(Bad Ending)

(Nsfw Warning, I understand this is before every one of my stories, but it especially applies here. This is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, this is also more sexualized than anything I've done so far, if you don't like that, don't read this.)

Julia had an itch, an urge that had not been satisfied for months. Most of her life her main passions were reading, and photography, but now she craved something else. Her two pillows, blanket, and clothes had lost some of their luster. They seem to have fully accepted that they were inanimate objects. No more fear, or defiance. Just staying perfectly quiet, and still like good little objects. Julia had forgotten who they even were at this point except for the fact that they were once bimbos. She needed to feel the rush again. Finally however, she would get her opportunity.

Julia sat at her desk, waiting in her pink pants, and bra, and sitting on her special seat cushion. Today was going to be that day, the day she got that fixed again.

Just then someone opened the entrance to her photography studio. It was a 25-year-old woman with a gorgeous hourglass figure. She had pink, and blue hair split down the middle of her head. She had a very crude looking white short crop top with what appeared to be no bra, and some converse shoes. "Hi photo lady, I'm here to apply for a job." The strange woman said in a giggly voice.

Julia bit her lip. This clearly was a stupid ass bimbo, she would be perfect. "Oh, you're the one who signed the contract earlier?"

"Yes! Mrs. Photo lady." The bimbo yelled out loud in glee. "Names Sasha by the way."

Julia got out of her seat, and raised her hand. Both women shook hands. "I can already tell you'll be a perfect fit for the company." She then walked over, and opened the back door. "Come on in."

Sasha had a delightful smile on her face. "I have to thank you so much, I always wanted to be a model." She said as she ran through the door. "You won't regret this decision."

Julia just stood there, slightly shaking. She put her hand on her crotch. "I certainly won't." She then walked in closing the door behind her.

The room they were both in was extremely dark, Sasha herself could barely see a thing. "Why is it so dark in here?"

"Oh don't worry…" Julia responded innocently. "... It helps make the pictures more dramatic." She then pointed to a random area. "Let us begin."

Sasha slowly walked to the area, trying her best not to step on anything. "Is this how they usually do photo shoots?" She thought to herself.

Julia held back the urge to moan at her soon-to-be victim's fate "Okay, just stand perfectly still, and will start in a second."

"Okay." Sasha said, still trying to keep her cheerful voice. Both of them stood in absolute silence. Sasha looked back, and forth. "I don't mean to be impatient, but when exactly are we going to…

PLUCK!

Sasha felt a sudden pain in the back of her buttocks. "EHHH!" She screamed as she felt something filling her body up. "What the hec…" she looked down, and noticed something. Her boobs were growing exponentially, she was getting much taller, and her ass was increasing in size. When it was done her boobs were three times their original size, her ass was five times its original size, and she was now 8 ft tall. Her clothes could barely contain her now triple AAA assets

Sasha's eyes were now spinning, her balance messed up. "What the absolute hell?" She mumbled in complete confusion as the tube was pulled out of her buttocks. She fell to the ground, and landed to her side. "I didn't know this is how modeling works."

Julia gave off a devilish smile. "You're doing great Ms." She then pulled out a little button. "Now then give me the biggest smile you can."

Sasha while still completely, and utterly confused, complied. "If this is what it takes to be a star then okay."

Julia looked down at her button, and gave it a little press.

BUZZZZZZ!

"What was that?" Sasha said in a panic. She tried to lift her body off the ground, but her ass, and boobs were just too heavy. "What's going on? This is not what photoshoots look like on television."

Julia made an evil grin. "You should have read the fine print my dear."

"I'm scared lady, what's going…"

WHAM!

A giant piston slammed right on top of poor Sasha, crushing the poor her into nothing.

Julia licked her lips at the site of Sasha's fate. That sensation, it had returned. She pressed the button causing the piston to rise again. She walked over where the piston slammed down, and looked at the squish content underneath.

Sasha was now flat as a sticker. Her flat form was lying to the side giving a nice view of her ass, and her tits at the same time. Her ass, and tits themselves were even bigger than before. Her short crop top was completely destroyed revealing her bare boobies. Her height was even bigger, about 10 ft. Finally her face became cross-eyed, her fat lips in a painful grimace.

Looking down at this site Julia started drooling. "No, no, not yet, we're not finished." She mumbled like a mad woman. She grabbed the tip of the posters foot before pulling.

RIP!

Slowly she pulled it off the floor before rolling it into a tube. Putting the poster under her shoulder causes Julia to sweat profusely. "Just a little bit more time…just a little bit more time…" she repeatedly mumbled to herself as she walked out the door.

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(later)

More, and more Julia pressed the new poster atop the billboard, each squeak making her more, and more horny. After about 10 minutes she was done. The seductive poster was now even bigger, being about 14 ft long. Above it there was text that read. "Julia's photography." She was so squishy she looked like she was drawn on, no one would suspect a thing. The poster was under her mercy

Julia wiped her hands as she admired her work. "You're doing great, Ms. poster." She told the poster like it was an actual person, and not an inanimate object. "Anyway, your contract lasts until the heat death of the universe so you're going to be there for a while." Julia then gave the poster's boobies a good slap. She looked up at its face, it didn't so much as flinch. "You'll do fine Ms Poster, people will love you." She then turned away from her poster, and started walking away. She grabbed her crotch, and moaned. The sensation was great, the pure terror on the billboard was enthralling.

She had found a new passion, a new art. Something she would have to do again, and again.

(The End)