(Warning, this is a cartoon physics and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
Mary Blue walked towards the gate of a mysterious rundown mansion, and opened it. "So this is the place where the King of Fighters tournament is happening this year?" She thought to herself as she walked to the front door. "The place seems kind of a dump…" she raised her finger and pressed the doorbell. She then looked down, and noticed that there was no doormat. "Wow this place can't even afford a doorm…"
WHAM!
A mighty piston came down, and instantly flattened Mary. Said piston then started heating up, after about 3 minutes it lifted back up. On the ground in front of the door was a weirdly colored doormat. The first part of the section was a mix of brown and blue, and seemed to have somewhat of the shape of an ass, twice in diameter to Mary's plump rear. The middle section was pure yellow much like her hair. The third part was a mix of reds, white skin color, and a little bit of regular white. The front section looked like boobs, but twice as big as poor Mary's tits. There was also something welded upon the top of the 2 ft wide, 1 and 1/2 ft square mat, "Welcome." Burned into the mat in purple. The once great fighter was now just a mat, and not making a sound.
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Leona stopped at the doorway keeping a stoic face. She looked down at the welcome mat, and raised an eyebrow. "This certainly is a weird mat." She said before ringing the doorbell. The door opened, and She wiped her feet on the mat before going in. The place was dark, she could hardly see anything, but she pressed forward. The dark wasn't going to scare her away. She came across a long empty hall. Her suspicions kept rising every second she was in here. "This was supposed to be where the contestants for the King of Fighters were supposed to stay. Where is everyone, why is this place so stran…"
SQUASH!
A massive roller rolled over Leona, flattening her face first on the ground in the center of the long hallway. She became twice her original diameter including her ass and titties. She groaned in pain, completely stunned by what just happened. "Wha… what was tha…"
SQUASH!
The roller ran over her again.
SQUASH!
And again…
SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH! SQUASH!
After a whole 10 minutes the roller finally stopped. What was left was a 30 long foot carpet that had three distinct sections each being 10 ft, the first section was in shades of green. The second was a mix of yellow, and darker white skin color and thirdly a pure blue section. The colorization itself was much more simplistic than Leona because of how spread out she was. It was now nothing more than a carpet that can only sit there quietly, waiting to be trampled on.
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Ángel after wiping her feet came into the mansion, going into the dark hallway, and giving the lavish carpet no mind as she squished it under her feet. The darkness would worry a lesser woman, but Ángel was not a coward. She made her way into a small living room. Weirdly, despite the house's enormous size this seemed to be all that there was, a hallway, and a living room. "Ooh this seems interesting." The wrestler was not stupid, she could see that this place was a blatant trap. "Ooh, someone wants to play with me." She thought to myself as she went up to the couch, and sat on it. "Okay, come on out then let's have som…"
SPRING!
SLAM!
Before she could finish, she was launched into the air, and slammed directly into the celling. The impact instantly flattened her into a disc. Hanging from the ceiling was a nice shot of Ángel's boots and booty. It hangs up there for quite a while, but after about 3 minutes it fell back down onto the sofa, landing heads up. Ángel didn't have time to look up so the top of the disc mainly consisted of her juicy cleavage and white hair. A hose then came down from the ceiling, and moved its way into the back side of the disc. The disc slowly started to fill up, not in a way to pop it back, but turn it from a circle to an oval. Ángel was turned into a fluffy pillow.
Ángel made the great mistake of thinking that the trapper would play fair.
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Shermie walked into the living room of the mansion. "How the hell am I the first one here?" She thought to herself as she walked to the couch, while the couch seemed old and dusty strangely it had a weird pervy pillow that looked brand new. Shermie turned her head at this. "Really seems out of place." She thought before sitting down upon it. "But hey, it looks comfy." She grabbed her phone, and started fiddling around with it.
She did this for about an hour, her annoyance growing even more. She got up, and started looking around. "Where the hell is everybody?" She thought to herself as she looked down upon the bare floor beneath her. "What kind of mansion doesn't even have basic carpeti…."
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
A piston repeatedly slammed into the unsuspecting bitch flattening her more, and more until at last relented. Slowly rising up, revealing what was left of her. In her place was a massive carpet that was entirely colored red, her hair being the only part of her still showing. It went from a proud warrior to a raggedy carpet. All it could do now was gather dust bunnies.
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B. Jenet got up from the couch, and paced back, and forth in the living room, scuffling up the red carpet. "It's been 2 hours!" She yelled in frustration, stomping her feet into the carpet. "Just tell me when my first flight is! This place sucks, and I hate being here!" She continued to tap her feet furiously on the red carpet. "I can leave whenever I want, so you better answer me." She took a deep breath as she started to look around for answers. After wasting another 15 minutes of her life she leaned upon the empty bare wall near the entrance to the room. "I swear if I don't get my answers soon I'm going to…"
SLAM!
A piston came out of nowhere, and slammed B. Jenet into the wall. When it retracted it revealed a stunning picture of her. Her face in a pain surprised look, her chest growing four times its original diameter, her ass also growing in similar size. Her hands were stuck hugging her, and her legs were crossing each other as they went straight down. The once proud pirate, B. Jenet was now just a silly poster on the wall.
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Yuri Sakazaki looked at the odd picture of B. Jenet, she let out a little giggle. "That's an utterly ridiculous poster of the pirate lady, I wonder how the real one will react to it." She then turned away from the poster giving it no mind. Yuri paced back, and forth on the red carpet, squeezing the pillow for comfort. Throwing the pillow back on the couch she stood in the middle of the room. "I really hope something interesting happens here soo…"
WHAM!
As you can probably already guess, a piston came down and immediately silenced Yuri before she could finish that sentence, flattening her instantly into another disc, but this had some differences. The center was entirely made up by her large boobs and shocked eyes, and tail side being a clear picture of her mighty booty but her arms and legs miraculously didn't flatten, each of them hanging right off the disc. Now if the disc was anywhere close to a calm state of mind she may have taken advantage of her unflattened limbs to get out of there, but unfortunately she was too mentally overwhelmed to do anything.
Just then a metal claw appeared from the ground, and grabbed the disc's limbs and brought them together. The claw then pulled them below the disc and started twisting. By the time it was done the limbs were twisted together like a piece of rope making one solid, inflexible poll. The bottom of the pole was the stand made up of Yuri's hands and feet making the new table sturdy. The claw placed the new table down upon the red rug. It stood there silently in the darkness.
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(3 months later)
A strange purpley cladded figure with a staff walked up to the Mansion door. She looked down upon the cute little welcome mat. The mat itself was dirty and torn. She gave it a smile before rubbing her feet on it. Heading inside she walked upon the old raggedy hallway carpet, its colors fading. Walking into the living room she saw a rundown, and peeling poster, it was hard to even tell who it was even supposed to be at this point. Walking over the red Dusty carpet she sat upon an old dusty pillow, still as comfy as ever, and put her feet up on the crickety table. The tables painted on face not even flinching. The mysterious figure gave a smile.
"You know when I got you appliances I thought you would clash with my old worn down mansion, but you seem to have started fitting in quite nicely." The woman said, examining the purple diamond necklace she had on. "It's always a treat when a Sorcerer like me is able to put objects like you where they belong."
THE END!