(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
A fancy looking woman was sitting down on her chair, fastened her hat. “Perfect.” The perfectionist said as she looked at herself in her priceless, golden mirror. Her beautiful white dress nicely contrasting with her long green hair. “Ready for the opera.”
She got out of her chair and walked out of the room, and into the living room. The 6 foot woman wore a stoic expression. She looked as unbreakable as a steel wall. She reached for the front door “I can't wait to watch Les Miserables aga-”
“Yo, bubblebutt.” Someone yelled out the second she opened the door. “Would you prefer to be called by your nickname, Quanho?”
The figure had light brown skin, along with long, white hair that covered her eyes. She had a white poofy jacket that only really covered her arms as she didn't even attempt to zip it up. Most of her body was actually covered by a one piece latex outfit that left very little to the imagination.. It notably had a giant boob hole shaped like a heart. Her legs were covered with fish net stockings and black high heel boots. The two oddest pieces of the woman's attire was a white little top hat with roses on it, and most worryingly, a whip.
Most people seeing this would immediately slam their door, run for their lives, and call the police, but Quanho was a dignified woman to a fault. “I prefer to be called by my name.” She said bluntly. “May I help you with something?”
“Okay Bubblebutts.” She said with zero self awareness. “My name is Cabaret.” The mysterious woman said as they reached into their cleavage, and pulled something out. It appeared to be a pamphlet. “There's an art contest happening next week, and I am looking for a model.” Her smile grew wider. “I've noticed that you would be perfect for the job.”
Quanho just looked at the girl stoically; keeping her elegant coolness. “I never put out an ad for modeling.”
“Oh dear, I didn't see an ad…” Cabaret giggled. “... I've been stalking you for about a week now.”
The area around the two women became quiet as they just stared at each other. “Um…” Quanho mumbled as she grabbed the door handle. “... The answer is still no miss.”
WHIP!
“OUCH!” The creep's whip slammed into Quanho's body. The fair maiden's eyes bulged out as they screamed in pain. The force of the whipping not only knocked her back but tore off her clothes, revealing her green bra and panties.
“Now then Bubblebutts…” Cabaret said with a stern voice. “... Are you ready to get to work?”
Any elegance or dignity was gone from Quanho’s face as she looked at the mad woman with fear. “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MANIC!” She then attempted to run away back into the house. Unfortunately, for the noble woman, that just gave Cabaret a perfect shot of her pantyclad ass.
WHIP!
WHIP!
WHIP!
The whip repeatedly slammed into the panicking girl's booty. She did a wild take again, but this time her eyes shot out like snakes along with her tongue.
BONK!
She fell face first onto the ground as most of her body collapsed. The key would be most of her body. While her legs, hands, body and face were flat on the ground, her booty was pointing to the sky.
She laid there limp as Cabaret slowly walked towards her. “Ooh, nice pose idea Bubblebutts.” She told her new assistant as she gave the raised booty a few pats. “You seem pretty eager for the job.
Quan-I mean Bubblebutts just laid there silently as stars circle around her head.
“Too excited to talk I see.” Cabaret said as she walked up towards the rope-like eyes of Bubblebutts. “It's a good start, but we can do a little better.” She then grabbed both the eyes and turned towards Bubblebutts's booty. “Let's get to work.”
She began to wrap the eyes around the Bubblebutts ass. The eyes were quite long so Cabaret was able to do this with relative ease.
“Okay Bubblebutts…” She told her model, still holding the tips of the eyes. “Let's get them locked into place.” She then shuffled the tops of the eyes into the ass crack like putting a wiener into a hot dog bun. Bubblebutts's irises looking out from the front.
Cabaret stepped back to appreciate her artistry. “Perfect!” She shouted, satisfied with her work. “You'll be perfect for-”
“Owwww…” Bubblebutts whined as her consciousness returned. “... My head hurts.” She started wiggling around. “Wait, What happened? Why am I seeing funny? Why do my eyes feel funny? Why can't I get up? Why does my butthurt?” She then started wiggling around, and ruining the tranquility of the art piece.
The joy on Cabaret's face instantly dissipated. “Goddammit…” She groaned as she readied her whip again. “... Newbies need a lot of training, like staying still.”
WHIP!
WHIP!
WHIP!
—
(Three weeks later)
Bubblebu-I mean Quanho, was reading a newspaper. The headline read. “Beautiful art piece ‘The Dummy Noble.’ wins prize at local art contest.” Below the headline was Cabaret sitting on Quanho's embarrassing state, and trophy in hand.
Quanho looked at the headline with agitation before putting it on the table. “If it wasn't humiliating enough, the whole world has photographic evidence of my torturous experience.” She said to herself as she got up from her chair. She pathetically wobbled down the hall, trying and failing to keep her noble stride. “I've been back to normal for a week now and my butt still hurts.”
Quanho was still paranoid from the incident. When she was back to normal, she hired a bodyguard by the name of Marchen. Despite the added protection, she was still obviously shaken.
“Get ahold of yourself girl…” She told herself “Maybe some tea will help cool me dow-” Her heart stopped as her eyes bulged out of her skull the millisecond she saw what was on the floor.
Laying, there was a red, green, white, yellow, light brown, and white flesh toned circular rug. It was 4 feet in diameter, and half of it was taken up by large spinning eyes in the center.
Quanho heart started beating out of her chest as she looked down at her former protector. “Ma…Marche-”
A voice rang out. “Hello again, Bubblebutts.”
A wave of despair took over the noble woman as she slowly turned her gaze towards the living room sofa. Sitting there was her tormentor, Cabaret, wearing her ‘would be’ protector's hat.
“How did you enjoy your week break?” Cabaret asked with a sinister smile. “Seems like you liked it, seeing as you bring someone else to help with our next piece. I believe she called herself Sternass before I flatten her to the ground.”
They just stared at each other in awkward silence.
Cabaret tilted her head. “Anyway, like the last one, you need to take off that dress before we continue.” She then grabbed her whip. “Do you need help with that again?”
RIP!
Quan-I mean Bubblebutts immediately tore off her dress and threw her hat away. She stood there shaking in fear.
“Nice to see you learned from our last session…” Cabaret said as she got up from the couch and walked towards her model. “...By the way, you're probably going to be working for a bit longer for this next project. Hope you don't mind. At least you'll be working with a friend.”
Quanho just looked down upon her tormentor. She really hates this new job.
WHAM!
—
(Later that week)
Missa was casually vacuuming the carpet in her living room. She looked agitated. “Damn Aisling…” The dark sorcerer groaned to herself. “... Telling me we're having a Christmas eve party on the day we have to have everything ready.” She turned off the vacuum and led it on the wall. “And she doesn't even have the gall to help me set everything up.” She picked up her Black Book from the table and looked through it. “She was like ‘Oh, I need to get everyone for the party, sorry.’ before flying off with a smile on her face” She then closed her book, and put it down. “She's so lucky she's cute, or I would've shoved her into a christmas stocking.” She then sighed. “ I would much rather prefer that we just spent the holidays with just the two of u-”
DING-DONG
Before she could continue monologue to herself more, the doorbell rang. “Speak of the devil.” She said to herself as she walked towards the front door and opened it. “You're lucky I'm quick on this shi-” She suddenly cut herself off as her eyes popped out of her skull and became massive.
What she saw was a strange woman with a cute hat that should be familiar with the readers of this story. This however was not what freaked her out. The stuff that caught her eyes was the weird disc with big eyes stuffed into the lady's cleavage and the even weirder woman on all fours behind her. The absolute ‘What the Fuck’ part being the lady on all fours had her eyes tied to the psychotic bitches's waist.
“Greetings Ms. Tits…” Cabaret said with a happy smile on her face. “... Nice house you got here.” She briefly looked up at the gothic building. “... The perfect place to spend Christmas.”
Missa was still utterly speechless as she couldn't take her eyes off of the poor woman on all fours. “Why are her eyes tied to your waist?”
“Oh sorry…” Cabaret responded with a bit of embarrassment. “... Bubblebutts just wanted to go for a walk and this is to make sure she doesn't get lost.”
Missa just stared at the insane woman. “Get the hell out of here before I call the co-”
WHAM!
—
(Later)
Two women walked upon the forest floor as another one flew round them
“This is gonna be fantastic!” Aisling giggled as she spun around her two guests like an excited puppy would around their owner.
One of these guests currently had a cigar in her mouth. “Calm down!” The redheaded one said. “Spinning round us like that won't magically make us get there faster. If anything it's gonna slow us down.”
The shorter woman looked around the creepy forest they were in. She tried her best to keep her head cool. “This seems like a really bad idea, Trace…” The woman quivered. “... Seems odd to have a Christmas party in a place like this.”
Trace started patting her partner on the head. “Relax Memo…” She told her. “... These two come to my tattoo parlor all the time. They're nice enough. Nothing scary about them.”
Just then, a creepy ass castle came into view.
Memo eyes shot out of her skull. She attempted to book it, but Trace grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, causing her to run in place. “It's comfy on the inside, I promise.”
Memo was pulled along as they came towards the front door of the house.
clank…
clank…
clank…
The three of them stopped. “Strange…” Trace mumbled as she turned towards the flying fairy. “... that sounds like machinery. I thought you girls weren't really high tech.”
“We have a vacuum cleaner, but that's about it.” Aisling responded as she scratched her head. However, that worry dissipated when a thought came to our head. “It must be a surprise gift from Missa.”
Memo shook in place. “Maybe we should go. Please?”
Trace really wanted to disagree with Memo, but there was definitely something wrong he-
“I'M BACK MISSA!” Aisling shouted before grabbing both women by the collar of their shirts, and pulling them into the castle. “How did the cleaning g-”
Before the hyper wing dim wit could finish her sentence, the three of them got a good look at what was on the other side of the door.
There they saw Missa in, let's just say, not the best shape.
Her body was being pulled along by a weird taffy puller device. One side her lips were tied to and the other her feet. She was currently getting stretched to a ridiculous degree.
Aisling eyes widened as the room went quiet. “What on earth happened.”
Memo quickly turned to her partner. “I told you this was a bad idea. We gotta leave.”
Trace sucked in her pride. “All right.” She told her. “Let's just get Missa out of this fir-”
SNAP!
A sound erupted above all three of them. All of them looked up and saw a giant boulder coming down towards them. Their eyes bulged out of their skulls as they briefly screamed in terror before…
WHAM!
It slammed upon the three of them, crushing them flat.
Besides the machine messing with Missa, the room was completely quiet for a good few seconds.
“Marvelous…” A voice screeched out. Jumping out from behind some furniture was the psychotic Cabaret. “... Some of your friends have shown up.” She put her left foot on the boulders and pushed it. She then looked down upon the mess the boulder left.
Laying on the ground were 3 pairs of cartoonishly large eyes about six feet in diameter yeah.
One of the eyes was pink and was frozen in a horrified look. The next one was red and was cross-eyed. The last one was green and had the left eye looking down and the right eye, looking northeast.
Cabaret giggled as she tapped her foot upon the pink one. “The more the merrier.”
—
(Christmas morning)
Cabaret sat upon the couch sipping some nice hot chocolate. Everything was tranquil and quiet. The perfect Christmas for her and her friends. Even if being friends with objects was a bit weird.
She turned her gaze towards the lovely green inflatable Christmas tree with doofy eyes. Hanging upon it were 3 orbits that looked like squished in cartoonish eyeballs. Wrapped around the tree was a glittering black, and gray tinsel. Lastly, on top was a red, green, yellow, and white star with cartoonish eyes. The whole thing brought the entire room together.
Cabaret turned back towards her hot cocoa and took a nice sip. “These are great new friends…” She thought to herself. “... We have to make this a yearly tradition..”
On that day, she got new models she could come and visit anytime she had a creative idea.
Merry Christmas.
(THE END)