(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S PASTE!” A long, red-haired woman in a red business suit screamed at the top of their lungs at a noticeably taller woman in front of her.
The tall brown haired woman looked at the redhead with minor annoyance. “It's not my fault she couldn't look both ways before crossing the street.” She crossed her arms over her white tank top. “She should have been more careful.”
Both women appear to be talking in a poorly lit backstage. It was extremely obvious that the place was understaffed with a bunch of random stuff lying around that probably broke a bunch of OSHA mandates.
“Okay, but quick question Tori…” The redhead asked, grinding her teeth. “Why did you leave her on the road to be squished for 12 HOURS!”
Tori put her black and red gloved hands upon her blue jean, short thighs. “That road was busy, Scarlet.” She said in frustration. “If I tried to peel her off you would have been down two wrestlers today.”
Sweat started coming down Scarlet’s face as she paced back and forth. “This is not good, this is not good.” She mumbled in a panic “We need to find a replacement and fast.” She began pondering. She then snapped her fingers as a smile came to her face. “I got it.” She then turned towards Tori.
Her employee knew that smile all too well, it was the smile that came before a very morally questionable idea.
“We’ll just take a random audience member and have that be your opponent.” Scarlet explained as she rubbed her hands together. “Will pretend we're doing a raffle to give the illusion that this was all planned.”
Tori looked at her boss with concern. “wouldn't that just make the match most likely one sided.”
Scarlet shrugged. “Who cares…” she replied to her dimwitted employee. “... The audience is here for the squishing anyway.” Then a more devilish smile appeared on her face. “And there's a nice bonus to the plan…” She rubbed her hands together. “...because it's a ‘Prize’ we won't have to pay them jack shit.” She then let out an evil laugh.
Tori just watched as her boss cackled like a super villain. She rolled her eyes. “I wonder if anyone else is hiring wrestlers at the moment.” she thought to himself knowing damn well what the answer to that was.
—
(Later)
Jesse and Joy walked up to the cheap-looking stadium. Cheap was probably too nice of a word, the place looked like it was going to collapse.
Joy looked up at the stadium slightly shaking. She turned to her mother who had a joyous smile on her face “Mom…” she asked nervously.
“What is it dear?” Jesse responded, barely able to contain her excitement.
“Why did you bring me here?” Joy asked nervously.
Jesse gave her daughter a motherly look. “Don't you understand the pure joy of it?” She said as her smile grew bigger. “Two hearty souls beating the crap out of each other.” She then started punching the air. “The adrenaline, the power, The pride from a well-earned victory, the…!”
Joy just continued staring at her mother as she became even more hyperactive. “That's not answering my question.” Joy said, trying to get her mother back on track. “Why did you drag me here?”
Jesse gave her daughter a smile as she patted her on the head. “Look dear…” she said warmly. “You're the cutest pie I know, but you’re also a bit…timid.”
Joy gave her mother a look. “What do you mean by that?”
“Your loving personality is the best part about you but…” Jesse frowned, having difficulty getting her point across “... You have a bit of a submissive problem.”
Joy puffed up her cheeks as she looked at her mother in anger. “You think I'm a wimp?”
Jesse shook her head. “No, no, no…” her mother said with a worried expression. “... That may be in the ballpark, but…”
Joy was ticked off “If being a ‘wimp’ is such a problem why don't you bring Mom with us?”
“Look dear…” Jesse responded. “I love her, but she's kind of a lost cause on that front…”
Joy couldn't really argue with that point. “I don't think watching two women turn each other into dough is going to have much of the desired effect you're looking for.”
Jesse gave her daughter a smile again. “Don't worry, it will light the fire in your heart I promise you...”
WHAM!
“WHAT THE CRANBERRY SAUCE!” Joy screamed as she jumped back.
Without warning, something slammed directly upon Jesse. It appeared to be a humongous ‘O’ letter. Looking up, Joy saw one of the letters of the stadium sign had fallen off. Joy could easily make it out. It read ‘Pro Wrestling’ or more accurately ‘Pr Wrestling’ now.
Joy looked back down upon the letter, and noticed a little white bit peeking out from it. “Don't worry, I got you mom…” Joy said as she grabbed the tip of the mush and started pulling.
POP!
Joy managed to pull the strange object out from its letter prison. Funny enough, the object was a circle much like the thing that landed upon it. The front side was taken up by red hair, and a goofy, smiley, cross-eyed face. Below this goofy expression it's a nice decal of some plump breasts. Turning it over Joy saw a fat, circular booty decal with the soles of high heel feet plastered on it. It was a pretty ridiculous looking object.
Joy could only sigh. “Why does this stuff always happen to us?” she thought to herself in defeat as she tucked the disc under her arm. She started walking towards the entrance of the stadium, and more specifically, a ticket booth.
Standing at the ticket booth was a very impatient looking redhead in a business suit tapping her fingers on the counter.
She put the disk on the counter “I could go home, mom can't stop me now…” Joy thought as she pulled two tickets from her pocket. “but mom already paid for this.” She handed the tickets to the redhead. “Can I have some help fixing my mom as well? I don't have money, but I'm pretty sure my mom can pay you for…”
bwAAAAAAAAAHHP!
Joy jumped up from the sound that blasted into her ear. “What the…!?”
“Congratulations!” The ticket booth woman, or more accurately, Scarlet screamed out as she grabbed the still confused Joy’s left hand and started shaking it. “You just won the opportunity to compete in our wrestling match today!”
“Wait?! what?!” Joyce said in confusion. “I'm sorry this must be some kind of mistake, I didn't enter any…”
Scarlet started frantically padding Joy on the back. “You don't need to be modest, enjoy your prize…” She said as she grabbed the disc from the counter. “I see someone got into a little accident.” She then shoved the disk into her cleavage. “Don't worry, we'll get it fixed up for you as you do some clobbering in the ring.” Then started pulling Joy along. “Come on, let's get you dressed up.”
“Wait! wait! wait!” Joy screamed as she desperately tried to free herself from the grasp of the crazy woman. “I'm not made for this, I bruise easily!” She continuously yelled in a panic as she was pulled.
—
(Later)
Tori waited in the ring, frantically tapping her foot. she looked around. The place was a mess, and very cheap looking. This wrestling organization had seen better days. Looking around at the crowd Tori noticed they were just us agitated as she was at the moment.
“Where is Scarlet with that contestant?” She thought to herself. “She better not just be getting a hobo like last time.”
On cue, a semi broken spotlight shined down upon the stadium entrance. Standing there was the chubby, but adorable Joy sweating nervously. She wasn't in her usual attire. Instead she was wearing a one piece, blue wrestling outfit and a blue domino mask. The suit itself was quite uncomfortable, it could barely hold cleavage and rode up her ass something fierce. Scarlet didn't even have the decency to give her shoes with her instead being barefoot.
Joy blushed as she started walking towards the arena. “This is so embarrassing…” She thought to herself as she climbed upon the ropes. “... Why did I agree to even do this?”
Tori looked down at the fat ass in front of her. She was thoroughly unimpressed. “So, you're who I'm fighting today.”
“Ummm….” Joy mumbled as she looked up at the terrifying woman, barely able to get a word out.
Tori rolled her eyes. “Of course she got another hobo…” she thought to herself as she started cracking her fists. “... Well, I can at least make this entertaining for the audience.” She grabbed the poor girl by her hair and lifted her up.
Joy started shivering in fear. “This is my first time…” She pleaded. “... Can we start off a little bit eas…”
SQUISH!
The Titan of a woman squashed the tiny Joy like Play-Doh between her massive hands. During the process Joy screamed out in muffled pain as her body was compacted more and more. After about 30 seconds, Tori held out her price for the audience to see. In her hands waa a blue and brown basketball. Most of the front side of the ball was taken up by squished in massive breasts with only cartoonishly fearful eyes peeking out on top of them. The backside of the ball was entirely taken up by a delicious, plump Brown booty with a little blue line going between the cheeks. The silly wrestler became a silly bouncy ball.
Throughout the entire ordeal Tori had the most bored expression on her face. Tori started dribbling the ball, muffles of pain coming out of it. This wasn't fun, this was like winning a match against a 2-year-old. Looking around the arena she noticed the audience wasn't exactly thrilled about this either. “This is my job…” She thought as she stopped dribbling the ball, leaving it to roll on the floor. “... Got to at least make it entertaining for them.” She raised her foot as the ball looked up in fear.
STOMP!
She slammed it down directly upon the ball, squishing it. The poor thing’s eyes bulged out from the pressure. it looked even more cartoonishly stupid. Lifting her foot she got a clear picture of the mess on the floor. The ball had become a disc. The top was mostly blue with big, cartoonish eyes peeking out from the front and some brown picking out from the other side.
Tori bent down and grabbed the edge of the disc.
RIP!
She peeled the floppy disk from the floor. She wigged it around a bit as she looked at it with other disinterest. “This is just a train wreck…” she mumbled before grabbing both sides of the disc.
STRETCH!
She pulled the disc, stretching it out more and more. It became less circular and more thin like a thread as the putty in her hands moaned in agony. When she was done the disc had become a 10-ft rope. “Might as well get some exercise in at least.” She started swinging the rope around like a jump rope as she jumped up and down. Looking around she could obviously tell the audience wanted their money back. She just let out a sigh. “We probably should have canceled.”
—
Jesse stumbled as she walked along with Scarlet. The cocky manager had a big smile on her face, so proud that she was able to save the event. Jesse had the opposite of a smile. Her eyes were still spinning as her mouth grinned in pain. The only upside for her right now was that she was currently in the third dimension.
“I thought Sero sucked at fixing people, but you're on a whole other level.” Jesse grumbled in annoyance.
“Hey…” Scarlet yelled, her face looking disapprovingly at the recently restored mom. “... I'm a manager, which means I'm not used to working. Cut me some slack, I managed to do it anyway, and free of charge too.”
They both came to the main entrance of the arena. Jesse started to focus. “Where the hell is my daughter.” Jesse said coldly as she stared at Scarlet’s punchable face.
Scarlet put her hands on the door handle. “She's helping out a bit.” She opened the door revealing the chaos going on on the other side.
It was a wrestling ring with pretty shawty lighting. Around the ring were a bunch of bored patrons looking at the mess happening in the center of the ring, utterly bored. In said ring there were two figures. One was a very bored Tori who was punching the other figure.
In front of the wrestler was a blue and brown inflatable bopper. The most noticeable thing about the bopper was its massive breasts that jutted out of the thing, and its stupid face which had a big, toothy grin and derpy crossed eyes.
Scarlet looked at the crowd with disappointment. “They don't seem to be enjoying the show.” She then shrugged. “Good thing I put no refunds in the fine pri…”
ZOOM!
At lightning speed Jesse ran towards the arena leaving Scarlet to just watch on with disinterest. “What is she doing? Does she want to get flattened again or something?”
Jesse jumped into the arena, and slammed down upon the mat, force of which shook the entire stadium. “YOU BITCH!” Jesse yelled, her face filled with rage.
The crowd jolted awake. They were utterly confused and speechless on who this mysterious woman was.
Tori slowly turned around and made eye contact with the pissed off mom in front of her. “Is this another hobo?” she thought.
“I WILL SMASH YOU INTO PUTTY FOR HURTING MY BABY GIRL!” Jesse yelled as she pointing at the unamused wrestler.
Tori simply tilted her head. “If this is another hobo it's a pretty confident one?” She thought as she cracked her neck. “So are you related to this lard ass?” she asked nonchalantly
Jesse's face went red with rage. “I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
“You're talking to a professional fighter here granny…” Tori said as she rolled her eyes. “You seem too old to fight, and I don't like fighting people from retirement homes.” She then got into combat position. “... But if you want to do this I guess will...”
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
Jesse furiously smashed the smug wrestler down flatter and flatter. She started with her fist and then started stomping her like a bug. This went on for 10 minutes straight with Jesse not even flinching, let alone slowing down. Finally, she relented. She panted as she looked down at her handiwork.
The wrestler that was once Tori was practically unrecognizable. She was squashed down so hard that she covered every bit of the arena mat. It looked less like paper and more it was paint applied to the mat. It was a mix of the poor wrestler's colors with almost nothing being recognizable besides two blankly staring eyes that look just as painted on as everything else.
She stared the paint down “NEVER TOUCH A HAIR ON MY SWEET JOY’S HEAD AGAIN! GOT IT?” The paint was completely silent, whether this had to do with it being unable to talk or staying silent out of fear was hard to tell. “Good!” She then turned to her daughter. “Sorry I'm late.”
Suddenly, the stadium erupted into cheers. The crowd had just seen the most brutal thing imaginable and they loved it.
Jesse looked around at her surroundings as the people screamed out their praises. Something washed over her. It was a feeling. Something she hadn't felt in a long ass time. Something that was lost to her until this moment. Something she thought she would never feel again.
As she looked around and saw all of the lovely people cheering her on something called her eye. Something blue and brown. “JOY!” Jesse screamed as she snapped out of her trance. “Don't worry I'll get you back to normal in a jif…”
Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and raised it up. “All hail tonight's champion…” She then turned to Jesse. “... I'm sorry dear what was your name aga…”
SQUISH!
Jesse grabbed the manager, red in the face with rage. Scarlet looked at her with fear. “... This is about your daughter.” She said in a panic “I'm sure she had fun right.” They both turn to the bopper which just silently stood there. “See…” the manager pleaded “She was having so much fu…”
SQUISH!
SQUISH!
SQUISH!
Jesse molded the bitch in her hands like Play-Doh. The manager can only pathetically plead as her body became more and more compact. After about a minute Jesse showed off her work. In her hands was a mostly red ball. The front side was taken up by massive squished in boobies and cartoonishly looking eyes out in fear. The other half of the ball was taken up by a mighty booty.
Jesse spun the poor manager on her finger like a basketball. Eventually, Jesse stopped before turning the ball towards her. The object hoped that its pain was finally ov…
SQUISH?
Jesse compacted it down more until it was nothing more than a little red marble. She squeezed it between her finger and thumb. She then threw it away without a second thought.
She turned back to the bopper. “Sorry about that, I had to take care of some trash.”
—
(Later that day)
Jesse and Joy walked out of the arena. Jesse looked pretty pleased with herself. Despite some hiccups, tonight was actually pretty fun. Joy did not feel the same, she felt pretty down, and the worst part was they lost her clothing so she was stuck in this revealing wrestler outfit.
Jesse looked at her daughter and sighed. “I'm sorry…” she said earnestly, her smile disappearing. “... I shouldn't have forced you to do something you didn't want to do.”
Joy turned to her mother. “I don't blame you for that, you were incapacitated.” She then blushed. “... It was still so embarrassing though.”
Jesse rubbed the top of her daughter's head. “Well, he probably should have used that at this point…” She then gave her daughter a smile again. “... We’ll do something you want to do next time.”
Joy smiled back at her mother. “I got the perfect movie we can watch!”
Jesse tried her best to keep her smile. She knew exactly what her daughter was going to say.
“We can watch the new Pony Force movie together.” Joy said in excitement.
Jesse tried her best to keep her smile. “Oh, that sounds lovely.” she said, lying through her teeth.
Both of them walked over a suspiciously red and white flesh-toned road as they happily went along.
They briefly passed another woman. This woman was mostly wearing a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants and had short yellow hair. She looked pretty bored. “I wonder how Mary's match went.” She stopped at the crosswalk and looked down.
She saw that the pavement was suspiciously the same colors as her partner. It didn't take a science degree to realize what happened. “I know you always underestimate your opponents, but I thought you could always at least last until the match started.”
If pavement could grumble it would right now.
The woman just sighed. “You know, it's going to be a pain to get you off right?”
(THE END)