“Welcome, boys, girls, those non distinguishable, and non binary of all, to Flatober!” said a female otter in a sparkling red dress. The crowds all cheered in excitement around the big stage, some were already in their costumes while others barely any clothing.

“Whew! Sounds like everybody’s excited for Flatober, I know I am. This year we’ve decided to do something a bit different, if this big machine next to me wasn’t obvious enough.” The otter said, gesturing towards the large machine next to her.

“This machine does everything related to all of your flattening needs in a variety of ways. Now, normally these kinds of things you can just buy at your local stores, but this big guys is not for sale. No, no, no. This time we’ve send out polls to a certain number of you and we’ll leave it up to them for what they have in store for Flatober.”

“As for how this works, yours truly will give you a quick demonstration.” The otter gave the mic to a nearby worker and headed up to the machine. She slip out a piece of paper out of her pocket and slide it in the slot of the machine.

The machine’s see through doors opened, the otter waved to the crowd before entering inside. She stood at the middle and posed all sassy like as the doors closed, the machine revving itself up while they wait. While it was busy warming up, the electric board on top of the stage slight up and spin a bunch of numbers until they stopped at $10,000.

Soon afterwards, steam poured out from the machine as inside two square pistons closed in on the sides. The otter smiled and waved one more time before the pistons slowly closed against each other. All of them could only watch as the pistons soon made contact together and it stood there for a bit. They were worried the machine had malfunctioned, but they were relieved when the pistons retracted back inside the machine.

However the otter woman was nowhere to be seen, some were saying that they could see some sort of line inside. The doors opened and the crowd just stood there wondering where the otter go. One of the workers came up inside the machine and he bent down to pick up something the audience couldn’t see clearly. When he finally got a grip on something he went out and turned it to the side, roars of cheers echoed through the area.

The man was holding the otter woman, all flattened to the point she was only two dimensional. They were looking at her right side of her while the worker turned her around to get a look at her left side. He hold her with one hand while holding a mic near to where her mouth is.

“As you can see, this machine can do exactly just as it sounds. Just put in the written paper of how you want to be flat and what kind do you prefer before calculating the best results, speed included. Now you may be wondering what the numbers up there are for?”

“While this machine isn’t for sale, the people who are gonna be flattened with this machine will be sold to you after the show. All of them goes to donations and you can even add more depth to them if you want them to be a bit more flattened to your liking. We have a lot of people chosen, so let’s get this show on the road with our first guess while I’m being restored off stage.”

The worker rolled the otter woman up and took her away while the first person walked up the stage. The first one to walk up is a busty anthro kangaroo with bright blonde hair, purple eyes, green lipstick, wearing nothing but an orange and black bikini, and matching high heels. She waved to the crowd as another backstage personnel brought her another mic, she took it and waved to the crowd.

“Hello everyone! Some of you know this body as Palicia Vastell, however on the inside used to be Halward Gall, the chief of our police here. I have a wife and kid, who are celebrating far from here due to long distance and work place availability. Long story short, I ended up like this due to my own carelessness. It took me months of rehab and adjusting to this new body, but I’m glad to be back and ready for when danger strikes again regardless of what I look like.”

The audience clapped and cheered to her. “Thank you everyone for your support and I couldn’t have been here without the help of my workers too. I have to give special thanks to Manny who helped me adjust with my new properties as well as adjusting to my female body. Give her a round of applause for her.”

They all turned to the purple hair raccoon in a Rocket Raccoon outfit as she shy away from the attention.

“Alright, I’ve taken up too much time. We know why I’m here and as you can see, I’m dressed as best as I could for the Flatober spirit.” She said gesturing down her body. “So let’s start this off strong.”

Palicia pulled out her note and dropped it onto the slot of the machine. The machine whirled before opening, the kangaroo entering inside onto the middle and turned towards the crowd. Two pistons along with some white sticky paper formed behind her and the machine prepped to crush her. Palicia bent down, showing a lot of her cleavage, brought one of her hands up to her lips and blew a kiss to the crowd before the pistons crashed into her at a rapid pace.

Soon afterwards, the pistons felled back and the crowd can see the kangaroo had been flattened onto the white paper, but not just any regular paper. A pair of scissors appear and cut out a few inches over the kangaroo and now the kangaroo became a sticker of her still blowing a kiss to the audience with a heart nearby. The number on top stopping at $50,000. One of the backstage workers took her to the back while the female otter from before ran back up on stage now back in her third dimension.

“Sorry for the wait, I was flat very good. Now onto the next participation.”

The next one came up to the stage and she sauntered her way, her wide hips moving side to side and her arms underneath her giant breasts. Delia Doe really knows how to hit all of the sweet spots as someone of MILF material, especially for what she’s wearing for this fest. Wearing a pinkish nurse outfit with a small pink cap at the top of her head, she really gives off the sexy nurse energy. However her outfit is heavily strained due to her size, having a few buttons left open for her cleavage and the skirt barely passing her waist which revealed her red thong underneath. Delia waved to the crowd as she came up to the otter woman, towering her a bit in height.

“Well hellooooo, nurse!” The otter woman said to her. “Mind introducing yourself and maybe give me your phone number?”

“Sorry, my phone’s already in line waiting for me back home, but I’m sure everyone already has known me as Delia Doe. If not, guess I have some hunting to do later and give them a “warm” welcome if you catch my drift.” She said, her voice as sultry as ever.

“I live just by the outskirts of the town with two other people I knew of, I work at the school as a teacher, worked as a stripper at a young age, and learn how to cook really well. You’re guaranteed to have quite a mouthful once you have a taste of my cooking.”

“I’m already getting quite a mouthful down here and I’m not sure if I can fit more in my mouth.” The poster said, fanning her head. “Anything you want to say before entering our machine?”

“Yes, I do have one more thing.” She said as she bent down a bit, the otter woman holding the mic up to her snout. “I hope your enjoying this, cutie! I know you’re in the crowd somewhere. And if you wanted to have bit more spice to your food, don’t forget to use my homemade spice available at your local stores.”

There was a low groan far from the stage as a young buck tried to hide his embarrassed face. Delia pulled her note in between her breasts, dropped it into the slot and entered the machine, the number showing $10,000. Once she was in the middle, Delia went down to the ground and laid on her side, her skirt showing more of her thing while she put one arm on her hips and the other behind her head. A wooden board appeared behind before giant piston smashed her onto the wood, surprisingly very sturdy enough to not break.

The machine pulled back the piston and Delia had now become a wooden cutout stand of herself. Right above her head is a speech bubble that says “Call me for all of your healing needs.” Another worker came by and lifted the Delia cutout off the stage to the back, the otter woman drank a glass of water before pouring the rest over her head.

“Now that’s one doe that’s full of bakery if I ever seen one. If only I hade more time then I would’ve ask for her number. Oh yeah, I was serious about that. In any case, next person come on up!”

Roars and cheers went from the crowd as the next one came up the stage, some were impressed by this person. For those far away, they would think that she’s completely naked like some of the others in the crowd. However if you’re really close to her, she does have a little clothing, which only covered her important bits. Even then, the outfit was barely visible due to her having the same color as the outfit.

The tall dragoness has black scales all over with a lighter shade covering her lower torso down to her crotch. Her wings were also black with a light gray for her membrane, and a long tail following behind. One side of her eye has a scar, leaving that side all gray out while the other was all yellow. She was wearing a slingkini that covered little of her chest and crotch that leave little to the imagination.

The otter woman had to look up due to how tall the dragoness is and even then she had to step back a few times to see over her breasts.

“You are quite a dragon if I do say so myself. Here, why not introduce yourself?” The otter woman reached up, her arm stretching until the mic was near the dragon’s muzzle.

“Vele Archene. Worked as a part timer in Hot Topic, full time assassin.” She said, her voice a bit deep yet alluring.

That last part set the whole mood in silence, mostly of fear from what she can do. The otter sweat dropped a sweat as the dragon kept staring at her, hoping she’s not the next target. “A-anything else?”

The dragon sighed deeply, wondering if she should have second thoughts about this.

“This is something for my friend, who’s annoying as hell to deal with. But she’s also the only one that tolerates me, this one’s for my friend alone. She loves all of this Japanese shit.”

Vele dropped her note into the slot and entered the machine. A giant scroll unfurled behind her before a giant gloved hand appeared in front of her. The giant hand grabbed the dragon and started shaking violently, the speed picking up for a few seconds. Then the giant hand slammed her onto the scroll leaving blotches and dots of black ink onto the canvas.

Every blotches of ink would soon move around until it reformed into Vele, but not quite the same way. Her outline had been turned into an ink brush outlined as well as all of her colors together. She was in a sitting down position with both of her arms to her side to support her. She still had that cold stare, but it look like she’s at least content with it.

Vele had now become calligraphy art as a worker came by took her backstage. The top of the number showing $4,000 on the screen, a female voice whistled and cheered for her alone. The otter woman coughed before resuming back to her normal self.

“Well, that was interesting to say the least. Let’s hope our next participant is a bit more welcoming.”

The next person came up running, although stumbling a bit as trails of white bandages followed behind her. Up next was a white sergal woman with a more enthusiastic look than Vele’s, she had to lift one of her legs up to get a roll unstuck before resuming to the otter.

“Oooh, a mummy sergal! Simple, but also quite convincing looking. Must’ve taken you a while to get those bandages onto your fur.”

“Oh no, these aren’t bandages. I was rushing over here when I accidentally crashed into a box full of TPs. I don’t know why there’s a lot of TPs hanging around, but I unintentionally made it look like a costume instead of going fully nude like I initially planned.”

“I see. You seem to be quite happy for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am! This machine is similar to how we do it for those chosen for the month of importance. I can’t
turn down an opportunity if it’s anything like my home planet.”

“I’m not sure if it does anything to what your planet does, but we’re grateful you’re enjoying this. How about you say your name and just get on with it? Seriously we have a LOT more people here than anticipated and we don’t want to keep them hanging.” The otter said, the last one she whispered to the sergal.

“Right, sorry. Yainy Axilocyt, nice to see everyone here.”

Yainy skipped over and dropped her note onto the slot. The numbers moved around until they stopped at $500,000. The whole crowd were in awe by how much she was donating for an event like this as she stood in the middle.

“WOW! We have a contender here, folks! Let’s see if there’s anyone whose more generous than Yainy but the end of this fest.”

“Should I have put in more money? Maybe I’ll ask again to see if they will accept other currencies.” Yainy said as two arms came out from the machine.

They both grabbed onto Yainy’s arms and raised them up over her head. From below, a giant roller appeared as the arms fed her feet first through the rollers. Her feet were instantly crushed and flattened as they came out flatter and a bit wider than before. Yainy cooed as she felt the warmth spread upwards through her body.

“Ooh! This is even better than on my home planet.”

The process went by faster as her legs went through next, any toilet paper rolls getting caught as well. Her waist would follow suit, then her torso, her breasts which are now large dinner plates, and finally her head went through. After Yainy was completely flattened, the arms picked her up and fed her through the rollers a few more times, becoming flatter and wider with each pass. They stopped once she was as flat as a rectangle and rolled her up from her head, the worker was ahead and grabbed the rolled up Yainy to the backstage.

“Now that’s one happy cheese roll if I ever seen one. As much as I enjoy these at our own pace, we’re actually running a bit behind. So let’s crank it up through rush time until we caught up with the needed time.”

The event went by pretty well with no malfunctions and the participants coming up for their turn. There was an anthro Shadow Lugia becoming a dakimura for her original counterpart, a dog becoming as flat as a frisbee, there were even a whole bunch of people all at once to be a coloring book. Each one also gave out a large sum of money, but nowhere near close to Yainy’s amount. The line’s about to end and they resumed with their normal pace with two people left. As the vixen came up on stage, one the last person looked at the crowd and saw just how many people are watching.

“I shouldn’t have bet on the last match. I don’t know about this.” Said a female voice.

“What? Calling it quits now while we’re this close?” Said another female voice identical to hers.

“No, it’s not that. I was expecting something else when you asked me to do this. Thought it’s just gonna be our time together?”

“And it will be after this. I’ve been doing this for a long time now, trust me. They know what they’re doing, oh! It’s our turn now, come on.”

The last two were identical dragoness’ as the crowd cheered, some even whistling as they came up to the otter woman. One of them waved to the crowd back, while the other nervously waved back trying to keep it low. They both made it to the otter woman as she was clapping along with the crowd.

“Looking fine there, ladies. You two are the last ones for Flatober Fest, how are you feeling right now?” The otter said as she hold the mic up to them.

“We’re feeling pretty good about this. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while, the same goes for my twin sister. Come on sis, don’t be shy.” One of the dragoness said and nudged to her twin, knocking her out of her stupor.

“W-what? Oh..yeah. Hi everyone, glad to be up here with my twin sister.” The dragoness twin said shyly as the audience cheered in excitement.

“That’s great! What do you two do for a living?” The other woman asked.

“We’re both online streamers! I do the music, recording, and designs while my twin here plays pretty much every genre of video games to exist. We both work really well together and that’s why we plan on doing more streams together once we decide on the schedule.”

“I’m guessing you both are really getting the streamers going with what you’re wearing. I thought you were running late and didn’t have time to dress up.”

“Oh no, this is what we always wear whenever we start streaming. Isn’t that right, sis?”

“Yeah…we do this all the time. I..play whatever genre of gaming we’d feel like the time.”

“For those of you wondering, I’m Peatrice.”

“..I’m Beatrice.”

Both of them are pink dragonesses with magenta hair, both in the same hairstyle. A thin strap that’s barely an inch wrapped around their shoulders, back, and neck with cups that covered their breasts. From their waist is a string tied together on their waists with their crotch and butt covered, showing off a lot of their bodies. The only difference was the color of their bikinis, Peatrice has purple while Beatrice was yellow.

“Your twin is not much of a talker, now is she?” The otter woman asked.

“She’s not very social than I am, so I’m trying to help her out. Although, if the streamers wanted to,” Peatrice said, lowering her voice and bending her knees together while hiding both hands behind her back.

“I-I can also play the shy girl….I-If they would like that.” Peatrice said, perfectly copying her twin in every way. The whole crowd roared at the performance, though Beatrice doesn’t look too pleased.

“Impressive! If it wasn’t for the different colored bikinis and you also act like your twin, I wouldn’t even tell the difference between you two.” Peatrice returned to her normal personality, Beatrice could hide look away from the audience.

“We get that a lot. Now let’s end this fest off strong, let’s go sis.” Peatrice said before dragging her twin to the machine. Picking the note from her twin’s breasts, she slid it in the machine and they both entered inside. After a bit, the two clear cylinders formed around the dragoness twins, separating them from each other. Before the machine began, everyone looked up at the scoreboard as the numbers kept spinning around, going on longer for anticipation.

$1,000,000

“Looks like we have our winner!”

Everyone screamed out loud and cheers along with the otter woman, claps echoed throughout the area. They all were astonished, surprised, anything from seeing that much money go into this fest, all except for Beatrice who was looking at the number with wide eyes. She quickly turned towards Peatrice in shock.

“You said it was only gonna be a small number!?”

“I lied. If I told you the actual amount, you wouldn’t be willing to go through this with me.”

“Of course I’m not! Where did you even get all of this money from?”

“When you’ve been streaming for a long while, you’d be surprised how much I make as a streamer.” Peatrice said, sticking her tongue out to her. While Beatrice just stared at her like she’s crazy, she didn’t realize the audience was counting down before hearing counting from five.

“Wait! I changed my mind! I don’t want any part in this-“

*WHAM*

It was too late as two pistons slammed down on the dragoness twins, completely crushing them in their own space. The pistons rise but the twins are nowhere in sight, that’s because both of them were stuck on the pistons as a flat disk. They both were slowly peeling off before floating down to the ground in such with each other. Beatrice twitched a little trying to reform herself before the pistons slammed down on them again.

*Wham* *Wham* *Wham* *Wham*

The pistons kept smashing them down relentlessly, the people were a bit concerned when this was going on a bit longer than expected. Once the pistons stopped and rose back up into the machine, the doors opened and the worker came out to check on them. He looked down on the ground and he beckoned one of the backstage person to come over. A female lioness came over and saw what he was seeing, both of them using their fingers to pry something off the ground before showing the people.

Both Peatrice and Beatrice had been flattened so much they were see through, but some of their details are still showing. Large, bugling flat eyes, their breasts as big as dartboards, their butts compressed cushions. The only difference is Peatrice still has her tongue out to the side while Beatrice has a small frown on her face. The audience yelled as both of the backstage personnel take the see through twins backstage.

“Now that’s quite the flattening I haven’t seen in a long while. Been a while since anyone was willing to be that thin enough to see through them. Give those two a huge round of applause everyone! That’s all for Flatober Fest, meet us backstage if anyone wants to buy a copy of one of those participants for yourself. Thank you for joining and hope to see you all again next Flatober!”

Backstage, the otter woman kneeled down and opened her briefcase up before pulling her smiling face off. She placed her face on the empty space before picking the other face up to hers. While it was also smiling, this one’s a natural smile as she place it and she sighed in relief, massaging her cheeks as she tests making other facial expressions.

“Oooooh, yeah. There were a lot more people than I expected joining for this fest. It’s hard to keep a smiling face with causing some aches and pains.”

From behind her, a bunch of people backstage were taking the flattened people and putting them on a giant scanner. The scanner would make a copy for each one for sale before they restore them back to normal. Two of the workers went with the dog frisbee and a cubed hyena in their hands while an anthro gecko came back.

“You did an excellent job as always, Olena. There were a lot of females on there than I expected.” Said the gecko to the otter woman.

She shrugged her shoulders as she got up. “It’s a living, someone’s gotta be the hype person and who would do the job better than me?”

“True, true. Do you mind helping with these last participants tot he scanner? I’ve got the dragon twins while you get the vixen.”

“Got it, just be careful not to lose any of them when you pick them up, Jeil. Oh what am I saying? They’ll eventually pop back up if they ever get lost anyway, still be gentle with them.” Olena said as she went over to the vixen calendar.

Jeil nodded before he went over to where the flattened dragoness twins are placed. He use his finger to pry both of them off the ground and he raised both of them up. He put them close together and compare them side by side.

“Gotta say, even as a disk, both of them are still as attractive as they are. Especially with Beatrice, I think she’s pretty cute. Do you think I can ask her twin sister and see if she’d like to hang out sometime?” He said as he lowered them down to his sides.

“Sure, after we scan them and restore them back you can give it a try.” Olena said sarcastically. A few seconds later, she looked at Jeil. “Wait. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, why do you ask?”

“Right, forgot your still new to this place and how it works. News flash, Beatrice may have the body of a sexy, gorgeous female, but in spirit she’s actually a man.”

Jeil scoffed at her. “Really? This one’s a guy? I’m pretty sure guys don’t wear such a skimpy outfit and have boobs the last I recalled.”

“Oh yeah, 100 percent. A few days ago, I saw a couple going inside one of the malls they have here. The woman was dragging her boyfriend in there and then those same two dragoness’ came out. Despite the normal look of this place, they sure have a lot of technology and machines that I would think take years before the whole world could develop. They have a way to change one’s gender and species without any harm done to them and they could even change back if they want.” Olena said as she picked up the vixen calendar.

Jeil was taken aback by the amount of information and reality of the situation. “Oh. So, not a girl?”

“Not a girl, but who knows? Maybe her “sister” could vouch for you on that agreement. You know they can still hear you like that, right?” She said before taking the vixen to the scanner.

Jeil just stared with widened eyes before looking back at the flattened Beatrice. Her bulging eyes were looking back at him and despite being see through, a blush could be seen forming on her face. He felt Peatrice moved a little, whether she was trying to say something or just giggling to herself, he will never know. Jeil blushed and looked away from Beatrice before rushing over to where the scanner was located.