(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
In the City of Whampolis at the dead of night a van slowly drove through the street. On the rooftop, a figure watch down below.
It stopped at a random warehouse. The doors to the van opened. “Alright everyone, let's move…” A gangster yelled out as another 6 rolled out along with someone else.
The mysterious figure, watch from the rooftops. She was wearing a black fedora, a light black jacket, a long sleeve, gray turtle shirt, a belt with a few capsules on it, boots and a black domino mask that hid the pupils of her eyes. Below, that was a scar on her lips. She crouched down, trying her best not to be seen as how long, brown ponytails blew in the wind.
The last person didn't seem to be part of this gang. It was a white haired woman in a suit. She was currently tied up and gagged.
“You thought you could have pulled a fast one on us?” What appeared to be the head gangster said as she pointed her gun at their captor's head. “Well, we're going to have a lot of fun with you.” The gangster turned around and pointed at a nearby metal door. “I'll take her in for a talk. You 6 watch outside.”
The strange figure carefully examined the alleyway below. “Okay, I gotta take out the six guards…” She ponded to herself. “... But the problem is I don't have any supplies for this.”
CLICK!
“Don't move.” Someone commanded behind her, pointing an AK-47 behind her head.
Our hero stood silent, but kept the same expression.
“Come on now, get up and raise your hands” The criminal command.
Our Hero did just that.
“So you're one of those superheroes?” The smug criminal asked.
“Yup…” The hero simply replied in a surprisingly calm tone. “... But relatively new to this.”
“Let me guess, the 500th elastic bitch?” The criminal asked. “I'll have you know these bullets won't just bounce off. They are tailor made to kill you freaks.”
“You think I'm that unoriginal…” Our hero responded. “... I'm a bit more unique.”
“Good for you…” The criminals snarked back. “... Bullets work the same.”
Our hero was in trouble, and she knew it, but she had to keep her cool. “Before you kill me, you can at least have the courtesy to ask my name.”
The criminal tilted her head. “Why would I care about a corpse's name?”
“Ms. Alleyway.” The hero responded. She looked at her feet and saw a rock, she then turned her eyes a few feet to the left and saw a pipe chimney.
“Very stupid…” The criminal responded as she put her finger on the trigger. “... I'll make sure to forget it.”
KICK!
DING!
Ms. Alleyway subtly kicked the rock. It hit the pipe, causing it to make a dinging sound.
“Who's there!” The gangsta screamed out as she pointed her gun at the sound.
Luckily, it was too dark for her to notice what Alleyway did.
From the brief moment awarded to her, she instantly flipped around and grabbed the crook's gun.
“What the…”
POW!
Alleyway punched the criminal in the face, sending them flying and causing them to drop their gun. They landed at the center of the roof, their eyes spinning. “...Oh my aching...”
When her vision cleared up, she noticed the person she previously had at her mercy now squatting down beside her.
“How's it going?” Alleyway mockingly asked.
All the criminals' confidence immediately disappeared. “Please don't kill me. I'll betray my friends, please just let me live.”
“Okay.” Alleyway casually responded.
The criminal was still in a panic but her heart rate did calm. “ Glad we can make a deal…” She said with a mix of panic and sliminess. “... So what's the-”
POW!
SLAM!
SQUISH!
—
(5 minutes later)
The guards just stood there, bored out of their minds. “This sucks.” One of the gangsta said as she spun her gun.
“It could be worse…” Another gangster piped up “... We could have gotten rooftop duty with Kay.”
The board gangster looked up, it was hard to see considering it was nighttime. “What is she doing anyway?”
“Probably slacking off…” Another gangster answered. “...And that's good, because it's better than talking to her.”
Meanwhile, up above on the fire escape, Ms. Alleyway looked on. “They seem about as smart as the one on the roof.” She thought to herself as she reached for one of her capsules. She pulled out a little black square. “Should be easy to bait.” She then lifted the rock she got earlier above the railing and dropped it.
CRASH!
It hit one of the trash cans at the end of the alleyway, causing a loud noise. Immediately, the six gangstas turned towards the noise.
“Shit, we may have trouble…” One of the gangsters yelled out.
“Or it could just be a raccoon…” another gangster said.
“Intruder or pest, let's just make them swiss cheese.” A third gangsa said as they all slowly walked towards the end of the alleyway.
Ms. Alleyway held her breath as she watched the gangsters get into the perfect position; the exact edge of the alleyway, covered by 3 walls.
She then looked down upon her little square, put her finger on it and pressed down. She then quickly threw it behind the criminals.
“The hell made that noise?” One of them asked.
“You girls are too paranoid.” Another gangster said. “Probably a rat or somethi-”
HISSSSSS!
All the gangsters immediately turned around, pointing their guns at the source of the sound. About 3 feet away from them was a little
Square. They all looked on in confusion.
POP!
The tiny thing grew to about a foot long. It now had big, poofy eyes and puckered lips.
A realization hit one of the gangsters. “Hey that kind of looks like Ka-”
BANG!
SQUISH!
The cute little square exploded in size. The 6 gangsters had no time to react, except letting out fleeting screams as they became muffled by the inflatable crushing them upon the wall.
The inflatable looked like a cute bloated, smiling face. In fact, it looked like Kay. It didn't exactly fit the diameter of the alleyway, so it was a bit squashed but it still did the trick.
Ms. Alleyway jumped down and landed on the inflatable. “Nice work.” She told the blimp, before raising her finger up and poking it.
SQUISH!
It instantly contracted, becoming a small black square again. “You did a fine job.” She said before squeezing the item into a little cylinder about an inch long. She then turned to the back alley wall. There she saw six gangster posters, all with the faces of absolute fear and shock.
“Greetings ladies.” Ms. Alleyway said as she grabbed one of the gangsters by their hair and started pulling.
RIP!
“I'm glad to see, like your friend, you're on the side of good now.” She then stuffed the posters into one of her capsules.
She then collected four more in the same way before turning her attention to the last poster. This poster was a brunette with a single ponytail. “You seem extra eager to help.”
She then grabbed the poster's ponytail and…
RIP!
She ripped the poster off before pulling it up to her face. “You wanna help me get inside?”
The poster said nothing but blinked at her.
“Excellent!”
SQUISH!
She squished the poster down but not into her capsule. Instead, she slowly rounded the thin woman into a more circular body. “I got the perfect plan!” She yelled as she lifted up her new ball.
The ball itself mostly showed off the gangster's boobs on one side and an ass on the other with its pathetic eyes squished in between. Hanging off the ball was a single ponytail.
“Now for the next step…” She grabbed a bottle from her utility belt. “...You have no idea how hard this was to get, so you better enjoy it.”
She shoved the bottle into the ball's mouth, then forced it down. It tasted and felt like powder. She then began slowly walking towards the door. She put down the ball and… Well I lied a bit, it's not actually a ball.
Our psychotic Hero pulled out a lighter from her pocket and set fire to the tip of the object's ponytail before running away and jumping behind a garbage bin.
SSSSSSSSSSSS!
A realization struck the bomb as fear grew in its eyes. What was shoved into its mouth was gunpowder. It desperately tried to escape and put out the fuse, but it could not move at all. As the fuse went down more and more, it closed the size and ready itself.
…
Nothing happened. The ball opened its eyes, a look of relieved on it fac-
BOOM!
The bomb exploded, briefly covering the entire area with smoke. After a few seconds the smoke had cleared and Ms. Alleyway peaked her head from behind the garbage then.
There was no more door or bomb. Instead the only thing there was a cute little set of eyes over a pile of ash. They stared blankly, completely in shock.
“Nice work eyes…” Ms. Alleyway said as she walked up towards the pile of ash. “...But your former boss probably heard that, so we need to go.” She picked up the eyes and squashed them into another capsule.
She then turned to the door. “One more to go.”
—
(A few seconds ago)
“The hell was that?” The gangster leader yelled out as she jumped out of her chair. On the seat with a seat cushion. It was colored white flesh tone, white and pink. Its eyes looked straight ahead and had a gag covering its mouth.
The gangster turned to the cushion. “After I deal with whoever that is, we'll continue our session.” She grabbed her gun and ran off into the darkness. “All right you dirty intruder, we have money owed to us, and we're not backing do-”
POW!
STRETCH!
SQUISH!
WHAM!
The sounds of painful compression and stretching fill the warehouse. All the seat cushion could do was just lie there and wait and hope that its savior won the battle.
There was then silence as footsteps headed towards the object. A figure loomed over
the cushion as it looked down upon it. The cushion could see that the figure had a stress ball in their hand.
“Greetings Ms. Dart…” Ms. Alleyway said as she shoved the stress ball into one of her capsules. “...I see that you have been having some issues lately.” She then grabbed the tip of the seat cushion and started pulling.
POP!
The woman was back into the third dimension, even if they were still tied up and gagged. Saying nothing, Ms. Alleyway pulled the gag out of the hostage’s mouth.
“Oh thank you, thank you for saving me…” Ms. Dart screamed the second she could speak again. “...Can you untie me now? I got some business stuff to do in the morning.”
Ms. Alleyway just stared at her in silence for a second before pulling something from her pocket. “Charity money for a local orphanage…”
Ms. Darts eyes went wide.
“... I'm wondering, where might the money be?”
Dart started sweating profusely. “It was probably one of those gangsters you squished.”
Ms. Alleyway put the note back in her pocket. “You worked with them to commit fraud and then decided stupidly backstab them.”
“How did you find out?” Ms. Dart asked as she started shaking.
“Well, I had a decent amount of leads…” Ms. Alleyway said with a smirk. “... But it was mainly because you admitted it to me right now.”
Ms. Dart at this point was panicking. “Well, I'm sorry miss, it was an honest mistake, I needed the money.” She explained.
“You're fucking rich!” Ms. Alleyway yelled back.
“That 17th yacht isnt going to pay for itself?” The rich bitch pathetically pleaded. “I may not be able to pay now, but I can make up the money, just give me time.”
Ms. Alleyway just stared at her. “I have the perfect way you can pay those children back.” She then raised her hands towards Ms. Dart.
“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!”
POW!
STRETCH!
SQUISH!
WHAM!
—
(The next day)
The kids at the Orphanage's playground were having the time of their lives. Despite the charity money getting stolen, they still managed to get their new playset from an anonymous donor. It was pink, white and white flesh tone. It also had the pathering like it was a twisted, stretched and molded person. While some may have found it creepy, the kids loved it, especially the goofy face plast it on the top.
Walking by the other side of the fence was a black homeless woman in baggy clothes. It warmed her heart how much fun they were having. It saddened her that after Ms. Dart's estate is able to pay back the orphanage, the playground would have to be taken down for a new one. But that won't be for a while.
The mysterious woman looked down at her belt.
“I could just deliver them to jail but I don't want to be empty handed again.” She thought to herself. “I'll deliver them once I get new equipment after the next job.”
She smiled. She had 7 pieces of equipment for her next job in the next few days. Hopefully, it's as satisfying as the last.
(The end)