(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(BAD END)
Palutena was sitting on her throne relaxing in her usual attire. Things had been quite uneventful, Pit was going to be away for months, and the goddess had nothing to do. "I wish something eventful would happen" she thought, not realizing that she made a wish on a monkey's paw.
DING!
"Oh, I wonder who that could be?" She thought as she slowly got out of her seat. Walking to the door, she opened it. Looking outside she could only see the clouds surrounding her palace. "Strange…" she thought. She then looked down, and saw a box. "A package?" She thought as she picked it up. "Did Pit order this?" She thought as she brought it back inside. Walking to the throne room she put the box on the ground. "This must be Pit's order." She then bent down to open it. "I assume it's something stupid like a fidget spinner, or tambourine monk..AHHH!"
Immediately, upon opening it something sprinked out. "Greetings!" A metallic voice yelled out. The figure standing in front of her was a pure maternal metallic gray. It had no face, but had a feminine figure with a huge booty, and breasts. "I'm Cleaning Robot 708, I was ordered by a certain Windhero69 to clean, and keep the goddess company." It then took a bow.
Palutena tilted her head. "What an odd contraption." She thought as she walked around the machine, examining it closely. "Never really understood these metal constructs made by mortals…" she thought to herself. Coming back to the front of the robot she stared at the robot's non-existent face. "Okay, first things first, wash my clothes."
The robot just stood there in silence not moving an inch, Palutena raised an eyebrow. "Did Pit buy another sca…"
SQUEEZE!
Suddenly, the robot grabbed the goddess by the neck "I will gladly clean your clothes." The robot said in a monotone voice. It raised the goddess up as she was desperately kicking around, trying to escape. The machine then grabbed Palutena's feet. "First we need to compact the clothes."
SQUISH!
In an instant, Palutena's body was squished down, compressing her to 6 inches tall. Her breasts, and booty expanded to twice their original size, her eyes bulging out. The small woman was completely, and utterly confused. The goddess wanted to yell for the robot to stop, but in her current predicament that was impossible.
"First step completed." The robot announced as its stomach began to widen, and a hatch opened up. "Begin washing." At this point the crushed up ball began panicking, desperately trying to escape.
PLUG!
It was shoved directly into the robot stomach as the door shut behind it. "Begin washing procedure." Just then the sound of a washing machine, and a panicking little ball echoed through the robot. This panic quickly turned into the sounds of OOFs, and pain which was a weird sound for a ball of clothes to make. "Beginning two hours of washing." The robot said before turning around. "Will clean the palace in the meantime."
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(2 hours later)
708 finished cleaning the place an hour ago, and sat patiently on the throne. "It is always so boring when I have no chores to do."
DING!
Just then her stomach opened up. "Oh good, the clothes are done washing." She said with glee as she reached her arm into her stomach. After some pulling, she managed to get the clothes out of her stomach. She held in her arm a wet, and soaking goddess. Its eyes were spinning, barely even comprehending its situation.
"Aaaaaaaa…" the wet blob of clothing mumbled.
708 examined the clothes, "You need a quick drying." Her free hand then started slowly morphing, and changing. After about a minute it became a wringer. "All right, let's get you dry." She said, putting the clothe's hair in first.
SQUI…BLOCK!
After getting most of the clothes through the winger the thing suddenly jammed. Looking over it everything from the stomach up was completely flattened…however when you got to the thighs what was causing the problem became obvious. The pressure from the squishing caused the ass to bulge out, now being 10 times its original size, its panties riding up something fierce.
708 pushed the ass as much as she could, but it would not budge. "More extreme measures must be taken." Her free hand then became a paddle. She raised it up…
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SQUISH!
After a lot of slapping, the fat booty finally went through, with the legs going through with relative ease soon after.
On the floor was a curious goddess poster, its face confused, one eye looking up, and the other looking to the left, its face in a goofy smile, it's arms, and legs pointing straight down, it's boobs now five times their original diameters, and it's ass was now 10 times its original diameter. It was certainly one piece of really weird clothing.
"There we go, all clean." The robot said as she picked up the clothes. She then began folding it together. Because the ass was the biggest part, everything else was folded around it making the outside of the folded clothing the ass part. 708 then walked to a nearby drawer, opened it up, and shoved it in. "Job is complete…" the robot said, closing the drawer. She turned to the throne, and sat down. "... Now I will recharge."
(2 weeks later)
708 opened a drawer. Inside of it was a weird piece of clothing. It was mostly White flesh-toned, but had white, green, and gold around it. There was also another noticeable thing about it, it was incredibly dusty. "This probably needs a good cleaning." She said, pulling out the rag, and unfolding it. The piece of clothing appeared to be in the shape of a green haired, busty, and dump truck ass woman. "Strange?" The robot thought looking at the clothes silly face, her short memory not recalling where it came from. "Well better get the dust off first." She then started shaking the green piece of clothing.
POP!
Suddenly the clothes popped into three dimensions. It fell to the ground face first, its ass pointing into the air. The ass itself was still ginormous. 708 was taken aback. "That was strange…" she thought as she poked the booty, it jiggled in response.
"You!" A threatening voice yelled out.
708 casually looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. "Hello, who is there?"
Suddenly, the clothes jumped up, moving on their own. The clothes turned around, now standing on its two feet, its ginormous ass still jiggling. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" It yelled out, pointing at the robot.
708 tilted her head, "When could clothes talk?"
Rage filled the clothes face, a staff appearing in its hand. "GET BURNED BY THE LIGHT!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A massive laser beam erupted from its staff, and completely covered the robot in burning light. After about a few seconds the beam dissipated. Standing there was a completely unharnessed, and still mildly confused robot. The clothe's eyes widened. "Ummmmm… we can talk about this rig…"
WHAM!
Suddenly, a massive Hammer slammed down upon the completely horrified clothes. "Very weird clothes, very destructive." 708 said, lifting its hammer up. The robot looked down to see what became of the clothes.
Sitting there was a 6-in diameter, green, white, red, golden, and white flesh tone disc. Most of the disc was taken up by a picture of large boobies. They took up so much space that the only other part of the former clothes still visible from the top was a pair of spinning eyes. To the sides of the disc was what appeared to be two hands, and two bare feet, each of them evenly separated into an x shape from the disc.
The insane robot bent down, and grabbed the disc.
RIP!
Peeling it off the floor, she flipped it around. The only thing that was on the back was a picture of a juicy, panty clad booty, it's panties just a thin line between the cheeks.
Paying it no mind, 708 placed it on the ground. "That would teach you to be ru…" she then noticed something odd. The weird disc started moving, waddling around with its weird hands, and feet. 708 looked on, curious about this development. She then raised her foot.
SQUISH!
She lightly put her foot down, stopping it in its tracks. The disc started squirming like crazy, desperate to escape. "Please stop…" The robot mumbled. The disc did not listen to her. The robot shook her head as she bent down, and grabbed it. Lifting the disc to her face she saw it still struggling. "Okay, it's time for some reprogramming." One of her hands turned into a paddle as she turned the disc around so her face was pointed at the booty. She lifted her paddle up, and…
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
The slapping continued until the disc stopped moving. "Okay, very good…" she told the object. "... I'm going to put you on the ground, and you're going to stay still." The object remained motionless. "Very good…" 708 then bent down, and placed the disc on the ground. Immediately the disc attempted to book it. Unfortunately, for the object it was about as fast as a turtle. The machine bent down, and picked up the disc again. 708 shook her head. "This is going to take a lot of programming." Her hand then became a paddle again…
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
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(2 months later)
708 was doing her daily cleaning of the palace. At this point she was almost done mopping the floors. Next to her was a normal bucket. However there was something strange at the bottom of it, it looked like it was carrying it around. "All done!" She said retracting her mop handle hand. She then turned to the bucket. "Thanks for the help once again Disc MK 1" she then grabbed the bucket, and put it to the side.
What was underneath the bucket was a cute little green, white, red, golden, and white flesh-toned disc, with massive breasts painted on. The eyes of the cute little thing looked at its master with a twinge of fear.
The robot then began to walk away. "Come on, it's time to take our break." Without hesitation, the disc followed. Coming to the throne 708 pointed at it. "All right, get on there."
Despite the obvious terror in its eyes it climbed up without hesitation. It tucked its arms and feet under its body like a weird turtle, and then started slightly twitching.
POP!
The disc popped into three dimensions as a little oval shape.
"Very good MK 1." She said, turning around, showing her ass to the oval.
The disc looked up in fear. Working was bad enough, but this was always the worst part of the discs day.
SQUISH!
The machine's mighty ass sat upon the poor little disc, the machine rubbing her ass back, and forth on it. "You are such a good little helper, and cushion. I wish I remembered how I got you."
Despite the humiliation, disc preferred this form. It was no longer getting squished which it found positive even if it was embarrassing. It accepted it was no longer a goddess, but a mere object, and seat cushion.
708 clap her hands, "vibrate mode." Immediately, the disc started shaking like the good little object it was.
It has accepted its fate, but hated every moment of it.
(THE END!)