2. Toon Inkwell





The girl yelped as she felt something run across her feet, causing her to drop the glass inkwell. There was a loud smash as the item hit the shop’s floor. “Wh-what was that?” The girl whimpered, looking down trying to find whatever the thing was, only to see the shattered glass and pink ink slowly oozing on the floor.



Had it been a rat? A mouse? A cockroach!? What if- however her thoughts were cut off when she noticed her boot was stepping in the pink mass. Had she stepped in it? She hadn’t really moved and the small puddle was over... the small puddle had grown! It was looking so much bigger and... deeper? The oozing mass began to slip up her leg, constricting and covering her in a gooey shin. She moaned, trying to get it off, but swiping and brushing at the ink only spread the changes to her hands. She watched as her sensible brown gloves turned white Andy bigger, her arms looking thin as the pink spread over them.



The ink had taken over her lower half. She winced as she felt the substance tug and stretch her ass, inflating it to a ridiculous jiggling mass. She felt her waist get squeezed and tightened, inhumanly thin even beyond corsets! The changes kept spreading as the ink slipped passed her chest, her modest breasts blowing up like some sort of sexdoll. She tried to fight the goo, but as it began to swirl around her head, she felt herself slipping... what was this... where was she... why... why did she have a jingle stuck in her head?



Pink Ink, Pink Ink,

Helps you not to think

Pink ink Pink ink

Gices a chance to make a link

Pink ink Pink Ink

No Proof has been linked to asphestos poisoning due to negligence



She he continued to hum the tune as the toon form took hold of her. And with that... vanished. The room became silent once more, only the pitter patter of small feet and a distant chuckling of a strange little doll...