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

Shota carried his bags to the front gate, he just had a wonderful vacation, he wished he could have been on it for longer but unfortunately he knew he had to eventually get back to work. Oh well, at least it'll be good to see Jacob, Jesse, Jill and Joy again. When he got to the front gate he noticed someone sitting on a bean bag chair next to it, a blonde haired woman with a blacks latex suit on.

The woman turned to face him with an annoyed sneer. "So you own this place?" She asked, getting up from her seat.

"Yeah?" Shota responded bluntly. "... Are you looking to buy something?"

"Why would I buy anything from this junk pile…" The woman responded before pulling the bean bag chair in front of Shota. "... I'm here to return a recycled item to you." She then plopped it in front of him.

Shota looked down upon the normal looking bean bag chair. "Um…thanks I guess."

The woman just looked at Shota with contempt. "I should've been allowed to keep it but company policy…" She then turned around and started walking. "...Why do my jobs always suck."

Shota looked down upon the bean bag chair, "Well it seems like a pretty nice gift, I suppose I can give it to Jacob and the others."

—

(2 hours later)

Shota looked high and low but he couldn't find where they were. "Oh God…" he mumbled to himself, "They must have gotten flattened or TF or punched by Bong Cha or something." A thought then occurred in his mind. He turned towards the bean bag chair he had laying in his office. "Oh boy…" he thought to himself as he walked up and crouched down next to it. "... Gals are you there?" He got no response because it was a bean bag chair. However Shota wasn't totally convinced the bean bag chair was a false lead, after all Bong Cha can also reduce people to silence when she transformed them. Shota continued to examine it, and he gave the bean bag chair a good slap. This caused it to weirdly jiggle. Shota's eyes lit up. "Oh no…" he mumbled, staring at the normal bean bag chair. "How the hell am I going to fix this."

—

(The next day)

The repair shop was quiet today, there was a sign in front of the gates that said 'No Car Fixing Today'. A strange figure passed by the shop, her head tilted, she looked inside the parking lot and noticed only a motorhome park there, the figure pouted. She walked into the parking lot, and headed towards the garage. She gave the door a quick knock. After a few seconds someone opened the door, there stood Shota, but different. His eyes bloodshot red, his clothes in a mess, and some coffee in his hand. "Welcome to Shota mechanical shop. What do you ne…" Shota stop themself. In front of him was an absolutely enormous clown. She gave Shota a smile, and reached into her cleavage. Shota simply stared in confusion.

She pulled out a sign. It read, "Hello, I'm Squeaks. I'm here to ask if Bing and Boing would be willing to accompany me on another show?"

Shota looked confused at the clown before closing his eyes. "I'm sorry I don't know who those peop…." He opened his eyes again and the clown was gone. He then heard a squeaking behind him.

He turned to see Squeaks sitting on the bean bag chair. She pulled out another sign from her cleavage "Oh here they are just being a nice, comfy seat." As she held up the sign she was rubbing her ass on the bean bag chair.

Shota looked at Squeaks, anger growing in his eyes. "Hey get off them."

The clown immediately jumped back up. She pulled out another sign that said "If you don't want people to sit on them why are they still a bean bag chair?"

"Because you crazy clown I can't turn them back!" Shota yelled out. "I have been up all night trying everything to separate them but I've had zero luck, there's no answers online and at this point I don't think there's any way to separate them" He then fell to his knees shaking. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

The Squeaks's smile went to a frown looking at Shota's poor state. She then turned towards the bean bag chair. Her eyes lit up something fierce as she picked it up. She then walked in front of Shota and dropped a sign in front of him, Shota looked at it, it read. "I can fix this"

Squeak walked into the center of the parking lot and put the bean bag chair down. She then put her hand in her cleavage again.

Shota turned towards the clown. "What the hell is her plan?" You thought to himself. He then noticed Squeak pulling out a massive hammer, readying to strike the bean bag. Shota looked at the clown in horror…he knew what the clown was going to do…

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The mad clown brought her hammer down upon the bean bag chair, flattening it even more with every swing. When she eventually stopped, the remains of the bean bag chair spread out, almost covering the entire parking lot. Becoming almost transparent

Shota simply stared in disbelief, "How the hell was this helpi…?" He then noticed the coloration of the extremely flat bean bag chair, instead of being pure black it was brown, green, blue, purple, a pale skin color, red, white and black. Defying all logic they were so spread out they the clown managed to unfuse the bean bag chair "How did that even work?"

Squeaks pulled out another sign. "A clown is the master of crafting people for comedy" She then threw the sign away and grabbed something else from her cleavage, A pair of scissors.

She then started cutting the massive flat fabric on the ground making sure to separate it into four pieces. It was admittedly pretty difficult to find subtle differences in the browns and the whites but she did it like a champ. She then grabbed the primarily green cut-out section and crumbled it into a ball the size of a basketball. She then repeated it for the other four balls. The mad clown was successful, she admired her work. Each ball was made up of a decent amount of colors. One ball was green, brown, and white. Another was red, white, black, and white flesh color. The third one was blue and brown. The last one was purple and brown. The clown then picked up the 4 and gave them to Shota. The mechanic for his part was completely in shock. The clown padded him on the head before pulling out another sign. "I hope this gets Bing and Boing back on their feet soon. With that Squeaks hop away, enjoying the good deed she just did, leaving the auto shop behind.

After taking a few minutes to recover he looked down upon his four balls and noticed something. "Wait a second they're not fixed. They're just separated." He then rushed towards the gate. "Wait clown girl, I still need you!" He screamed out, but the clown was already far away from ear shot.

—

(The next day)

Shota rose from his bed, he held his head which was still aching from yesterday. "24 hours without sleep until I was knocked out like a light" he thought, getting out of bed. "Okay what was I doing yester…"

SQUEAK!

Shota looked down, realizing he stepped on a blue, and brown ball. There were three other multicolored balls scattered throughout his bedroom's floor. "Oh yeah…" lifting his foot off the ball, he continued to move towards the door, entering his office. Sitting down at his desk he grabbed a nearby remote and turned on the TV.

When he turned it on, an advertisement was playing "Hey, have you ever scrambled something up?" A woman on the TV said, Shota's eyes widened. "Well we got the service for you. Introducing the unscrambler!" Shota immediately ran closer to the TV. "You scrambled your food? your Play-Doh? Hell even scrambled people!" Shota immediately slammed his face into the TV, his eyes directly glued to the screen. "All that mixed up stuff could be good as new with our unscrambling service…"

"Holy shit…" Shota screamed tears in his eyes. "... A miracle, I can turn them back! YES!!"

"Only available at Yummies Bank!" And like that Shota spirit was shot back to reality. "...oh fuck!"

—

(Later that day)

Yummies Bank was busy as usual, entering the store one mustache wearing man, who appeared to have weirdly colored basketballs walked through the front door.

At customer service Catherine was sitting by herself, pretending to be vigilant when really she was messing with her iPad. Behind her was the new unscrambling device the marketing was pushing. She briefly turned towards the ridiculous machine. "Who would ever want to use this thing?"

"Greeting Mrs…" hearing a voice Catherine turn back to the front. Standing in front of her was Shota with an obvious fake mustache holding four multicolored spherical objects. "... Can I use the unscrambler?" Shota asked with a smile.

Catherine immediately tore his fake mustache off. "Puteri was right, you are a moron." She commented before dropping the mustache to the ground. Shota started sweating, his perfectly ingenious plan fell apart. Catherine noticed the familiar colorization of the balls, and smiled. She pressed her intercom button, "Yo boss you got to see this!" She said with a giggle. "I think it will cheer you up."

Shota's heart started pounding. "Wait we don't need to get her involved or anyth…'' immediately from the back office, Puteri emerged. "Oh fuck!"

"What stupid thing do you need to tell me this…" Mrs Puteri stopped when she noticed Shota standing there with 4 familiar colored objects in head. "Oh I see…" she then smiled as she looked straight into Shota's eyes with a devilish grin. "... The poor rat has come begging for help."

"Um…yes…" Shota responded bluntly.

"Oh, I'm sorry whose ass was I under for a month?" Puteri asked cheekily. "I think it was a red one."

"Hey you tried to steal them and gave my employee a concussion." Shota responded. "You were going to keep them as floats for god knows how long."

"Hey we didn't know they were actually people!" Catherine argued. "The better question is why were they a Bounce Castle for a month?"

"Look, never piss off a woman named Bong Cha…" Shota responded, sweat coming down his face.

"I'm sorry, loser." Puteri interrupted the two. "I don't believe we serve your poor kind here anyway."

Shota gave her a condescending look "You do realize I own a business right? Can you stop calling me poor?"

Puteri gave off a smug smirk "Well poor people run bad businesses."

"So you're a hobo then?" Shota bluntly responded.

Rage started to fill Puteri's eyes. "What did you just call me, you sewer rat?"

Just then an idea sparked in Shota's head. "Well in a roundabout way, a bad business woman."

Catherine started to slowly step away from her boss, said boss starting to turn red in the face "You take that back you…"

"I mean all you do is sell scams here…" Shota continued with a smug smile. "... I bet the unscrambler is just another one of your scams."

"YOU DARE CALL MY PRODUCTS SCAMS!" The business woman screamed at the top of her lungs.

Shota rolled his eyes. "Well if you can prove it works…"

Immediately Puteri grabbed the four balls from Shota. "YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT A HONEST GOOD PRODUCT IS IF IT BIT YOU ON THE ASS." She then threw the circles into the machine, closed the lid, and pressed the power button.

The machine rattle to life, bouncing back, and forth, steam coming out of it. The sounds of painful moans echoing as the machine got faster, and faster, and faster. "Based on human testing, going through this machine is very painful." The business woman said with an evil smirk. This went on for about a minute before the machine stopped. Puteri slowly walked up to the machine and opened the hatch. Out popped the four balls but something was different about them.

The green one top was completely covered in green, the backside was completely white having the picture of bloom covering a mighty ass plastered on it, The bottom consisted of pictures of two green sock sole feet, The sides were brown hands with the empty space being filled with more green, and the front was what seemed to be a painted on brown face but weirdly enough it was moving. Its eyes are spinning around, its mouth in a silly pose as its tongue stuck out, lastly its mighty melons covered up the rest of the front side which the tongue was laying over left boob

The Red Ball had many similarities. The top was red, the sides showed off white skin tone hands surrounded by pure white, the bottom was black with it's white sock feet being the only other color on there. The back was a picture of a mighty bum this time with painted on black pants. The front side had a face in painful grimace, its eyes looking at Shota in annoyance and white covered boobs taking up the rest of the front side.

The blue ball mirrored the other two, having a pure color top which was blue, blue bottom except for the blue soles of its feet. The side had brown hands, on top of blue, the backside which was mostly brown with a blue line going up the center emulating panties riding up someone's ass and the front side which had a silly looking smile, its eyes looking as dizzy as the green ball and blue covered boobs in the same position as the other two.

Lastly was the purple ball. Top was pure purple, the side purple with brown hands, the bottom was purple with purple sock covered feet, the back was similar to the blue ball with the appearance of purple shorts riding up an ass. And the front side mainly consisted of eyes as busy as the green and purple and massive boobs covering the rest of the front, even where the mouth was.

It appeared that the four bouncy balls were unscrambled, to the point that they could even move their faces. Shota gave Puteri a big smile. "Thank you so much! I was wrong, you truly are a great business woman."

Puteri gave off a mighty laugh. "Now you know your place as an inferior businessman!"

Shota then started running off. "I sure do thanks!" He screamed running out the door.

Catherine just looked in complete disbelief. "Um so why did you help the enemy?" Puteri's eyes went wide with shock. "I mean you even forgot to ask for payme…"

WHAM!

Puteri's mighty fist came down upon Catherine. The force of the fist slammed her into a frisbee size disc, her face did not have an opportunity to look up and was currently shoved into her boobs, her feet and hands spread out from the base of the disc "Well, why didn't you stop me!" She yelled at the disc, she then peeled it from the floor. It started mumbling incoherently towards its boss. The boss gave a hardy sigh and threw it over the counter. "Whatever, get back to work." She yelled out. On cue the disc waddle away. Puteri looked out into the distance. "I at least showed him I wasn't a scammer."

—

(Later that day)

Back at the garage Shota placed four balls on a table. He noticed Jacoba, Jill, and Joy still seem to be completely out of it, but saw that Jesse was staring right at him. "Um Jesse can you hear me?"

"Ye…s" she mumbled, seeming to gain her senses. "This has been so humiliating."

Shota shook his head. "You know it's a miracle I was able to do this, I'm not good with this type of stuff."

Jesse waddle around back, adorably trying to move. "It's usually Jacob's job to pop us back." She then gazed her eyes to Jacoba, her being dazed and tongue sticking out. "Unfortunately she's a bit occupied."

"So why are you able to talk to me and not them!" Shota asked.

"They're not used to it…" Jesse responded. "... Before we met you I was always the person who got into these situations, and for long periods of time. I got used to it."

"It seems the 'being molded like clay count' between your family seems to be evening out" Shota said, pulling out a gas canister. "But never mind that let's get you back to norm..."

Jesse's eyes widened. "Shota!"

Suddenly someone grabbed Shota by the neck. "Hello!" A female voice rang out before throwing Shota across the room, this caused all the balls on the counter to roll off. Jesse herself fell right next to the air tank. Standing there was the cruel Christy. "So I've been thinking about things." She told the confused mechanic, who was currently trying to get off the floor. She pulled something out of her pocket and pointed it at Shota, it was the TG gun. "That I really wanted to keep that bean bag chair…" She then fired it at Shota.

His body began to change, his hair grew longer, down to his hips. His flappy gray and black mechanic suit started to tighten around his body, becoming more of a jumpsuit, his butt grew massive and he grew boobs, lastly his…pipe between the legs was replaced by… an open hole…he or more appropriately she was now female, Sero. She got back up, and looked at herself in confusion. "Wait why am I suddenly gorge…"

WHAM!

Suddenly the mighty ass of Christy came down upon Sero, flattening the poor girl. "... I thought there was no way to reclaim it but then I remembered I'm a scoundrel I'll just steal it back." Christy then proceeded to repeatedly pound her butt into the ground, spreading the poor Sero even thinner

Jesse came back to her senses and saw what was going on, she then turned her eyes to the air tank, she wobbled her way towards it.

Christy finally relented, standing up, she turned around and bent down. She saw poor Sero turned into a giant butt decal, with the front side being made up entirely of her stupid squished face, eyes pointed in the opposite direction, mouth in a painful smile. She looks so God damn ridiculous but at the same time so adorable. Christy then peeled the butt imprint off the ground and looked at her backside, and surprise, surprise the entire thing was taken up by the poor woman's now massive ass along with the soles of her booted feet. Christy then turned Sero back around. "I need to think of what I'm going to do with you…" after she said that the butt imprint started to jiggle rapidly. Christy let out a giggle, "That's the spirit." She said, giving it a good slap. "Now then let's get your frien…"

SQUISH!

Jesse slammed her fist down upon Christy, and then started to twist and weave her body around. When she was done Christy balled up into.. well a ball. "Surprise bitch!" Jesse yelled out in satisfaction

The top of the ball consisted of her blonde hair, the back her mighty leather covered ass, the sides and the bottom was pure black leather, her eyes cartoonishly popped out, and her mouth was covered by her massive black leather covered boobs. The cute little ball mumbled in terror as it stared at Jesse.

"I'm going to really enjoy this next part!" She then started squeezing, the ball was panicking and begging for mercy until…

SQUASH!

With her mighty strength she reduced the basketball into a pinball. She then smiled at her prize. "We're not done yet…" she told the pinball. "... I'll get back to you after I fix everyone else up." She then shoved it in her pocket.

She then came up to Sero and picked her up, "Don't worry…" she told the flat Sero. "After we get everyone fixed up we can use the TG gun to…" she then came to a horrible realization. She looked at her pocket. "Oh no…"

—

(Later)

Finally Shota…or more appropriately Sero mechanical shop was finally fully open again. Jacoba, Jill, and Joy were resting in the motorhome. Meanwhile, Sero and Jesse sat at a small table in the parking lot. They both stared at the broken TG gun. "I messed this up big time." Jesse told Sero.

"You did nothing wrong…" Sero responded, laying back in her chair, surprisingly relaxed. "... I prefer being stuck like this for now than being a bean bag chair."

Jesse still looked disappointed. "Jacob is stuck as Jacoba and you as Sero."

"It's fine we can fix the gun eventually…" Sero said as she got up from the table. "... Besides, this gorgeous body will be great for business." Jesse stared at her in confusion. "As a hot, sexy mechanic I can bring all the boys to the yard…" she then got up and grabbed her tools. "It'll be great for business." She then headed into the garage to continue his work.

Jesse just continued to pout to herself, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the little black pinball. "I got a perfect punishment for you."

—

(One week later)

Bong Cha was walking home after a busy day, her anger management training has been working wonders. This week she's only punched three people into objects, but obviously knew that there was still room for a little bit of improvement. She went up to her mailbox to check the mail, and saw a single letter, It read 'From Jacoba'. She immediately ripped it open and noticed the paper inside looked weird.

It was mostly black except for one part. 1/6 of the paper was taken up by a stupid blonde woman's face, that just stared at her. Written on the black piece of paper in white ink. "Dear Bong Cha, this woman is named Christy. She crushed me into a cube along with my wife, turned me into a video game console, crushed me and my entire family, cut us to pieces, melted us together, turn us into a small disc, fill us up into a bean bag chair where she sat on us for 2 weeks, assaulted my boss, turn him into a woman, crushed her, nearly turned us back into a bean bag chair, and thanks to her I'm stuck as a woman for a while. Do with her as you please. Love Jacob or Jacoba now thanks to her."

Reading the entire thing caused Cha to start shaking in pure rage, and the paper looking at her to shake in pure fear. She crumpled up the paper in her hand, and violently squeezed. When she opened her hand the paper was gone and an incredibly stupid looking stressful took its place. It had a permanent goofy smile that stared blankly into the distance.

Cha stuffed it in her pocket. "Having a stress toy will help greatly with her anger issues." She thought to herself as she entered her beautiful home.