(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(Sort of a bad end, they get fine after a while.)
“Hello everyone!” A greasy blonde haired woman yelled out as she waved to her phone, which was currently recording. “I'm Christy, and welcome to the first episode of ‘Junk to Treasure.’”
Anyone watching the video could see that she was currently in a Junkyard casually walking along. “In this first tutorial, I'm going to show you how to make worthless junk int-”
“CHRISTY, YOU BITCH!” Someone screamed just off camera.
Christy just smiled. “I think it's better if I just show you the junk.” She turns her camera towards the annoying sound.
Tied up with rope were four women. One was a redhead, her face showing unbelievable rage. “When I get out of this, I'm turning you into paste.”
Next to her was a green haired woman shaking. “Please don't hurt us.”
Meanwhile, next to her was a purple haired woman who was focusing on trying to
Get out of her bonds. “ Come on, Dammit!” She mumbled under her breath.
Lastly was a chubby Blue haired woman who was just shaking fear. She knew what was next was inevitable even if she didn't know the specifics yet.
It looked like the Jablons family, (Jesse, Jacoba, Jill and Joy) were in a tough bind again.
“Meet the junk we're using today.” Christy said with a grin. “An absolute bitch, a wimpy coward, an arrogant micro internet celebrity, and a dumb fatass. All of them are just pains in the asses…”
“Untie us this instant you stupid, smelly whore.” Jesse yelled out as she tried to break her binds to no avail.
Ignoring her, Christy continued talking to her phone. “Seriously, don't you just hate dealing with junk like this everyday?” She walked to a control panel.
“Stop talking to your phone and get us out of here or I will strangle you with your own intestines.” Jesse screamed out.
“Mom…” Joy whimpered. “... I think it's best not to antagonize right now.”
Christy grabbed onto a lever. “Don't you wish you could just shut this junk up?”
Jesse was red in the face? “I will rip you into tiny itty bitt-”
PULL
SQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZE!
The two chains instantly pulled upon the rope with a ridiculous amount of force. This caused the rope tying the four together to squeeze them intensely. Their heads ballooned out. Jesse's lips puckered to a ridiculous degree. Jacob was stuck in a surprised, shocked, and bloated expression. Jill's eyes popped out like she was one of those google eyed stress toys. Joy's cheeks bulged up like she was stung by a bee. The middle section of their bodies was super thin at this point, close to a small tree branch. The only part of their bodies that was spared the squeezing, besides their heads, were their feet which were also bloated. The most significant thing of all, was that it was now much quieter, even if moans could still be heard if you listen closely enough.
“Much better.” Christy said as she turned around and slowly walked to the new art piece. She slowly unhooked the chains from the rope. The feet of the pathetic thing landed on the ground, the thing looked like a comical store palm tree. “After this simple step, the junk becomes a lot less irritating. Isn't that right junk?”
All the pathetic art lamp could do was pathetically mumble in response. It was hard to get the exact motion out of it, but it was adorable.
“I know what you are asking at home…” Christy said with a cute smile as she walked back to the control panel. “... This is a vast improvement from what it once was, but it's still too gaudy for my room.” She put her thumb on a button. “Don't worry…” She turned around and gave the abstract art an evil grin. “...we're not done yet.”
For a brief moment, the art piece started panicking before…
Click
A massive piston came down upon it. The force of the piston crushed it in an instant, with most of its mass disappearing beneath it. All except for the four sets of eyes, which ballooned out even more, and cute little butts bulging out from the other side.
Christy smiled as she walked towards her handy work, the piston's still crushing down. “Let me give you guys a closer look at the dumb, stupid, junk.” She pointed her camera first at the eyes which were completely frozen in place thanks to all the pressure. She gave the red ones a poke. “Even the annoying mumbling is gone.” She then walked towards the other side and gave each butt a good slap. “And pretty soft too, perfect for the next step.”
Christy walked towards the control panel again. She pressed the button that mercifully allowed the pistons to move back up and caused some of the mass of the flattened object to bounce into its proper shape. Proper shape for Christy that is.
“Now we're getting closer.” Christy smugly said as she walked towards what became of the object. She pointed her phone towards it. Laying there was what looked to be an extra large pizza with four slices. The green slice looked on in absolute wide eyed terror. The purple slice was cross eyed, the blue one was looking on in shock and the red one still had its poofy lips, and looked completely dazed.
Christy casually bent down and ripped the disc from the ground. “And here we have a perfectly good dish… that is, if we wanted to stop here.”
Suddenly the circle started wiggling in her hand. Christy ignored its terror and put it back down on the ground. “Next step is gonna apply with a little bit of cooperation.” She said as she reached into a cleavage and pulled out something. It was a four hose water tank. The pathetic disc wiggled around again as the psychotic biker bent down and put the hose near the red slice’s mouth. “Open wide.”
The slice couldn't really move its face, but she could tell it was defiant, considering it didn't open its mouth.
“We have a bit of a problem here.” Christy said as she picked up the disc again. “It looks like we need to get it comfortable.” She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a paddle.” The disc only had a few seconds to look at the weapon before being turned around. The other side was squished buttocks and pudgy feet. “To get them comfortable, you will have to do the next step for about thirty minutes.” She raised the paddle and…
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(30 minutes later)
Christy placed the disc back onto the ground. “That should work.” She casually said as she picked up the hose again and put it near the red slice’s lips. Christy didn't even have to say anything as its lips started sucking on it like a pacifier. “Very good.” The other three slices were even more cooperative as they sucked on their respective hoses as well.
Christy got up and put her hands on the valve. “Let's fill them up.” She said as she twisted the handle.
The water slowly poured into the disc as it started growing. Christy waited 10 minutes before shutting off the water. Laying there now was a cute little beanbag chair. It had the same colors and expressions as the disc, but even more stupid. “There you have it!” Christy yelled as she turned back towards the camera. “Four annoying pieces of junk into a comfy beanbag chair.” Turning the camera back to the beanbag chair it was wiggling but hardly anything noticeable. “If you want to stop here, then you can, but…”
Hearing those words, the beanbag chair started wiggling around more intensely.
Christy started reaching into her cleavage and pulled out a floor polisher. “You can customize the textures.”
The beanbag chair shook in terror as Christy came closer.
VRRRRRRRRRR!
Christy started polishing the beanbag chair, more specifically the four stupid faces plastic on it. It took about 20 minutes before the polishing stopped. “Let's see the finished work.” She told the camera as she got out of the way. There were two noticeable differences. One, the color was a little bit more mixed, and two the faces were different. All of them had the same big goofy grins and various levels of crosseyed.
“Now for the last step.” Christy said as she turned her booty towards the poor beanbag chair.
PLOP!
Christy's booty slammed on the poor thing, causing it to squirm. “Feels fantastic.”She said as rubbed her ass upon it to get comfortable. “Oh yeah this one last feature.” She raised her hand up and snapped her finger. “Vibrate mode.” The beanbag chair instantly started shaking which caused Christy to smile in pleasure. “Wonderful and easy to make…” Christy said before turning her face towards her phone camera. “Thank you for joining me for my first episode. Catch you next time I find the stupid dork.”
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(week later)
“Bullshit!” Christy yelled as she sat on her beanbag chair, squishing it. “My first video was a hit, but youtube hit me with a content ID warning.” She groaned. “ I squished four losers in an extremely painful fashion. What's so wrong with that?” She yelled with zero sense of irony. She put down her phone and laid back upon her custom seat. She snapped her fingers, causing it to vibrate. Christy leaned back on it, squishing it down. “Maybe my next episodes should involve a stress ball.
(The End)
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As for the beanbag chair, the problem with recording your crimes is people will most likely know what you did and that includes people like Bong-Cha or Sero. The problem is they don't watch youtube, so it's probably going to be a while until they figure out what happened. They'll most certainly break their staying tfed record of a month. I'm sure they don't mind, right?
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They'll probably enjoy their time under Christy's ass.