After panicking for a little bit, you soon calm down. If your evil counterpart DID have your key, she would have gone out of her way to let you know she had it, and no doubt make you do something humiliating to get it back. You figure you had stressed out enough over it, and decide to take a break and search for it later. You head into the living room, which was currently empty, and scale the large couch to watch TV. Most of the furnishings here, aside from the restrooms and part of the kitchen, were made with the much larger Transformer girls in mind, which made you feel even smaller than your current form already was. However, having to find a comfortable spot somewhere in one of the large craters that was a butt indention was a small price to pay for enjoying the massive television.
After climbing up to the couch, you grabbed a throw pillow, laid back, and flipped on the TV. To you, the humans, and the mini-cons, the living room couch was more like a wide bed. "Man, the cushions never last that long", you whined as you scooted over to try and find a comfortable spot. You were too busy scooting around, that you failed to notice that someone else had entered the room. "Ahh. Much better", you said as you managed to find a spot on the couch that hadn't flattened out.
Just as you had managed to get comfortable, your vision was blocked out by two large, round gold objects. Looks like you weren't going to get to relax after all. All you were able to let out was an "Eep", before you were quickly smashed underneath the immense weight of the massive metalic ass.
Unfortunately, you had turned the TV up too loud for whoever was sat on you to hear your muffled cries for help. "Huh, someone left the TV on", you heard them say as they wiggled in the seat, grinding into you and crushing you even more. "Oh well. Ya snooze ya lose", she said as she sat forward and changed the channel. You soon heard the clang of a paint bucket hit the large table and you soon found out who had unintentionally made you into a seat cushion. It was Thunderblast. She always did her "makeup" while watching TV. This included a little bit of air brushing to her face, painting her nails, and applying a coat of paint to her lips (the Cybertronian girls equivalent to "lipstick"). If she was doing her makeup, that meant you were going to be underneath her for quite a while.
You soon heard the muffled screams of someone else under what was probably her other ass cheek. "Oh shut up, Lori", Thunderblast said, grinding her butt into the couch, bringing up more screams from who you guessed was Lori, and flattening you even more. "I've warned you plenty of times: Scratch my paint, and you end up underneath it. Hope you're comfy, Lori, cause you're gonna be staying on my ass for the rest of the week", she said, giving her gold painted ass a slap. This wasn't good. You had heard from Lori how awful it was to be trapped underneath a layer of paint and stuck to a part of their bodies. And given how often she makes trips to the body shop, you knew that you may be stuck to Thunderblast's booty as well. And since she didn't know you were there, you might be stuck for even longer.
Try as you might to cry out, Thunderblast simply attributed your cries for help to Lori, which were met with her mocking her little seat cushion as she did a few touch ups.
Soon, she had decided she looked good enough to head out, but not before grabbing a quick bite to eat. Grabbing her things, she stood up and headed into the kitchen.
Is she taking you with her?
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