"Welcome everyone, to the first ever Saint Giga's Charity Event!"
A sizable crowd of people had gathered in the park to watch the coming events unfold. Standing in front of the crowd was a group of college-aged women, each one standing inside of identical contraptions. These contraptions consisted of two rectangular panes of plexiglass, each one about 7 feet tall and 5 feet wide, connected by bars at the four corners of each of the sheets. Each mechanism was connected to a motor which rested to the side of its respective machine, and every motor was ready to spring into action at the press of a button. On top of the motors were slots to put money into, like one would find on a vending machine. The women stood between the panes of their respective machines, some looking nervous, others confident, and one was particularly excited.
An announcer continued to call out to the crowd after his initial welcoming of the crowd. "This afternoon, these lovely ladies will have their fundraising skills put on trial! Each of these girls pledged to raise a certain amount of money for Saint Giga's Charity. Those who raised the sufficient amount of money get free swag, such as a nice water bottle and a t-shirt explaining how much they raised for the good of those less fortunate!"
The audience applauded and cheered as some of the prizes were held up by a female assistant to the announcer who was decked out in an outfit promoting the charity. She did the job of catching the eyes of the audience very well; at least, she was amazing at catching the eyes of most of the male audience, with her wavy blonde hair, buxom chest, and short shorts. She bounced up and down as she showed off the items, which in turn showed off her own assets.
"Don't forget, you can buy these items without having donated, and all the proceeds will go to the charity!" The announcer said after a few minutes of allowing his assistant to show of the goods. "Now, if a certain lady were to not raise the amount she promised..." The announcer trailed off as he followed the assistant to one of the plexiglass contraptions that had been left unoccupied. The woman, after stepping in between the two panes of glass, put her hands up to the sides of her face and acted as though she were gasping at something completely shocking. She gave her expression a bit of extra cheesiness to give the audience a chuckle, while internally she was bracing for what was about to come next.
The announcer pressed a button on the motor, and the mechanism instantly sprang to life. A few of the audience members let out genuine gasps as the panes of plexiglass closed in on the assistant in less than a second. At first, only the people at the edges of the crowd could tell what had happened, but soon it became apparent to everyone what had become of the attractive woman. The panes of plexiglass had closed in on her, crushing her instantly between them. She retained the same pose that she had been making before the panes closed in on her, making it hard to tell that anything had changed for someone looking at her head on. The only difference was that her expression looked a bit more sincere after the flattening than before.
After a slight struggle, the announcer managed to turn the machine to its side, revealing that the space between the two panes, and therefore the space that the blonde now occupied, probably wasn't even thick enough to put paper in between. The audience oooh'd and aaaah'd at the spectacle, some laughing at the woman's predicament and others just strangely fascinated.
"Whew..." The announcer panted from the effort exerted from rotating the mechanism. "As Lexi so kindly demonstrated for you, this is what will happen to those ladies who don't keep their promises to raise their promised amount of money! Now, you may be thinking, isn't all this a bit harsh? Well, I can assure you it's for a good cause! You see, that's where these come in!" He directed the audience's attention to the tops of the motors, which housed the money slot of the machine.
"Since any lady unlucky enough to be sandwichified by our machines is clearly too untrustworthy to be expected to raise the rest of her pledge, this little machine ensures that she'll do her part to finish what she started, and more! You see, the pressure of the machine will only let up if the remainder of the donor's goal is donated by other people. That's right, if one of these girls gets stuck between a hard place and another hard place, it's up to you, the people, to free her by paying the rest of her pledge!" The audience talked among themselves, and the announcer patiently waited for the murmurs to die down before continuing.
"Of course, for those who are feeling a bit more devious, but still want to donate for a good cause, there's another solution! On this little control panel above the slot where you deposit money, you can choose to add to the amount that the girl needs to relieve her pressure! So, for example, if Lexi was short $30 on her pledge, and I decided that she looks pretty without a third dimension, I could donate $50 to make it so that other, more kind-hearted people need to donate a total of $80 to separate the panes!" The murmurs of the crowd once again picked up before the announcer could carry on.
The announcer raised his hands, which quieted down the now fully attentive crowd. He then continued, "There's also an extra option that you can choose to select if you donate to add to the woman's debt. Let's see what happens when I put money into the machine and select the "Get Thinner!" option on the control panel!" The announcer touched the touched screened of the control panel a couple of times before putting some money into the slot. This caused the motor to once again whir. Though the effect on the mechanism of the machine couldn't be directly observed, the effect on Lexi was apparent. Lexi's body got imperceptibly thinner, but noticeably wider as the contraption did its job. Lexi's mouth went from being about the size of a golf ball to being a bit bigger than the size of a softball, her nose widened out to twice its width, and her eyes seemed to become bigger and more cartoon like within seconds. The rest of her body followed suit, spreading out to make it seem like Lexi was some sort of oddly-proportioned Amazonian woman by the time the motor stopped running.
The announcer had to once again wait for the audience to stop chattering before carrying on. "If you thought that the default setting was as thin as a woman can get, then think again! With one simple donation, you can increase the pressure that the motor exerts of the plexiglass panes, thereby squeezing the woman within even more tightly than she was before! As Lexi has demonstrated, this may cause some... spreading out in the subject, seeing as how her mass had no where else to go. Now, this is really only to show what would happen after many increases in pressure. This particular instrument is tuned so that it has a massive increase in pressure, however, most of these machines only increase the pressure small amounts at a time. This means that if you want a girl to be as spread out as Lexi over here, you'll have to donate a lot more, and you'll be able to watch as your girl gradually spreads out to as wide as she can get!"
The announcer waited for the crowd's reaction before wrapping up his demonstration. "Well, as fun as that is, eventually every girl will be freed." With that, the announcer entered a code on the control panel of the motor. The machine dinged, the motor hummed, and the plexiglass panes slowly redacted. Despite the fact that Lexi was no longer being confined by the panes, she was still just as flat as before. Her back stuck to the panel behind her for a few seconds, before she naturally peeled off of it and fell to the ground in a crumpled up pile of herself.
"Don't worry ladies, we'll make sure that once you've met your goal, you'll be sent to the restoration clinic ASAP," the announcer explained as he grabbed the now sheet-like Lexi and began to roll her up in his hands. He held up the scroll of hot assistant and called out to the crowd, "Let's give Lexi a huge round of applause!" The crowd obliged, and he unceremoniously stuffed the rolled up blonde in his pocket as he prepared to get on with the rest of the event.
The announcer proceeded to the groups of girls standing in their machines. For each one, he would ask for their name and for them to tell the crowd a little bit about themselves. Then, with a drum roll emanating from the stage's loudspeakers, the amount that the girl raised would appear on the panel of the machine, and the announcer would tell the crowd how much the girl pledged. The first
three girls, breathing sighs of relief, got off scot-free, having raised enough money to avoid the squeezing of a lifetime. Then the announcer got to Ashley.
Ashley, a tall and athletic junior in college, wore a pair of red gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail to highlight the nature of her active lifestyle. Her blue eyes looked around nervously, disclosing the fact that she was nervous about what was about to happen.
The announcer approached Ashley and asked, "And what, pray tell, is your name?"
"It's Ashley. Or just Ash. I'm on the tennis team. My favorite things are exercise and eating. Look, can we just get this over with?" She was clearly dreading what was to come.
"Oh, if you say so! You must have somewhere to be..." The announcer pressed a button on the panel, which displayed $500. "Ah, quite a generous sum for you to raise! And you raised..." The announcer squinted as he looked through the list of amounts that the girls had raised. "Oh. Well, I hope that you didn't have anywhere to be, because you only raised $45! What happened?"
Ashley let out an exasperated sigh and answered, "I don't know... Every time I tried to get someone to sponsor me, someone else would swoop in and convince the sponsor to pay for them instead of me! I must have just gotten terrible luck or something..."
If there were any members of the audience that weren't paying attention to Ashley at that point, they might have noticed another girl, who happened to be from a very wealthy family, down the way snickering to herself as she listened to Ashley explain how she "unluckily" got cheated out of every sponsor.
"Well Ashley, luck or no, you didn't raise the money, and you know what that means!" the announcer exclaimed as he theatrically approached the button on Ashley's device.
Ashley let out another sigh, "Yeah, I guess not." She put on a brave face as she braced herself for what was about to happen.
The announcer pressed the button, and the plexiglass panes of the machine crushed Ashley instantly between them. As Ashley felt the force of the machine press her into a pancake, her courageous face began to instinctively morph into more of an uncomfortable expression. However, with the speed of the pressing, she didn't have time for her expression to fully change, so, as she stood between the two panes of plexiglass in front of the crowd of people, her face was frozen in an awkward, unbecoming transitional phase between two expressions.
The audience adored this goofy mix of emotions, leaving some cheering, some clapping, but most laughing at Ashley's misfortune. The one laughing hardest, however, was the girl who had been snickering from her machine earlier. Though she did find Ashley's new form humorous, she was laughing more at the fact that she had been the one sabotaging Ashley from the start as revenge for not inviting her to her birthday party when they were 7. The girl briefly pondered whether it was healthy to hold a grudge for that long, before bending over to get a better view of Ashley and laughing again.
As for the rest of Ashley's body, she had flinched slightly at the panes coming at her. She tried to maintain good posture, but her shoulders shot up reflexively at the rapidly approaching panes, and her hands were stuck in a partially clenched state. This flinching caused her short shirt to come up a little bit, revealing part of her toned, athletic stomach. As for below her waist, her right leg had remained in place, but her left leg had turned to the side. All of the fans of legs in the audience blushed, as the right leg displayed the front of one of her legs and a gorgeous view of the side of her other leg.
Ashley, in the meantime, was burning with indignation. So unfair! she thought to herself, I tried so hard to raise that money! This isn't even my fault! And I tried so hard to keep a straight face! At least then I would have been spared some dignity! Stupid reflexes! At least the rest of the tennis team will get me out pretty quick... After they take a bunch of selfies with me... She tried in vain to struggle against the machine and move at all, but found that she couldn't move an inch. The machine's grip was just too tight to be able to even move her eyes around. She regretted her overachieving nature as she remembered how much she had signed up to raise.
"And there you have it folks, our first failure! Gotta say, as much as I love raising money for charity, I really hope there's more where that came from!" The announcer went on to the next girl as the audience calmed down, some still snickering at Ashley.
"So miss, what's your name?" The announcer asked the next girl.
"It's Tatiana." The girl replied. Short, round-faced, and busty, Tatiana grinned and waved at the audience. She wore a combination of a low-cut shirt and a pair of black yoga pants. Unlike Ashley, Tatiana was a bit out of shape, but not so much that her curves weren't noticeable. She wore a grin of confidence as she told the audience about herself. "I help write the university's newspaper, I love kids, and I absolutely adore charity work! It's so fulfilling, you know?"
The announcer smiled at her. "I'm sure you do, Tatiana. Now, let's see the results of your fund-raising!" The announcer pressed the button on the panel, which displayed an amount of $65,000.
Tatiana's smile dropped to be replaced by a perplexed look. "W-wait, why does that say 65,000?"
The announcer continued with his spiel, reading off his list, "Sorry Tatiana, but it looks like you only raised a mere $750 of your $65,000 goal! Quite a bit of money, but what a bummer that you weren't anywhere near the goal! What made you think you could raise all that money anyway?"
Tatiana looked around, confused. "That's not what I put in on the site! I only put in 650! There must be some kind of mistake with what you wrote down or something, I'm sure I didn't put down that much money!"
"Well, let's see here..." The announcer shuffled through the stack of papers that he had under his list. "Ah, here it is! We printed out screen shots of the pledges in case of something like this. Let's see... Nope, it definitely says 65,000 on here."
"Let me see that!" Tatiana snatched the paper from the announcer's hand and held it close to her face, squinting and closely examining it. "Oh, I see the problem!" Tatiana said, "I thought that this amount included cents! I meant to put $650.00, as in 650 dollars and zero cents! Cool! Well, sorry to trouble you like that, but now that that's settled we can get to the next person!" Tatiana smiled as she handed the paper back to the announcer.
"Well, actually..." The announcer seemed slightly awkward as he took back the paper. "We were kind of expecting this amount to be raised... I mean, you did promise to get us this much money. And, in the online agreement that you gave your electronic signature on, you agreed to raise this amount or face legal repercussions..."
Tatiana looked at the announcer nervously. "You can't be serious. You really want me to get squished in between these things until all that money is raised? Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous?"
While the two conversed, the announcer slowly sidled toward the control panel of the machine.
"Well, Tatiana, didn't you say that you 'absolutely adore' helping charities?" The announcer said once he was within his arm's reach of the control panel.
Tatiana seemed a bit flustered by this, and she turned towards the audience as she replied, "I mean, of course I do! But-"
"Oh, great!" The announcer quickly interrupted her as he pressed the button in the blink of an eye.
Tatiana saw him press the button out of the corner of her eye at the very last second. In an effort to escape, she held out her arm forward, but it was met with only the plexiglass rushing forward and squishing her body. She let out a whimper as she felt her soft body become completely enclosed by the two panes, preserving her in her brief moment of panic before her moment of fate.
Tatiana's arms were plastered onto the front of her new form, as she had stuck them out in an effort to try and stop the presses from closing in on her, her palms facing out towards the audience. Despite her arms being the front-most part of her flat body, her sizable cleavage was still visible between where her hands had be squished into her chest. The rest of Tatiana's body adopted a reflexive, defensive stance. Her face looked a lot like Lexi's fake shocked look, but this time everyone could tell that Tatiana's expression was the real deal. Her mouth had been frozen open in a look of surprise, like she wanted to object one last time before she got flattened within the forceful contraption, and her eyes were wide with shock.
The audience once again laughed as they witnessed another girl get sandwiched. This time, however, there were also murmurs among the crowd about how long it would take for her to get all that money raised and about whether more people would donate to free her or to keep her flattened in the machine.
"Well Tatiana, I hope you've learned a valuable lesson about carefulness today! On the bright side, you must be elated to here that you're one of the biggest donors to the charity ever! As a lover of philanthropy, you must be ecstatic in there! Everyone give it up for Tatiana!" The announcer called out to the crowd, and every cheered.
Oh come on, are you freaking kidding me? This is just my luck, having to wait here until people raise enough money for me... Ugh! So unfair! Tatiana thought to herself. I guess it's good that the money is going to a good cause, though I can't say it's much of a consolation... Tatiana's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she thought of what she had become. I can't believe I actually got turned into a dumb poster like this! This wasn't supposed to happen! I even raised more that I thought I needed! And of course I had t make this stupid face to be stuck in the whole time. Damn it! I want a redo!
After the applause from the audience died down, the announcer encouraged the audience to donate for Tatiana before moving on to the next girl. The next three girls were relatively uneventful. The second of the three didn't meet her goal, but she only missed it by $10, so she just smiled and waved at the crowd as she was crushed, leaving Ashley and Tatiana jealous of what would probably be a relatively quick stay.
After the third girl in series of relatively unremarkable cases was the girl who had been laughing at Ashley's predicament earlier. She stood in her high quality skirt, looking around with her thick-rimmed glasses and bearing a smug grin. After having swiped all of Ashley's potential sponsors out from under her nose, she was sure she had raised enough money.
The announcer walked over to her and said, "Oh, this one looks confident! Would you mind telling us your name and a little bit about yourself?"
The girl replied, "My name is Holly," she said with a grin, "I like to go on every social media site imaginable and I love coffee."
"I'm sure many people here would agree with you on that. Now, let's just see how you did for your donation!" The announcer walked over to the panel and revealed the amount of money Holly had pledged. "Ah, looks like you pledged $500, just like Ashley did back there! Let's see if you did better than her!"
Holly's smug smile grew as the announcer looked down his list to find Holly's name.
"Wow! Holly, you raised $1,530! What a champ! Everyone give it up for her!" The audience all applauded and cheered at the massive donation from Holly. The announcer continued after the audience quieted down a bit, "So, Holly, what motivated you to donate so much."
"Revenge." Holly replied matter-of-factly.
The announcer and audience gave Holly confused stares.
"Oh, uh, did I say revenge? I meant, um, philanthropy. I get the two mixed up sometimes." Holly stood there awkwardly, before putting on a fake smile.
The announcer looked back at the audience. "Um, alrighty then. I guess it's not that important what motivated you, just the fact that you donated so much really means a lot for those in need! Plus, you won't have to feel the wrath of this baby!" The announcer gave the panel of Holly's machine a firm pat. In response, the machine started humming loudly for a couple of seconds, clearly struggling with something. Everyone in the vicinity started to get concerned as the machine went from humming to emitting sparks in a foreboding manner.
Holly gave the obviously malfunctioning machine a confused look. "Uhh, is that supposed to happen?"
"No. No it is-"
*WHAM*
The announcer, along with most of the audience, jumped in shock as plates of the machine crashed into each other at breakneck speeds. Holly, meanwhile, got about an eighth of the way through a jump of shock, as the plates crushed her at about twice the speed of the other plates. The contraption had caught her at the peak of her confusion, leaving her face frozen in a befuddled expression between the plates. Underneath her eyebrows, one raised and one lower, her bespectacled eyes were wide with disbelief, and her mouth was half open in an effort to understand what was happening. Her face actually reflected her mood at the time; the prospect of succumbing to the flattening of the machines was so unlikely to her that she didn't register the obvious conclusion that she had been crushed between the panes.
As the audience looked on in surprise, the machine groaned and the panes retracted. Holly remained upright, stuck to the back pane as a consequence of the force of her squishing.
The announcer examined the still-malfunctioned machine, then said to Holly, "Oh, gosh. So, so sorry about that Holly, every once in a while-"
*WHAM*
Everyone jumped again as the machine once again slammed Holly in between its panes. This time, Holly knew exactly what the sudden pressing sensation meant. What the hell? This is bullshit! she thought to herself as she felt herself go from flat to even flatter. The force of the second impact had not only made Holly's paper-doll like body even thinner, but had also spread out Holly's mass across the frame. Her features were slightly distorted, everything looked wider and taller than it had been. Holly felt the panes retract once again, wondering if she was just imagining the fact that they had retreated earlier than the first time.
"Oh man, this isn't-" The announcer was interrupted yet again by the machine's loud crashing. Holly was once again crushed by the machine, with a similar outcome to the last pressing. Holly was squished thinner and flatter than the last time, and before Holly could even register how spread out she had become, the machine retracted its panes and slammed into her again. The motor hummed loudly, groaning with effort as it went into overdrive. The plexiglass panels sandwiched Holly between them at full power over and over and over again, each time distorting Holly's thin form within them further.
The audience simply watched in astonishment as Holly got wider and wider. The announcer was also simply watching for a few seconds, before pulling out a two way radio and talking to someone on it. After a few minutes the loud clanging of the machine, the struggles of the motor, and the murmur of the audience, a man with a toolkit walked onto the stage. Taking a moment to examine the machine, he gave the motor a swift kick. The motor sputtered and died out, ending its cycle of squishing with the panes closed in on Holly. The man gave a thumbs up and received a round of applause from the crowd as he walked off the stage. The audience then turned their attention to Holly, who they just now got to get a good look at.
Holly now seemed more like a color palette of herself rather than the real deal. Her body now covered the entire surface area of the plexiglass panes and then some; her body had been spread out so much by the pressings that the edges of her now rectangular body were sticking out of the sides of the panes. Holly's body had been smeared by the machine to the point that all her features where now just blobs of the most prominent color that each particular area happened to be. The section of the mosaic that Holly had become near the floor of the stage was white from the white shoes she was wearing, then above that was skin tone from her exposed legs, then blue from her skirt, white from her shirt. Above that was mostly skin tone from her face, with a faint pink splotch that was Holly's mouth and two black, oblong shapes that were her eyes. At the top, an partially sticking out, was the black of her hair.
However, even the color palette description of her body was not quite apt. The machine had spread Holly so thin that she was partially transparent. This caused the colors of her body to be slightly lighter than they were when she was more three-dimensional. The parts of her that had been pushed out of the sides of the machine were a bit more solidly colored than the rest of her. Holly was so disoriented by the intense experience that she wouldn't be able to form a coherent thought until hours later, at which point she cursed the manufacturers of her machine.
The announcer, amazed at the thinness of the unlucky girl, put his hand on one side of the closed contraption and then looked at it through the other side. The audience, in turn, was amazed, none of them realizing that one girl could get so thin. After a few more minutes of the audience talking among themselves, the announcer spoke up once again.
"Well, uh, these things do happen!" He gave a phony smile to the audience, hoping to get a laugh. "Anyway, don't worry about Holly folks, we will... think of something... about that whole... situation..." The announcer gave Holly's see-through body another look as he found himself lost for words. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Shoot, we only have this place rented out for a limited time! We gotta get this show on the road! Onto the lovely lady!" He suddenly seemed to have all his theatrics back as he moved on down the row. All the other women donors who hadn't had their turn yet looked at each other nervously, hoping that what just happened wouldn't happen to them.
All the women, that is, except for one. Meg had watched Holly's intense squishing with an unmatched fascination. Witnessing Holly, Tatiana, and Ashley's fates, Meg almost had second thoughts about what she had done up to this point, but, remembering that this could be a once in a lifetime experience, decided that she wouldn't regret what would happen.
Going down the line, most of the other donors had met their goals. Meg blushed with anticipation as the announcer approached her. She got lost in thought as she imagined what the fulfillment of her deepest, most obscure fantasy would feel like.
The announcer coughed, "I said, what's your name? Sorry, but we are on a time limit here."
Meg snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, god, s-sorry. I'm Meg. I... don't really do much of anything. Heh, heh..." Meg looked nervously around the crowd, just now realizing that she was just about to have what might be the most sexually satisfying experience of her life in front of a huge crowd of people. There's no backing down now, I might as well go all the way with this... she thought to herself.
"Well, apparently you like going to the beach, because you seem to be wearing a swimsuit!" Flustered, the announcer pointed out the elephant in the room; Meg was wearing nothing but an itsy bitsy teenie weenie (not yellow polka dot) bikini. Her very appealing figure was being shown off to the entire crowd, and more than one audience member was hoping that she wouldn't be flattened just so that they could ask her for her number after the show. Of course, Meg's body wasn't the only part of her that was appealing. Her wavy, red hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her freckled face beautifully. Meg would have been wearing nothing else had public nudity been acceptable, but this was the closest she could find. Not that she would tell anyone that.
She looked blankly at the announcer, taking a second to register what the announcer was saying before replying, "Oh, haha, uh, that's right! I'm, I'm a real swimmer all right!"
"Sure looks like it! Anyway, let's see how much you donated!" The announcer pressed a button on the panel, revealing Meg's pledge amount. "Oh wow, you wanted to raise $10,000! Amazingly charitable! You must have had some sort of crazy money raising plan to say you'll raise this much, unless you just really wanted to get flattened!" The announcer laughed at his own joke while Meg licked her lips in anticipation.
"And, let's see how much you raised! You raised-" The announcer read his sheet, then read it again in disbelief. "You raised... zero dollars. Nothing. Do... Do you understand how this works? What were you thinking?"
Meg nervously looked at all the people giving her strange looks. "I-I-I... forgot..." She was deeply blushing, a little bit from embarrassment but mostly from anticipation. She wished that the announcer would just get on with the flattening.
"Well, you know that no excuse-"
"Yeah! Fine! Whatever! ...Sorry, I just, uh, want to get this over with."
"...Ok then. I hope you realize this is no one's fault but your own," the announcer said as he reached for the button. Meg couldn't help but smile as she tensed her hand for what she had planned.
As the panes of the machine closed in on each other, Meg's hand shot down into her bikini bottoms. She was happy to realize that she had worked up the courage to stick her hand down there in such a publicly lewd display. What made her even more happy was the fact that being crushed flat felt even better than she could have imagined. For her it was like being constantly embraced from all angles simultaneously. In a way, it was incredibly comfortable to be fit so snugly into a space. On the other hand, it was a bit uncomfortable to be smashed between to solid objects, and she was completely unable to move. This didn't deter her from her enjoyment; in a strange way, she liked that it wasn't completely comfortable, and the inability to move added to the fantasy. She wanted to feel this way, to be entirely trapped and at the mercy of others. To be reduced to nothing more than a poster and treated as such had been her dark, twisted fantasy for about as long as she could remember, and now it was finally being realized.
The crowd was shocked at the pose that Meg had been frozen in. The announcer gasped as he noticed what the crowd seemed to be surprised by. Even in the back of the crowd, it was clear to the audience that Meg had started to pleasure herself with her hand an instant before she was crushed flat. Her cheeks were redder than ever, her mouth was curled into a satisfied smile, and her eyes had a dreamy look in them. Meg felt some shame as she saw one audience member shield her child's eyes, but the sensation of being flattened was too much for Meg to worry about shame. She gave into the sexual pleasure and blocked out the rest of the world.
The announcer once again radioed the man who fixed Holly's machine, telling him that there was "a sensitive issue." The man arrived on stage once again. The announcer pointed to the incredibly turned on poster, and the man was startled. He recovered quickly, pulling a roll of duct tape out of his toolkit. He taped over the woman's private region, gave another thumbs up, and then left.
"Well, that was, uh, ha, ha..." The announcer tried to think of something to disrupt the awkwardness of what had just happened. He stood there for about 20 seconds straight before giving up. "...Onto the next lovely lady!"
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*Some amount of time later...*
"Where's the release mechanism on this thing again?"
"You can just let me do it, Jeff."
"I was kinda hoping you would say that, Tim," Jeff replied, stepping away from the panel to Ashley's machine. As Tim pressed a few buttons on the control panel, Jeff observed the girl still pressed within the panes. Ashley, still stuck with her awkward facial expression, had just had enough money donated for her to be released from the flattening machine. Of course, it did take a large, lump-sum contribution from the rest of her tennis team to finally offset all the people wanting to squish her further. She had been spread out to about twice her length in two dimensions and about half her length in the third since she had been initially squished. Her features, though distorted somewhat, weren't nearly as badly distorted as some people's...
"Got it!" Tim said as the panels of the machine retracted. "Man, I almost forgot how to do it myself! You wanna roll her up and carry her back since I took care of the machine?"
Jeff replied, "Sure, I'll get her." He approached Ashley, who's body had stuck face first to the front sheet of plexiglass. After a few tries he managed to get a finger nail in between Ashley's body and the panel. Jeff slowly peeled Ashley's body off of the glass, being careful not to tear her. Jeff was always surprised by how these flat girls were so soft and warm, but it made sense considering they were still living people. He took as second to look at Ashley face to spread-out face, giving her a reassuring smile as he gently rolled her body up into an easy to carry tube.
"Welp, that only leaves three more of these girls to go then," Tim said as Jeff finished rolling up Ashley.
"Yep," Jeff replied as he looked to the rest of the stage. His gaze first stopped on Tatiana. "Is that one making progress? Looks like she's the least spread out of all of them."
"Yeah, she's got a net gain of donations. I think the people who love to press them further are taking it a bit easier on her since she has so much money to raise. Might take a while still, unless someone's feeling particularly generous."
"Hey, she's making progress at least! Unlike those other two."
"Hah, yeah. You know they're pretty sure the one nearest to the end there got flattened for pleasure?" Tim responded.
Jeff went to get a closer look, holding Ashley in his hand. "Really? That's crazy! Hey, how did water get into her frame? And only in this one spot..." Jeff was referring to a wet spot that covered part of Meg's body, still crushed between the plexiglass panes.
"Jeff, that's not water..." Tim said. "Look at were it's coming from..."
Jeff examined more closely, "What do you mean it's not wat-" Jeff then noticed that the center of the wet spot was the girl's crotch, which was also directly where her hand was. "Oooohhhhh... She's... enjoying herself..."
"Eeyup," Tim replied, "I guess some weirdos are able to get off to anything nowadays."
"How much is she at again?" Jeff pressed a button on the panel to display how much money Meg had raised. "Oh. Well, I really do hope she's enjoying herself in there if that's how much she needs..." Jeff could have guessed that Meg was not very far along in her goal solely based on the fact that Meg had been smeared out by the machine to cover most of the pane. "Yeah, she's pretty spread out, but not as much as the other one."
"Oh yeah, that one over there?" Tim pointed to Holly, who was now even more transparent than the last time they saw her.
"Mmhmm. Well, if she didn't want that to happen, she shouldn't have cheated like she did. Did she not think that the officials wouldn't figure out that she stole sponsors from some other poor girl?"
Tim nodded and whispered to Jeff, "Well, that's definitely part of the reason why she's like that now, but I heard that the higher ups are keeping her like that for longer than they normally would because they're afraid of her suing!"
"Pssh, no way, Tim," Jeff replied.
"You know they're making a lot of money on donations for her-"
"You even have a conspiracy theory about this stuff? I swear, you'll believe anything you read on the internet!"
Tim shrugged, "I'm just sayin', man."
"Whatever, let's just get this cutie to get restored," said Jeff as he turned to leave.
"Uh, did you just call her a cutie? You know she can hear you, right?" Tim said back to Jeff.
Jeff paused and blushed deeply. He looked down at the rolled-up Ashley, who's eyes were looking back up at him. "L-let's just go," Jeff awkwardly said as he hastily walked back to the car.