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

“Greetings my adoring fans!” A short black haired woman yelled into the camera with a chipper smile. “Is everyone ready for a super, duper amazing stream?”

The chat was going crazy, but not for the usual reasons. 

“Who is this?”

“Where's Jill?”

“Trinity is supposed to be a guest, right?”

“We were promised Jill pancakes with a side order of Trinity juice.”

“We weren't told about a short gremlin.”

The stream jacker kept on her lovely smile even if her face slightly twitched. “Oh, you mean these two bubbly things?”

Pulling down a string she showed off her little toy. In front of the camera was a cute little, balloon butterfly. A very strange butterfly. It was blue, purple, white flesh tone, brown, and pink. One of its eyes was blue and the other one was purple. Above those cute little eyes were atena that oddly looked like pucker lips. The body of the strange thing looked like a blue and purple candy cane. Jutting out of its body was four appendages. Instead of looking like butterfly limbs, they look like little hands and feet. One foot on one side and one hand on the other with each being the opposite color. Freaky of all, the wings look like puffed up booties. It was a strange little thing, and the audience was going absolutely crazy for it.

“Amazing!”

(A bunch of eggplant emojis)

“They look so pathetic and Sexy.”

“Can the butterfly fly?”

“POP IT! POP IT! POP IT!”

The sick gremlin of a woman giggled as she grabbed the balloon between her tiny hands and started squeezing it. “Glad to see you all enjoying yourselves.” She smirked as she continued to play around with the thing like a stress toy. “But this is only the appetizer.”

The chat went wild. 

—

(Stream Stunt #1)

“Jenny, Olga has been more rowdy than usual.” A yellow haired woman grumbled to her short, brown ponytailed friend. “On average, I'm getting sat on five times a day, instead of two times a day.”

“I already see where this is going, Alex.” Jenny said with her arms crossed. “I assume you want me to make something to stop you from getting flattened constantly?”

“Yes please…” Alex asked bluntenley.

Jenny shook her head. “If I could make something like that, I would have done it years ago.”

“Come on…” The usually stoic Alex pleaded. “... I just want to enjoy one christmas without being under someone's-”

POKE!

Without warning, something poked Alex's big booty. The pain being so great, she rocketed into the sky like a missile. She went so high, she disappeared from Jenny's sight, Team Rocket style.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jenny screamed, being completely dumbfounded by what happened. She quickly turned her gaze down and unpleasant sight, holding a pin in one hand, and a butterfly balloon in the other. “Alice!” She yelled as she stomped closer towards the troll of a woman. “Up to your old trix aga-” She then stopped herself. Behind Alice was a phone on a tripod like a camera. “ And why are you filming th-”

WHAM!

The poor scientist had no time to react as a big fat booty slammed down upon her like a meteorite from space. Except instead of being made of rock, it was a slightly big booty woman. Sitting on the pavement was a confused Alex. “OW…” She grumbled as she slowly got back up. “... What happened-”

POW!

Alice slammed down a regular hammer upon the poor blondie's head. The assistant immediately went cross eyed as her tongue stuck out. She slowly fell face first upon the pavement, her body slouched on the ground. Only her ass currently elevated to the, alice, a good look at it.. 

On her ass was a cute little sticker of the former dummy scientist, Jenny. The sticker had little cross eyed, and a painful grimace. If stickers could be conscious, it would currently be out cold along with Alex.

Alice patted the booty as she turned towards the camera. “ How did you like the first act?”

The chat went wild like it usually does for this type of weird stuff.

Alice then put an evil grin. “Ready for round two?”

Chat exploded.

“ Okay then…” Alice said ominously as she threw away her tiny hammer. “... You'll all love this part…” She reached into her cleavage. “... Let's make it smashing.” She then pulled out a comically sized hammer. The chat went wild.

—

(The next day)

“I love it!” The pink-haired girl Mimi yelled as she gave her new cute little balloon butterfly a bear hug, with the toy itself squirming a bit from the pressure.

Alice sat on the couch, sipping some hot Cocoa from a mug. “Glad to see I could put a smile on your face.” She then turned her head towards another one of her presents to the bubbling airhead. The present was covered with red wrapping paper and looked like a big oval. “Dig in!”

Like a lion pouncing on her prey, Mimi jumped on the present and started ripping the wrapping to shreds. As she got a better look at it, she noticed something…off.

The present appeared to be a beanbag chair. There was nothing unusual about the shape, but the texture was weird. The upper and lower half were separated into two sections. The bottom was brown, white and white flesh toned. It had a silly little cross eyed, and a painful grimace plastered, on it. The upper section was red, black, yellow and white flesh toned. The painted on face was also silly, but in a different way. Its eyes were more spirally, and it had a closed smile with its tongue sticking out.

Mimi looked at it with slight concern. “Alice…” She asked, turning her head towards her friend. “... Is this Alex and Jenny smashed into a disc and filled up with stuffing to make a beanbag chair?”

Alice looked at a friend with worry, sweat coming down her face. “No…”

The two of them just stared at each other as the room went silent. I mean, who honestly would believe that lie?

“Okay!” 

We probably should have seen that coming. 

Mimi slammed her ass upon the beanbag chair before rubbing her booty upon it to get comfortable. She then bent down and grabbed her new toy and started squeezing it again. “Thank you so much for this wonderful Christmas!”

Alice just took another sip of her cocoa with a shit eating grin. “What are friends for?”

“Just one…” The beanbag chair thought to itself . “... One Christmas where I'm not sat on.”

THE END!

(The next day, Jesse found Alice and Mimi and crushed them into a stress ball before reclaiming the butterfly balloon..

Remember kids, don't stream your crimes.)