(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
(Bad End)
It was a boring day at Cemetery Hills Church. Panty and Stocking were watching TV, both ladies bored out of their minds. Stocking was eating some pudding as Panty played with her hair.
DING!
Panty turned her head towards the door. “Are they back?” She asked with disinterest.
“They said they wouldn't be back for a while.” Stockings said as she got up from the sofa.
Panty rolled her eyes. “Did you order cakes again?” She said as she got up as well.
“Shut it!” Stockings said as they both walked up to the door. “Probably just some junk mail or something.”
Opening the door, they saw no one was there, but…
“Oh, a package.” Panty said as she looked down upon the cute little box on the welcome rug.
Stocking, bent down and picked up the package. “Are these your sex toys?” She said as she shut the door behind her
Panty gave her sister a look as both of them walked into the living room. “No! I already got my new toys last week.”
“Well this may be something Garterbelt ordered.” Stocking said as she put it on the table.
Panty put her hands upon the package. “ I guess he wouldn't mind us taking a sneak peek.”
BONG!
The second Panty opened the box, something springed out from it like a jack in the box.
“JESUS CHRIST!” Both yelled out as they jumped back.
What sprung from the box appeared to be a robot of some kind. It was wearing a white apron, pink yoga pants and a pink bow on its head.
The sister's shock dissipated and was replaced with confusion. Stocking was the first to say something. “Di-did Garterbelt get a sex rob-”
“Greetings!” The strange robot interrupted the sisters as it casually hopped off the table. “I am 708, the cleaning robot. I will do whatever you say. How may I be of service?”
“He got a sexy maid?” Panty asked as both of them lowered their guards.
“Oh my goodness!” The robot shouted as she turned towards the couch, ignoring the sisters. “What has this couch been through? I'm scanning a large dose of unspeakable things on it.”
Stocking turned towards her sister. “You have a bed for this.”
“Sometimes, I wanna be frisky with my guests.” Panty said with a shrug.
The maidbot reached into its cleavage and pulled out something. It appeared to be a blue, green, and yellow marble. 708 then casually kicked the couch, this set it flying towards the other side of the room.
The Anarchy Sisters were taken aback. “FUCK!” Panty yelled out. “A surprisingly strong fucking kick from the tin can.”
“Garterbelt does not cheap out it seems.” Stocking added.
708 squeezed the marble and tossed it onto the ground.
Both sisters watched as the marble just laid there. “So why did you fucking do th-”
BOING!
Without warning, the pathetic little marble exploded into a massive, couch like shape. However, this wasn't an ordinary couch. The couch had three seats. The one on the left was green and white flesh toned, the middle was yellow and white flesh toned, and the right was blue, yellow and white flesh toned. The seat cushions looked like three sets of blankly staring eyes. The base looked like three sets of boobs squished into squares. Finally, the back seats looked like panty covered asses. Each panty had different initials on it. The green section was MK.1, the yellow section was MK.2, and the blue section was MK.3. The whole thing was completely perverted, even for the sisters' standards.
They were both speechless as 708 turned back around towards them. “The couch will take a while to clean.” The robots said in a monotone voice. “So have this temporary one in the meantime.”
“Why does it look like this?” Stocking said as she walked up towards the couch and started poking it.
Panty, meanwhile, just looked upon the robot. “So you'll do whatever we say, right?”
“Correct.” 708 said with a nod of its head. “What will you ask from me?”
“Let's start with something simple…” Panty said as she rolled her eyes. “... Make me a fucking sandwich.”
WHAM!
With surprising speed, that caught both the Anarchy Angels off guard; a frying pan slammed down directly onto Panty's head. The force of the cooking equipment instantly flattened her body.
Stocking looked on in complete shock. The tin can was so fast she didn't even process the strike until it crushed her sister.
“As you wish.” 708 said as she lifted up the pan.
In it was now a red, yellow and white flesh toned disc. The features of it were comical. The heads side was made up of mainly four circles. Two completely dazed eyes, and two boobs that look like they were going to explode from their dress.
The machine flipped it over like one would do with a pancake. On the other side was a panty clad butt and high heel shoes squished to a comical degree.
Stocking still had trouble processing what just happened.
“The sandwich should be ready in thirty minutes.” 708 said as she walked towards the kitchen. “It's an odd request, but a request is a request.”
Stocking had many options right now. She could try to save her sister, but considering how fast that robot was, she would probably just end up on the menu. She was also lazy. She casually walked towards the odd sofa and sat down. “Garterbelt has a lot of explaining to do later.”
—
In the kitchen, 708 put her pan on the kitchen table. She looked down upon the pancake on it. She grabbed it with her free hand, and it wiggled it around slightly. At this point, the little pancake was still confused, but also a little peeved.
“I will need to process the meat.” 708 said before her stomach opened up as it put the disc in. The hatch then closed.
POW!
SLICE!
SMASH!
WHAM!
Straight up two minutes of nothing but pounding, slicing and remolding the food inside her body until silence took over.
Her free hand turned into a large tube as she pointed it at the pan.
PLOP!
PLOP!
Two slaps of meat plop down upon it. One was red, white flesh toned and yellow with cartoonish eyes sticking out one one side, and the other side looked like a pair of squished breasts. The other patty was just red and white flesh toned. One side had the soles of heel feet, and the other side looked like a juicy booty.
The pathetic meat squirmed as 708 brought it over to a toaster. She put both of them into it, and then pulled down the handle.
708 ignored the muffled sounds of pain as she casually grabbed bread, and some condiments as it began cooking.
POP!
The meat shot out of the toaster as 708 grabbed then and threw it onto a dish. The meat at this point was more solid and reddish, indicating that it was well done.
“Fantastic.” She said as she pulled the bread out. Before she could continue, she noticed something. The meat was wiggling slightly. “That is odd?” The robots said as she looked down upon it. “Good meat isn't supposed to wiggle.” Her free hand terrifyingly turned into a mace. “I'm going to have to fix that.”
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
—
(25 five minutes later)
708 plop down the sandwich onto the table. “Here you go mistress.”
Stocking just looked upon it from the couch. It had two slaps of messed up meat along with lettuce, pickles, mayonnaise, and tomato slices. If she wasn't actively looking for it. Stocking wouldn't know this was her sister.
“I hope you enjoy the meal.” 708 said as she bowed. “If there is any wiggling, I can work on the meat a little bit more.” With that 708 went on her way to clean the house.
Stocking had absolutely no words. There was a sandwich, right in front of her, and she was of two minds. One, this was her sister, and two, she was really hungry. She licked her lips.
The sandwich would have shook in terror, but it understood if it did, it would have twenty minutes of macing, so it just stayed put.
“Ah fuck it.” Stockings said as she grabbed the sandwich. “Boneappetite.” She then stopped herself. “Wait a second. 708...” She called out to her maid as she put the sandwich down. “Can you make me a smoothie-” Stocking eyes widened with terror as she realized the millisecond, after she said it how she tucked up.
WHAM!
—
(One Week later)
MK1, and MK2 sat upon the finally cleaned couch.
“It took her a bloody week to clean this thing.” MK1 grumbled as she laid back upon the couch.
MK2 looked at her partner awkwardly. “Well, at least we can relax now. I can't remember the last time we were anything but a little marble in our boss's bosom.
A plate then slammed down upon the table, catching MK1 and 2's attention. Sitting down was MK3. “I'm as hungry as a bear.” MK3 said as she licked their lips. “Time to dig in.”
Her coworkers look down upon her plate. There were two things on it. A recooked sandwich, and a blue, pink, black, white, and white flesh tone smoothie.
MK1 raised an eyebrow. “You do realize what that stuff is right.”
MK3 just shrugged. “Beggers can't be chooses.” MK3 grabbed the burger. “Besides, I don't remember the last time we ate.”
MK2 became green in the face. “I think I'll be fine never eating again.”
(The End)