pastel pink puddle on the floor.

“And that was the last time I let her-" *BLUB*BLUB*BLUB*

SPLOOOOOOOOSH

Scarlett, meanwhile, was breathing heavy watching Lynn’s meltdown. Her form rippled between her normal state and a red slime girl while she fought to control her lust having watched a cutie melt away..

“Aaaaah I think I know how to turn that off…”

She settled on a gooey shape to flow across the floor and around Lynn quickly. Scarlett solidified next to it and found the emergency stop button. The jet let out a low whrrrrrrrrr as it slowed to a stop, finally calming the flames.

It was Scarlett’s turn to chuckle while mopping up Lynn, dumping her fellow mechanic into a bucket and, shaking it up to to restore her, and finally responding. “I missed half of that, but agreed that Brook is way too easy going sometimes. Nice girl though.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Both women’s phones beeped notifications, prompting checks.

Scarlett gasped. “Oh shit, it’s how late?!”

Lynn’s arms dropped. “Uuuugh already? Man time flies when you work with a good mechanic.”

“Hey, we worked faster together though. I didn’t have to spend all afternoon unsquishing myself.”

Lynn smiled. “True. We’re done because I wasn’t squished against the floor for hours this time. Sounds like we both need to get moving.”

Scarlett nodded. “Yeah, I need to pick up my girlfriend from the after party.”

Lynn zipped to Scarlett’s side, leaning in with a mischievous look. “We both have to pick someone up there then. I’m supposed to meet Brook tonight. If our cars are both done, want to get them in style?”

Scarlett blinked. “What do you mean.”

Lynn pulled out a remote. “I learned this trick a while back with my friend Shi. She thought I would hate it but being a car sorta became a past time of mine.”

Scarlett blinked. “Wait, THAT Shi?”

Lynn didn’t acknowledge it, and pushed the remote. Her car roared to life, angled towards Lynn, and sped at her full speed.

Lynn didn’t try to get out of the way. Scarlett stared in awe as Lynn threw her arms up and shouted. “WOOOOOOOOO-MMMPH!”

GUUUUUUUUUULP

Lynn get her mouth wide enough the car drove right in. Her body stretched back, making her dump truck ass more literal than it was a moment ago. Lynn’s arms and legs got pulled in, her body fighting for form and punching in all directions around the car. It took some time, but the ball of colors Lynn stretched into around the car was calming down, resolving into the shape of the car. Her sunglasses were etched above the hood, her hood had her low cut tank painted on it, her body was pink, and her doors had a yellow racing stripe matching her jacket.

Lynn’s engine roared, and she turned back to Scarlett. “Well, what do you think? I’ve done 0 to 60 in 3 seconds like this on a good day.”

Scarlett’s mouth dropped open, beads of melty sweat forming on her. “Whoooooooooa!!! I’ve only done that by accident once or twice! That’s so coooool!”

Lynn’s headlight eyes blinked. “If you’ve done it once then you know it’s SO MUCH FUN!!!” Her engine roared with agreement. “It takes some practice to let yourself stretch around the car though and...hmmmmm, you know you ARE melting.”

Scarlett gave a dumb nod, all too aware she had lost herself. “Yeeeeeeeeeeah...your body morphing looks nice…”

Lynn rolled her eyes. “Well, at least I held on to your car’s remote.”

“Huh?”

Lynn’s grill smiled. “I told you I was adding a surprise for you!”

Scarlett turned, legs starting to sink into a puddle. She was in time to see her car also spring to life and lurch forward, coming straight at her.

“Heh...I’m too gooey to dodg-”

SPLOOOOOOSH

Scarlett’s own car drove through her, but slow enough the red slimey splatter stayed on top of it. Scarlett’s gooey body spread over the car, eventually solidifying over it like a mold…

“Huh...oh sweet I’m the car again!!!”

Lynn honked approval. “A little unorthodox, but you did it!”

Scarlett’s engine roared. “Awesome! I’m so going to goop Amber on the way home! I’m guessing you’re gonna do the same with Brook before you get home with her and...well I didn’t know she even had a girlfriend. How long have you been together?”

“HAH!” Lynn cackled at that one. “Oh dear me no, we’re certainly not dating. I should have told you earlier.”

Scarlett approximated raising an eyebrow, some of the car raising its profile. “Huh...I guess I never asked. How do you know her?”

Lynn turned towards the exit, engine roaring. “I’m her mother.”

“What?!”

WHAM!

Scarlett jumped, surprised enough her tires fell off and slamming her to the pavement.

Lynn meanwhile shook her tailpipe, and sped for the exit. “Race ya there!”

* * *

Amber walked out of the latest TF League after-party happily intact, surviving most of the event in one piece. Brook walked out with her holding a bright blue coat, with Trinity not being so lucky. They walked down the steps to the sidewalk, chit chatting.

“I still can’t believe you got Yuki like that. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her spread that far on the floor.”

Brook flopped her Trinity coat over her shoulder. “Eh, she likes it. Besides, after what she did to Trinity, she needed to get taken down a peg.”

Amber looked at the coat again, idly wondering how comfortable the streamer was. “True, true. Do you need a ride home? Honestly Scarlett’s driving might help Trinity out of that shape.”

“No I should be fine. If my ride’s late I’ll just walk a few blocks and-”

BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Both ladies stopped as a pink and yellow hot rod with deep cleavage painted on her hood peeled into the culdesac. Amber had no idea who it was, but when she turned to Brook it was clear she did.

“Hi hon! We were working late, figured I‘d collect you the fun way.”

Amber looked at Brook. “Holy shit your girlfriend’s hot! Don’t be ashamed of that, wow!”

Brook stood perfectly still. “That’s not...”

CRRRRRK

“A girlfriend…” CRACK

Amber blinked, watching cracks form in Brook’s body. She had never seen Brook look like she needed to hide like this before. “Wait, then who…?”

“Come on Brookie, before we’re late to get home for the late show! I’ve got your favorite blankie in the back, in case you need a nappy.”

“Oh gods please just stop talking!”

CRACK

Amber took a closer look at the car, hearing more cracks in Brook’s psyche. “Wait...that paint job does resemble you. Hair matches too. Why’s she talking about your-...Is that your mom transformed into a car?!”

Brook nodded. “Why can’t she be a normal paren-”

CRSSSSSSSSSSH

Brook’s embarrassment got to her mid sentence, shattering like a Brook piece of pottery into hundreds of yellow shards clattering on the ground.

Amber laughed. “Oh come on, so your mom’s cute. I just need to make sure Scarlett doesn’t get any ideas about-”

HOOOOOOOOOONK

A blue and red car spun along the road next to Lynn, with an even lower cut shirt painted on. Amber facepalmed.

“I made it! Hey no fair dropping that Brook knowledge bomb right when we were starting! I woulda won!”

“Oh please, I’ve been the fastest car in the League for years. You’re as bad as Sophie, complaining about my old stories. At least you don’t explode like she does.”

Scarlett’s engine roared. “Oh please. I bet you couldn’t goop Brook in the back seat if you tried.”

“Excuse me young lady, but I’m not in the business of ‘gooping’ my daughter. It’s a training exercise.”

Amber watched the two cute cars arguing, but wanted nothing to do with the talk. “Oh gods Scarlett’s going to get herself in trouble again. And she’s going to try and splatter me against her windshield...which is mostly fine but does she need to brag about it? How loud are they? The whole damn party’s going to hear this and…”

While Amber’s mind wanted to be anywhere but there, she forgot her subconscious could all but shrink her out of existence. She instinctively reduced her size to a foot tall, wanting to hide out of site until the two cars calmed down.

She did not consider they actually did draw the party out, and if you were here, you wanted to see a transformation.

“Oh hey there’s two cars!”

“Oh cool who are they?!”

“One’s Scarlett for sure but they’re both cute!”

“Should we find Amber?”

“Who cares I want to get inside that thing.”

RUUUUUUUUUMBLE

Amber turned to see the rush of people coming to check out the car. “Crap now they’ll all see this mess and...Why are they so tall? Oh no did I shrink by accident and-”

SPLAT

SQUISH

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH

Amber got trampled against the pavement HARD. Foot after foot stomped her flat against the ground, first spread eagle, then a blond coin, but her body couldn’t keep up. Ten people later Amber was reduced to a yellow splatter on the ground, not very different than used chewing gum. Surrounding her was a fine yellow gray powder, the remains of Brook’s shards getting trampled.

“Ooooooowww…I’ve been splattered better.”

”You think that’s bad?” The Brook dust responded, voice echoing from no place in particular. “Wait until they drive around with us stuck like this.”

Amber somehow wilted further into mush. “Uuuuugh...can we just agree to never let your mom and Scarlett ever talk cars?”

Brook’s dust burst into a cloud off the ground “OH MY GOD YES, PLEASE!”