(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(BAD END, they get fine off screen)
It was a dark night at the local club. The parking lot was full as well as the building. Only one person was outside. It was quite a heavy woman with a long, black ponytail. She looked very bored as she dribbled a purple and brown ball.
She stopped dribbling, and she held the ball in both of her hands. “Losers like you get boring to play with really quickly.” She mumbled before throwing the ball behind her head and into a nearby garbage can. Hera then looked down towards her legs. “This stupid night club couldn't even give me a chair.”
“Yo…” A voice rang out to the side of Hera. Turning her head, she saw a Puerto Rican woman wearing a blue jacket, blue pants, a white t-shirt, and a spiked necklace. Her hair was long, red and poofy. Her eyes were red, giving off a look of disinterest. “I'm here for my shift.”
Hera tilted her head. “What are you talking about?”
“I'm supposed to be the bartender at this event.” The stranger replied has she crossed her arms?
Hera slowly bent down to the ground and picked up her clipboard, making sure not to lose eye contact with the woman. “Your name.” Hera asked.
“Melissa.” The woman replied.
Hera quickly looked over the clipboard and got her answer. “Oh you're late…”
“Sorry about that…” Melissa said as she cracked her knuckles. “... Had to deal with some people cat calling me.”
“Well, it looks like you wasted your time.” Hera replied with disinterest.
“What?” Melissa yelled back in shock. “ What do you mean by that?”
“You didn't come in time so we had to make do with a quick replacement.” Hera said nonchalantly. “Oh, by the way, you're fired.”
“Hell No!” Melissa yelled as she turned towards the door. “I'm not losing the chance to make some big cash. I'm talking to the manager and getting this job.”
Just then she felt someone grab her shoulder. Turning her head she saw Hera giving her a death glare. “I recommend you leave or this may get violent.”
The two just stared at each other. Having an aura farming off as the night wind blew.
Melissa clenched her fist and sw-”
POW!”
Before she could process anything, Hera slammed her fist down upon the bartenders head. The force of the punch was so great, Melissa's body compressed and flattened on the pavement. She went from a decently tall one, to the height of a piece of paper in half a second.
“Pathetic loser.” Hera mockingly said as she lifted up her fist. She looked down upon the pavement to see what the ex-employee was reduced to.
On the pavement were four circles that work together, an entire foot in diameter. The front pair were white and red, and looked like shocked eyeballs. The back pair were mostly blue with a few tears showing brown and looked like a flat booty. The confident woman was turned into chalk drawing.
“Losers are all talk and no bite.” Hera taunted with glee as she stomped a foot down upon the said loser.
KRRR
“OUCH!” Hera yelled out as she felt a slight pain in her back. “Standing on concrete sucks.” Just then something popped into her head. It was an idea, a nasty, nasty idea. She reached into her cleavage and pulled something out. If the sticker on the pavement had any way to comprehend what was happening, it would be panicking at the moment.
Hera bent down and grabbed the blue part of the sheet and…
RIP!
She ripped it off the pavement. Whistling to herself, she walked towards where she was standing until she had to deal with some trash. She placed it down and then grabbed an air pump. “Just gotta find an opening and…”
PLOK!
Hera shoved the nozzle in-between the two blue circles. The entire pancake wiggled about in shock. “That was the easy part.” Hera mockingly said, as she put her hand on the pump. “The real pain starts.”
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
The pancakes started bloating out, but not into its original form. Instead, it kept the same shape, but just got bigger.
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
Its then diameter changed slightly, but not in a good way. The blue circles were growing at a much higher rate than the white and red ones as everything became poofier and rounder.
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
PUMP!
After ten minutes of straight up pumping, it mercifully stopped. Laying there now was a funny looking couch. The back pillows looked like blue, silk covered pants squeezing a booty to its limits. It was even more rippled with more brown coloring beneath showing, and even a little bit of red colored, panty fabric. It was way more plumped than the materials used to make it. The seat cushions look like 2 blank eyes staring up into the sky. Finally, the base looked like cleavage covered by a ripped, white shirt. With just one loser and some air, the perfect solution to Hera's back problems was created.
Hera smiled, before grabbing the hose and pulling it out, this caused the couch to squirm. “Losers make the best material for arts and crafts.” She mockingly said before turning her ass towards the seat. “Let's see how comfortable you are.”
The couch could only squirm in protest before…
WHAM!
Her ass fell upon the couch, squishing the seat cushions really good. Hera laid back upon her seat, satisfied.
Just then, the couch started wiggling again in pathetic defiance.
SLAP!
“Stop being annoying!” Hera yelled out as she slapped the back seat. “One more protest out of you, and I'll keep you for far more than just my week stint at this place. Got it.”
The couch finally fell silent. Completely humiliated and submissive, It acted like the good little object it was.
Hera smiled before laying back upon the couch. “Look on the bright side, you'll still be working here.” She said as she rubbed her ass upon it.
—
(next day)
Hera sat on her nice couch in front of the nightclub entrance, bored out of her mind. The couch was acting like the good little object it was, meaning she didn't really have much to do. Most people weren't stupid enough to challenge her just to get into a stingy bar unless they were furniture.
Hera felt slightly sleepy thanks to the couch, being way too comfortable, ironically making her job harder. “The monkey paw curled on this one.” She mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes.
“Excuse me?” A meek voice whispered to the bouncer who opened her eyes.
Standing there was a brown skinned person with white poofy hair and a ridiculous green and orange sweater with a ruggedy scarf.
They just smiled at Hera and waved. “I'm sorry to bother you.” The mysterious person mumbled. “I'm supposed to meet up with someone here.”
Hera sighed as she reached into the couch for her clipboard. “Name…” She mumbled nonchalantly.
“Medi!” The guest replied.
Hera went over the list. “Your name's not on here.”
“Well yes…” Medi awkwardly said. “...I'm here to help out a friend.”
Hera raised an eyebrow. “Who might that be?”
“Melissa.” Medi simply replied.
Hera kept a poker face as she asked. “What did they need from you?”
“To provide some assistance…” Medi answered nervously. “... She knew this place was gonna get packed so I volunteered to help on some days.”
Hera slowly turned her gaze at the couch, a small smile coming to her face. “Oh good, some help.” She mumbled as she put down the clipboard and walked towards Medi. “Your friend has been struggling on the job and she will appreciate your help.”
Medi smiled. “I am always glad to hel-”
GAAAH!
Hera suddenly grabbed them by the neck. “There's been too much weight pressing down upon her or more accurately, it.” She teased as Medi struggled in vain as they were lifted into the air. Hera grabbed Medi's legs “Let's get you into uniform.”
SQUISH!
Hera smashed Medi's body in her hands, squishing them in an instant. It was honestly the easiest loser she squished in her life. She smashed and rolled them like Play-doh in her hands for about a minute until she finally relented.
In her hands was a basketball sized loser. The relative ease of squishing it erases all its details. The entire thing was just green and orange stripe pathering, except for 2 cartoonish eyes, which took about 30% of the circumference of the ball. The eyes themselves were crossed and frozen in place.
Hera smiled at her craftsmanship. “One of my best balls yet.”
She then turned to the couch. She gently put the ball onto it. She then turned around. The ball knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to stop it.
SLAM!
The ass made impact on the couch and the poor ball could do very little to resist as it spread out from all the weight.
Hera rubbed her ass back and forth before laying back on the couch. Hera smiled. “Don't worry, your friend really appreciates your help.”
—
(The next day)
Hera was laying on the side of her couch, her head on the cushion and checking her phone. Besides the few squishings, the job had been mostly boring. “I need to pack headphones at some point.” She mumbled to herself as she scrolled twitter. “I don't have the expertise to make a loser into one.”
“Bonjour.” A voice called out.
Hera slowly turned her head towards a black woman with purple, curly hair, purple shirt with a spider decal on it and grayish purple yoga pants.
“I'm here for the party!” The guest said as she waved at the fat woman.
Hera slowly rose from the couch, clipboard in hand. “Who were you supposed to be?”
“Sarah...” The woman said. “... I'm pretty sure my friends who works here was able to wiggle a spot in for me.”
A spark of hope suddenly lit up in Hera's heart. “Oh…” She said, trying her best to keep a poker face. “... Who might this friend be?”
“Melissa!” Sarah replied, causing a bright flash of joy to light up in Hera's stomach. “When she took this job she promised she could get me in for one night. It's been a while since I've been able to par-”
Just then, Hera grabbed her lips. “You seem so excited to party.” She sadistically teased as Sarah started panicking, desperately trying in vain to pull her lips free. “You know what every party needs?”
Sarah could only respond with pathetic mumbles and desperately trying to pry her Hera's hands from her lips
Hera gave a slasher smile as she pulled the lips closer to hers. “Balloons!” She said before taking a deep breath.
Sarah knew what she was planning, and desperately tried to free herself-
FOOOOOOSSSSSSH!
In an instant, the poor woman's body filled up with air and they rose into the air. Their limbs spread out as their clothes ripped slightly. Their belly, ass and tits became noticeably plump, and their eyes bulged out. Sarah was reduced to a bloated, balloon parody of herself.
Hera looked smugly at the loser as she tied the balloon’s lips together. “How are you feeling, party balloon?” She mockingly asked
The balloon could only whimper in response.
“Oh, no need to thank me…” Hera said as she grabbed one of the balloon's hands “... At least wait until we're done first.”
A sense of dread came over the balloon.
CREAK!
STRETCH!
SQUEAK!
“Okay…” Hera mumbled out with slight exhaustion. “I think we're done.”
In her hands was a two foot long balloon animal, and a very unorthodox one. It had a pretty large abdomen that was mostly shaped like a fat ass, the pants area was pretty ripped, giving a good view of the purple panties beneath. The main body was pretty compact, and pretty small compared to everything else. Sticking out of it was six limbs. The back ones being bare feet with the rest of the legs smushed into the tiny body. Same going for the middle legs but being her hands. The front legs were the most bizarre. A bug needs six legs at least so Hera improvised with the balloon's boobs to make the front legs. They were noticeably fatter than the other sets of limbs. Last was its two cartoonish eyes jutting up from the front. They were filled with so much air, they couldn't even twitch. Overall Hera made a slightly inaccurate spider out of a loser.
If the material that was used to make the spider balloon had the capacity to think it would be really miffed about the six legs, but it was in too much pressurized pain to really comprehend anything.
Hera sat back on the poor sofa, her new toy in hand. Hera squeezed its body, causing every other part of the spider balloon to bulge out. “You'll be a nice plaything for the rest of the week.”
—
(The next day)
Hera was once again bored out of her mind. Even squishing her pathetic balloon toy and watching its eyes bulge out wasn't doing much for her. “How have you already become bored?” Hera whined to the toy. It being an object, it said nothing. Hera lifted herself off the couch. She then placed the inflatable beneath it. Too bad toys can't beg for mercy.
SQUISH!
Her ass slowly squished the toy between her ass and the extra seat cushion. She then went back to checking her phone.
“Yo daddy-o.” Someone shouted at Hera.
Hera, putting down her phone, saw a woman with orange hair, a purple t-shirt and black yoga pants.
“Who that fuck still says daddy-o.” Hera asked in disbelief.
“Come on, can't you take a joke?” The woman said with a smile. “I thought it would be funny to speak some outdated slang from my youth.” She raised her hand towards Hera, ready to shake it. “Names Syrup by the wa-”
POW!
With incredible speeds, Hera slammed her fist into Syrup's head causing the hip woman's body to compact like a tin can. It happens so fast if you blinked, you may have missed the transition.
The former mom's body was now a mere one foot tall. Her ass and boobs slightly bulged out making her wider. Her head was tucked into her body with only her hair and eyes poking out. The eyes themselves were spinning. Her arms were reduced to two little nubs of fingers to the side and lastly, her legs were little stumps like a goomba’s feet. Overall, it was quite a comical form for the cool mom to be in.
“That's what you get for not being funny.” Hera said as she looked down upon the pathetic thing.
It was currently wallowing around, completely dazed and confused at its current situation.
Hera smiled as it watched the pathetic thing squirm. After about a minute of watching prance around, she pushed it slightly with her foot. This caused it to flip over on its head and start panicking like a turtle on its shell. It kicked its little feet back and forth desperate to flip itself over to no avail.
Hera bent down and grabbed the shoes and ripped them off along with the socks. She then slowly walked towards her couch and put it in front of it. She sat down and put her feet on the new little footrest.
The pathetic footstool was still wiggling, but Hera didn't mind. It actually made it more comfortable. She began checking her phone again. “Seriously, who still says daddy-o besides footstools.”
—
(A few weeks later)
A garbage truck slowly rolled into the dump. Its back compartment lifted up and spilled out its content into the junkyard before driving away. There was a lot of old, useless junk but four things stood out.
By far the biggest was a pretty dirty couch. It was mostly brown with some white and brown seat cushions and some red on the back seat and the base that almost looked like panties and a bra respectively. There was also an additional green and orange seat cushion on the center of the couch, squished in pretty deeply, thanks to all the sitting it was subjected to. Also laying on it was a very deflated spider balloon. Lastly, to the side was a footstool, flipped over, its legs pathetically wiggling in the air.
They all just laid there in the dirt, occasionally wiggling. This was pretty bad, but they were now away from that maniac, which should give them an opportunity to eventually reform.
CLANK!
Suddenly, something picked the four of them up, a giant klaw. The objects were powerless as they were carried off. They were then held up above a machine.
CLICK!
They were let go straight into the machine. The trash compactor.
SMASH!
SQUISH!
STRETCH!
Straight five minutes of smashing and smushing later, a tiny three inch cube rolled out. It was multicolored and had basically no distinguishing features. You couldn't tell that this cube was made from a couch, seat cushion, balloon and footstool. It just pathetically wiggled there desperately.
They were gonna be there for a while.
(The End)