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

(Sort of a bad end, and some more out there stuff at the end.)

A grump, middle aged redhead named Jesse walked into the parking lot of a plaza. She was grumbling to herself. Work had been a pain today and she wanted to have some r&r for once, and she knew the perfect place, Aqua's gym. The place had some bad memories, but overall, it was the perfect place to get out her aggression. For once, she was going to have a relaxing evening.

“Hi Jesse!” A familiar voice rang out from behind her. A sense of dread filling her chest. “Fancy seeing you here today.”

“Oh no…” She mumbled in defeat.

Running in front of her was the short, but troublesome Bong-Cha, having a big smile on her face. “How is my BFF doing?”

Jesse really didn't want to deal with her today, but sometimes you will roll snake eyes, or in Jesse's case, roll them 90% of the time.

Jesse sighed. “Hello Cha…” Jesse replied in a monotone voice. “... What brings you here today?” She asked like she didn't know the answer.

Cha went red in the face. “You know…” She mumbled as she licked her lips. “... Got to do some exercise every once in a while.”

Jesse just stared at her with contempt. “You're here to talk to Bao, aren't you?”

Cha looked at Jesse with a little bit of embarrassment. “Maybe…” She then composed herself as she grabbed her belly. “... But I am mainly here to exercise. I don't want to get fat again.”

“Great…” Jesse said as she rolled her eyes. “...You know what, this can still be a relaxing evening.” Jesse thought to herself. “... Just be at the other side of the gym from her, and nothing bad will happ…”

WHAM!

From behind the two unsuspecting women, a hammer slammed down upon them. Their bodies instantly disappear from beneath the giant mallet.

“Got you, Bitches!” A voice rang out. Said voice came from a familiar, tall, blonde woman, with greasy hair and a black, latex biker suit. It was the monstrous Christy.  She slowly lifted the hammer to reveal what became of prey.

There were two posters laying on the pavement. Both of them posed horizontally, and face down. One had black pants, black heels, white shirt, red hair and white skin. The other was pink and tan colored.

The red one had its limbs going straight down, almost making it look like a plank of weirdly colored wood. The pink one had its slim spread out, arms stretching out to the side, and feet spread out 45° away from each other.

The most noticeable thing about the two posters was…well, the assets. Both the boobs and ass parts of the poster. Each of them on both posters had spread out to five times their original diameter, pushing the clothes to its limits. The redhead poster’s pants were slightly more ripped, and the shorts on the pink hair poster stretched out quite a bit, seeming to give it a wedgie.

“I did it!” Christy yelled out in excitement, as she danced around a bit. “I can squish that stupid shortcake!” After about a few seconds she managed to calm herself. “The training from the old hag worked.” She thought to herself as she walked onto both of the posters, slightly deforming them and spreading them out even more.

She walked off the posters before turning around, and bending down. “Oh I'm sorry you two…” she said mockingly before grabbing the tips of the posters heads. “... Let me lift those faces up.”

RIP!

She ripped the faces off the pavement like a normal person would slowly peel off a Band-Aid. She stopped right when she got to their neck.

She was greeted by two silly faces. The red face one was staring straight at her with a painful, toothy grimace. The pink one was cross-eyed, with a doofy smile. The expressions complemented the silly, dorky and loser factor of the posters.

“Oh my…” Christy said with sadistic glee. “... You both seem a little flat.” She then pushed the flatten heads back, causing them to lightly fold onto their backs. She reached into her cleavage “Don't worry girls…” She then pulled out a bicycle pump. She then plugged two nozzles into the poster’s mouths. “... Let me fix you right up.” She then began pumping.

With anyone not familiar with Christy's character, you would probably be foolish enough to think that this was an act of mercy, but no…the fun was only beginning.

POP!

The first bit of the posters to pop into the third dimension was the faces. Their eyes were spinning as their mouths were still wrapped around the hoses. They probably would have protested or at least said anything if they still weren't dazed at the moment. Unfortunately for them, the predictable happened. Their faces started to really puff up, almost instantly going from normal to three times their original sizes. Their eyes bugged out as their lips swole, so swollen in fact even if they got their senses back now they wouldn't be able to spit out the hoses.

POP!

Both of their bodies popped back into the third dimension. Unfortunately, because of the puffed up minds at the moment, they didn't have the power to do anything. Slowly but surely, the two posters started becoming fatter and fatter as the air stretched out their skin. The limbs became more stubby, their belly rounder,  their assets even bigger, and their heads became more cartoonishly dumb. At this point, the two balloons were five times the original size. This couldn't have gotten any more embarrassing.

RIP!

Nevermind, with the increased air pressure the clothes could not take it anymore as they ripped apart and fell off, leaving them with only their bras and panties hanging on for dear life. The worst part (at least right now) was that Christy wasn't done pumping. She kept pumping and pumping until the balloons became cartoonish blimps with every body part stretched to its absolute limit.

Mercifully, (for a brief moment, at least) Christy stopped her pumping. “Okay girls, I think I'm done…” She said with a wicked smile before turning towards the freshly made blimps.

These blimps were massive, each being as big as the Aqua’s gym itself. Everything about the blimps was comically large. From the ridiculous stubby, but still quite large and puffy limbs that hung out from the sides of the bodies. The gigantic bellies that almost look transparent. The massive asses almost look naked if it wasn't for a tiny piece of panties still holding on for dear life on each of them. The same would apply to the boobs which still had clothing that looked more like thin lines rather than bras. Lastly, the comedic puffed up faces now had eyes as large as Christy herself along with lips that could make a really nice double decker couch if they went attached to dorks.

“Woah!” Christy yelled as she smiled at her accomplishment. “You two really needed to put some meat on your bones, but I didn't think you would go that far.” She then reached into her cleavage again. “Don't worry…” She then pulled out two needles, an evil smile growing on her face. “... I know how you can lose some weight quickly.”

Suddenly the two blimps started squirming and squeaking. Whether this was defiance, pleading for mercy, or the wind pushing their bodies, The sounds increased as the pins got closer. “Don't worry, this will only hurt a lot!”

POKE!

POKE!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The pathetic blimps exploded rocking the entire area and briefly blinding Christy who covered her eyes, and somehow managed to keep her footing.

WHAM!

WHAM!

When the dust settled, the only thing still in the parking lot was Christy, who was still covering her eyes. “Damn!” Christy mumbled as she lowered her arms to get a good view of the parking lot. The two annoying blimps seem to be gone. “I know those bitches were loud but that was ridiculous.” A thought that occurred to her. “What was that slamming?” She started looking around. “Did the blimps send someone flying towards a wa…” She stopped herself as she got her answer.

Four disks were plastered on the glass window of the gym. Each of them were half as tall as Christy. Both of them were mostly white with a little bit of coloring. One set had pink and the other set had red. They almost look like flattened out and stretched eyeballs.

The left pink eye was pointing up while the right one was looking Southeast. The Red eyes meanwhile, were looking in opposite directions, derpy like.

Christy smiled at the pathetic things. “Oh my God…” She mumbled, trying her best not to laugh her ass off. “... When the blimps exploded the eyes were sent off and smashed into glass windows.” She then started laughing her ass off. “This is fucking hysterical…” She went up to both sets of eyes and poke them. They didn't so much as flinch. They were so stretched out, and distorted they couldn't even move an inch.

An idea then popped into her head. “... You know, you look pretty down after all that.” She said like the sarcastic bitch she was. She reached into her cleavage. “Let me help you smile again.” She then pulled out a blue paint can.

She got to work, first painting around both sets of eyes to make a circle then coloring it in. Christy pulled out a white paint can and started painting, giving both of them big, toothy grins. She then admired her work.

The design was not that complex. It was just two 5 ft blue smiley faces. Both of them had eyes taking up the upper portion, and the toothy smile taking the bottom portions. The only difference between them was their eye color and where the eyes were looking. It was a decent second grade art project. “There we go, perfe…”

“Hey!” Someone yelled out. Christy turned her head towards the Aqua gym’s entrance. “What the hell are you doing out there?!” She saw a 5-ft man with spiky hair yelling at her.

Christy looked at the man with contempt. “What do you want, short fry?”

This man particularly did not look pleased. “I've been hearing smashing, balloon inflating, explosions, someone slamming on the glass walls and now you're painting on them.

Christy was tuning all of the man's yelling out, only contemplating whether to give him a wedgie or smash him flat. Before she could make up her mind, she noticed something. On her shirt there was a name, Bao. Her eyes lit up. “Are you…are you Shi’s son.”

Bao was taken aback. “How do you know my mother?”

“I work for her…” She said bluntly as she leaned upon the now dry painting she made.  “... I help her with some r&r.”

Bao had many questions but he decided to shelf all of them because he really, REALLY! Didn't want to know what her mother got up to when he wasn't at the house. “Whatever…” Bao grumbled in annoyance. “... You know how boring this job is without weird people like you doing random shit out here.”  He then pointed at the two crudely drawn smiley faces Christy was currently leaning on. “... Now I gotta clean that shit off.”

Christy just took a deep breath. She could do this the normal way but this is Shi’s 40-year-old brat so she's got to be nice. “Look, You don't need to do anything.” She remarked as she put her hand on his head and started rubbing it. “... It would be much easier just to leave it up, just say it's a random piece of art you commissioned or something.”

If Bao cared about his job in any considerable way he would scoff at that but he hated this place. “Okay, I guess I hope management doesn't complain.”

“That a boy…” Christy commented with a smug smile. “... You got to be as lazy as possible with a shit job.” She then started walking away. “Anyway, I hope you get paid well.”

Bao watched the humongous woman leave the plaza. He then turned towards the dumb looking smiley faces on the window. “I don't think it will attract anyone…” He then shrugged and started walking back towards the door. “... Whatever, weird stuff like this works for the garage place so maybe it'll work here.” He then closed the door. “At least it will be a fun story to tell Cha when I see her again.” He then scratched his head "Where is she by the way?”

(THE END!)

(Also don't worry about those two smiley faces. I'm sure Jacoba will find them and turn them back to normal…

Although, considering how they don't look anything like they usually do it will probably be hard for her to figure it out. It's going to be probably a little bit at least before they are found.

Oh well, at least they make good decorations in the meantime.)