Seychelles awoke to the scent of oranges. Rubbing her eyes, she found herself tucked into a bed in a clean white room. At her bedside was a table with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of Squid-o’s. Trying to remember what happened earlier, a voice called out to her.

“Morning there sleepyhead.”

At the doorway was a tall inkling boy, wearing a hospital grown and white slippers. Seychelles was reminded of someone she knew upon looking at him. A flood of memories came rushing back. She remembered the tram ride to Moon Jelly Sweets Emporium, the long wait it took for her to super jump, and the hilarious sight of her teammate inkflating. Most importantly, Seychelles remembered crashing into the other team’s captain:  going on an adventure that squished, stretched, and tightened the two into a kissing embrace. Seychelles face immediately turned red.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so, SO sorry about crashing into you and… and doing that stuff! I’m not apervertIswear! Igotdistractedbymyteammateandmyhel-“

The standing inkling chuckled. “It’s not your fault. I’ve messed up my share of super jumps.”

Seychelles responded, “Did your super jumps end up forcing a smooch onto someone, flattening yourself and the other person, and then getting smashed and twisted some more?”

The relatively calm boy said, “No. Well actually, my parents said they met each other after a similar incident involving cotton candy.” He walked over to Seychelles’s bedside, sitting down on a wooden chair. Seychelles blushed a bit more, her eyes avoiding his. “What happened is that my dad was serving cotton candy at a college fair when he was nineteen years old. His arm got caught in the machine as he was braiding the sugar floss. My soon-to-be mom grabbed on to him, hoping to save him. They both fell into the machine, swirling around together until they became inkling cotton candy. I don’t remember how they got back normal, but they soon got…”

As the inkling recalled his parents’ candy accident, Seychelles thought about the match she missed. Were her teammates able to win without her? Seychelles pondered if this boy knew.

"And how could I forget the time I saw my mom get flattened into goo that covered half a parking lot? Oh man, I was crying for-"

"Um." Seychelles interrupted the inkling's family history of being brutally shape changed. "Who won the match?" Finding her statement a bit out the blue, the inkling took a second to process Seychelles's question.

"Ah! Ah. Um. The match was canceled." The inkling was preparing himself for the next question.

"CANCELED!?" Seychelles's competitive attitude burst out. "We were the only ones who got... 'sidelined.' The match could've still continued with 3 against 3!" Seychelles thought about seeing Pitcairn's bloated body. She guessed a blob could still play in the game.

The inkling leaned back on the chair, his arms folding.

"Well..."

---

Pitcairn was lying in his bed, taking some medication for his headache. Three days ago, his entire body had been inflated with ink. He had been flattened from the head down, his cock expanding into a towering behemoth. He remembered having the most intense orgasm ever in his life. Pitcairn wondered if actual sex would come close to that feeling. He reached for his willy, feeling the sexual urges coming back.

-

In order for the nineteen year-old inkling to be restored, he had to be rolled up and transported to another location in the factory. The workers unrolled his flattened body and brought in an air valve. With a hose in his mouth, Pitcarin was ready to become ballooned again, except this time filling up with air instead of ink. His body was expanding to an even greater size than the inkflation, with his wiener growing along with him this time.

Pitcairn reached an even larger size. Instead of an eleven foot blob, he was a twenty-foot balloon boy. Even his dick got bigger, now a sixteen foot long destroyer of worlds that was almost as wide as he was. Pitcairn moaned through the hose as air went down his gullet. Once he started to creak, the workers took the hose out of his mouth. "Huh," he thought to himself, "now what?"

Large multiple cylinders came from the ceiling. Pitcairn could see them edging towards him. "Aw squit, again?!" As he braced to get pancaked again, he felt something rub against his balloon of a cock. Pitcairn let out a moan. Now he started panting. More cylinders began rubbing his willy, intensifying in speed as they rolled up and down. "That's how they're gonna do it?! They're gonna jack me auUUFFFFF-"

The balloon boy let out a shout and started to climax. No ink or man juice came out, just a windstorm. Without any restraints or tethers holding him down, Pitcairn rocketed around the large room. His mind went blank as his climax lasted for several seconds. As he deflated, his body returned to its usual dimensions. The balling inkling skidded his butt across the floor as he finished, knocking boxes out of the way. Finally empty, Pitcairn lie stark naked on the floor trying to get his heavy breathing back in check. He slowly sat up, looking at his arms and leg. They were normal, except…

-

Pitcairn started rubbing his hard cock as he remembered this rather life-changing ordeal. He would do anything to be flattened, inflated, and rubbed again. He imagined the two inklings who messed with him, teasing and squeezing his bulbous body. If he ever met them again, he would-

*Ding dong!*

The doorbell rang. Pitcairn put his clothes back on, tucking his manhood beneath his shorts and t-shirt. He ran out of his room and towards the front door, trying his best to keep his balance with his new “weight.”

“Hello-“

The two inklings who caused him so much embarrassment were standing in front of them. They were looking towards the ground and shuffling their feet.

“Oh, uh. Do you need something?” Pitcairn inquired as held onto the doorknob, prepared to close the door at a moment's notice.

“We just wanted to ‘sorry,’” the inkling wearing shades meekly said as she stared at the ground, unable to look at the face of the person she hurt.

Her friend looked up and said, “Yeah, what we did three days ago was, wa… wawawa.”

Bewildered at what she was saying, the shade wearing inkling looked up and saw something big, long, and hard pressed against Pitcairn’s body, starting just below the waistline and reaching up to his neck.

It was Pitcairn’s penis. Despite returning to an almost normal inkling, his dick was a foot and a half long. Pitcairn looked down his chest, realizing that his clothes were being pushed against by his throbbing cock. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been masturbating earlier. Pitcairn tried thinking of something to cool the situation. Maybe he should say something.

“Want to come on- I mean in?”

The girls tackled the Pitcairn, slamming him onto the ground. The three were going have one long squid hell of a night.

---

“Caicos! Mom says it’s your turn to clean the gutters!”

Turks was shouting at his sister’s room from the foyer.

“Caicos!?” Still no response.

“Whatever. If you want Mom getting up in your grill, then fine by me!”

Turks went to the kitchen to partake in a pile of candy the factory supplied her sister with as an apology for almost being turned into candy herself. As he unwrapped a piece of salt water taffy, Turks saw his family's largest cooking pot on the stove, capable of making a soup to feed almost 10 people. Moving closer to the pot, he felt some intense heat coming from the stovetop. Wondering what his mother was cooking, he opened the lid expecting boiled crab legs. Instead, he saw a bubbling stew with a face giving an incredibly lewd expression.

“CAICOS! AGAIN!?” Turks shouted out, becoming irritated by his sisters insistence on turning into inky soup.

“It’s for a science experiment, I swear,” the melted inkling slyly slurred, knowing she can do this as many times as wants thanks to a gift the factory supplied the two.

-

Caicos’s putty body and Turks’s sixty feet long, thin body were carried into separate containers. The inside temperature rose as the two sat in big piles of themselves, Turks resembling a bowl of squid kid spaghetti and Caicos looking like a big sheet of, well, herself. Caicos gave a big smile. She had an idea what was going on. Turks was freaking out, shouting and yelling. After a minute, Turks and Caicos felt their elongated forms melt.

“Mmmmm…” smiled Caicos.

“Oh geez! Oh geez! Oh geez!” exclaimed Turks, his speech slowly bubbling.

The siblings finally melted into liquid inklings. Turks was confused as to why he wasn’t just merely ink. Caicos just rested, relaxing in her own bath of herself. A hole opened from beneath each container, sending the liquid inklings through a tube into another set. Caicos was moaning: being drained felt unusually comfortable. Turks was screaming through the tube: being drained felt unusually weird.

Now in the second set of containers, the walls holding the individuals began to chill. Turks and Caicos felt their bodies and clothes solidify. Ten minutes later, the containers opened, revealing the remolded inklings. Caicos stepped out, stretching her arms and legs. Something felt off, though. Her chest was flatter, her shoulders and torso more broad. Turks stepped out, trying to keep his balance. Turks felt himself up after that strange experience, and then upon looking down suddenly went bug-eyed when he saw something the average boy his age would kill to touch.

“I HAVE BREASTS?!”

Turks body was more ladylike. His chest had orbs, his waist was thin, and his hips had a nice thickness with a bubble butt. Turks immediately grabbed his spats, looking down at his crotch. It was still there. He didn’t know whether to faint. Was he a chick with a dick or a boy that has a nice pair of tits?

“Aw, don’t worry bro,” Caicos said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure we just need to switch containers next time."

“Next time?”

Turks was too stunned to respond. The fact that they had each other’s figures put him into a daze. Caicos was excited to go through the machine again. Melting, draining, and solidifying were her favorite things now. It made her feel alive! Caicos grabbed her girly brother by the hip and ran back to the upper containers. She was going to have some more fun, much to Turks’s chagrin.

-

“I still can’t believe they gave us life-sized molding kits,” said Turks, carrying the Caicos filled pot to the garage. He looked down at his chest, happy that it was flat.

“You know you enjoyed it,” Caicos said, ready to be reformed for the fifth time already.

Turks entered their garage, settling the Sister Soup on a workbench. He began to push the buttons that operated the molding machine. Before he pressed the “Open” button, he saw the lights “In Use” were on. A tad frightened, Turks went up to the machine and gave a knock.

“Mmrmph, five more minutes,” came out a familiar voice.

Turks gasped. “MOM?!”

---

“So my whole team got janked up?” Seychelles rested her head against the pillow. What sorta messed up karma followed them?

“Yeah, but everything came out alright in the end,” the inkling boy said as a nurse walked by, staring at his gown's opening. The nurse, sneaking a look in at Cayman's butt, thought 'How cute!'

“Except for Pitcairn,” said Seychelles, blushing at the thought of his world-record dick. The boy inkling merely gave an “mm-hm.”

Seychelles still had one question unanswered. “How did we get back to normal?” Her face turned red again with embarrassment, thinking lewd thoughts. “D-did we m-melt like Turks a-and Caicos” she stuttered out.

“No,” responded the boy inkling. “Our bodies were strung together way too tight. They couldn’t safely separate us with any tools.” He blushed a little as well. “If they melted us, there was a chance we would combine into, uh, one.”

Seychelles got a little dizzy at the statement. She was glad she narrowly avoided having the rest of her life as two people in one. Her consciousness could’ve disappeared. Maybe. Probably.

“We had to wait it out,” the inkling boy said. “Still, three days is relatively quick. Well, that’s what my dad says anyways.”

“Three days?!” Seychelles was astonished at how long it took, lying her head back down on her pillow. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nothing of importance.”

-

Seychelles and the boy’s long wrapped thin bodies were placed on top of a mat. They looked like someone left a lilac-yellow striped candy-cane on the ground. As the hours passed, their forms slowly unraveled. By the second day, the two were finally separated but their bodies were still exceptionally long. On the night of the second day, the boy opened his eyes. Seychelles peaceful sleeping face was inches away from his. Though he was no longer twisted around her body, the two were still in a deep hug. The boy gave a blush and removed himself from the girl’s grasp. Standing at a lanky eight feet tall and wobbling just from trying to stand, the boy looked down at Seychelles equally overstretched body.

“Cute.” He thought to himself.

The boy lied back on the mat, setting his body next to hers.

-

“Your parents are of being here at this location,” said a jellyfish doctor. Why can’t they be of speaking clear Inklingese?

“Whose?” Seychelles inquired. The doctor seemed to not have heard them as he was already walking away.

Seychelles had some difficulty getting out of bed. The boy went up to her and offered assistance.

“Let me help you,” he said calmly, placing Seychelles’s right arm around his shoulders. Seychelles kept blushing, they were touching again.

“So what is your name? We kissed and I haven’t even gotten your name yet,” the boy said, teasing the girl.

“Seychelles. Yours?”

“Cayman.”

Cayman. What a nice name. He seemed so cool. How amazing it was that he was able to handle that whole ordeal. There wasn’t a single ounce of rage in his body angry at her. Seychelles remembered the comforting words he said when they were stretched at his limit. And his age! Despite looking as old as her, he was still participating in Turf Wars! Despite just meeting this boy, no, man, Seychelles felt a closeness to him.

“So, um, do you wanna, like, go hang out sometime?” Seychelles wanted to be in touch with this mature inkling.

“You mean like a date?”

Seychelles squealed under her breath. “S-sure!”

So the two were dating it seemed. Girlfriend and boyfriend. Weird how the past few days turned out.

“I still can’t believe that your teammate cumming himself saved our lives,” Cayman said with a tone of disbelief.

“Say what now?”

---

Deep down in Octo Valley, home to the nefarious Octarians, a whole slew of Octolings gathered in front of a TV. In their squad leader’s hand was a VHS tape.

“Are y’all ready for Movie Night!?” The Octolings cheered as their leader inserted the tape into the VHS player. “Tonight’s viewing is a security tape brought to you by a candy factory that had to pay off a few lawsuits from angry parents. Those with weak constitutions should leave the room.” Two Octolings left the room. “Alright! LET’S PLAY THIS SUCKER!”

The Octolings were bawling with laughter as they saw Pitcairn’s gut expand; his body turning into a giant Burst Bomb. When an inkling went over his form with the Dynamo Roller, the crowd grew silent as they watched his manhood expand. One of the Octolings in the crowd shouted “Holy shit!” Once Pitcairn’s ginormous dick ejaculated, some of the girls gave moans. One even made a loud yelp.

“I know some of you couldn’t help yourself, SHOALS!” The leader gave a stern look at the Octoling. The girl was blushing.

The Octolings continued laughing at Turks’s stretching body. As he coiled around the spatling, some of the Octolings had snot coming out their noses. This was all too much. Caicos’s part came up and the octopus girls continued their jubilee. Seeing the inkling melt gave a few of them some ideas for tonight.

The Octolings stopped laughing when Seychelles landed on Cayman. They became quite engrossed in seeing the two kiss as they were flattened, inflated, and stretched. When Cayman told Seychelles not to worry about what would happen next, a few of the audience members began crying. Once the pincers released the two, they all cheered for the two stringed inklings. One Octoling stopped her cheering, remembering that those squidkids are their damn, dirty enemies.

As the audience of young Octolings left the room, the squad leader said to Shoals, “I wish I had a boyfriend.”