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

It was a normal day in Spindown. Well, not completely normal because it seems like no one was squished on the pavement. On this surprisingly clean sidewalk walked two individuals.

One was a cheery dark skinned girl with black in a ponytail. She wore a red shirt that contained her large breasts and black, skin tight shorts.

The other person was a caucasian looking man with black spiky hair who looked slightly agitated. He wore a black jacket, white t-shirt and long, black silk pants.

“You know, I honestly thought that experience couldn't have gotten worse.” The annoyed man said to his cheery friend. “But then those two bitches got themselves turned into pancakes while they were still wearing us.” He shivered. “That was so disgusting.”

The woman with him didn't seem as bothered about it. “Don't let it get you down Simon…” She told her friend with a smile. “... At least we're back on our feet.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Knowing my luck Portia, it won't be for long…” he mumbled under his breath. “... And it will probably be your fault.” He thought to himself as he cleared at her.

Both of them arrived at a somewhat worn down bus stop. There was only one person there. A woman with long green hair. Their large ass took up a portion of the bench. The woman sitting there looked a little bit worried.

The pair walked up to this woman. “This is the bus stop right?” Portia asks with a cheerful voice.

“PLEASE DON'T SQUISH ME!” The woman yelled out suddenly, taking the two slightly off guard.

“Well now missy…” Simon said, still slightly shocked. “... That's an odd thing to open your side of a conversation on.”

The strange woman looked at them nervously. “I'm sorry…” she whimpered. “... Anytime a stranger comes up to me I assume they're going to squish me.”

“That's a very odd assumption.” Portia responded with slight confusion.

Simon looked at the worried woman with a blank stare. “I can really empathize with that.” He thought to himself.

“I know I'm a little bit paranoid…” She responded with her face going from worried to slightly saddened. “... Just had a bad experience from a few days ago.”

“I'm guessing this person has about as much luck staying in the third dimension as I do.” Simon thought to himself, his empathy rising for the strange woman.

“My name is Jacoba by the way.” She said as a smile grew on her face. “And you are?

“I'm Portia…” She said with a warm smile. “...and this is Simon.”

Simon only lifted his hand slightly and waved at Jacoba.

“Nice to meet you two…” Jacoba said as she waved back. “... Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes…” Portia responded as she sat down beside the nervous woman. “... You see, we didn't want to come to this strange town. We were sort of brought along, and it appears to be far from home.”

“To give you an idea on how far we went…” Simson said as he sat on the other side of the bench. “... We live in the southern hemisphere.”

“Wow…” Jacoba said, slightly shocked. “... So I assume you want to go to the airport?

“Yes!” Portia responded. “The problem is we don't really know where we're going.”

“Good old traveling.” Jacoba said as crossed her arms and started thinking. “I used to travel around the country with my family until we settled down here.”

“Must be a luxurious life to go where you please.” Simon responded somewhat sadly.

“There was a bit of freedom to it…” Jacoba said. “... But it was not a lifestyle of luxury, it was one of poverty.”

Simon looked at Jacoba sympathetically. “Life rolled you a bad dice huh?”

“Yeah, it always kind of feels like we're rolling a snake through life.” Jacoba said with a bit of frustration. “Recently, We were stuck as a rich jerk’s clothing for about a week.” Jacoba slightly shivered. “It's something I can't really deal with….”

Just then Portia hugged the somewhat depressed mother. “It's okay…” Portia said with a warm smile that had the ability to melt even demon’s hearts. “... Anything bad that happens can be solved with love.”

Simon put on a little smile. “So anyway, about our question. Do you know where the nearest airport is?”

Jacoba shook her head. “Since we came here I only left this town to meet my wife's mom. I don't know where the nearest airport is, but I'm pretty sure my boss would.”

“How far away is your boss?” Simon asked.

“Not far…” Jacoba responded. “... I'll take you there after my friend shows up. I'm supposed to meet them for something.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely.” Portia giggled with joy.

Simon laid back upon the bench, a smile on his face. “Well at least things are going well for onc…”

WHAM!

A fatass slammed down onto the bench like a meteorite hitting the Earth, squishing the three poor saps flat.

“Well, well, well…” The absolute dump truck of a woman teased as she rubbed her ass on the bench, the sounds of painful mumbles coming from beneath her booty. “... I thought my ass was going to be uncomfortable sitting on this stupid bench…” She lifted her booty up to get a good look at the cushioning of the bench.

There was some comfortable padding placed on the wide seat. It was broken up into three sections. The left side section was white flesh-toned, white, and black. The middle section was brown, green and a little pink, and the right section was light brown, red and black. The decals on the sections were quite comical. Mostly consisting of cartoonish eyes that stared at Hera’s ass, and plump booties that slightly jutted out of the cushions because of the pressure

“Thanks for the help…” Hera teased as her ass started to lower down again, the bench cushion started panicking. Her ass plopped down upon the seat again causing it to squeak in agony. “... I need a good spot to sleep for a little bit.” The annoying seat started whining. She then squished her booty down. “If you don't shut up I'll use you as toilet paper.” Instantly, it went silent. “Good!” She yelled as she laid back upon the bench. “Time to get some shut eye.

—

(30 minutes later)

(Edited)

A peculiar five foot tall woman with a pink ponytail walked out of Yummie's Bank carrying some bags. She was slightly grumbling to herself. “Of course, this was my job…” Bong-Cha mumbled to herself. “... I don't even like wrestling, why did they assign me to get the food for the watch party?” She came to the sidewalk, her mind getting a bit off track. “... If only I had the power to say no to Jacoba, but she's just so damn innocent, and lovable. At least she agreed to help me bring the stuff home.” A thought then came into her head. “Kind of strange she didn't go in with me. I guess after all the stuff that happened around that place she may be a bit paranoid about it.”

Cha came towards the bus bench expecting to see Jacoba, but instead saw Hera’s fat ass sitting there sleeping like a baby. Cha looked around searching for Jacoba. “What happened to her?” She thought to herself. “It's not like her to leave someone…” A thought then occurred to her. She turned her sights towards the behemoth on the bench. Looking down she saw some flesh peeking out from beneath the ginormous ass. The flesh on the right and left side were unknown to her, but she could recognize that green, brown and light pink colorization jutting out from the middle

Cha it's not amused. “Okay then…” She cracked her knuckles. “It looks like I got to take out some trash.”

WHAM!

—

(Later that night)

Deep within the garage there was a party set up. Well, as good as a party could look with the limited funding of a mechanic, a homeless family, and a short bimbo. Everything was mostly normal except for one thing.

It was the couch. It was a fancy looking couch, too good for something that they could even reasonably buy. It also looked quite strange. It was black and tan. The back cushions look like a massive ass, the couch’s arms looked a little bit like actual arms, the seat cushions look like big puffy eyes, and the base of it looked like massive breasts.

Bong-Cha and another woman, Sero, looked over the pathetic display. “I should have known you would have brought something extra along with you.”

Bong-Cha looked at it nervously, but it wasn't the couch that made her nervous, it was what laid on top of it. On the seat cushions there were three throw pillows. One was white flesh-toned, white and black. Another was light brown, black and red. Lastly, and the one that made Cha nervous was a green, brown and light pink pillow. Each pillow had the same stupid, cross-eyed toothy grin plaster on it.

“I'm so sorry Jacoba…” Cha cried with tears in her eyes. “... I was trying to save you!”

Sero shrugged. “Don't worry, Cha…” She said with apathy. “... It's better than being plastered on fat bimbo's ass.” She then sat down upon the red seat cushion. She turned towards the green pillow. “I bet she doesn't even mind too much, right.” The pillow said nothing because it was a pillow. “... See, she's perfectly happy.”

This did not calm Cha’s nerves. “Jesse is going to kill me!” She said as she stomped their ass upon the black and white pillow.

“Look, if she's mad she can't do shit to you anyway.” Sero reminded the pink hair juggernaut. “... Besides, there's a good chance she'll be too distracted by the wrestling event to care that much.

Cha was still overwhelmed by guilt. “I hope Jacoba can forgive me.”

“She has forgiven you for a lot more…” Sero said as she rubbed her to get comfy. “... Although, I do wonder what these other two pillows are about?”

The cute little green pillow had a lot to think about, but at least one positive thing happened today. It made some new friends.

(THE END)