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

In a broken down, and disheveled apartment building. A lone woman walked up the stairs. She was a very eccentric woman. Her purple pointy glasses looked like they could cut butter. Her hair was slightly ridiculous looking with two strains of it pointing upwards on both sides of her head. She had long purple gloves along with a gaudy purple and yellow dress. Her purple high heels clanked on the floorboards as she walked towards her room she was “renting”.

She put her feet upon the weird multicolored doormat. “Hi land lady, Chamilah here.” She said with a perky smile. “Probably gonna get a new hide out soon after I'm done with my new toys.”

The mat mumbled in distress. As the psychotic lady ignored it. She opened the door and entered her apartment.

She giggled to herself as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out her brush. “Great work today, Brushy.” She told her weapon as she put it to the side.

She then reached into a cleavage and pulled out two discs. More specifically, two superhero discs. One disc was purple, brown, black and a little bit of red. The other disc was pink, white, white flesh toned, and yellow. Both of the disks looked up at the insane person holding them, and trembling..

“What should I do with you two?” Chamilah asked her new toys. A devilish grin grew on her face. “Maybe I should inflate you into blimps. Maybe I should stretch you out on the road until there's nothing left of you.. Maybe I can make a wonderful art piece, or a self portrait. Maybe you can be my cute little panties, or maybe my delicious little snacks or maybe…”

She noticed the eyes of the two disks. They looked upon her with fear like they were begging for mercy.

Chamilah looked at them as her smile disappeared. “Ah forget it…” Taking a deep breath, she crumbled them up into a paper ball before tossing them behind herself. “Why do heroes around here never show any moxie with me?”

—

(a few days later)

“Oh Margaret…” Chamilah cried on the couch in her purple pajamas. She was watching one of her corny soap operas as she ate some ice cream. “... Your love will be your own downfall. She's clearly using you.”

The couch she was laying on was oddly colored. It was pink, white, white flesh toned, and yellow. The back pillows looked like a plump booty, the cushions looked like eyeballs and the base looked like cleavage.

The TV she was watching was purple, brown, black and a little bit of red.

The two superheroes she napped a few days ago turned out to be useful for some R&R. Unfortunately, Chamilah could only keep them in this form for twenty four hours, after which she would have to bail. But she's got twelve hours left to watch her favorite shows.

Honestly, the soap operas were probably more torture than anything else the insane artist could do to them.

The soap opera cut to a “To Be Continued” title card before going to credits.

“Thank you television!” She mumbled, tears coming out of her eyes. “You're the only one who understands me.” She got off the couch and slowly walked towards the TV. “You understand my stale routine.” She then hugged the TV. “You understand not finding anyone who has the same valor as you.”

The TV itself found this really awkward.

“Why am I cursed, to always fight losers. Why can't I fight true heroes?” She hugged the TV harder. “ Please help me, basic satellite.”

Like a sign from god, something suddenly came on. “We interrupt these slocky soap operas for a special bulletin.”

Chamilah opened her eyes. “Basic TV, Why did you insult my tastes? I thought we were friends.”

Before she could do more self loathing, something fascinating came on.

It was a picture of three odd women standing in front of a bunch of destroyed robots.

One was a pretty short woman with wings and a pointy nose, one was a large woman wearing green, a large tail and having a massive club and lastly, and in the centre was a sea faring looking woman in blue with claws, and an eel tail.

Chamilah tilted her head. “What an odd assortment of freaks?”

A random news lady put a mic in front of the middle one's face. “That was incredible.” She shouted. “You destroy those unstoppable robots like they were nothing. Who are you people?”

“The new heroes on the block, The Mystical Mutants.” All three of them then did a super senti like pose. “Our motto is simple. Whenever there is evil, we will never stop chasing it. No matter how much it beats us down, we grow stronger until we win..”

The red headed one started giggling. “Emphasis on “getting beat down” when it comes to Jura.”

“What are you talking about Tori?” The angry dinosaur woman asked as she turned her gaze towards her partner.

“I mean it was commendable.” Tori continued. “Being hit by every single stomp by those giant robots was amateur hour, but you managed to pull yourself back up.”

“What are you saying bird brain?” Jura asked as she grinded her teeth. “You're saying I'm bad at this?”

“Girls stop it …” the blue cloth girl said; trying to break them up. “... No need to be pissy about a few mistakes.”

“Like one of those robots biting down on Tori and chewing her bird brain like gum?” Jura growled back.

“Girls, I'm warning you, stop it!” Their leader pleaded.

“ Those two are whiny.” Chamilah grumbled.

“YOU WANT TO GO DINO BRAIN?” Tori yelled out as she readied her claws.

Jura put on an evil grin. “ Oh, I'm ready to turn you in the chicken nugg-”

POW!

POW!

With ridiculously quick speed, their leader pounded both of them on their heads. The force of the punch squishes their bodies down, flattening them into a pancake.

BOING!

Their bodies instantly popped back

But not in the normal shape, instead that's ridiculous looking accordions.

The sharp tooth leader took a deep breath. “Sorry about that.”

Chamilah's heart stopped as she looked at the blue hero. Something inside her was turning.

The newswoman cautiously continued. “From their rants, we got the name of those two, but what's your name?”

The strange woman put her hands behind her head. “Levi, the hero that never quits.”

Something lit up in Chamilah's eyes. “Thank you TV. She told the very weirded out box. “I think I found my calling.” She ripped her pajamas off, revealing that she was wearing her supervillain garb underneath like the weirdo she was. “My destiny is in America."

She ran towards the door and opened it. “Thank you for the help, Ms. Couch and Ms. TV.” She turned her head towards the doormat below her. “...and thank you Ms. Mat for allowing me to stay for free.” She then picked up the mat. “But I'm gonna need you for one more thing.”

With that, she ran off, leaving the two other objects to wait around for twelve more hours.

—

Chamilah ran into the street and frantically looked around. It was the middle of the night. She plopped the mat down in the middle of the street. “You're gonna help me get to America." She told the very terrified object. She pulled out her brush and pointed at it. She quickly drew on an and…

BAM!

The mat exploded in size. Turning into a world war two jet. It had a painted on smile with razor sharp teeth and dumb eyes on the cone.

“Perfect!” Chamilah yelled out as she inspected the plane. “You should get me to america in no ti-”

“FREZZE!” A feminine voice yelled out from behind her. Turning around, the supervillain saw a female police officer with long, blonde hair holding a gun towards her. “I don't know what the hell you just did, but you're going to jail you fre-”

WHAM!

Nonchalantly, the officer was crushed by a cartoonish rock.

“Quiet pig…” She said nonchalantly. “... You're not ruining this moment.”

The painted rock disappeared, revealing what became of said pig. It was flattened into a record sized disc. Unlike the discs, she got a few days ago, this one wasn't looking up when it was flattened. The main components of the disk were the pig's succulent ass and tits with a little bit up the top of its head in the center.

RIP!

Chamilah nonchalantly ripped the disk from the pavement, rolled it up and shoved it into her cleavage. “For a rainy day.” She then turned to her plane, and jumped in. She messed with the controls, causing the engine to ignite. “Here I come, my lovely Levi, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She screamed as her plane took off into the sky.

(To be continued)