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

(BAD END)

Sophia, the CEO of Distorting Inc., happily hummed to herself as she walked down the street. In her hand was a jar with brown and purple squishy material in it. Its face looked on with agitation.

Someone applied for a job at her company. She complained that her parents were forcing her to get a job, and she picked this one at random. Unfortunately, the little contents of the jar did not read the fine print.

Sophia tapped the glass, causing the contents of the jar to squirm. “You're gonna be so much fun to mess wi-”

BUMP!

She suddenly bumped into someone else, and caused her to lose our balance. She hugged the jar, squishing it in between her breasts to stop it from falling out of her hands.

CLANK!

Unbeknownst to her she dropped something else. Something much more important.

The blonde she bumped into also lost her balance slightly, but was able to keep their footing as well. “Watch where you're goin-” The mysterious figure stopped herself. “Oh, it's your clumsy ass.” The woman groaned.

Sophia quickly turned around and got a pretty unpleasant sight. “Oh, hi Samantha.” She groaned, most of her previous joy leaving her voice “How has life been treating you?”

Samantha gritted her teeth. “It was fine until you turned me into a yoga ball.”

“I mean, it suited you.” Sophia said with a shrug. “You're full of hot air and have an ego as big as your tits. Turning you into an inflatable didn't change much~”

Samantha just gave her rival a death glare. “I was at the dump for 6 months.”

“Maybe next time, you shouldn't turn me into a pooltoy.” Sophia grumbled back.

“Maybe next time don't have such a fat ass I can take advantage of.” Samantha bitch back.

Sophia rolled her eyes. “Whatever…” Sophia said with disinterest. “... I got employee training I need to do.” She then began walking off.

Samantha stuck her tongue out at her rival. “That bitch…” she grumbled to herself. “ I'm gonna make you pa-” She then stopped herself. Looking down on the ground, she saw her miracle. One of Sophia's tf ray guns. A smile crept onto her face. “Perfect.”

—

(Later)

Sophia grumbled to herself as she looked down at her jar. “You're probably wondering what that was about.” She told her new employee. “Just a bully from high school that never gre-.”

BUZZ!

Sophia stopped herself. She recognized that terrifying sound. “Shit…”

BLAST!

Right when she turned around, a laser blast fired at Sophia. It would have been a rubbery end, but quickly she used the jar close to her chest to block the blast.

SHATTER!

BOING!

The jar instantly shattered as the contents of the former container expanded outwards. It fell to the ground as a cute little brown, and purple beach ball with a silly grimace on it. It slowly rolled away from its boss as Sophia herself was knocked down onto one of her knees.

“Oh dammit…” A familiar bitchy voice commented. “...you got lucky.” It was Samantha who quickly pointed the ray gun Sophia unknowingly dropped at her. “You won't get lucky next time.”

BUZZ!

Sophia took a deep breath. “Is this how it ends?” She thought to herself. “No…” She then stared at her mortal enemy.

Everything was silent besides the ray guns as the employee rolled between the two of them like a tumbleweed.

“...SAMANTHA!” She shouted before making a mad dash at her rival and…

BLAST!

Anticlimactically, the laser hit Sophia point blank.

POP!

In an instant, her body changed. Her smooth skin became rubber along with her hair that became a single solid piece. Her legs went into a V shape. Her hands went forward and bent ninety degrees at the elbow. Her ass and boobies expanded to 3 times their original size. Her expression became vacant as her lips went into O shape. She or rather it became a comical and sexy blow up doll. The pathetic thing instantly fell upon the ground and bounced slightly.

Samantha was taken aback. “Oh…” She mumbled to herself. “... I thought that was gonna turn you into a rubber ball.” She then shrugged. “ Works for me.” She walked towards the pathetic thing that was once her rival. She picked it up and examined it slightly.

SQUEAK!

She grabbed tits and started giggling. “Adorable…” She then put her hands upon the doll's ass.

SQUEAK!

“Your ass is even fatter than usual.” She commented as she laughed at her possession.

A normal person would feel humiliation at this point, but since it was an inflatable, it just stared blankly.

“You know Ms. Bimbo…” Samantha said to the object. “... I would keep you, but you're a little bit too tacky.” A smile came to her face. “I think I know a place that will like you.”

It's a good thing objects couldn't feel dread, because if they did the doll would be engulfed in it.

—

(a week later)

Samantha happily dribbled her purple and brown ball as she walked along the sidewalk. Her week had been pretty good. Got a nice basketball, and made a bunch of money because of an old classmate. Speaking of an old classmate.

Samantha walked by a discount inflatable store. It was a cheap place compared to distorted industries/Doll's Inc well crafted, inflatables, but sometimes you can only get the cheaper option.

But occasionally they get some decent, high quality. For example, a blackhaired inflatable doll. It had absolutely no clothes on and was propped up by some wires. It was previously clothes, but who seriously buys these things with clothes on. Much better to sell those separately.

Samantha put her fancy ball under her arm and walked up towards the inflatable. “Despite my craftsmanship, no one has bought you. You really are that ugly.”

The doll said nothing because it was a doll.

Samantha smirked. “Well, one desperate user will probably buy you. Don't you worry.” She then started walking away. She laughed as she took a victory in stride. Leaving the past object to its fate.

THE END!

(Dont worry about Jill. Jesse found Samantha dribbling her daughter. Mom not only got her daughter back but got a nice blonde stress ball out of it.

As for Sophia... she's just fucked.)