(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(Few days later)
Joy walked into a massage room. Her face showed some worry. Despite knowing that a lot of the objects were people, nothing bad happened for the past few days. When she called up Ana, she deduced it was the same phenomenon as Bong-Cha or Lusty's punching powers. So they will probably be back to normal in a week or month. Joy knew there was nothing she could do on that front and they weren't going to convince their mom to leave so they just had to wait it out.
She's been so stressed out about this so she decided to give the spa area a shot. It was pretty barren with nothing really in it. However, the back area, AKA the massage room, had quite a few things.
Most obviously the spa bed. Like everything else in this place it was odd. It was red, brown, green and black. The thing also predictably looks like it had a face with yellow eyes. Just above the eyes was the headrest which looked like closed-in horns.
There were a few other things scattered throughout the room. Like a pink, red, and white flesh-toned couch. It looked like it had pissed off eyes for cushions and a big booty as the back seat.
Next to the couch was a red, black, yellow, and white flesh-toned towel rack. On top of said rack were two nearly identical black, yellow, brown, and white flesh-toned looking towels.
Above the tower rack was a cute little picture of a brown, fat cow. Weirdly this cow looked like it was wearing a red shirt, blue jeans and had a light pink ponytail. The picture frame holding the cow picture was white and black and had weird looking blue eyes.
At the other side of the room was a blue, brown, white flesh tone, and black laundry hamper. It weirdly had well endowed breasts on front of it, and a blankly staring face wearing glasses on the lid.
Lastly was a small, pink, red, black and white flesh-toned table next to the spa bed. The top of it had a giddy smiling face on it. Laying on the table was a single bottle of skin moisturizer. Bottle itself was black, red, and white flesh-toned. Plastered on the bottles label was the look of to be worried eyes.
Overall the entire room was extremely creepy.
“Okay then…” Joy mumbled as she slowly backed away. “... Coming to this place was terribl-”
Before she could leave the room, something blocked her way. “Greetings…” A mysterious voice whispered behind Joy. Turning around, Joy saw a brown haired ponytail woman with a red ribbon in her hair. “... My name is Rena and you're here for a massage, right?” The mysterious figure asked as she adjusted her glasses.
The figure seemed to be wearing a long sleeved gray button up shirt with a white undershirt and a ribbon tie. She had an adorable black mini skirt, long black stockings and brown loafers. Overall, not what you would expect from a spa worker.
Joy was extremely worried but tried her best to keep a happy smile. “Hello…” She mumbled as sweat came down her face. “... I just wandered in here by accident I'll be going n…”
At lightning speed, the mysterious figure ripped off Joy’s clothes, leaving her in just her bra and panties. “EKKKKKK!” Joy screamed as she covered herself up. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT!”
The creepily calm woman grabbed Joy’s arm and pulled her towards the spa bed. “It's easier to give you a massage with less clothes on.”
“But I don't want a massage!” Joy yelled as she struggled against Rena’s surprising strength. Joy was planted face first upon the bed, her head going through the headrest. Her pathetic struggles doing very little to free her from the creepy woman's grasp. “I told you, I don't want a-”
Pound!
Pound!
Pound!
Quickly, Rena went to work pounding Joy's back, immediately calming the chubby woman's nerves. Joy grounded with pleasure as her limbs went numb. Completely at Rena mercy now.
Rena grew a slasher smile as she pulled out a small bottle. “Too easy…” She mumbled and she reached for Joy’s legs. “... My master will be so happy.”
—
(Meanwhile)
Jill arrived at the pool’s changing room. By comparison, Jill looked less worried than Joy but that was not saying much. Entering the changing room did not calm her mind.
The small room had two lockers. One was yellow and brown, and the other was blue and gray. Both of them had the same blank staring eye motif that most of the stuff here had.
In the center of the room was a bench. The bench was orange, purple, dark blue and white flesh tone with freckles. The seat part looked like a booty that while slightly disturbing, also looked really comfortable.
On the roof was a multi-colored fan. It was purple, gold, brown and a tiny bit red. The four fan panels look like limbs, and the two light bulbs look like eyeballs.
The makeshift towel rack for the room was no less off-putting even with its punk aesthetic. It was yellow, red, black, blue, a tiny bit of pink and white flesh-toned. It also had a cute little bandage randomly placed on it.
On it hung a few towels. One being yellow, purple, black, brown and dark tan. It had a face plastered on it with razor sharp teeth and a menacing grin. It oddly also had a crown floating above it.
The second towel was black, purple, a little white and white flesh-toned. It had a cute little, drawn on, smiling face. Weirdly, matching the previous towel, it had a floating Halo above it.
The last towel was pink, yellow, blue, white flesh-toned and had a red and black striped pattering. It also had a cute little bow tied to it and a drawing of a face that screamed. ‘Not this shit again.’
Jill started sweating. The room, like every other room, was creepy as hell. But there was a silver lining. “There's no bathing suits in here.” Jill forgot to pack one for the trip, and she decided to go search for one. However, peering into this cursed room destroyed any will for her to go swimming, so it was a perfect out for her. “It's a shame. I guess I can't…”
Jill then heard the door open behind her. Her heart froze. After the last few days, the inevitable was here. She instantly shrieked as she wrapped her hands around her head. “Please don't turn me into a footstool!”
“Umm…” the mysterious figure mumbling in confusion. “... You okay Jill?”
Jill recognized that voice. Instantly turning around, she got a good view of her. “Brook?”
It was Brook, but not in her normal clothing. She was instead wearing a red, white, gray, gold, black and white flesh-toned bikini top. Along with that she also had a black, blue, white flesh tone, and pink bikini bottom. A set of eyes was plastered on the boobie section of the bikini top and the booty section of the bottom.
Jill just stared at the bikini. “Um…” Jill mumbled in the face of the awkward situation. “... Why are you wearing them as bikinis?”
Brook shrugged. “One moment, I was sleeping and the next I was hanging up on a rack with my roommates as swimsuits.”
“You must have been able to pop back.” Jill stated as she scratched the back of her head. “That's not all that surprising but that doesn't answer my first question. Why did you put your friends on?”
Brook then started stretching. “I wanted to go swimming, and it seems like they're not popping back anytime soon.”
Jill sat on the bench scratching the back of her head. “Just to let you know, it's going to be anywhere from a week to a month until they're back to normal.”
“Good to know but…” Brook said as she shook her head. “...That would be really annoying if it was a one month wait.”
“That happened to me once!” Jill interrupted as she cringed the bit. “I still hear the bouncing sounds when I go to sleep.”
Brook just stared at Jill, showing a surprising amount of shock from someone like her. Her face then quickly became neutral again as she reached into her cleavage. “Anyway…” She then pulled out a blue, purple, white, black and flesh tone one piece bikini with blankly staring eyes and threw it onto Jill’s lap. “... If you need a bathing suit, you might as well.”
Jill just stared at the piece of clothing for a few seconds before her face turned into a mischievous grin. “Why thank you.”
—
(Few minutes later)
Both Jill in her new bathing suit and Brook arrived at the hotel’s swimming pool. The place was pretty barren but there were a couple noticeable objects in the pool, a few pool toys.
There was an inflatable red, black, brown and white flesh toned beach ball with a cross-eyed, smiling face. It also weirdly had painted on details of muscles.
There was a ring pool toy that had the weird pattern of a smiling mine. It's colors being, black, white, blue, red and green.
There was a flamingo ring pool toy that was colored brown, tan, blue and pink. It looked noticeably pissed off for an inflatable object, and that made it even more adorably pathetic.
The biggest one was a more provocative inflatable. It had more of a human shape lying down on its belly. Its arms hugged its massive boobs as its gigantic booty acted as a backseat for anyone willing to ride it. The thing looked like it was wearing a pink and black bikini. It had long, rubbery, black hair with a cute little pink flower on it. Its pale skin shined in the sun as the pool toy's head stared blankly into the distance, a little nozzle covering up the mouth.
A quite perverted selection to choose from.
The two guests looked towards the side of the pool. There were conveniently only two lawn chairs.
One was mostly black with a little bit of light brown, and purples. The other was red, black, white flesh-toned and brown. Both of them had breast shaped pillows and wore glasses. The purple one looked mildly annoyed while the red one looked much more worried.
“Okay, it's time to relax.” Brook said casually she walked up towards the seats. “These two are pretty comfortable.” Brook said as she took a seat on the purple one. She then patted the other lawn chair. “Come on…take a seat.”
Jill just stared at Brook. The entire thing sent shivers down her spine. She started pondering to herself. “Is this the right thing to do? Do I have the right to treat these normal people like inanimate objects for my own amusement?” She then immediately plopped her booty upon the other lawn chair. “Of course I do!” She thought to herself as she began to relax.
—
(Later)
Jill was in the middle of the pool sleeping upon the big booty inflatable. Her sleepy face showed zero regret for her actions.
Meanwhile, near the entrance of the pool, Brook was drying herself off with the pink towel from earlier. She wrapped the towel around herself before stretching her legs. “I’m hungry…” She thought as she turned towards the entrance to the hotel. “... I wonder what they serve in this…”
“ONE WEEK PUNCH!”
POW!
She was suddenly punched in the face. She slammed into the wall and flattened out like a comical poster of herself. But she didn't stay in that position for long.
POP!
The poster popped into the third dimension but not as Brook. Slamming heavily onto the ground was a brown, orange and white flesh-toned vending machine. The humongous view window looked like transparent eyes, showing off the three varieties of snacks inside.
The top had a bunch of red bags of chips called Chipley Grace. Besides the text, a chibi, red-headed woman giving the peace sign appeared to be the chip's mascot. The mascot looked like she was happy to be there.
The middle of the machine was packed with a bunch of sodas called Makenzie POP. The mascot this time was a pink head woman who was more detailed than the upper mascot. She was turned away and showing off her booty along with a suggestive wink.
Lastly, was the black and pink Emi Dummy Gummies bags. The mascot this time was just the head of a very dazed and confused woman. Her tongue sticking out and her eyes crossed. She looked like the dumbest person ever.
The mysterious perpetrator looked at the various foods in the machine. “Poor junk food for poor people.” Mysterious figure Lusty said as she smacked the machine. “I don't know who you are but I'm not allowing you to get in the way of my revenge.” She then turned around and looked at Jill still sleeping on the inflatable. “You will pray for what you did to my precious little daughters.” She readied her fist for the pound Jill nothing but paste.
—
(Meanwhile)
Jesse happily hummed to herself as she walked through the suspiciously empty halls. She wore a pathetically fake smile. “It certainly has been a fun vacation!” She told herself as she walked towards a totally normal door. It seemed to be some kind of stage theater entrance.
Plastered on each of the two doors were two masks that seem to be a play on the Comedy and Tragedy symbols. The comedy one had long, orange hair with a big pink bow tie. It also looked like it was laughing up a storm. The tragedy mask was less sad and more pissed off and had pampered brown hair.
“It’s those two film stars…” Jesse mumbled, “...this must be some kind of merchandise collab between the both of them.” She then opened the door and walked in.
The theater was not exactly high class, pretty dark and having poor carpeting. The first thing that caught Jesse's eyes were the theater curtains which were currently closed. Plastered on them was a painful grimace of a purple haired woman. It's eyes pointing in opposite directions.
“Oh that's wonderful theater design.” She thought to herself. “Both terrifying and comical. The ugly face truly adds to the feeling of theater.”
She then turned towards the seats, about 50 of them. Almost all of them were pure, shadowy black but had noticeable white eyes plastered on all of their headrests. In the absolute center of all the seats was a more colorized and detailed chair. This one was red, light tan, black, blue and white. The headrest had a little bit more of a detailed face. The face looked mildly annoyed. The seat also looked like it had some chains wrapped around it that gave it a little bit more style.
“That seat looks the most comfortable.” Jesse thought as she slowly walked towards it before plumping her ass down on it. She tried her best to relax but her denial wasn't getting her that far. “It's okay Jesse, everything's going to be fine.” She told herself as sweat came down her face. “I'm just going to watch the show and calm my nerves.”
Unbeknownst to the paranoid mother, a mysterious figure was watching from behind the curtains. The very familiar clown, Squeaks.
Squeaks pulled her head out of the curtain, dug into her cleavage and pulled out a sign that read. “Okay, let's see if I have everything for the show.” She first pulled out three clown juggling clubs.
One was Brown, White, and white flesh-toned. It appeared to be wearing goggles, had a brown ponytail and had a face staring blankly in shock drawn on it.
The second club was yellow, orange, pink and white flesh-toned. It had two pink tails hanging from the side and a goofy smiling face drawn on it.
The last club was blue, black and white flesh colored. It was noticeably slightly bulkier than the other two and had a pissed off expression on it.
She dropped the three clubs on the ground before digging into her cleavage again.
This time she pulled out a big clown ball which was perfect to balance on. It was colored, yellow, White flesh-toned, blue and gray. Its face had a very neutral expression on it.
The next object she pulled out was a cute little black and white flesh-toned unicycle. It had two skull emblems attached to the wheel along with a sharp teeth smile painted on the seat.
The next thing she pulled out of her weird, boob pocket dimension was an air tank. It was blue, white, and white flesh-toned. It had the face of a crying woman on it. The patheticness adding an extra level to the comedy
She reached her cleavage for the 6th time and pulled out the most ridiculous thing of all. Crashing to the ground was a large canon. The cannon was red, black, yellow and white flesh toned. The canon was a little bit weird besides its color scheme. For one thing, it had a big, red bow on it. There were eyes plastered on the opposite sides of the cannon. The back part of the cannon looks like a plump, red panty covered booty. The support looked like plump boobs. It was notably perverted, even for this clowns usual freak show
The last 2 things the clown pulled out were much more simple. A wizard hat and wand.
The hat was purple, white, black, dark tan and white flesh-toned with a little red bow tie attached to it. It also had a picture of a smiling face on it.
The wand was red, white and white flesh-toned. It also had cute little bunny ears.
The clown put on the hat as she pulled out another sign with her free hand. “Now then, I just need a cute little balloon.” The sign read, her smile became much more creepy. “...and the perfect balloon just sat down.”
—
(Meanwhile)
Jacoba slowly swung the door to a mysterious room. It was dark and poorly lit but the frightened woman could tell what the place was.
It appeared to be a bowling alley. There was hardly anything in it though. The lanes were completely empty with no bowling pins in sight. There were hardly any chairs, tables, or even bowling balls. Absolutely nothing…well, except for one area.
“Greetings!” Someone yelled out from the corner of the bowling alley. Jacoba turned her head towards the purple haired woman sitting on an oddly colored bench.
It was black, yellow, and tan. The seat cushions look like juicy breasts; the backseat looked like a smiling face along with a black ponytail hanging out from the back.
“How are you doing this evening?” The strange woman asked calmly as Jacoba just stared at her like a deer in the headlights. The woman tilted her head. “You okay?”
Jacoba’s heart was pounding as she went deep into thought. On one hand, finally someone else in this God forsaken building that still had their humanoid form, but on the other hand this person could be responsible for the other ‘objects’ current predicament. Her mind started racing but all her thoughts came to one conclusion. She had to run.
“Um, Excuse me.” The mysterious figure asked, having walked all the way towards it as Jacoba was deep in thought. “Are you okay?”
Jacoba’s face went white as she screamed out in terror. “Don't hurt me!” She then curled up into a ball and started crying. “I don't want to be a tea cup.”
The mysterious woman just stared at the crybaby. “Let's get you somewhere comfortable.”
—
Jess put the ball down on the bench and then sat beside it. She began patting the ball. “There, there…” She mumbled in a soothing voice. “... Nothing's going to hurt you here.”
The padding seemed to put the scaredy cat somewhat at ease. “What are you doing here?” She cried. “Why are you the only normal person not like a coffee table or something?”
“I don't know…” The strange woman said as she pondered that very same question. “... One minute I was at my house, and the next minute I ended up here as a bowling ball.”
The crying intensified. It was pretty obvious to Jacoba what the objects in the hotel were but now she had proof. “What happened to everyone? And why are you normal?”
“You think anyone can keep me as an object?” The woman yelled as she cracked a smug smile. “As to what happened to everyone else, I'm just as lost as you.”
“Who are you?” Jacoba whimpered.
“Jess…” she said kindly as she continued to pet the scared ball. “... TF League league player extraordinaire.”
“Jacoba; scared housewife.” She mumbled back.
“Jac…” Jess asked. “... Maybe you should uncurl yourself.”
“I'm safe like this…” Jacoba replied, her teeth chattering. “... It's my happy place.”
Jess looked at the ball up woman and started thinking. A smile then came to her face. “You know, I think I have a way of helping with your stress.”
Jacoba looked up at Jess. “Wha…” Before she could finish, Jess picked up the ball up woman. “Hey! what are you…”
SQUISH!
Jess squished down the ball in her hands, impacting it. The ball in turn, panicked and started wiggling around, desperate to free itself, but it was no use. It only took a few moments for Jess to squeeze the entire ball into the size of a bowling ball.
Jess held up her prize. The ball was green, brown and light pinkish. Most of the ball surface area was taken up by its breasts and enormous bloomer covered booty. The ball was still desperately trying to escape.
“There, there…” Jess mumbled, trying to calm the bowling ball down by petting it. “... We're going to try something real quick and if you don't like it I'll turn you back.” The ball stopped wiggling. “Don't worry, this will only be a second.” Jess then turned towards the alley in front of her.
There were 10 pins lined up in a row. All the pins were styled after a woman with a yellow ponytail sticking out from the back, yellow shirt, pink shorts, pink shoes and white skin. They all had the same derpy smiles on their faces with goofy googly eyes.
Jess smiled as she lined up the ball, pulled her arm back and threw it. The ball raced down towards the pins and…
CRASH!
“OH YEAH! A STRIKE!” Jess yelled as she raised her fist towards the air. Jess heard the sounds of only bowling ball returner in the bowling area. It was blue, red and white flesh-toned.
Rolling out was the bowling ball she just threw. Weirdly, it didn't look like it was panicking anymore. It was mostly calm now.
Jess picked up the bowling ball. “How are you feeling?” The ball wiggled in her hands as she heard faint giggling coming from it. “Wiggle really hard if you enjoyed that?” Instantly, the ball started wiggling rapidly. Jess smiled. “Want to go again?” The ball started violently shaking with joy. “Alright, I could do a few more.”
—
(After 9 frames of bowling game)
Jess picked up her favorite bowling ball again from the returner. “How are you doing, Bally?” She asked the ball. “Are you having fun?”
The ball wiggle in hee hands. “I take that as a yes.” She said before turning towards the bowling lane. “But sadly this is the last throw. After that, our game is ove…”
“HEY!” A strange and petulant voice yelled from behind Jess.
Turning around, she saw a complete stranger. A gray hair woman with an opened up black shirt, a skimpy white bra and red pants. Unbeknownst to Jess she was staring at the extremely terrifying Sephiria.
“Who the hell are you!?” The strange person yelled like a spoiled brat.
“Jess?” She responded with some awkwardness. “And you are?”
Sephiria smirked. “Your new owner.” The witch then closed her eyes.
Jess tilted her head. “I'm sorry, wha…”
Blink!
POP!
Before Jess could finish her sentence, she disappeared into a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared an object laid where Jess once was. It appeared to be a purple, rubber dragon toy. It had cute little wings, a plump body, a long tail, a long neck and an adorable goofy face.
Sephiria looked at the toy with confusion. “I wanted a doll, not a bath toy.”
KICK!
The cruel witch kicked the dragon away towards the entrance. It's smacked into the wall before dropping onto the floor. “I don't play with boys' toys.” Her face then grew into an evil smile as she turned towards the bowling ball laying on the ground. “Look at you so helpless.” She mumbled as she walked closer to the ball. “Let's see what I can turn you into.”
(To be continued)