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

“Idiotic plan!” Christy grumbled to herself as she walked out of the empty hotel and into the parking lot. In one of her hands was a cute little brown, black red and white flesh-toned disc. The grumpy lady brought the disc towards her face “You're a goddamn idiot and I should have never listened to you.” She then threw the disc behind her.

“Ow, my head!” Someone yelled out behind her. Her voice cutted through Christy's patience like butter. “Hey miss, you dropped this.”

Christy stopped herself and turned around. There she saw a very familiar and aggravating person. It was a blue twin tailed haired girl. She had a black t-shirt and red short jeans.

The annoying presence ran up to the biker and handed her the disc. “It's a good thing I was here or you would’ve lost your frisbee.” She said with a dumb smile and crossed eyes.

Christy just looked at her with a stare that could kill a whale as the mysterious woman kept her same expression. “What the hell do you want, you annoying bottom feeder.” She grumbled as she snatched the disc from her hands before shoving it back into her cleavage.

“Well…” The dumb woman said as she kept her same smile. “... We've been hanging out for a month on that wall-”

“How the hell did you talk non-stop with zero pauses for a month.” Christy interrupted, grinding her teeth.

“-and I don't think we had a proper introduction to each other.” The woman continued ignoring Christy’s hateful words. “My name is Carole and you are?”

Christy would have just crushed Carole into barely sentient paste right there and then, but luckily for the idiot, Christy was not in the mood. “Christy…” She mumbled before turning away from Carole. “... Now leave me alone. I need to rest for a bit.”

Carole's face went from blissful joy to sadness. “Oh what's wrong big biker lady?”

Christy stopped walking and slowly turned around. Her face showed a killing instinct. “After wasting my time with an elaborate plan that would have brought me so much happiness…” She slammed her foot onto the ground and started grinding her teeth. “... It all went to shit thanks to my idiot partners. Then I was flattened onto a wall with you for a month!” Christy then turned around again and started walking. “Now leave me alone.” 

Carole looked on sadly. Her eyes then lit up. “Hold on, Misty!” She yelled out as she ran in front Christy. “Maybe I can help cheer you up.”

Christy slowly turned towards Carole, her face turning red with anger. “How!?” Christy screamed. “How the hell could you possibly cheer me up!?”

“Helping you succeed at what you originally failed at.” Carole said with a dumb smile. “I don't know what that was but I'll be 100% happy to help?”

Christy was milliseconds away from squishing her into paste but then something clicked. Her face became more neutral. “So…” she grumbled. “... You're saying you want to be my idiotic minion?”

Carole eyes lit up. “I get to be a minion!” She yelled out with a big toothy grin. “I love that movie.”

Christy just stared at the black hole of intelligence in front of her. “Dumb as a sack of rocks.” She thought to herself. She then smirked. “Perfect pawn.”

—

(Later that day) 

Christy was doing normal things with her new friend Carole. Things like stuffing enough TNT to destroy an apartment building into Carole's chest. 

“Um, New best buddy.” Carole said with concern. “Why are you stuffing Dynamite into my boobs? That seems kind of dangerous?”

Christy just laughed. “Oh silly, don't be ridiculous…” She smiled and padded her partner in crime on the head. “... These are just popsicles and we are just storing them for later.”

Carole just stared at Christy in awkward silence. “Fantastic…” She yelled at the height of her bimbo energy “...I love popsicles.”

Christy just nodded. “And my other friends love them too” Christy then looked down upon the long fuse. It looked more like a rope that went from her hand to her minion’s boobs. “Now then, The next step.”

Right on que, a short, pink ponytailed woman came into view. Bong-Cha was incredibly bored and hardly paid attention to anything. 

Christy and Carole ducked behind a tree. “Okay, listen here minion.” Christy said with a mischievous grin. “I want you to run up to her and give her a big, fat hug and, listen closely, do not let go.”

Carole grew a big smile. “I love hugs, they're always warm and cuddly. They remind me of the bonds we grow betwe-”

“No time for that…” Christy yelled before turning back towards their target. “... Now go make a new friend.”

“Yippee!” Carole yelled as she ran as fast as she could, her arms open wide. 

Christy grew an evil grin as she pulled out a lighter and lit the fuse. 

Bong-Cha looked up into the air to watch the birds fly about. “Maybe I should go to the gym to see Bao?” She pondered. “... I can lift some weig…”

GRAB!

Just then, something grabbed onto her and started squeezing. “What the…?” Cha mumbled as her head was shoved directly into Carole's chest. Cha was completely stunned at what happened. Cha mumbled incoherently from shock as the boobs she was currently being smothered by blocked her words. 

“Hi friend!” Carole yelled out squeezing Cha even more. “I was just talking to my other friend and she said you really wanted a big-”

POW!

Bong-Cha slammed her fist directly into Carole's face, launching the dumbass like a missile. 

Christy saw the bimbo heading right towards her. “SHIT!”

SLAM! 

Christy barely dodged out of the way as Carole slammed into the brick wall behind her. The poor bimbo's body instantly decompressed into a cute little square with only her shoes, shorts and booty visible.

“It's called personal space, weirdo!” Bong-Cha yelled out as she dusted herself off. She turned away, not even noticing Christy. “I don't really feel like doing anything now. I'm just going to go home and sleep.”

Christy slowly got up and turned towards the cute little square on the wall. 

POP!

Before she could process anything, the cute little square popped into a new shape. It was now a cute little, blue, white, red and white flesh-toned filing cabinet. The texture on the top side was taken up by big, goofy, cross eyes. The side of the cube looked like the palms of hands. The bottom looked like the soles of sneakered feet. The back looked like a booty with cute little red shorts riding up something fierce. Finally, the cabinet door looked like two squished in boobs. Overall the thing Carole was turned into was about as smart as her but that was about it.

Christy couldn't help but giggle. “Okay, the plan failed…” She said as she bent down to get a better look at her ‘friend’. “... But at least your empty head is good for something no…”

Just then, the cabinet door slid open revealing its content, a shit ton of dynamite. Christy's eyes bulged out of her head as she noticed the fuse she just lit finished its trip to the explosives. 

“OH FUC-”

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire area was engulfed in fire. After about 30 seconds the smoke cleared. Standing there was a woman and a filing cabinet completely and utterly covered in soot. The only thing with any other color on their body were their eyes. 

CRRRRR!

Both the safe and the woman's body started making weird sounds. 

POP!

All it took was a light breeze to completely shatter their bodies as they disintegrated onto the ground. Both their eyes stayed floating for a second before plopping down upon their ashes. 

The former safe’s eyes started spinning as the former woman's eyes looked on with contempt.

Christy was smarter than Carole, but not by much.

—

(The next day) 

Sero walked across the street with a smile on her face. “What a beautiful day.” She thought to herself as she looked to her side.

She was holding a black, yellow and tan looking soccer ball. It had eyes that looked at her with contempt.

“Don't look at me like that.” Sero yelled as she gave it a good pat on the back causing it to blush. “When we get home you're going to be a nice yoga ball.”

Said ball started shaking as it became redder and cross-eyed. It also started moaning.

Unknown to the mechanic, two figures stood on top of a four-story building she was about to pass. 

Christy's face turned into a wide grin as she put an incredibly heavy anvil on top of the building's railing.

“Best buddy?” Carole piped up, looking slightly worried. “Is this safe?”

Christy gave her minion a glare. “What do you mean?”

“I don't know about this…” Carole whimpered before looking down towards the street below. “... Don't people get hurt when they're hit by anvils?”

“Oh my loyal minion…” Christy said with fake sincerity. “... This is not an anvil for squishing, this is an anvil that explodes into candy when it hits someone.”

Carole just stared at her boss, her eyes crossed as they blinked one after the other. “That makes sense but that could still hurt if it falls fast enough.”

“Hold on…” Christy grumbled as she reached into her cleavage. She pulled out a tiny parachute “... This will make sure it doesn't hurt them.” She then attached the pathetic parachute onto the anvil. “See perfectly fine.”

Only a complete idiot would believe any of this. “Okie dokie!” Carole yelled out, being said idiot. 

The women then put their hands on the anvil. “On my mark we push it.” Christy commanded. 

Carole just nodded. 

“Now!”

Both women push the anvil off the building. 

Sero, meanwhile, lifted the red hot ball in front of her face, licking her lips. “I'm going to lose so many pounds on yo-”

WHAM!

Sero was sent back as the anvil slammed down right in front of her, barely missing her beautiful frame and causing her to fall onto the concrete. While she managed to not get hit, the same couldn't be said for the thing that she was carrying.

BOING!

The anvil was suddenly launched into the air by what looked to be a yellow, black and tan spring. Christy and her minion watched as the anvil rocketed up the building, traveled up towards them and then went even higher. It eventually stopped and stayed in the air for a second before coming back down. You can probably guess where this was heading. 

Christy's eyes bulged out of her head as she screamed in terror.

“Free candy!” Carole yelled as she licked her lips. “I love cand-

WHAM!

The anvil slammed upon them, squishing them like bugs. The metal object slightly bounced off and fell to the side revealing two brand new pancakes. 

The pancakes themselves were clover shaped. With the main three things taking up the circumference being the breasts, flat booties and stupid faces. The black, white flesh tone and yellow pancakes had wide eyes and a painful grimace on it. The blue, red and white flesh toned pancake meanwhile had a closed smile with its tongue sticking out and cartoonishly spinning eyes. 

“Look at all the candy!” The blue and red pancake giggled. There was no actual candy; she was just suffering from a concussion.

The yellow and black pancake could only grumble in response.

Meanwhile back on the pavement, Sero was picking herself up. “What the hell was tha-” She stopped herself as she noticed what was in front of her. 

Her cute little ball had become a cute little accordion bouncing up and down. The top was a picture of a cross-eyed face with a wiggly mouth. Most of the midsection of the musical instrument was black except for its juicy, plastered on breasts which had some white texturing. 

Sero peeled it from the concrete and got a good look at the bottom. It was circular like the front but had a picture of a booty on it instead. Sero looked down upon it and smiled. “Works for me.” She explained as she squeezed it slightly. “I always wanted to try a new instrument.” She said that she walked away.

—

(Next day) 

Carole skipped among the broken metal of the scrap yard. “Yesterday was sure fun!” She yelled out in a chipper voice. “We got candy from the candy anvil and everything.” She came to the front door of the small metal cabin. “I can't wait to see what my best buddy wants to do today.” She then opened the door. “Hey best bu-” She stopped herself. She heard something, it sounded like crying.

Looking down at the center of the room laid her best buddy in the fetal position, with tears in their eyes and hugging a red, black, and brown pillow. “I'm such a loser.” Christy yelled out as she rolled back and forth.

The happiness instantly disappeared from Carole’s face as she started to frown. “What's wrong best buddy?”

“Every time I try to do something I fail.” Christy sobbed out like a 5 year old. “Try to get a job? Get fired! Try to make money? Get squished! Try to get my revenge? Get squished some more!” She shoved her face into the pillow. “I'm an absolute waste of human life!”

Carole looked down sadly at her best buddy, a tear coming down one of her eyes. She then put on a look of determination. “Don't worry best buddy…” she said as she turned around. “... I'll make you happy.”

—

(Later)

Sero and Bong-Cha were currently talking to each other next to a fire hydrant. 

“For the last time, No!” Cha yelled out in frustration. “I'm not your damn decorator!”

“Come on, Cha…” Sero begged like a squirming used car salesman. She pulled out a familiar looking black, white, yellow and tan disc from her cleavage. “... Don't you think she'll make a good sofa for a month?”

Cha just gave Sero a look. “I don't like that you girls see me as your butler.”

Sero's smile became wider. “Come on, I'll give you a 20% cut from all the sitting money.”

Cha did not change her expression. “For the last time, no!”

“Come on Cha…” Sero yelled out pathetically. “... I need to smack her big cushion booty!”

Cha’s eyes lit up in shock. “What!?”

“What?” Sero immediately responded, playing dumb. The two just stared at each other as the disc in the mechanic’s hands started blushing red. 

“Hello!” Someone yelled out to the side of the two. The two other ladies turned to see who it was. They saw Carole waving at them. “I'm here to help a friend.”

Sero tilted her head a bit. “I'm sorry, who are you?”

“Hey!” Cha yelled out. “You’re that lady who grabbed onto me for no reason.”

Carole scratched the back of her head as she looked on in embarrassment. “Doesn't everybody like hugs?”

Cha gave her a look. “What you did was closer to assault.” 

Carole looked at them with puppy dog eyes. “But I don't bring pain. I bring love.” She then set her booty upon the fire hydrant. “Like I'm trying to bring love right now. I'm asking you to help out wit…”

Carole's eyes went wide as she felt something flowing into her back side.

BOING!

Suddenly, her ass grew twice its original size. “Um…” Carole mumbled as she tried to lift her booty up. “... I think I'm stuck.”

BOING!

Her ass got even bigger as the water from the fire hydrant continued to flow into it. “Can I have some help?” She begged and she tried more desperately to get off the damn thing. 

BOING! 

Her ass at this point was now 10 times its original size and was bigger than the rest of her body.

Sero turned to Cha “You're going to help her, right?”

“Why is that my job?” Cha grumbled.

“I'm not the one with super strength.” Sero replied. 

Cha took a deep breath as she walked towards the now giant booty woman who was waving her arms around desperately. “Don't worry, I got you.” She then pulled on the women's torso. 

PLOP!

Cha managed to pull the girl off. In fact, she did that a little bit too well…

Carole screamed in terror as she was thrown into the sky like a rocket, her booty now 15 times its original size. It didn't take long for her to disappear from the two other girls' sight.

Sero and Cha just stood there looking into the sky before slowly turning back down towards each other. “Nice mess up there.” Sero said with disappointment.

“Maybe things would have been better if you helped.” Cha snapped back as she walked closer to the mechanic.

Sero just shook her head. “Whatever, but you do realize we need to find wherever this girl is going to land, right?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Cha grumbled. “... Hopefully it wasn't too fa-”

WHAM!

—

(Later at the junkyard) 

Christy was still crying on the floor, holding her annoyed pillow tightly. 

KNOCK! KNOCK! 

Just then, Christy heard someone at the door. “Who's there?”

“Your absolute failure of a minion…” Someone behind the door yelled out.

Christy sadness subsided as it was replaced with something else, confusion. “Carole?” Christy got up from the floor as she walked towards the door. “Why are you crying…” She then started opening the door. “... And why don't you just walk-” Christy then stopped herself. 

Standing in front of her was Carole with sad puppy dog eyes. This however was far from the strangest thing. Carole’s butt was now massive. Bigger than her body as her shorts were barely visible as they disappeared into her ass crack

“I'm an absolute fuck up!” Carole cried. “I can't do anything right.”

Christy was somewhat of a cold woman to put it mildly but something about the pathetic display that even her cold heart could not handle. “Look pink-tails…” she grumbled. “... Those events were not your fault.”

“I'm not talking about those…” Carole winned. 

Christy looked on with curiosity. “What exactly are you talking about then?”

Without saying a word, Carole slowly turned around. 

Christy backed up slightly. “Whoa, I don't need to see your…” She then paused as she got a good look at what Carole was talking about. 

There were three stickers about the size of manhole covers on her ass. One of them was pink, tan and had yellow sunglasses. Its face was in a painful grimace as it looked out into the distance. The next disc was black, gray and tan with a trucker hat. Its face was less shocked but more looking on with contempt and acceptance. The last one was black, white, yellow and tan. Its face looked on in confusion. They were all so ridiculous and most importantly, helpless. 

“I messed everything up!” Carole screamed as she continued sobbing. 

“Hold on a second…” Christy yelled out. “... Turn back around.”

On command, Carole did just that. “What? to yell about my failur-”

Suddenly and to the minion’s surprise, Christy hugged her. “Thank you so much!” Her boss screamed as she hugged her even harder. 

Carole was confused but she always liked a good hug and hugged her back. “I'm glad to see your suddenly happy boss.”

They then let go of each other. “Okay…” Christy said, now filled with new energy. “... Let's get those stickers off your bum and shrink it down.”

“And then after that we'll get them back into shape, right?” Carole asked. 

Christy looked at her minion nervously. “Right, but I'll do that after you leave okay.”

“Okay…” Carole replied, seeing nothing wrong with it. 

Christy wiped the sweat from her brow. “By the way how the hell did you manage to squish the pink one? She's stronger than steel.”

Carole just shrugged. “My wife says I'm a master at it even though I don't try to. Maybe I should introduce you to her. She has lovely red hair and she's nice and adores yoga and weird '80s movies and likes classic songs like who let the dogs ou-”

“Yes, yes we'll do that another time…” Christy interrupted. “... Let's just get those stickers off firs-”

“WHAM!”

Out of nowhere, a giant mallet came down upon the two, squishing them flat! Well, Christy was completely flattened. Carole mighty booty stuck out from out beneath the hammer and had bulge even more

The disc brown red and black disc Christy was holding dropped to the ground. It rolled harmlessly like a coin before coming to a complete stop. 

“That's what you get for messing with my master…” A blonde haired woman wearing a purple, black and white maid outfit yelled out before lifting the giant hammer back up.

Beneath the hammer was a blonde, black and white flesh-toned coin. It's face showing nothing but confusion. The other was a blue, red and white toned coin with a ginormous, and a three-dimensional booty attached. 

The maid paid them no mind as she walked towards the disc that Christy dropped. She bent down and picked it up. “For shame master.” The maid teased as she stretched the disc a bit. “You think you would have better sense not to be at the mercy of a mechanic for more than a month.”

The disc pathetically squirmed which gave the maid a good giggle. “Don't worry, I got a good frame for you to stay. Right next to your bottled up girlfriend.” A portal opened up behind her as she heard faint mumbling coming from the disc in her hands. “You taught me one important thing, master. Never let an opportunity pass you by.” She then walked through the portal as I close behind her. 

This left the various discs alone. Two squished on the ground and three squished upon one of the ground disc’s booties. 

The joy may have been cut short but at least Christy had a friend. Extra bonus points for said friend being unable to talk right now.

(The End)