(Warning this is a cartoon physics and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)

"Where is it?" Jacoba screamed as she desperately searched the motorhome. "It was here a few weeks ago."

Jill who was reading something on her phone as she looked up at her…I guess right now Mom. "Um what's wrong…" she asked her other mom.

"Where the hell is that TG gun?" Jacoba screamed, as she continued to tear the place apart.

Jill looked at her other mother with caution, sweat coming down her face. "Um…"

Jacoba turned towards her daughter, her face going from worry to stern.

"Well you see…" Jill knew how much she fucked up. "... When Joy forced me to clean the house with her, I was rushing through it to get to playing with my temporary game console…so there's a good possibility I threw it out…"

Jacoba's eyes went wide. "I…I…I…AAAAAAAAAAH!" Jacoba panicked, ripping the home a part, desperately searching for the gun, not wanting to believe she was stuck like this forever.

Just then Joy and Jesse came in "What's wrong?" Jesse asked as she went up to her husband or more appropriately right now wife.

"We've lost the TG gun…" Jacobs cried, tears coming down her eyes, "I'll be stuck like this forever." She went into the fetal position on the ground.

Jesse saw the pathetic state of her wife, her eyes lit up in fury. "Don't you worry honey…" she told her, picking her up from the floor. "We're going to go find that gun and get you back to normal."

The 19 year old Joy puffed up her cheeks, reading herself. "Don't worry Dad…or other mom, we can do it, we just got to check the local junkyard."

Jill gave off a huge sigh. "Well I guess we're digging through trash today."

Just then Shota busted in, "How's it going." He yelled out wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. "... I'm going on vacation."

Jesse turned towards Shota, giving him an annoyed look. "Shota! This isn't the time for vacation." Jesse screamed out. "... We need all the help we can get looking for the device."

Shota scratched his head. "I suppose I can do that before going…" he replied with a smile. "... So how are we going to find it?"

"Digging around the junkyard." Joy screamed out, a smile on her pretty little head.

Shota simply stared at them. "Well girls, I'll see you in 2 weeks." He then slammed the door behind him.

"SHOTA!" Jesse furiously screamed. "... Get the fuck back here!"

"Even my boss thinks it's hopeless…" Jacoba cried out, back on the floor.

Jill just sighed again "This is going to be a long day isn't it?"

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(The junkyard)

The Jablon arrived at the gates of the junkyard and made their way inside. The four of them noticed some things immediately. One, it smelled completely awful, two, it seemed extremely difficult to navigate and three it was big.

"How the hell are we going to find it here?" Jacoba squirmed, her will completely depleted.

Jesse just gave Jacoba a warm smile. "We've been for worse, don't worry, we can do this."

Joy pumped herself up. "It may be big but it's dwarf compared to our love for each other."

Jill nearly had an aneurysm on how cheesy Joy's line was, but she wanted to cheer her other mom up. So she gave a simple thumbs up.

"Hello partners…" a voice rang out, the family turned to see a short hair blonde man in overalls walking towards them. "... What brings you fine ladies here." He said with a smile.

Because her wife was too catatonic to do anything, Jesse approached the man. "Hi sweetie and who are you?"

The man grabbed Jesse's hand and started to shake it. "Name's Chris, and I'm a new employee here." He then let go "And you four might be?"

Jesse gave him a smile in turn "I'm Jesse, these two besides me are Jill and Joy…" she then turned over to Jacoba, still crying to herself. "And that's my…well it's a bit complicated at the moment but she is Jacoba."

Chris gave off a chuckle. "It's okay we all have bad days…speaking of which, why are you lovely ladies here."

"We lost something…" Jesse responded, her smile going to somewhat of a frown.

"Really?" Chris stated in curiosity. "... What might you be looking for?"

"A pink raygun…" Joy interrupted. "... Have you seen it?"

The man's eyes widened and a smile came to his face. "Well of course I have."

Immediately Jacoba ran up to the man, a truly joyous smile across her face. "Really?!"

"Of course!" Chris replied, padding Jacoba on the back. "In fact I'll show you…" he then started walking further into the junkyard. "Come on gals, it's just on the other side of the junkyard."

And with that the Jablon family followed. "That man seems a little bit too overeaker to be working in a junkyard…" Jill thought. "... But hey it means I can get back home quicker, that's fine."

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(Later)

Chris opened a strange door, "This is where we keep the special trash we don't know what to do with. It's right in here…"

Before he could finish Jacoba ran right past him and into the lost and found building, Joy ran behind her. Jesse turned to the man and gave him a good handshake. "Thank you, she was having a mental breakdown not being able to find it…"

"No problem…"Chris answered with a smile. "...a simple man like me is always happy to help."

With that Jesse also ran in, however Jill tilted her head slightly. "Why do you have a special room for weird trash that's this big?"

The man's face instantly turned from a smile to agitation, "Why would that be strange?"

Jill gave the man a stern look before rolling her eyes. "Whatever, let's just get this stupid gun." She then also walked into the weird lost and found.

SLAM!

Immediately Chris slammed and locked the door. From the outside he heard the sounds of confusion from inside the 'lost and found.' He ran up to a pulley, his smile turning into an evil one before pulling it down.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SQUUUUUUUUUUUUISH!

The lost and found or more accurately, the compactor quickly slammed down upon the unaware family, The sounds coming from inside the machine stopped. Chris casually skipped over to the other side of the machine, there was a huge slot with a big red button. He pressed it and the machine slowly came to life again.

From the slot a green colored thing was making its way out like a printer. Slowly popping out was an extremely flat Jacoba poster, twice her original diameter. Her face stuck in surprise, her arms hugging herself, her massive boobs blocking the view of said arms along with her chest. Her blouse booty was massive, easily stretching out from her skirt, her legs bent at a 90° angle on each side, she had been reduced to a ridiculous poster. Chris rolled up the poster and put it down on the ground and then pressed the button again.

This time something red was coming out, it looked to be Jesse but in a different shape, instead of being a poster, she was more like a perfectly square banner made up of three sections. The top was her completely surprised face, one eye in a 12:00 position and the other in a 3:00 position, her mouth in a painful grimace. The middle section was made up of her massive boobs covered in her white shirt and the bottom section consisted of her black pants covered thighs and legs. Her butt on the other side was taking up most of the mid and bottom sections. Chris rolled it up and put it down on the ground.

He then pressed the button again, this time something blue came out, it was Joy but this time compacted into a disc, about the size of a rug. Joy's face was front and center in a horrified look, her now massive boobs blocking her mouth, the top of her hands pointing up like she was trying to stop the crusher in vain. Chris flipped the poster over and saw her mighty blue panty covered ass and the soles of her feet. Chris then rolled the disk up and put it on the ground.

He pressed the button one last time, this time a purple disc came out, the same size as the other desk but definitely flattened. The top section was made of three components. Jill's booty which had her shorts right up her ass something fierce, the middle section was her big cartoonish eyes in a frozen surprise stare and her boobs being the biggest, taking up most of the disc. On the other side it was the same except the middle was the soles of her feet. Chris then rolled it up as well and put it down on the ground next to the rest of the flat losers.

Chris then grabbed something from his pocket, it was the pink TG gun and fired it at himself. In an instant Chris disappeared and a very familiar woman loomed over the poor paper fools, Christy. "Hello again bimbo family." She said, with a shit eating grin. "I can't believe you were stupid enough to fall for that." she picked up the four posters, them squirming and mumbling all the way. "You know I'm actually kind of surprised this belongs to you, I found it randomly. It was a bit confusing when I shot myself with it for the first time, but I got used to it." She then started twisting and smashing the paper together. "You know I don't think I was introduced to the two little brats yet." with a smile as she held up her prize. Crushed into the shape of a basketball was a purple, green, blue, red, brown, white skin tone, regular white, and black color ball. She dribbled it a few times, the moans of pain only increasing. "Glad to see we are finally having some quality time with the whole family." She then placed the ball on the ground, "Onto the next step." She ready her ass and…

SLAM!

She smashed the little dorky ball with her mighty booty. She laid on the ground rubbing her ass back and forth the mumbles of pain echoing louder. She then got up and dusted her big bottom, she then picked up the seat cushion, which was flat and in the shape of her ass. "Are you ready to be my little seat cushion?" She asked the object. She heard it mumbling to her, she couldn't tell if it was confusion, pain, or defiance. Christy looked at the seat cushion with annoyance. "Are you sure?" The seat cushion still mumbled intensely. "Okay then."

Christy put on a happy smile as she skipped through the junkyard, her prize in hand. She came towards another machine with a little slit entrance. She didn't want to do it but seat cushions aren't supposed to talk…who was she kidding, of course she wanted to do this, she is a sadistic bitch! She put the seat cushion into the little slit entrance. She then walked up to a control panel and selected her option, then pressed the start button. Unlike the last machine this one had windows that showed off the entire process, she was really going to enjoy this.

First, the seat cushion was placed on a conveyor belt that slowly pulled forward.

SLAM!

SLAM!

SLAM!

SLAM!

SLAM!

The pistons came down smashing the little seat cushion more and more, if the cushion was complaining, the machine drowned out its annoying moaning. After about a minute, the pistons stopped, revealing that the seat cushion became a multicolored towel. Then the sound of a shredder rang out. The towel was noticeably twitching as it got closer and closer until…

SHRED!

Instantly the towel was shredded into little multicolor bits. The pieces were then dropped into a pan of boiling water beneath the shredder. After all the bits were in an egg mixer looking thing came down and started mixing up the components inside. After about a minute or two the egg mixer was raised up and the bowl was poured into a little circle mold, the coloration of the mess now being pure black. About 10 minutes of superheating and then 10 minutes of cooling off, the machine flipped the mold over and gave it a good tap.

POP!

A little pure black disc, about the size of a frisbee fell onto the conveyor belt, it slowly went along the tracks until a hose came down and plugged into it. Slowly and surely it was stuffed with an unknown substance, growing bigger and bigger and bigger until the hose retracted. Leaving behind what looked to be a pure black circular object. It was then plopped out of the machine and onto the ground next to Christy. Once a pair of annoying family members was now a pretty comfy looking bean bag chair.

Christy could still hear faint moaning from her new seat, it also slightly wiggling. This annoyed Christy "I'm sorry, do you want to be something else or would you prefer to stay as a good bean bag chair?" Immediately upon those words the wiggling and moaning stopped. "Good…" she said, picking up her new bean bag chair. "Let's just get you into place then."

—

(A week later)

After a tiring day's work Christy came into her small office, she was exhausted, sweating all over. "I didn't think that console job could be topped as the worst job I've ever had." She mumbled as she was ready to take a well-earned break. In the corner of her office was a perfectly still, black bean bag chair. She immediately jumped on to it causing it to squirm. "But you know Mrs bean bag chair, you help me get through the days." The bean bag chair said nothing because it was a bean bag chair. She then laid down ready to enjoy her off time. Her smile then came to a slight frown. "It sucks that it's company policy to return recycled objects to their original homes." She then rubbed her ass on the bean bag chair. "Well that place is closed for another week so I still have another week to enjoy it." She then gave the normal bean bag chair a good slap. Causing it to jiggle, still being quiet like a good object should be. She then pulled out the TG gun from her pocket. "I'm definitely keeping you though."

TO BE CONTINUED…