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

It was a peaceful night at Titans Tower with barely any sounds. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But the quietness hid a danger. Slowly slithering out of the bottom of an elevator door was a strange red and black carpet. It slithered on the floor like a snake before compacting in on itself. It slowly then started expanding before molding into a humanoid shape. Standing there in the middle of the hallway, with an evil grin, was a peculiar woman wearing red and black latex. The elastic supervillain, Madame Rouge, had broken into the surprisingly poorly guarded base.

“Easy as pie.” The devilish woman thought to herself as she looked down the empty halls. “These pathetic do-gooders will pay for humiliating me.” She slowly walked down the halls, her fingers sharpening into blades. “ All I have to do is cut them up while they're in their bed-”

CRACK!

All the smugness from the supervillain’s face instantly disappeared as she saw the door to the left side of her slowly swing open.

“Aaaaaa…” A peculiar woman wearing a purple cloak mumbled as she rubbed her eyes. “ I can't get any sleep around here.” This woman, Raven, then looked down the hall. “Maybe getting an extra pillow from the living room would help.” She then groaned again as she stepped forward. “ But I really don't want to go that fa-”

SQUEAK!

Jolting her attention, Raven looked down on what she just stepped on. Apparently, her heel was dug into a black and red carpet. Raven tilted her head. For a second there, it looked like the fabric was twitching. 

“The sleep deprivation is getting to me.” Raven mumbled as she lifted her foot up and bent down to pick, they picked it up. She began stretching it out a bit, feeling its surface. Raven smiled. “This should hopefully do the trick.” She then brought the carpet into her room.

Madame Rouge would've normally been annoyed by this, and she was, but this was the perfect opportunity. The second she went back to sleep, she would strike.

Raven slowly looked around her room. Oddly, the carpet noticed that the heroine's focus was not on her bed. “ Quickly now…” The fabric mentally screamed. “...get some shut eye so I can slit your thro-”

Before the carpet could finish that thought, it felt its body slowly being folded in on itself. It was so distracted by what was being done to it, it didn't notice the pale heroine walking up towards her chair. When she was finished folding the carpet she plopped it upon the seat. 

“What are you doing you imbecile?” The custom pillow mentally yelled. “This is not your-” She then noticed the terror above her. A mighty superhero ass.

SQUISH!

Like a wrecking ball, Raven's ass slammed down upon the makeshift pillow. The pressure from it caused it to stretch out a bit. The sudden weight was so sudden the miraculous pillow mentally lost itself for a few seconds.

“Nice and comfy…” Raven mumbled as she reached for a book and opened it. “... Hopefully, a nice book will help me get some sleep.”

The villain-pillow gained its senses. It would have tried to look around, but all it could see was the ginormous ass sitting on top of it. The situation may have seemed humiliating, but it didn't matter. All she had to do was wait for her to go to sleep, and then she could strike.

—

(3 hours later)

The wait was infuriating for the would-be assassin. This bimbo didn't even know how to sleep and they've been stuck like this for hours at this point. It understood however, that the second the bitch went to sleep, she would strike. It could already imagine the bloody fireworks, it filled the object with joy.

THUD!

A wonderful sound pierced the pillow's ears. The book the assomiac was reading fell to the ground. This was followed up by another wonderful sound.

zzzzzzzzzzz

The sounds of the foolish sorcerer's snoring. At last, her prey was asleep. “Finally!” The pillow mentally yelled as its heart started racing. “I can gut this bitch like a pi-”

However, when she tried to move, nothing but pathetic, wiggling happened. “What?” It thought to itself as it desperately tried to free itself. “ This bitch can't be that fat, can she?” but it was true. The weight of Raven's ass was too great for the supervillain to reform or even slide out from it. “This fucking bimbo.” At this point the pillow stopped wiggling. “I gotta wait for this fat bitch to wake up. FUCK!”

As Raven snoring echoed throughout the room, the pillow laid there in defeat. All it could do now was grumble. “You know what the worst part about this is?” The object thought to itself. “... I won't even be able to get any shut eye because of her excessive snoring.”

—

(6 hours later)

Raven opened her eyes. “My god, that was a rough night.” The sorcerer said as she rubbed her eyes.  “What time is it?” She looked over at her wall clock and saw that it was 1:00. “Shit…” she groaned as she stretched her arms. “Overslept again.”

Meanwhile, the seat cushion under her booty was exhausted. “Why is this assomiac so fat?” It thought to itself. It felt Raven was moving her ass slightly. “Finally…” The sinister object thought. “ As soon as the bitch leaves, I'll find another hiding spot in this room, and wait for my opportunity to strike aga-” Before she could mentally finish she felt something. It felt like she was rising. “What?” 

To the pillow's dismay, it was squished so much by the moon-sized booty it caused it to stick to it. “Oh, Goddamnit!” It mentally screamed as Raven casually walked out the door.  The superheroine only had one thing on her mind. “Hopefully, I can grab a bite to eat without Starfire cooking something for me.”

—

(Later)

Raven entered the living room of the tower, her face still showing off her sleep deprived state. She briefly looked around. No one was home. “ Good she's not here. I can get a quick snac–”

“You look like a hungry Raven.” Starfire innocently yelled as she jumped out behind the kitchen counter with a huge smile on her face. “I can make you the grub.”

Raven just gave her a look. “I don't think so.” She mumbled as she turned around. “ I think I'll go out to the city for lun-”

Before Raven could finish, Starfire noticed something. When the sorcerer turned around her cape swung to the side, giving her a brief glimpse at something plastered on Raven's ass. “What is that?” Starfire asked as she quickly flew forward and…

RIP!

Raven squealed as Starfire peeled the huge sticker off of her ass. “Why was this on you bum bum?” Starfire asked as she flew back to the counter.

Raven turned around and just looked at Starfire with death in her eyes. “Why the hell did you touch my ass?” Raven yelled.

“Oh I'm sorry…” The alien said as she stretched the mat with her hands. “...I'm just curious.” She continued stretching the surprisingly flexible thing. “This thing is so squishy and fun.” 

Mentally, the mat was not having the best of times. “This stupid orange skin freak.” It agonized to itself. “I can't wait to kill you.”

Starfire briefly put down the mat. “Maybe too much of a good thing.” She said as she poked the squishy thing. 

Raven tilted her head. “What's wrong with your new toy?”

Starfire bent down below the kitchen cabinet, searching for something. “ It seems to be too squishy, I need to fix this.” 

“I am not a toy…” The toy thought to itself. “I am your reckoni-.” 

Before she could finish, Starfire stood up with a terrifying item; floor polisher. “This should toughen it up just a smidge.”

The pathetic item only had a second to yell out “WAI–

PSST!

—

(One month later)

Starfire was happily whistling to herself as she entered Titans Tower. “The carnival is always the fun.” The cheery woman said as she wiped her dirty boots upon a strange red and black mat at the entrance. 

About a month ago, her floor polisher plan worked a little bit too well. Turning the extremely squishy pillow to a hard rubber rectangle, unknowingly trapping the object in its shape. Luckily (for her, not the poor thing she now owned), she found a good use for it, all she needed to do was write ‘welcome’ on it and bring it to the entrance, and they had a brand new welcome mat.

The welcome mat could only look on as its owner walked away. You're probably wondering what the thing was thinking after about a month trapped, and it's present, but it's an object, it doesn't think. It's weird that you even brought that up.

(The end)