Wheel Of Misfortune (Patreon)

Wheel Of Misfortune!

Commissioned Work.

Release Date : July 16, 2023.

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Wheel Of Misfortune :

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"Oh, come on Trudy! It's not THAT bad, you kids have no resilience for work pressure these days...."

The elegantly dressed and quite mature age-wise hostess of the infamous 'Wheel Of Fortune' live-show said with a wide and sparkling - although very plastered - smile on her face as she addressed the way younger woman next to her, after one of the most usual live mishaps had once again occurred during mid-show, Agatha's entire body pose now quite awkward despite her smiling, her arms spread to her sides while her legs and high heeled shoes were pointed inwards with their tips close to one another, the black dress over her squashed - to the size and shape of an overly thick cardboard cutout of her former self - body looking like freshly ironed as the woman stood there all plastered and pinned by a massive force on the cracked plexiglass panels of the lettering board behind her....

"Not that bad....? NO RESILIENCE?!? Are you freakin' kidding me Agatha?!? That guy just squashed us on the board like pancakes!!! NGHGHGHHHH!!!"

A very disturbed groaning voice echoed from next to Agatha, her way younger stage companion Trudy a few feet away from her at the same state as her but with sheer distress and annoyment plastered on her equally flattened face, the somewhat taller and thicker blonde also compressed to the shape and size of an equally thick girl-shaped pancake with her widened arms spread to her sides, her squashed feet looking inwards as Agatha's too, her bust widened like a pair of skin-toned pancakes on her chest while her red dress looked equally plastered over her freshly flattened form, her flat face animated with worry as Trudy decorated the other part of the lettering board net to Agatha, both women unable to react or move as they laid there over the cracked plexiglass panels, the massive multi-ton weight and actual spinning wheel of the whole game now finally resting on the floor quietly and within tons of debris from the unfortunate collision that led to this whole mishap....

"It's just your first day, Trudy dear... The perils of the job, you'll get used to them! Now stop whining and smile for the cameras, they are still rolling...."

Flat Agatha responded, the smile still stretched on her squashed mature face, the show-experienced woman showing no signs of playing along tho being in discomfort, her voice sounding like she actually meant her words and she was indeed used to such mishaps of cartoonish violence mid-show, Trudy not believing her own ears within all the pressurized discomfort she was feeling as at that moment the setting of the whole show was dominated by panic and awkwardly running technicians but most of all by a dumbfounded buffoon of a contestant who kept observing the sight of both flattened blonde women in the lettering board across him without knowing how to act or what words to use in front of such a cartoonish tragedy....

"I am-- I am so sorry Miss Agatha, Miss Trudy... I am so so terribly sorry, i don't know how that happened... I shouldn't have spun the wheel with such force... I am so-so sorry...."

The man kept mumbling in disbelief as one look at him and someone could instantly tell what had went wrong, his bulky muscle-beasts of arms had just given such a powerful twist of the wheel that the thing got instantly ejected from his base and started rolling uncontrollably across the studio before landing over the pair of blonde hostesses and instantly squashing them flat over the lettering board behind them, before resting to stop right beneath their flattened feet....

"Oh, this?!? Pff, don't you worry about it dear... It happens all the time, we'll be just fine!"

The Agatha pancake addressed the man from her plastered spot on the lettering panel, the woman slightly trembling in an effort to move but still tightly and forcefully pinned on her squashed spot, her entire compressed form fully immobile besides the trembling and her animated laughing face, her eyes joyfully running left and right as she was trying to take in what was happening in the backstage, the people of the show still running and yelling, dragging out stuff, pushing others, a overall commotion of this technical disaster that struck them and all of them focusing on how to quickly restore both hostesses back to normal as the show went to mandatory commercial break for this chaos to be re-ordered....

"NO IT DOESN'T!!!"

Trudy yelled at the hearing of Agatha's words, the young blonde feeling even more upset with her mature co-hostess trying to downsize the jerk stupid spinning that had them all squashed like rubbery dolls on the board, Trudy's face becoming animated with protest, her eyes going wider as she herself too could not move an inch of her thickly squashed form and could only yell and moan....

"My whole body has been squeezed flat, Agatha! I cannot move a muscle and i look like a stupid blonde pancake dressed in red! What the hell is wrong with y--"

"Keep your voice down, dear! The cameras are still rolling! I already told you that you'll get used to it... I have been flattened by this wheel more times that i care to remember and yet here i am as cool as a cucumber! Now hold on there for a minute longer, we are on a commercial and the guys with pumps are on their way!"

Agatha interjected Trudy's whining, a pair of show technicians now invading the chaos of the stage, both of them holding big hand pumps with lengthy hoses attached to them, both making way towards the squashed women...

"Holy shit! Pumps...? You can't be serious, Agatha! They are going to pump us back to normal?!? And where the hell are they going to stick those hoses into?!?"

Trudy yelled at the sight on the incoming pumping duo, the prospect of her being inflated back to normal like an actual balloon making her even more upset that the fact that she was already flat as a thick board...

"Let's just say you gonna need to keep that mouth of yours wide open for them, OK dear?"

Flat Agatha responded to Trudy with a smug smile, the men now dropping down the pumps and lifting up the hoses, seconds before they were about to stick them into both the flattened hostesses' mouths...

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