Per Gridiron Diva- The GameThe home stadium for the Cleveland Dudleys was packed to the brim for the first game of the new football season. The fans were wearing the team colors of green and black with pride. T-shirts, jerseys, caps, banners, and more featuring the Cleveland Dudleys color scheme washed over the stands like a wave as everyone was ready and hyped for the big game. While the team had been dreadful the past few years, the anticipation of witnessing history, the 1st non-specialist female player in professional American football history, gave the crowd hope. No one was truly sure if this experiment would work, but everyone was anticipating finding out.Up in the press box, the broadcast team was going live on air. The camera focused in on the television commentary team of Dick Wilson and Sam Riddick. Dick was a wrinkled, stocky man with a toupee whose jowls jiggled with every slight movement of his head while his partner Sam was broad shouldered, square cut, and thick in the neck, indicating that he was a former player and there to provide color commentary while Dick would supply play-by-play. They both had forced smiles for the cameras, typical of schlocky commentary teams.“Hello and welcome to the beginning of another exciting season of FAOA Football! I’m Dick Wilson and alongside me is my partner in crime Sam Riddick.”“Great to be back with ya, DICK.” Sam responded, emphasizing the word ‘Dick’ a bit too much.“Ah ha ha…” Dick laughed off. While both men had bright smiles on their faces, you could see in their cold, dead eyes that they had a bitter resentment for one another. “This promises to be an intriguing home opener for the Cleveland Dudleys as they play host to the Tampa Vigilantes. The two teams with the worst records last season plan to square-off and turn around their fortunes, with each team taking decidedly different paths towards said goal.”“That’s right, DICK. The Vigilantes have had a strong off-season spending spree to up their corps of players, including signing star quarterback Josh Biff away from the Seattle Nomads, instantly turning the team from a laughingstock to a bona fide title contender.”“Right, and on the other side is the Dudleys making a huge splash late by signing the 1st woman to a non-specialist position in FAOA history, Hollywood actress Sonia Bridgeton, to be their starting quarterback.”“And that’s intriguing for many reasons. Outspoken Dudleys owner Nathaniel Ruckerton has been very vocal over his support and belief that this move instantly changes his team’s fortunes. But practices’ have been closed off to the media since the move, so no one really knows what to expect from Sonia Bridgeton.”“An interesting problem to have from the perspective of game planning, indeed. What are the keys to the game?”“Glad ya asked, DICK. For the Dudleys, it’s about establishing the ground game early on offense and limiting the bleeding on defense. Regardless of Bridgton’s ability, a strong ground game is ALWAYS a quarterback’s best friend to keeping the game balanced and manageable. Meanwhile, the young secondary has to find a way to limit the damage of Biff’s magnum arm, as he has proven over the years that he can score from anywhere on the field. As for the Vigilantes, it’s about establishing a rhythm on offense, and dialing up the pressure on defense. The playcalling early on should call for safe, high percentage throws to get that rhythm going, as we’ve all seen that even with an entire offseason, it can take time for a quarterback, no matter how talented, to adjust to his new team once the real games start. Meanwhile, the defense should bring the heat early and often on Bridgeton with exotic blitz packages. How she handles that pressure should go a long way to determining the outcome of this game.”“Good points, all around. We’ll be back after this 10 minute commercial break for 10 more minutes of us yakking- er I mean, PROVIDING in-depth analysis on today’s matchup leading to kickoff.”The booth’s producer cued the cameras to cut as he gave Dick an unapproving leer, which the broadcaster nervously smiled back in response.“Way to let that one slip, DICK.” Sam reprimanded with a smirk, relishing in Dick’s incompetence. The veteran broadcaster scowled at his booth partner in return.The locker rooms were beginning to clear out as the players took to the field to begin today’s matchup. The final player out of the Dudley’s locker room was quarterback Sonia Bridgeton. The bronzed beauty was in her issued team uniform, consisting of a black mesh jersey with the number 11 emblazoned in green on both the front and back, white slacks that went down to the knees, black socks that covered her shins, and green cleats; along with standard protective pads worn underneath it all. Gripping her helmet by its facemask, Sonia smiled and breathed deeply as she eyed the tunnel exit that lead to the field. The bright sun shined with a brilliance she had never seen and gave her the confidence that she was about to do something magnificent.“…I made it this far. Now I have to take the opportunity by the horns and seize it! I WILL become the role model that I envision! Just wait a little longer, Mom…”“Hey Sonia babe!”Snapped back to her senses, Sonia saw her girlfriend/assistant Eliza come out of the locker room furiously swapping through tabs open on her tablet. The stout redhead was wearing officially sanctioned Dudley coaching apparel, consisting of a white collared shirt with a green cursive D emblazoned on the right breast, black jogging shorts, knee high black socks with tennis shoes, and a black cap with the team’s logo. “The weather forecast calls for mostly sunny with a 30% chance of rain starting at 3. Now let’s briefly go over your plays, booty gal. Trips Right, Ankle Bite calls for you tooooooo…” Eliza intentionally trailed off, wanting Sonia to finish the statement. The QB had a pensive look.“Uhhhh… Throw to the open man…?”“*groan* While technically correct, you can’t just over simplify things like that!”“I-I’m sorry! It’s just a LOT to remember. But I’ve gotten loads better at throwing and handling snaps and such.”“Considering where you started, not much place to go but up…”“Huh. They let other chicks in here too? Gnarly.”Looking back, the two saw a broad chested man with big arms and a flowing blonde mane approach. Two blonde bimbos wearing skimpy cocktail dresses were wrapped around each arm while the man was wearing a white jersey with the number 1 printed in purple, matching the colors of the Tampa Vigilantes.“You must be that chick the media keeps going on about. Everyone’s asking about the new dame quarterback, but nothing about ME. Not cool, man. But hey, you’re pretty cute so I’ll let it slide this once. *WINK*”“Oh, isn’t Joshy the best!” One of the trophy gals cooed.“Not only is he a dreamboat, he’s SUPER nice too. Tee hee!”Eliza wore an enraged expression and looked ready to pounce on this pompous dude, but Sonia leaned in with a hush whisper.“I know how you feel, but we need to show some civility. We can’t let him get the better of us.” Sonia then turned back to her opponent with a forced smile. “You must be Josh Biff then.” Sonia extended her hand out for a shake.“That’s my name, don’t wear it out! Actually, say it as much as you want. I love the sound of my awesome name, almost as much as I love my bodacious biceps!”“What about us, Joshy?”“Well that goes without saying, you rad dames whose names I can never remember.”“Oh Joshy! *swoon*”“Now I got a football game to win.” Josh turned back to Sonia. “I’d offer you some primo real estate on my biceps after the game here, but I don’t allow LOSERS anywhere near these pecs. That goes for that ginger freak with you as well. Ha ha ha!” Josh Biff finally left with his women in tow. The gals were tee heeing the whole way. With his back turned, Sonia finally allowed herself to roll her eyes in disgust over Josh’s attitude.“Bleagh. What a pompous oaf... How can someone like that be considered the best in the sport? He’s certainly not the best role model, that’s for sure…”Having let out her steam, Sonia checked on Eliza and saw she was boiling red, with literal steam coming out of her noggin.“I am going to KILL that jerkface…! Call ME a freak, will he...!”“Now, now… Just imagine those cute blonde gals, with their mouths shut, draped around YOUR arms. Better?”“…Oh, so that’s how it is!” Eliza began to fume at Sonia. “If you think they’re so cute, why don’t you ask them out and dump little ol’ me in the trash!?”“Oh, don’t act jealous red booty. You were thinking the same thing, don’t deny it.”“Hmph!” Eliza pouted with her red cheeks puffed out and her arms crossed, facing away from Sonia. “Fine, I won’t. But I also won’t CONFIRM it, either.”Sonia grinned and rolled her eyes before leaning in close and giving her girlfriend a peck on the cheek.“Wish me luck, favorite booty.” Sonia cooed with a suggestive wink before walking towards the field, making sure to sway her wide hips with each step.Eliza was still red in the face, but her curt scowl was replaced with a euphoric grin and glazed over eyes. Even when wearing baggy slacks with padding, the ginger could watch Sonia’s tasty booty sway all day long. It was only once the diva was out of her view that Eliza snapped out of her lustful stupor.“…Huh? W-Wait! We still haven’t properly gone over the playbook! Wait for me!”“…And we’re underway as the Vigilantes kick off to the home town Dudleys. The ball is received in the endzone for a touchback. No exciting return today…”“But it’s a smart move, DICK. Now the Dudleys start from their own 25 with the whole playbook open to them. Only an amateur or fool would frown upon that, DICK.”“Right…”Meanwhile, one floor beneath the press box was the owner’s suite, where Mr. Ruckerton and a few of his colleagues from the Board of Directors where viewing the game in style. The slick billionaire had an ear to ear grin on his face as he smelled his Cuban cigar and soaked in the atmosphere.“Smell that, gents? That’s history in the making. That’s Miss Sonia Bridgeton walking out onto the field and making her FAOA debut for the entire world to see! Miss Bridgeton has already brought relevance and prestige back to this proud franchise. Her presence has caused all games this season and NEXT season to already be sold out, and of course she has the best-selling jersey in the league by far!”“Yeah yeah,” one annoyed colleague to Ruckerton’s right interrupted. “We’re well aware of the short-term benefits bringing in some floozy to play quarterback has provided to our bank accounts. It won’t mean squat if she can’t produce a good on-field product though…”“Ha! Just you wait and see, Debbie Downer! Today’s on-field product will knock your socks off! And I’m sure our humble Head of the Board agrees with me.”*MEOW* Mr. Snookums, the orange striped tabby cat who lead the Board of Directors, nodded in agreement before turning its attention to the freshly delivered plate of grilled salmon. The cat picked up the salmon in its front paws and nibbled it like corn on the cob.“*sigh*,” the colleague from before bemused to himself as Mr. Ruckerton patted the grinning cat. “How much would it take to bribe that cat off the Board, I wonder…”“Now what does Bumble Fumble call for you to do, bootylicious?”“Oh, will you stop quizzing me, babe?” Sonia reprimanded Eliza as she strapped on her helmet. “All I need is a clear head and I’ll do fine. You’ll see.”“Fiiiine… I know you’ll do your best, so knock ‘em dead!” Eliza encouraged by slapping Sonia’s butt.“Oooh! Feisty!”“T-That wasn’t feisty.” Eliza tried to wave off. “All the sports movie sidekicks do that, right?”“Uh huh. You sure you weren’t just getting a taste of sweet candy booooooty…?” Sonia teased with an enticing look as she leaned in to Eliza. The ginger had a coy smile.“…Maaaybe a little.” Eliza admitted holding her finger up to her chin.“Alright Bridgton, listen up.”The Dudleys’ Head Coach Benson made his way to his quarterback with a stern look on his face. The coach wore similar attire to Eliza, with the main difference that he had on a visor that showcased his dark fully shaved noggin.“I’ll be making all the play calls for you through your helmet’s mic. Just do what I say and we can make it through this without getting humiliated. Is that clear?”“C-Clear Coach.”“Good. Now get out there!”“Yes Coach!”Sonia jogged out onto the field to meet with her huddle. Benson just looked like he wanted to get this done and over with as soon as possible and go home. This indifference did not sit well with Eliza.“You know, you could stand to be more encouraging, bucko. You’re supposed to be a Coach, right? Then act like one!”Benson stared incredulously at his accuser before forming a curt response.“…Who the hell are you!? How’d you get past security?”Back to the field, Sonia entered her offense’s huddle and called out the play Benson had assigned to her.“Alright, fellas! We’ll be going with Drag 43 right!”“…So just a run up the gut?” her running back wanted clarification.“Basically. Now break!” Sonia rallied enthusiastically despite the conservative play call. Everyone got in their stance, With Sonia lined up directly behind her center.“Hut!” the QB barked as the ball was snapped and she handed it off. The running back was tackled at the line for no gain on the play.“Alright, we’ll do better next play!” Sonia encouraged her corps as she awaited the next play call. “…Drag 43 Right again? You can’t be serious.”“Hey!” Benson barked through the mic. “What did I tell you on the sideline?”“…To do everything you say?”“Bingo!” Benson rudely cut off communication, leaving Sonia in a predicament.“*sigh* We’re doing Drag 43 Right again.”“What, really?”Sonia just shrugged her shoulders, signaling she couldn’t do anything about it, leaving her teammates annoyed as they took their positions. The outcome of the play was the same as last time.Up in the suite, Ruckerton was getting restless. His colleague crossed his arms with a smirk.“Some quarterback you got there, Ruckerton. Coach won’t even let her throw the ball.”Ruckerton scanned over the crowd and saw their enthusiasm starting to wane. The thought of them getting bored and leaving before spending more money on poor quality food, warm beer, and tacky merchandise boiled the normally easygoing mogul’s blood to a fever pitch. He hastily reached for the receiver phone placed in his chair’s armrest.“Drag 43 Right AGAIN!?” Sonia complained to Benson in a baffled tone. “It didn’t work the first two times, why the hell would it work now? It’s 3rd and long, for goodness sake!”“Don’t give me lip, girl. Playing the field position game will aid us in the long run, so run the damn play before-”“BENSON!”“M-Mr. Ruckerton!? How’d you get ahold of this line?”“Why isn’t our star quarterback flinging the ball around!? The good people here didn’t pay to see a gardening show!”“Sir, if we play the field position game, we can dictate the pace of the-” “I don’t want to hear any excuses! Get Miss Bridgeton throwing that pigskin around on the double!” Ruckerton ordered before slamming the receiver down. The infuriated owner took a moment to calm himself before facing his colleagues with his usual confident grin. “Problem solved gents! Benson’s like a son to me; he’ll listen to reason.” “Ughhhhh…” Benson groaned as he conceded. “Fine, we’ll do this your way Bridgeton. Just a simple Screen Right. If it’s not open, throw it into the dirt. Whatever you do, DO NOT turn the ball over.”“Got it, Coach! Alright, Screen Right!”“It’s 3rd and long! Bridgeton’s lining up in shotgun formation with an empty backfield and a 3 bunch set to the right. The play clock is winding down and the crowd is amped up!”“(I hope you’re watching, Mom…)” Sonia thought with butterflies in her stomach. She knew this was her moment to prove that she had what it took to transform her life around. “Hike!”“And the ball is snapped high and WHOA! Bridgeton can’t get a hold of it!”“Nononono…!”Sonia panicked as the ball bobbled in her hands. She had worked so hard on this type of exchange all week leading up to the game and thought she had finally conquered it, but here she was, struggling to reign the ball in when it mattered most. Pushing her panic aside, the lithe quarterback concentrated and managed to assure her grip on the pigskin.“Phew…! Now I just…”Sonia’s face went a deathly pale as she took too long to gain control, allowing the entire opposing defensive line to break through and bear down on her.“Mommy…” was all she could moan before… *SQUELCH*“-and the entire d-line has crashed in on Bridgeton, forming a dog pile on top of her! And what’s this? Someone’s helmet along with the ball has sprung out of the pile!”“The play hasn’t been called dead DICK, that’s a live ball!”“One of the Vigilantes picks it up and walks into the endzone! Touchdown! Vigilantes strike first!”The crowd’s enthusiasm wanes as Tampa celebrates its points. Benson slams his visor to the ground and looks away from the field in disgust. While up in the suite, Ruckerton is staring wide-eyed at the events while his colleagues look for how he’ll justify this.“…She’ll get better. Gotta have a little suspense, after all. Keeps the people on the edge of their seats!”Back at the pile-up, the refs were clearing everyone away to free Sonia from the bottom. The two officials winced at the sight of the maligned quarterback as they signal for the Dudley’s medical staff in unison.Sonia lied face up, flattened out. The wafer thin athlete’s arms stuck out to the sides while her legs bent at the knees with her feet and shins pointing away. She wore a pain-induced grimace while her luscious black hair splayed out in all directions and frayed at the tips. This was going on the yearly FAOA blooper reel for sure. And no one on the medical staff knew how to react.“Outta the way! Move it or lose it!” Eliza bossed her way through the crowd and kneeled over her squashed girlfriend looking a bit concerned. “How’re ya holding up, bootylicious?”“I’ve been better…” Sonia managed to air through her teeth. “This all got picked up on national TV, didn’t it?”“Oh yeah. It’s probably already got millions views online as well…”“…”“But hey, don’t let it get you down.” Eliza encouraged. “It was just your first drive. Keep grinding away and you’ll break through!”Hearing this allowed Sonia to relax and crack a slight smile. The noise of the crowd also lifted her spirits. “Thanks, red booty.”“Not a problem! It’s what my red booty is for.”“Can you hurry this up a bit?” One of the refs ordered. “We still got a game to play here.”“Alright, Mr. Pushy…” Eliza complained before turning back to Sonia. “Looks like we need to expedite this moment. Give the crowd a thumbs-up to let ‘em know you’re ok.”“Right, just like in the movies…”“… And it looks like Bridgeton’s giving us a thumbs-up! That appendage’s flapping in the breeze, but it still counts! The crowd roars in relief as the medical staff rolls her up like an old used carpet and carries her off the field.”“The one thing to look for here, DICK, is how Sonia Bridgeton bounces back from this disastrous first drive. Can she settle down, or will she continue to fall FLAT? Ha!” Riddick amused himself with what he thought was sharp wit. Both Dick and their producer shook their heads in incredulous disapproval. “…What? I thought that was pretty good.”The producer slapped his forehead as he signaled for a commercial break, especially because Riddick forgot to cover his mic for that last line. The color commentator shrugged off the disapproval with a scoff.“Way to make an ass of yourself, Rid-DICK.”Dick blasted his colleague while insuring his mic was covered. His colleague looked bewildered in response.During the commercial break, Eliza got Sonia back to the bench and unfurled her. With the flat diva in place, the fiery ginger pulled out an air-pump from her cleavage and was set to work. To ensure that the cameras wouldn’t pick up any highlight worthy footage, Eliza ahead of time pre-set the pump’s airtank to the levels needed to fill Sonia’s frame. So all it took was one pump and, *pop*, Sonia filled right back up. Her curvy legs and booty, her slim stomach, her perky breasts, every body part returned to their regular proportions. Pulling the hose from her mouth, Sonia breathed a sigh of relief.“Alright, just gotta get my head back in the game…”“Attabooty!”“Bridgeton!”Sonia straightened her posture as Coach Benson approached. The befuddled man made no bones about his disapproval for what happened on the field.“Don’t worry, Coach! I’ll get us going in the right direction on the next drive, I swear!”“…If it were up to me, I’d tell you to hit the showers now and NEVER come back,” Benson fumed with a noticeable vein bulging from his bald head. “But obviously Mr. Ruckerton would have my head, so I’ll just say this: DO NOT TURN THE BALL OVER, if you know what’s good for you…”“Hey!” Eliza stood up in Sonia’s defense. “What’s your problem, buddy? That’s no way to treat one of your most important players, let alone a LADY. You don’t go on many dates, do you?”“You again…!? Why hasn’t security thrown you out?”“Uh, because she’s with me…?” Sonia pointed out, careful not to step on any eggshells.“…What!? YOU let her out here?”“Uh, yes… Is that a problem, Coach…?”“It’s… Ugh! Whatever! Just keep her outta the way…” Benson grumbled as he walked away in disgust. Eliza frowned back at the rude coach.“What a jerkface! He’s almost as bad as that Josh Biff dude…”“Yeah, but try to go easy him, babe…”“WHAT!? But he’s been such a jackass!”“Not that I disagree, but he has a lot on his plate, and my own screw-ups aren’t making it easier…”“Sonia…”“…Which is why I can’t let the Dudleys down! Time to get back to work!” Sonia stood up with her confidence back in full swing as she put her helmet back on. “Wish me luck, red booty?” Sonia appealed by wiggling her tasty booty back and forth for Eliza. The freckled gal’s lip curved in delight.“You got it!” *SLAP*“Oooh!” Sonia squeaked in delight. Her booty jiggled as she jogged to the field, thankful that her facemask obscured her biting her lip in pleasure. With luck hopefully on her side, Sonia was ready to get her team back in the game. But there was still a lot for her to endure…“…And we’re nearing the end of the 4th quarter with the Vigilantes holding on to a slim 7-0 lead over the Dudleys. Neither quarterback has been able to get any rhythm going.”“Right you are, DICK. Credit the defenses for holding their own, especially the Dudleys for keeping arguably the most dangerous quarterback in the league, Josh Biff, in check.”TV replay footage shows Biff numerous times being off on his throws and being very dismissive of that fact. It then shows him on the sideline with his personal cheerleading club of blondes where he shows more interest in posing for the cameras then on the game itself.“And on the other side, while Sonia Bridgeton has managed improve her protection of the ball since her first drive, the same can’t be said of her offensive line protecting her, as they have given up an astonishing 12 sacks today.”The replay footage then shows off a few of the sacks poor Sonia has been subjugated to throughout the day. One shows another pile up on top of her while she attempted to scramble out of the pocket. The result left her entirely compressed into her helmet with the exception of her feet. She then comically waddled back to the sideline where Eliza stretched her back to shape. Another shows Sonia scrambling towards the sideline before a defender pushes her hard out of bounds. The momentum caused her to roll head over heels at an incredible speed. The footage then cuts to Eliza having an argument with Coach Benson, when Benson suddenly notices something rapidly approaching and backs away from the ginger in fear. Eliza puts her hands on her hips and grins smugly, believing she got the better of the Coach when, *SQOOSH*, Sonia bowls over her distracted assistant. The flattened redhead wafts in the air a bit where the cameras can clearly see her already well endowed breasts and butt cheeks had spread out to three times their size.“******* JERKFACE!” the mics pic up Eliza cursing and they managed to beep her out as the girl settles in a flat heap.The final replay shows what had just happened on the play before the intermission. Sonia once again has no real protection and gets body slammed by seemingly the entire defensive unit of the Vigilantes. As if on repeat of her first pass of the day, the ball pops loose from the pile, one of the Vigilantes picks it up and runs it in for a touchdown. But the referee does not signal as such. Confused, the player looks down at the ball and is startled find out that he wasn’t holding the ball, but instead had possession of a football-shaped Sonia. The QB wore a worried expression as her eyes were unfocused and looking in different directions. Her open palm hands were held below her chin while the tips of her cleats made up the tips of the ball shape.“Is it strange to admit that this isn’t the first time in my life that I’ve been squashed into this particular shape…?” Sonia babbled without a clue of her surroundings while the Tampa player scratched his head in bewilderment.With all the distractions, one of the Dudleys grabbed the real ball and ran it back the other way before being pushed out of bounds 5 yards away from the endzone on the other side of the field. The crowd was cheering in excitement as the Dudleys were close to tying up the game. The Vigilante player in the other endzone slammed his ball in disgust, *SPLAT*, before realizing his error.“Whoops! S-Sorry, lady!”Sonia’s face was even more distressed as it was now splayed out, flat and round as a pancake. The rest of her body was smothered underneath in obvious discomfort. The player looked like he was gonna peel her up out of curiosity until…“You little-!”“Huh…? EEEK!”The player squealed as he saw a furious Eliza charge him with a blood-thirsty look in her eye. He immediately ran away with his arms in the air.“That’s right, you BETTER run!” the ginger chewed out before turning her attention to Sonia. “There’s not much time left… Looks like I’ll have to break my record…!”Eliza peeled up the Sonia flapjack and shoved her airpump’s hose through Sonia's facemask and into her mouth, casing the diva’s cheeks to puff and redden slightly. With her senses returning, Sonia looked on in worry over what plan her slightly crazed girlfriend was plotting.“I’m gonna over inflate you juuuuust a smidge, but don’t worry. I have everything under control!”“Mrrrrgh…!?” Sonia tried to protest. Her thoughts raced to how embarrassing it would be to be pumped up into a blimp or beach ball on national TV. No one would be able to take her seriously after something like that. So Sonia tried to squirm out of Eliza’s grip, but to no avail.Eliza’s hand reached for the pump and pushed down with all her might. The influx of air immediately puffed Sonia back into shape. With her eyes closed, Sonia assumed the worse, but was surprised with how quickly the airflow ceased. Cautiously opening her eyes, the budding athlete inspected herself and was pleasantly surprised, relatively speaking. Sonia noticed her breasts and butt were plumper than usual, her skin was taut, and there was enough air in her to cause her to float out in front of her favorite booty. She basically felt like a Sonia-shaped balloon, nothing TOO crazy. Embarrassed but relieved, Sonia sighed to herself; thankful that Eliza was true to her word. She now wouldn’t have to kill Eliza later; she was just going to give her a bop on the head.“Got you lined up and…” Eliza yanked the hose out of Sonia’s mouth, causing the excess air to expel and propel Sonia across the field.“WHOA!” the girl cried before landing hard on her stomach. “Oof! Never mind… that bop on the head just got upgraded into a full skull bashing…” Sonia seethed as she stood up and tried to regain her bearings.“Yo, Bridgeton!”One of Dudleys snapped Sonia out of her rant and got her to focus back on the huddle that she had been conveniently sent to by Eliza.“We only got 40 seconds left. What do we do?”“Uhhhhhhh…” Sonia stammered as she expected Coach Benson to phone her a play. However, Benson was so outraged with the previous play when it looked like a fumble that he threw his headset down and stormed back to the locker room, unaware that his team had maintained possession. Now on her own, Sonia had to think of something, and quick! “Okay! You 3! Line up to the left and run routes to the endzone!”“Uh, what kind? Drag route, slant route, crossing route…?”“Uh… Yes!” Sonia nervously replied, showing she relied a lot on her Coach making the decisions. Her player’s rolled their eyes and were set to get this over with. “Okay! Annnnnnnnnnnd… HUT!”“With the clock winding down, Bridgeton takes the snap and looks to her left. Everyone is blanketed and seemingly in disarray!”“Shoot…!” Sonia whimpered as she couldn’t find anyone open and knowing full well the edge rushers were closing in. “I can’t afford to get sandwiched here, not when the game and every little girl’s hopes and dreams are on the line… What do I…”The quarterback noticed something peculiar. Because the Vigilantes were so focused on blanketing the outside receivers, they left the entire middle of the field open. The only thing blockading Sonia’s path to the endzone was the wall of men at the line of scrimmage. It would take too long for her to go around and just as she was about to settle into futility, the slimmest of cracks in the line presented itself. As she was, Sonia wouldn’t fit through, but if she forced the issue… “Oooooh… This is gonna hurt like a mutha and be SOOOO embarrassing, but…”“-Bridgeton’s pushing into her line and- What’s this!? She’s squeezing through!?”*SQQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUIIIIISSSSSSSHHHHH* Sonia squished herself through the narrow crack in the literal wall of muscle and exited to the other side. Now flattened in profile, the quarterback awkwardly crossed the plane of the endzone while everyone else was distracted. The refs signaled touchdown and the crowd erupted in a triumphant roar.“Holy smokes! The ingenuity on display from Bridgeton is remarkable! We are an extra point attempt away from a tie ball game!”*WOOOOOOOOOOO* *SONIA* *SONIA* *SONIA*The crowd cheered and chanted in delirium, fully behind their team and quarterback. None louder than Mr. Ruckerton. “What did I tell you gents! Miss Bridgeton’s the future of not only this team, but of the entire football universe! And you all thought I was mad for bringing her on board.”“We still do…”“Bah! Some never learn…”*MEOW* Mr. Snookums nodded in agreement before turning back to its cup of tuna flavored sorbet and licking it in delight.With all the adulation and acceptance from the crowd, Sonia couldn’t help but shed a tear in gratitude as she awkwardly stood rigid in the endzone.“I did it… I proved I have what it takes to play against the big- OH GEEZ THE PAAAAAAAIN…!” Sonia was forced to cut her own speech short as her squashed body reached its limit. The cardboard flat QB fell and rattled against the ground. Eliza quickly jogged over, grabbed Sonia and held her rigid body under her arm."She'll be fine, folks!" Eliza tried to call out over the deafening crowd noise. "She's been wrung WAY worse than this before!"“…And with the game now tied up with 20 seconds left, the Vigilantes have the ball on their own 25. Biff takes the snap, looks to his right and rifles a dart to- It’s intercepted! Dudleys have the ball with a chance to win this in regulation!”The crowd erupted again as the Dudleys' field goal team went out to the field. Biff went to his sideline completely indifferent to the rage his coach and teammates felt for his careless play and selfishly continued to pose for the TV cameras with his entourage swooning for him the whole while. Back on the Dudleys sideline, Eliza was ecstatic.“WOO! That dumbass gifted us the game! C’mon bootylicious! Be more excited!”*pop* The final swell of air restored Sonia back to normal as the QB pulled the hose of Eliza’s air pump from her mouth.“…I am excited. It’s a just bit anticlimactic, don’t you think?”“Eh, not everything can have a Hollywood style ending, babe.”“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”“Hey, quarterback!”Sonia and Eliza turned and saw one of her teammate’s facing them.“You need to go out there and hold the ball for the kick.”“Huh?” Sonia asked quizzically. “But isn’t that YOUR job?”“Normally, but my pinkie toe is acting up, so I’m resting it. Hmph!”“Your pinkie toe!?” Eliza began in bewilderment. “What kind of wimp of a man are you!?”“I SAID I need rest! Hmph!”“Why you little-!”“Forget it Eliza. I’ll be more than happy to be holder.”“But you’ve never held the ball for a field goal before!”“How hard can it be? It’s just like taking a snap, yeah?”“She gets it!” the player chided Eliza with a smug grin. The freckle faced assistant leered back before turning back to her girlfriend.“Alright, no sense trying to convince ya otherwise… Knock ‘em dead, babe!” Eliza encouraged as she gave Sonia a quick peck on the cheek. Sonia winked in acknowledgment as she rushed out to the field while strapping her helmet on.“How about showing some of that love this way, for the sake of my poor pinkie toe.” the ‘injured’ player flirted to Eliza’s back, causing the freckle-faced gal to seethe. “I’ll show your pinkie toe some love, all right!” Eliza shot back and stomped the man’s foot.“Arghhhhh!”“This will be the final play of regulation folks as the Dudleys line up and- What’s this!? There’s been a last second substitution. Sonia Bridgeton is set to hold the kick!”“It’ll be interesting to see how she fares, DICK. With no previous practice, can Bridgeton handle the pressure, or will she fall limp like you in bed?”“You rotten-!”The commentary and booth feed are abruptly cut as the last image the TV audience saw was Dick beginning to strangle his out of line cohort. The cameras shooting the game however kept rolling. “(Ok, Sonia gal…)” Sonia deliberated internally as she knelt down to get herself in position to receive the snap. “(This is no different than receiving a shotgun snap… Just remain calm, don’t remind yourself that if you mishandle this snap that it could cost your team the game and- Geh! Me and my big internal mouth… Just don’t mishandle the snap, all right? You got this… You got this…)”Time slowed down as the ball shot from the center’s hands. The roar of the crowd, the grunts of the players, the swirling air whisking around the ball… Sonia was deaf to it all. All she concentrated on was handling the snap. The ball flew closer and closer and closer… This was it. The moment of truth. Sonia girded herself, extended and opened her palms wide. She waited and waited annnnnnnnnnd… Caught the ball and placed it into kicking position without incident.“(I did it… I DID IT!)” Sonia beamed on the inside. (I’ve messed up a whole bunch in this game, but when it counted the most, I proved I could pull through! Every young girl in search of a role model can look to today and see that if you persevere through adversity, no matter how humiliating and painful,-)”Sonia got so caught up in placing the ball in position for it to be kicked, that she actually forgot to ONLY hold the ball up with the tip of her finger, instead gripping on it tightly. So when the ball got kicked into the air, Sonia became an unwilling participant for the ride to the goal posts.“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the quarterback flew with the ball in her grasp as she and the ball were flung into the net set up behind the posts to prevent the ball from going into the crowd. The refs raised their arms high, signaling a successful field goal attempt, and thus confirming the Dudleys had won the game. The net stretched and tensed as Sonia’s momentum burrowed her deeply in until, *BOING*, the net flung Sonia back and sent her flying high above the field. While the crowd was cheering and wooing over the victory, Sonia was a hysterical mess, whipping her arms in vain as she continued her flight.“Wahhhhh! I think we won, but still…! WAAAAAAH!”As she flew, it became increasingly clear that Sonia was NOT going to receive a safe landing. Instead…*CRASH* Sonia slammed into the electronic scoreboard held above the opposite endzone. “BZZZAAAZAZAZAZAZAZA…!”Electricity coursed through Sonia’s veins as her body lit up like a Christmas tree; exposing her skeleton. This went on for an uncomfortable length of time as the crowd stood dead silent, too stupefied to react. This even included Mr. Ruckerton. Everyone in the suite box looked forward to his reaction.“…Well on the bright side, we won, just as I predicted! Our merch sales and broadcasting ratings are through the roof, and if her movies are anything to go by, Miss Sonia is one tough nut to crack! She’ll be fine! Ain’t that right, Mr. Snookums?”Ruckerton looked over to his tabby cat for reassurance. But the cat just raised its paws and shrugged, not looking too confident in Sonia’s chances.“Ah ha ha… Silly kitty…”Hours had passed. The stadium was cleared out of fans, players, and personnel, but a crispy Sonia remained affixed to the scoreboard like a bug against a windshield with seemingly no respite in sight.“I’m coming to get ya, bootylicious!”Thankfully that was not to be the case as Eliza drove a scissor lift beneath the scoreboard and raised the work platform to Sonia’s position.“Sorry for the wait. The stadium personnel crew kept me at bay saying a certain amount of time must pass after the stadium’s cleared before machinery can be operated, blah blah blah bureaucratic nonsense, blah blah blah. But nevermind that! Time to save your sweet- bleagh!”Eliza winced at the state her girlfriend was in. Sonia was charred and soot covered with her hair standing on end. Due to the extreme heat of her electrocution, her uniform had been disintegrated, leaving her in nothing but her sports bra and panties. Cautiously, the ginger reached out and griped Sonia by her sides to get a feel for how she was. Nothing too unusual. Everything had been powered down for a while, so there was no fear of being electrocuted as well. Eliza breathed a sigh of relief as she confirmed that Sonia wasn’t goopy, allowing her to continue pulling her out. Her hands then reached around and felt Sonia’s tasty booty. In Eliza’s mind, she justified this by telling herself that she had to thoroughly examine Sonia’s state in order to insure her safety, but the lustful glint in her auburn eyes and the biting of her lower lip indicated otherwise.“Less playing, more saving…” Sonia lightly scolded as she was coming to. Eliza nervously giggled before doing what she was told, bringing Sonia onto the platform. She held Sonia up and pushed her hair back down to its natural position, breathing a sigh of relief to see it was still attached to her head.“How many fingers am I holding up, babe?” Eliza quizzed to get a read on Sonia’s progress. The quarterback still had a woozy look as she squinted at Eliza’s hand.“Uh… 12…?”Eliza awkwardly looked at her hand, which was only holding up two fingers.“Eh… Close enough. Can you stand? If not, don’t be afraid to lean on your favorite booty. LITERALLY if you’d like, heh…” Both Eliza and Sonia had redness in their cheeks and sly grins on their lips“Hee…! Oh, stop… *sigh* I did it, Eliza… I did it.”“Yeah. We’re all proud of ya. Me, all those young girls with a fancy new role model…”“I was far from perfect. And I know for a fact my body can’t withstand this kind of beating every Sunday for the next five months… But if I just take it one day at a time, I know I can truly become the role model I envision.”“And I’ll be there supporting ya every step of the way!”“Mhm. Thanks, favorite booty…” Sonia whispered into Eliza’s ear as she gave the ginger a gentle kiss on the lips. Eliza’s eyes glazed over and her freckled cheeks grew redder in response. “Like that, red booty…?” Sonia cooed in a sultry tone. Eliza nodded emphatically. “Well, you’re not gonna like this next part!”*WHACK* Sonia balled her fist and walloped Eliza on the noggin. So hard was her strike that Eliza’s head compressed into her chest cavity, expanding her already bountiful bosom even further and stretching her t-shirt to its absolute limit.“That’s for your little inflation trick earlier!” Sonia crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue to the reeling Eliza. The redhead swung her arms wildly as she tried to regain her bearings with basically no head. “Oh quit pouting!” Sonia chastised. “You know full well you had this com-”In Eliza’s fit, she inadvertently backed her plump rear into one the platform’s control panel levers. This sharply leaned the platform to the side Eliza was standing at, flinging Sonia into Eliza and sending both ladies plummeting 50 feet to the cold, hard concrete concourse below.*WAAAAAAAAAAH* *SPLAAAAAAAAT* Holding on to each other tight, both gals collided with the ground head first, compressing out wide from the impact. Their grip insured that their parts pressed up and against each other as they spread and fused into one ultra-thin, extra-large pancake. Sonia’s bare soles rested uncomfortably atop her panty-clad booty as her toes curled up so they weren’t brushing up against Eliza’s sneakers. Sonia was fully conscious of her unfortunate predicament and while she felt mortified, she was also strangely aroused at the same time. Being a woman flapjack was a painful and humiliating experience (One she was all too familiar with), but having her breasts, her belly, and her ‘area’ pressed tight against her beloved girlfriend’s respective parts was all too pleasant to ignore. She could also hear Eliza groaning and could tell it was partly from her brains being a scrambled mess and partly from enjoying every second of this closeness. Seeing as no one would find them in the near future, Sonia was resigned to making the most out of this unusual experience. There were worse ways to be a pancake, she thought.