(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
It was a boring night at Shi’s house. Shi was in the kitchen making some delicious tea after the headache of work. Her face had a mundane expression. Her little boy Bao was off with Bong-Cha on a little date leaving the old bartender nothing really to do tonight.
Shi sighed to herself. She hated being alone. Without the loving embrace of her son, or the demented fun she could have with his girlfriend, she was left with soured spirits. “I wonder if those bunnies would be interested in anything.” she thought to herself as she poured her tea. “Maybe Trinity, or Emi would be interested in being made into a pie?”
But unknown to the old woman something was creeping in her house. Behind the unsuspecting granny was a mysterious figure holding a giant mallet. It raised this mallet up and…
WHAM!
The mallet slammed down upon the poor granny, squishing her beneath its mighty bulk.
The hammer itself was quite odd. It was green, brown, and light pink. The front side of it had a face on it. Face itself was cross side and had its mouth in a painful grimace. It was a facial expression that read “I don't want to be here.” The back side of the hammerhead appeared to have a picture of a light pink blouse covered booty on it. The hammer was quite stupid.
“Yes!” The mysterious figure laughed. The figure itself was wearing a leather black biker suit along with having dirty blonde hair. The mysterious intruder was none other than the maniac Christy. “Oh, I'm sorry…” Christy teased with the smile of a maniac. “... Did I interrupt tea time?” She lifted the hammer up to see her work.
On the floor was a gray, black, and white disk. Most of the disc was taken up by her flattened boobs and ass. Her tits taking up most of the front side and her butt taking up the majority of the back with the rest took up by the top of her head. Shi did not have time to look up so her face was not showing, instead of being squished into her cleavage. This just left only her hair showing in the center with the top knot. The tall granny was made into a cute little frisbee.
Christy casually bent down and…
SHHHHHHHHHLRRRP
peeled the disc from the ground like a sticker. “Aren't you just adorable?!” She teased as she started stretching the disc. “Did you think I would forget about the time you turned me into a coaster? You underestimate how petty I am” Her smile became more devilish just thinking about her next steps. “We're going to have some fun tonight you old hag.”
—
Christy had a giddy smile as she ran into the basement with her cute little disc. Looking around she saw the place was quite well-furbished. “This place is perfect!” She said as she walked towards the couch. She slammed the disc down onto the seat. She looked down on it, her smile slowly fading. “You're too flat.” she said poking the disc. The disc itself started to squirming giving Christy a big smile.
The mad biker reached into a cleavage. “Luckily, I made a stop at a garage before coming here.” She then pulled something out. It appeared to be an air pump. What was strange about it was its coloring. The bottom half was pure black, the midsection was pure white, and the handlebars for it were mostly red. In the center of the handlebar were a pair of derpy eyes looking in the opposite direction. “I managed to pick up this dumb air pump along with a few other things.” She told the inanimate disc as she put the pump on the ground and grabbed its tube. “Now then let's get you hooked up.”
PLUG!
The tube plugged into the disc causing it to squirm again. “All right, let's get to pumping” she said before doing just that. Slowly the disc started to grow in height and width. Soon the pathetic frisbee became quite a chunky seat cushion. Christy threw the air pump to the side. “Okay, now that that's done...” She said with her patient evil smile. She turned her booty towards the newly made seat cushion. “...Time for a test drive.”
SQUEAK!
The dumb bimbo slammed her fat booty upon it, squashing it down. She rubbed her ass back and forth testing the pathetic object’s limits. “You're so damn comfy…” She mumbled before she laid back into the seat, a sense of pride washing over her. “... It's so good to wi…”
She then stopped herself. something was off. It was a strange feeling coming from the seat cushion. Instead of fear or acceptance, it seems to be getting hotter. “What the hell?!” She thought as she got up from her seat. Looking down upon it, the cushion now had a squished imprint of Christy's ass, but weirdly enough it also looked redder. Christy looked at it in other confusion. “What the hell?” she asked the object as she picked it up. “If you're going to be weird about being a seat cushion then we can find something more embarrassing.” The seat cushion then started to shiver again. “Glad you understand your fuck up.”
—
Christy ran into the kitchen with her cushion. She slammed it down upon the stove as she giggled to myself. She reached in her cleavage and pulled out an object.
The object appeared to be a blue and brown bowl. The details on it were weird. One side seemed to have a pair of painted on breasts, and the other side seemed to have a painted on ass. The bottom of the bowl kind of looked like the bottom of sandals. However, the strangest part was inside of it. Inside the bowl would appear to be a painted on face. The face itself was cross-eyed and had a closed smile with a tongue hanging out. It was overall an utterly ridiculous looking bowl.
She put the bowl down before turning back towards the cushion. “You'll be surprised what you find at a mechanic…” she said before putting the seat cushion into the bowl. “... To be quite honest it was a bit self-made.” She giggled as she opened the stove. She then slid the bowl into the oven. “Speaking of self-made, let's get to it.” She then closed the stove.
(30 minutes later)
Christy opened the stove. The crazy woman reached for it with her mitten hands “Let's see how you turned out.” She pulled the bowl from the stove, and put it down on the counter where she was able to get a good look at what became of the cushion.
Whatever was in the bowl was no longer solid. It was instead a weird black, gray, white, and tan gooey substance. She grabbed a spoon and started poking around at the liquid. “My, you seem a little bit too gooey for dinner.” She teased before picking up the bowl again. She walked towards the fridge and opened the freezer door. “Let's fix that.” She then put the bowl into the freezer before closing the door.
(30 minutes later)
Christy removed the bowl from the fridge and brought it to the dining table. “Let's see how you turned out.” She then flipped the bowl over the table.
PLOP!
The contents of the bowl slipped out and landed on the counter. Laying there now was a black, gray, white, and tan half sphere ice cream cake.
Christy licked her lips as she pulled out a spoon. “My, you seem delicious…” she said with sadistic glee as she poked the ice cream cake with her spoon. Before she could devour it, something strange happened…
One, it was turning red, and more importantly, it was melting. Christy’s sadism gave way to confusion, and more importantly annoyance. “What the absolute fuck?!” She shouted as the ice cream cake spread around the table. “Damn it! you're not even good at being cake.” She yelled as she grabbed the bowl again. “I have to find a better use for you.”
—
Laying in the living room was a fully reformed Shi. Standing above her was a very agitated Christy. The criminal biker looked down upon the old hag. Shi’s eyes were crossed as she had a big goofy smile on her face, giggling to herself.
“She seems to still be out of it.” The completely oblivious biker thought as she reached into a cleavage. “At least this will make the next part easier.” She then pulled something out, a net, but it was a somewhat odd net. Mainly for the fact that it was two colors, purple and brown. Each opening was a perfect square shape. It also had a purple strap attached to it that helped the net squeeze its target. “At least I get to use this.” Christy sighed as she started wrapping the net around the giddy grandma.
“The mechanic place had the material for the net…” She said as she completely encircled Shi with it. “Like the bowl I needed to put some work into making it. In fact, I think it was the material I had to fiddle with the longest.” She then grabbed the strap. “But I think my hard work will pay off here.”
PULL!
SQUISH!
The poor Granny was compressed as the net closed in on her
PULL!
SQUISH!
The pressure from the net squeezed Shi even more, reducing her body to little more than a basketball shaped mess. The ball mainly consistent of Shi’s booty and ass with the top of her head and the soles of her feet taking up the tippy top and bottom, respectively.
Christy looked at this with annoyance. “This is the last time I use 6 ft, zoomer material.” She then grabbed the strap again. “Come on, work dammit!”
PULL!
SQUIS-SLICE!
Finally, the net did its job and sliced the pathetic ball to pieces. The pieces of the ball fell to the floor as little one inch cubes. The cubes harmlessly bounced on the carpet for a little bit before coming to a stop.
“Finally!” Christy yelled in a mix of frustration and relief. She then turned to look at her now empty net. “At least it finally worked.” She said as she threw the net to the side. She bent down to get a good look at the cute little cubes on the floor. She grabbed one of the gray ones between her index finger and thumb, and squashed it slightly. The cube wiggled in response. “It's cute that you could still squi…” she was then interrupted by a familiar feeling.
The cube in her hand turned slightly red as it started to heat up. Looking around she noticed all the cubes around her doing the same “Oh come on!” she yelled out in frustration. “Are you going to keep doing this?!” She continued to complain as she pulled something out of her cleavage. It was the same blue and brown bowl from before. She started picking up the cube still on the ground and put them into the bowl. “You really have to stop making this weird for me.”
—
Christy and Shi were in the basement. Shi once again laid on the floor with a same stupid smile on her face. Christy herself looked down in annoyance. “God damn it, you're thick.” She thought to herself before she reached into her cleavage again. “You've asked for it. No more Ms. Nice girl.” She then pulled something out of her cleavage.
The object was a gray and tan storage wheel. The storage wheel had a crank along with a base for it to rest on. The wheel was had painted on eyes plastered on the crank along with the words ‘Sero’ the eyes themselves gave off the impression of annoyance. One side of the wheel, the one with the crank, had the decal of massive tits, and the other side had the decal of a mighty ass. It was a peculiar device to say the least.
Christy grabbed the bimbo's hands and hooked them onto the inside of the wheel. “You're pretty tall aren't you granny…” Christy stated as she pulled out the hammer she flattened the granny with earlier. Shi started shivering in response.
WHAM!
Christy slammed it down upon Shi’s toes. “That's to keep you in place.” The mad punk yelled before walking back to the storage wheel. She grabbed the handle, an evil smile on her face. “Let's get rolling!”
STRETCH!
As she spun the wheel Shi’s body started to get pulled into it. The old granny's body became thinner and thinner as more of her got tangled up in the wheel. The pathetic granny started to turn into a pathetic noodle which put a smile upon Christy’s face. “We're not done yet!” She yelled as the noodle squirmed. She continued this for about 10 straight minutes until she finally stopped.
Finally, Christy stopped. “That was some hard bullying.” she mumbled as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She looked down upon the string she made. Stretching from the hammer to the wheel was a thin little thread connecting the two. Christy looked at it and smiled, giddy at her prey's helplessness.
She walked over to the hammer and pushed it away. She then grabbed the tip of the thread and started pulling it along. It took about 5 minutes for her to free the string from the wheel. When she was done the entire mass was wrapped around her hand. “Looks like I finally put you in your…” on cue the string around her hand started warming up again and turning red…again.
Christy’s face went white as a sense of despair rolled over her. “You got to be…” she screamed, her face red with rage. “... What the hell is wrong with you!” She started ripping the string of her hand. “Why are you like this?! Why are you making this…stupid?!” She threw the mess onto the floor and started stomping it. “Why can't you just let me enjoy myself!?”
Christy started breathing heavily, her face still red. Just then an idea entered her mind. “It looks like I have to get serious!”
—
Christy was hard at work smashing, stretching, and squishing some pesky materials together. More specifically the hammer, air pump, bowl, net and storage wheel. It was hard work, but every sound of painful groaning coming from her new project made it all worth it. After about 20 minutes she was finally done. She got up to examine her work.
Laying there was a surprisingly complex contraption for what the device was, a taffy puller. It was about 4 ft tall. It was blue, purple, green, red, white, black, gray, brown, tan and white flesh toned. The materials were mixed so well together it was hard to tell it was made up of a bunch of random knick knacks she found at a garage. The only noticeable off thing about the puller was on the sides of it and the base. The two sides had two sets of cartoonish eyes plastered onto them each, the base having an additional one. One set of eyes looked scared, one looked confused, one looked dazed, one looked annoyed as hell, and the last set on the base gave off an extremely pissed off look.
Christy smiled at her handiwork. “Okay, the hard part is done.” She then turned to the couch. Laying there was an extremely happy looking Shi, her eyes still spinning. “It’s a good thing you're still out of it.” The oblivious psychopath said as she grabbed Shi’s hair and pulled her towards the taffy machine. “Now then…” Christy said with a sadistic smile. “...Let's do some mixing!” She then threw the tall granny into the taffy puller as the machine started its work.
Slowly, her tan, white, black, and gray body started mixing with itself as it was pulled, stretched and squashed by the machine. The pathetic putty let out moans as more of its features disappeared because of the mixing. Christy let the machine run for a straight 10 minutes, enjoying every second of the taffy's fate. Eventually, The blob of colors became nothing more than a solid gray goo. Unless you saw the process it would be impossible to tell that the taffy was even a human at one point.
Christy looked at the pure gray dough and smiled. “Yes! yes!” she yelled out in victory as she jumped up and down. She turned away from the taffy machine as she raised her hands into the sky. “You share the same fate as all those who cross the magnificent Christy, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”
She was then poked on the back of her right shoulder “Hello miss…” a mysterious voice mumbled. “... What was your name again?
“What the…” Christy quickly turned around. Looking down on her was Shi with a warm smile. “Jesus Christ!” Christy yelled as she jumped back. “How the…what the…how are you…”
“Oh, I'm sorry madam…” Shi said, giving off a good laugh. “... I would have told you earlier, but I didn't want to stop the fun just yet.”
Christy just looked at her; she was completely and utterly baffled. “But you were nothing but dough a few seconds ago, completely knocked silly.”
Shi just laughed again. “Miss, I could reform anytime I wanted to and I wasn't dazed. I just let you do all that stuff to me.”
Christy could not comprehend what was going on at the moment. “How and why did you allow me to do all that to you in the first place then?!”
Shi simply padded Christy on the head. “Well dear…” Shi then reached into her back pocket. “…It's because I enjoyed all of that.”
Christy's face went from confusion to revulsion. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH…”
Before she could finish, Shi shoved a fat sack of cash in front of Christy’s face. “Might as well reward you for the fun today.”
Christy's eyes immediately went wide. She grabbed the money like a praying mantis. “Holy shit!” She yelled out as she examined the money. “This is a fuck ton.” Christy just gave her a smile. “Um…Thank you!”
“I'll ask again…” Shi said with a comforting voice. “... What is your name?”
Christy just stared at her. “Um…Christy!”
“All right, Christy…” Shi said with her simple smile. “Let's Make a deal…” Shi licked her lips. “... Why don't you come by at the same time once a week for more of that moolah.”
Christy’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God…” She yelled in disbelief. She then grabbed Shi's hand and started shaking it. “I'll be more than happy to do that for more green stacks.”
Christy then headed towards the basement stairs, and started running up them. Christy opened the door “See you next week granny!” She then slammed the door behind her.
Shi took a deep breath. “What a nice youngster.” She thought to myself before turning around. There was a slight loose end that she needed to fix quickly. She looked down upon the taffy puller and raised an eyebrow. “I already have a taffy puller for myself…” she thought. “Well, I suppose I can give it to Bong-Cha tomorrow if she's interested.”
(The End!)
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(I'm sure Cha will recognize the machine as soon as she sees it…right?”)