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

(BAD END!)

Opening the door to her apartment, Mary Jane was exhausted. She walked slowly through her apartment. Peter was going to be away for a long while, and the loneliness was somewhat getting to her. It didn't help that she was currently unemployed, and all job applications ended up leading nowhere. "The economy is so bad a model can't even get a job."  Mary Jane started searching in her drawer for some relaxation clothes, settling on a red tank top and red polka dotted panties.  She lazily slumped to the couch before planting her ass on it. "When the hell is Peter going to be back?" She thought as she lazily grabbed the TV remote.

Just then there was a knock on the window. Mary Jane's heart stopped as she turned towards it. "Tiger?" She mumbled under her breath as she jumped up from her couch, and ran towards the window, opening it without hesitation. "Peter?!" She yelled looking back and forth. Oddly, no one seemed to be there. "What the…?" Mary Jane thought as she pulled her head from the window. "... Am I that desperate I've started hallucin…"

"Oh redhead!" A feminine voice whispered into her ear. Mary Jane immediately turned around. Standing right in front of her was a very familiar feline. "How's it going tiger?" The mysterious woman in a black suit asked, holding a can of pineapples in one of her hands.

Mary Jane looked at the intruder with somewhat contempt. "Felicia…"

The cat simply smiled back as she used one of her claws to open the can. "When I'm wearing the costume you call me by my code name."

Mary Jane rolled her eyes. "Look 'Black Cat' I'm not doing this right now."

Black Cat smiled. "Why you gotta be rude." She said before chucking down the pineapple slices.

"Stop playing dumb…" MJ demanded as she grinded her teeth. "... You always come for a reason."

Black Cat swallowed her treats. "Look…" The cat said as she examined her now empty can. "I got in trouble, and I need a place to crash for a bit."

Mary Jane gave her the stink eye. "I'm not harboring a criminal."

Felicia turned her can over, and started shaking it to make sure it was empty. "Come on, you can't do this for a friend…?"

Mary Jane then pointed to the window. "Get out before I call the poli…"

WHAM!

Black Cat slammed her can straight onto MJ's head applying so much force that she squeezed most of MJ's body into the can leaving only her thigh, booties and legs free from the tin prison. The pressure from the compression of her body caused her booty to grow five sizes, her underwear basically turning into a thong. Because of the shock of the whole thing MJ just stood there, bairly processing what just happened.

"I was trying to be nice." Felicia bemoaned as she just stared at the can with legs. "Looks like we got to do this the hard way."

Suddenly, the can legs started moving. MJ ran around the room like crazy; like a mix between an olympic marathoner, and a headless chicken.

Black Cat shook her head. "You always were rambunctious." She mumbled as she raised her fist to the sky. "But I have to ask you to..."

WHAM!

Felicia slammed her fist down upon the can. The can with legs stood there for a few seconds before rag-dolling onto the ground. They landed face first, flat on the ground, her ass somehow larger thanks to the punch. Felicia just stared at the booty before shaking her head. "Okay, let's see if we can get you in there." She said, bending down, and grabbing the cans legs. "First, the easy part."

SQUISH!

SQUISH!

With surprising ease, Felicia shoved the two legs into the can causing the ass to get even bigger. She then put the can upright leaving the butt pointing upwards. "I understand you had a fat ass MJ, but this is ridiculous."

"Mmmmmmm…" the can mumbled.

SLAP!

Felicia gave the booty a good smack. "Quiet you…" the petty thief yelled looking disappointed at the butt. "... If you just said yes we wouldn't be doing this."

The ass turned red. Whether this was from the pressure, the slap, embarrassment or pure anger the mischievous cat did not know, or care.

Felicia put both her hands on the booty. "Now just…hold…still…"

SQUUUUUUIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSH!

POP!

After much butt pounding MJ was finally in the can. "There you go!" The black cat happily said as she turned the can over. "Now to get you out of there."

TAP!

She gave the top of the can a good smack. Slowly, but surely the contents of the can slowly spilled out.

Falling onto the floor was a cylinder. It had three noticeable features. One, a massive booty that took up 50% of the cylinder circumference, the underwear at this point barely visible. The second was a massive pair of boobs with a tight red tank top that took up 25% of the cylinder. And lastly, was the huge cartoonish eyes, their expression a mix of annoyance, anger, and acceptance. All in all, it was adorable.

BONG!

Felicia snapped the cylinder with her fingers causing it to jiggle like jello. "Aren't you adorable?"

The can did not respond, not even mumbled. It accepted it was helpless, but had contempt for every second of it.

Felicia grabbed the weird jello, and brought it up to her face. "Look, this will only be temporary…" she said as she walked towards the kitchen. "...it probably won't be for that long. "

Can itself just kept its pissed off expression, both literally, and metaphorically there's nothing more that the little cylinder could say on the matter so it just kept quiet.

"That's a good can." She then shoved the can into one of the cabinets next to some other, less perverted cans. "See you later."

She then closed the cabinet door leaving the poor cylinder in darkness.

—

(Two weeks later)

A very tired Felicia walked into the kitchen. The criminal was wearing nothing, but black panties and a bra. She opened the pantry door. There she saw some ordinary cans, nothing that would interest her hunger, but then one can caught her eye. The can was red, and white flesh-toned. It was the good old MJ can she saved for a rainy day. She saw that its eyes were shut, it must have been sleeping.

A smile came upon the cat's face. "Oh that's right,I forgot about you." She reached her hand and grabbed the can, jolting it awake. "You seem pretty lonely." A smile came to her face. "Let's fix that."

—

(Later)

Felicia was curled up, laying on her side, and sleeping like a baby. Next to the thieves booty was an extremely pissed off can. It could do nothing, but look at the TV that was only projecting static. To state that the can did not like its new roommate would be an understatement.

The can started to wiggle about in anger. Felicia could at least do the bare minimum, and turn off the goddamn TV. The can then bumped into the cat booty, desperate to get the lazy bitches attention.

"Wha…" Felicia moaned. The can only had a brief second to realize its mistake.

SQUISH!

The mighty cat ass slowly crushed the can as the thief pulled herself upright. "Hey, what's going on?" A half comatose Felicia mumbled as she lazyly looked around. Everything seemed fine, but she felt something odd below her booty. For some reason, the cushions were much more comfortable here then other parts of the couch.  Almost like a switch she closed her eyes, and went back to sleep. This time laying straight up on the couch.

—

(The next morning)

Felicia stretched her arms. She was fresh, and rejuvenated. "That was such a great night's sleep." She thought to herself as she rubbed her ass back, and forth on the couch. "This couch is to die for." She then slowly got up from it. "I wonder how Ms. Can is doing?" The cat purred before turning around back towards the sofa. There she saw a surprising sight.

There was no can, but instead a mussed up red, and white skin tone butt print. The butt print had three pairs of circles on it. Boobs with a red tank top, derpy, crossed, cartoonish eyes, and a huge booty with barely noticeable underwear.

Felicia bit her lip as she tried desperately not to laugh. "Um…sorry Ms.Cushion."

At this point the poor slab of Play-Doh didn't even have the energy to even react with contempt.

Felicia slowly bent down, and grabbed the edge of the butt print.

RIP!

Peeling it off, she got a good look at the back side. The only difference on the other side was the eyes being replaced by cute feet.

The Play-Doh's predicament was hilarious to her, even if it was a total accident. A light bulb flashed into the cat's head. "Hey putty?"

Said putty did not have the energy to respond, even with a mumble, or glare.

"I think I have a perfect way we can spend our time together." Cat said with an evil grin.

If putty could panic it would right now.

—

(One month later)

Black Cat slowly climbed into the window of MJ's apartment with a bag of doobie's legal objects. "What a great catch today." She thought to herself as she threw her new possessions onto the couch. "But it's time for some relaxation." However, the dubious thief was not heading towards the couch, but something else.

Sitting near the door was a weird bean bag chair. It was mostly circular, however, it appeared to have been sat on so many times it had caused the thing to cave in a bit. The center was sunken in a bit leaving a perfect booty shaped seat. The back half was quite swollen forming sort of a back cushion to lean on. The texture on it was also weird being red and white flesh-toned. The extra large back area looked like a booty, the front area looked like breasts, and the center looked like it had eyes. Overall, it was quite ridiculous, but comfy looking.

Black Cat walked up to her favorite seat. She gave it a quick smile before turning around and pointing her booty at it. "Roommates home."

SLAM!

The booty came down like a meteorite causing the whole thing to squirm. Black Cat rubbed her ass back and forth, before laying back on the back cushion. She then gave the back cushions a good slap. "Vibrate mode…"

Immediately, the seat started shaking, giving the criminal a good massage. While the object was defiant for a while, after enough ass sittings it seemed to understand that it was just an obedient object.

"Good news roommate…" the cat teased. "... Because of some…unforeseen issues I'm going to be staying for even longer. Just then the seat started shaking even more violently, making Black Cat even more comfortable. "Glad to see you happy about it too."

(THE END!)