(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(BAD END)
Samus Aran was relaxing in her spaceship wearing her iconic blue jumpsuit. The list of bounties had dried up recently, and she was bored out of her mind. Most of the bounties she was most qualified for were already settled, and she wasn't going to use her talents to go after a pickpocketer.
She browsed the web looking at various objects on sale. “Maybe one of these things will cheer me up…” she thought to herself. After going through pages of useless stuff she found something. Something called a Cleaning Robot 708. Samus raised an eyebrow. “Hmmmm…” Samus moved her mouse over to the purchase button. “... Should be an interesting novelty.” She clicked the button unknowingly bringing a terrible disaster upon herself.
—
(A few space days later)
Something was teleported onto the ship. It was a small one by one foot cubed package. It had a logo that depicted a chibi robot head on it. Samus bent down, and started opening the package. “Let's see what we have…”
BOING!
“Shit!” Samus screamed as she jumped back as something sprained out of the box. Standing there perfectly still was a mechanical being.
Its screen face lit up. “Greetings!” The robots said in a monotone voice. “I am Cleaning Robot 708, and I'm at your service.” The machine then took a bow.
Samus got herself off the floor. She slowly examined the machine. The machine was silver and had a female humanoid figure, including being surprisingly well endowed.
The robot bent back up, and reached into its robotic cleavage. Samus looked on, somewhat befuddled. “What are you…”
708 pulled out a little green and yellow sphere about the size of a marble. “Bringing out some assistants.” She then gave the marble a good squeeze before dropping it onto the ground. Samus looked down, and saw the ball slowly grow more and more before…
POP!
The ball exploded into two female figures who stood upon their feet with their hands behind their back. They were both wearing french maid outfits with short mini skirts that barely could contain their booties, and shirts that had trouble containing their massive cleavage. The only difference between their clothes was one was colored green, and the other was colored yellow. The yellow clothed one also had short yellow hair, while the green clothed one had long green hair. They also seem to be in different moods with the green one looking agitated while the yellow one looked scared.
Samus raised an eyebrow. These machines didn't look all that mechanical. “I don't remember you being talked about on the store page.” She asked the two additional maid bots. “What exactly are yo…”
The two assistants turned around and mooned her, showing off their fat asses. They were wearing matching white panties that had something written on them. The green one had MK I and the yellow one had MK II.
Samus blushed. She had a hard time processing what just happened. Both of the maids then turned around to face her again. “You seem a bit overwhelmed.” MK II said nervously. “There's a good reason we plastered our names there.”
The green one’s face went red as she grinded her teeth. “Our owner is forgetful, and will leave us places without our labels constantly reminding them who we are.”
Samus was still utterly lost. “I knew this device seemed strange, but this is a whole new level.”
708 grabbed both of its assistance by the hair. “Enough chat…” the machine said, the fear in the assistants eyes growing. “... Let's get you two set up.”
Both the assistants close their eyes, and prepare themselves for work.
POW!
SLAM!
SQUISH!
WHAM!
Samus watched as 708 crushed, bended and stretched the two poor assistants like Play-Doh. She heard the screams and muffles of pain coming from the two. “Who the hell programs machines to feel pain?” she asked, watching the spectacle before her. After a few seconds the robot was done.
It placed the new object on the floor. The two assistants were morphed into a green, yellow and flesh toned vacuum cleaner. Samus looked at it with complete confusion. “This thing is just getting stranger…”
708 took a bow. “They are great assistants…” The vacuum then started running. “... It is time to do my task.” It said as it ran the vacuum cleaner upon the metal floors, walking away from the bounty hunter.
Samus just scratched her head. “I certainly bought an interesting product…”
—
(A space hour later)
“I have one more room to clean.” the mechanical maid said as it pulled its vacuum along. It came to a peculiar room, Samus's bedroom. Putting the vacuum to the side, 708 walked into the master’s room, and what she saw spooked them to their very core.
The room was a disastrous mess. Trash littered the floor along with many dishes that look like they've been there for weeks. Even the walls themselves looked positively filthy. 708 shivered at the site. This was the most messed up room she's seen in a while. (It has short term memory so that's not saying much, but still.) There was something else noticeable in the room though.
Samus was there lying on her bed, and taking a nice nap. Robot’s entrance did not wake her from her sweet dreams. “How could anyone live like this?” The robot thought as she walked through the disgusting, trash covered floor. She went up to the bed and put her hands on the sheets, her processing unable to recognize Samus’s motionless body. “Let's get to work then.” She then pulled the sheets up.
Samus jolted awake. “Wait what…”
SQUASH!
That was all Samus could get out before she was squished together along with the clothing. Her painful mumbles went unnoticed by the kooky machine. It compressed it smaller, and smaller until it was the size of a basketball. “At least cleaning these sheets will be easy.” It thought to itself before opening the hatch to its stomach. The ball of clothes could only mumbe in pain and confusion.
PLOP!
708 shoved the ball up sheets into its stomach and closed its hatch. “There we go…” It said to itself before looking down upon the disgusting floor. “I hope the master will appreciate this.” She then looked around the disgusting room. “Where is she anyway
—
(A space hour later)
708 was sitting on a green, yellow, and white flesh tone couch. Her booty resting on the seat cushions that suspiciously look like eyes, and her head resting on the booty looking back pillows. The greenside had MK I written on the back pillows, and the yellow one had MK II pasted on it. “Nothing beats a little break after a hard day's work.”
DING!
The mischievous robot looked down upon its stomach. “Looks like the wash is done.” She said as she got up, opened the hatch, and grabbed the sheets inside. As she did so something fell to the floor.
It was a basketball shaped object that was soaking wet. The 50% of the ball had an enormous booty covering its round surface. Another 30% taken up by well-stacked boobies, and the rest taken up by cartoonishly spinning eyes.
The ball slowly got its bearings as it did its best to look around. It looked up upon the giant robot in front of it who was still holding up the wet sheets. “Let's get you dry then.” She said and her right hand turned into an ironer as she pulled out an ironing board for my stomach. “Should be done in a jiffy.”
Ball looked upon the robot in anger. It then began rolling straight towards the machine.
Tap…
708 felt something tap her leg. “What the…” she looked down, and saw a very soggy ball constantly roll into her leg. It was quite adorably pathetic. 708 bent down, and picked up the furious basketball. The ball itself gave the robot a death glare. “What an odd contraption?” The anger on the blue ball’s face only grew from hearing those words from the clueless robot.
708 looked upon the soaked ball. “You seem a little damp…” She then raised her ironing hand towards the ball, the object's eyes went from fury to terror in an instant. ”... Let's fix that.”
HSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
708 ran her ironing hand all over the blue basketball. The mufflings of pain coming from the object. “Aaaaaaand done.” She yelled out as she held up the object. The blue basketball was not only dry, but much more smoothed out and shiny with its eyes crossed. “Good as new.”
The ball said nothing in response.
SQUEAK!
708 pressed her hand down upon the ball causing it to squeak like a squeak toy. “So soft…” An idea ringed in her head. She turned towards the couch. “... The master won't mind if I use you for a bit.” The ball started twitching and shaking, desperate to escape. “Glad to see you're excited.” She said before plopping it down upon the couch. She then turned around and showed her booty towards the ball. The object knew what was coming…
WHAM!
The machine's giant mechanical booty slammed down upon the poor ball, partially flattening it. “Oh my…” the robot moaned as she rubbed her ass back and forth upon the seat cushion. “... You're just wonderful. I have to ask the master where she got you so I can get my own.” She then laid back upon her couch, ready to get a good rest.
—
(Edited)
(Three space months later)
MK I and MK II were walking through the hallways of the ship. “It's nice for the mistress to finally give us a little break.” MK II said nervously, its mind still stuck with paranoia.
MK I give MK II the stink eye. “We were a couch for 3 months.”
MK II looked back at its partner, sweat coming down its face. “That's a pretty short time to be honest.”
MK I didn't even dignify that with a response. Both of them came up to the main living quarters of their mistress. They both opened the door, and peaked inside.
There they saw their master sleeping like a baby, booty on a suspicious looking bean bag chair. The bean bag chair itself was pure blue except for a decal on the back that read MK III.
“When did the master get another assistant?” MK II asked as she scratched her head.
MK I grabbed the handle of the door and slowly closed it. “Who cares, at least we finally get a break.”
Meanwhile, all MK III could do was stare at its Masters fat ass, something that it had been accustomed to at this point. MK III hated its job so much.
SLAP!
A half asleep smack the bean bag chair. “Vibrate mode.” On cue the object obeyed its command and started shaking. “I'm so glad I got you.” She said happily before going back to sleep.
THE END!