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

Stress, stressful was Jacoba default state of being. Whether it be squished into a bottle, being a video game console, a bean bag chair, a car, a wall painting, a pair of shorts, a table, an inflatable stage, or a melted puddle. Things have always seemed to go wrong.

Jacoba was tuning up a car, Sero would usually be there to help her, but she was gone today, probably got herself squished by her crazy rival. She sighed, realizing she would have to fix her again. Jesse, and Joy were at their jobs, and Jill left to do a live stream.

Jacoba thought about Jill's live streams. She didn't know what Jill did, but she did know Jill was mainly interested in the money. "If she doesn't enjoy her job, why is she doing it?" She thought to herself as she finished up repairing an engine.

Jacoba had very few things that calmed her down, but one of the only two things that helped her get to her happy place was her wife, Jesse, and the sounds of working on machinery. There was something soothing about it to her, but it could only relieve so much stress.

"How the hell do the others do it?" She thought to herself as she closed the hood of the car she finished repairing. "How do they have such calm minds after being transformed?" She then slightly shivered. "Especially for an extended period of time."

Jacoba remembered that time she was a video game console, Jill played them so much she barely had time to sleep. Being an inflatable stage was quite terrifying, the sadistic clown reducing them to rubber, no one else knowing what became of them, it was only luck that they weren't put into storage. Being a bean bag chair was the worst though, Christy's ass has been burned into her mind. Christy's sitting was so extreme that after a few days she legitimately believed that she was a bean bag chair, and it was her duty to be sat upon by Christy who she started to mentally call Queen.

Jacoba shook her head again as she put her tools away. She sat upon one of the chairs outside. She really needed to rest, maybe a little nap could cheer her up.

—

"Yo, twin tails!" A voice rang out.

This jolted Jacoba "Oh a customer up…" she mumbled as she opened her eyes. "... Welcome to Sero's garage, what do y…" she then stopped herself. She saw the figure standing above her, an all too familiar figure. She had a black latex suit, and short blonde hair. Jacoba recognized this figure all too well.

"Long time no see, bean bag chair." The voice of Christy sadistically said, looming over the poor mechanic.

Jacoba sat there, frozen in fear. She wanted to run, but her legs were not moving, too paralyzed to do anything.

"It's so good to see you again, bean bag chair…" Christy grabbed Jacoba by her twin tailed hair with one arm. She lifted her up, and grabbed her legs.

Jacoba looked at Christy in terror. "Please n…"

SQUISH!

Christy crushed the dweeb in her hands. She then started molding the poor mechanic in her hands. After about a few minutes she stopped.

In the sadistic biker's hands was a crushed up, and panicking green, Brown, and light pink ball. It was about the size of a baseball, it had eyes, and boobs making up one side, and a light pink bloomer covered ass making up the other side.

SQUEAK!

Christy squeezed the little ball in her hand. "Oh isn't that so adorable." She said looking in the little ball's eyes.

The ball's mind was racing, it wanted to desperately cry out for help, but its massive boobs covered its mouth. All it could do was mumble in terror as the maniac biker continued to squeeze its cute little body.

"So where's your little wife, Bally?" Christy gleefully teased. "It wouldn't be a squishy reunion without her." She then put the ball on the seat. "Remember when you were in your element, where you truly belonged…" Christy then turned around showing the ball her ginormous booty. The ball knew where this was going, it panicked. "... Home sweet home."

SQUISH!

Christy's ginormous booty landed directly upon the poor, sad, green ball, crushing the object beneath her booty. "Ah yes, just as comfy as ever." The ball's tormentor moaned out as she rubbed her ass back, and forth.

The object's mind was discombobulated, and screaming as it once again became subject to the Queen's ass. At this point fear completely consumed her mind.

SNAP!

"Seat cushion!" The object's Queen yelled out, snapping her fingers. "Time to give my booty a massage." Without even thinking, the seat cushion did just that, vibrating intensely. The Queen sat back in her seat enjoying the massage.

After what felt like an eternity the seat cushion heard another snap, and instantly stopped. "You work like a charm." The queen said as she got back up. She turned around to look at her seat cushion.

The front side had two sections. One being a silly pair of cartoonish crossed eyes, and the other being silly green covered boobs. The queen then peeled the object, and flipped it over. There she got a good look at a massive, light pink bloomer covered booty. The queen raised her hands and…

SMACK!

"You look like a pretty damn good seat cushion." The Queen yelled out as she flipped the crushed square back around. "You'll be perfect material for my panties."

At this point if the seat cushion couldn't even mumble in fear. "The Queen couldn't be serious could she? Oh God! she was serious!"

POW!

SQUISH!

STRETCH!

SLAM!

SQUEEZE!

10 minutes, 10 minutes of absolute torture as the object's body was twisted, and bended by its Queen.

After much work the Queen held upon her hands her price. A Brown, green, and light pink pair of panties. "Ah yes, the perfect shape." The object's Queen yelled out. Her face then turned into a frown. "But I don't like that color scheme." The panties then started shivering in fear. The Queen pulled out a black spray can. "Time to fix you up!" She then got to work painting her clothes pure black, not an inch of its original color still being present. "And done!" The Queen yelled out throwing away her spray can. She then grabbed her bodysuit zipper. "Let's get you into your new home." The Queen then unzipped her jumpsuit revealing her naked body along with her dirty black panties, and bra. She then took her old panties off.

The panties wanted to scream, it wanted to beg, but it couldn't, It was an object. As the Queen slit her new panties on, the panties itself was thinking about its family, its friends, how she would never see them again, if panties could weep it would weep.

The queen fully slid her new, clean panties on. The queen then raised her hand…

SNAP!

On instinct the panties started shaking giving the Queen's ass a nice massage. "Yes, you'll do perfect." The Queen then started pulling up her jumpsuit.

As the darkness started to envelop the panties, it had one last thought. "Jesse…" before it succumbed to the darkness.

—

"Jacoba…" a voice rang out in Jacoba's mind. "... Sweetie?" Could it be… "Get up, I'm home."

Jacoba opened her eyes, the darkness faded, and what she saw was her family standing in front of her, Cha, and Sero standing to the side. "wh…wat…" She mumbled in disbelief.

"Is something wrong dear?" Jesse asked, puzzled by her wife's shocked demeanor.

"Where's the Queen!" Jacoba yelled out, tears forming in her eyes.

Her entire family just stared at her "Who the hell is the Queen?" Jill asked in confusion, putting away her phone.

Joy walked closer to Jacoba. "I think it's best for you to calm down, maybe a hug can…"

At lightning speed Jacoba grabbed onto her family, and hugged as hard as she could. "Thank God, oh God." Jacoba cried, tears coming down her face. After about a minute she'd let go.

Everyone else was pretty speechless at the mental state Jacoba was in. "Jacoba, Are you okay?" Sero asked bluntly, confused by her employee's mental state.

"Christy…" Jacoba yelled out, "... She returned and she squished me and…"

"Wait a second?" Cha interrupted as she reached her hand into a pocket. "You mean this." Cha pulled out a stress ball.

Jacoba looked at it for a second and…

"AHHHHHH! THE QUEEN!" She yelled out as she backed away in fear.

In Cha hand was a goofily smiling stress ball with crossed eyes, blonde hair, and black all over the rest of its body. "Yeah, I still have it since you mailed it to me."

Jacoba took a deep breath, "So it was just a nightmare.

The area went awkwardly silent. "So…" Jill broke the silence. "I think mom may need some therapy."

Jesse frowned. "But we are too broke for therapy." Jesse then stared at Sero.

"You think I have enough money to spare for therapy, I can barely run this place." Sero coldly answered Jesse's stare.

Jesse continued to stare at Sero, her anger mounting.

Joy meanwhile, continued to stare at the stress ball. "How long have you had to like that?"

Cha gave a stone look. "Look I can be a very petty person." She said as she looked down upon her stress ball. Suddenly inspiration struck. "Girls, I know just the thing." Cha said, walking towards the chair placing the stress ball on the chair. She then turned towards Jacoba. "I think it's best if you sit down."

Jacoba looked at Cha in confusion. "You want me to sit on her?"

"Yes!" Cha said bluntly, and without hesitation. Everyone just stared at her. "Look, that helps me calm my mind."

"I don't think that's good therapy." Sero responded. "Kind of seems like that would just reinforce bad habits."

Cha gave Sero a smile "So I assume you'll fill the bill for Jacoba therapy then?"

Instantly, Sero grabbed Jacoba's arm, and pulled her to the seat where the stress ball laid. "Come on, take a seat, it'll make you feel better." She said in a nervous sweat.

Jacob was still unsure, but then noticed her wife Jesse smiled. "Trust me sweetie, sometimes being cruel is very relaxing." Jesse warmly said.

Jacoba took a massive breath, raised her ass up and…

SQUEAK!

Planted her mighty ass down upon the stress ball, she rubbed her ass back, and forth to get comfortable, spreading the stress ball into a seat cushion. The fear inside of her started to dissipate, being replaced by something, being replaced by pure sadistic pleasure. Jacoba leaned back in her chair, and smiled. "I guess I'm the queen now…" she mumbled under her breath.

(THE END)