3 Scrubs and a Squid PART TWO

Seychelles slapped her cheeks, trying to get her mind back into the game. It was rather embarrassing for her to not notice that the match already started a few seconds ago. Rather than go into the already inked floor as a squid and swim to the forefront, Seychelles took the lazy choice and decided to super jump towards Caicos’s brother’s location. Unbeknownst to her, the Cherry Kicks’ Stealth Jump ability just got nerfed pretty hard in an update three hours ago. It would be awhile before Seychelles would finish charging up for the jump.

“Ah squit,” she muttered, immediately regretting her choice of travel.

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Caicos and her brother, Turks, were side by side, mowing down the competition. Caicos zoomed in on a Dynamo Roller wielding inkling with her Kelp Splat Charger and sniped her down, causing the inkling to let out a shout and splat the area all over. Turks was covering the Splat Zone with his newly acquired Heavy Splatling. The spinning barrels, constant shooting, and strong recoil made Caicos feel like he was the squid king of the squid world. He laughed in joy, he hadn’t had this much fun in a while.

Suddenly a loud blast knocked the two off balance. Turks fell on his butt, his foot getting snagged in the tight crevice between two candy making machines. Caicos, on the other hand, got sent flying off of the stage and onto the assembly line for an unknown candy. A mysterious figure came to the dazed Turks, pointing a Range Blaster pointblank at his face. Turks shook his head and charged up his Heavy Splatling.

And this was Turks’s mistake of the match.

Unbeknownst to him, the sleeve of his Inkline brand Berry Ski Jacket was caught between the barrels of his Heavy Splatling. Turks felt something pull on his left hand. Whatever it was, it seemed to keep on pulling without stop, now grabbing his whole arm. Turks looked at his arm but instead saw a long tan rope with some shiny purple color quickly coil around the spinning gauntlets of his firearm. His arm was being stretched and gathered like thick yarn.

“WHAT THE-“

Turks couldn’t complete his sentence as his arm finally stopped stretching and his upper body, including his head, joined in on the “fun.” He felt his whole head stretch, thinning into half an inch of ropelike squidkid face. The experience was hard to describe. It was like pulling a muscle but without the sore pain. Turks could feel his head stretch and touch every other part of his stringy arm, head, and now torso. The panicked inkling instinctively let go of the trigger before his other arm got roped in as well. The barrels stopped spinning. Finally Turks could get some relief from this strange predicament. It wouldn’t last, however.

As his whole mid-section was stretched thin into rope, coiling around the splatting, the mini-gun fell onto the floor striking the trigger. Now the weight of gravity was pulling the trigger as Turks body once again continued wrapping around the spinning barrels of the children’s firearm. Turks couldn’t see what was going on as both his head was stretched long and his body was gathered in front of it. He could feel his stomach stretch several feet. Good thing he didn’t eat anything before the match. Now he felt his lower body stretch too. Oddly, it felt nice having it pulled and wrapped around. His crotch stretching and rubbing against his whole body made him blush a bit.

Turks whole body was now wrapped extremely long and thin across the Heavy Splatting. Well, almost. His foot was still snagged in the tight space between the two candy making machines. His leg was stretching really long now. Turks started to sweat, worried that his leg might snap at any moment-

*SNAP!*

Turks’s foot finally came out of his shoe and his extremely outstretched leg hurdled towards the splatling, knocking the (unintentional) torture device to its side. The device was flipped and the trigger no longer pressed against the factory’s floor, slowly stopping the spinning barrels. Turks could finally get a bearing of himself. It wasn’t pretty. His whole body was stretched into a long coiling rope around his Heavy Splatting like a kite spindle. He could feel every single part of his body touch, well, every other single part of body simultaneously. Turks didn’t know whether to cry because of his embarrassing predicament, scream mean things at his opponent who just stood there and let it happen, or blush at this slightly relaxing sensation. He then felt what were his long, ropey legs get grabbed.

The opposing inkling was unraveling Turks from the Heavy Splatting, finally getting over from the freaky event he just saw. He felt kinda guilty just standing there, watching the young inkling get turned into string squid cheese. He unraveled 13 feet worth of Turks legs before reaching the black outline of what were Turks spats.

“Man, you probably got stretched into a squidball field and a half-length worth of rope there, squido,” the older inkling remarked. Turks tried to give an annoyed reply, but it just came out as a mixture between gurgling and moaning.

Just then, the two heard a loud scream closing in towards them from overhead. The older inkling looked up and saw a twenty-something year old female inkling falling towards him; her breasts swaying madly in the air.

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Caicos was hurdling towards the edge of the stage screaming. There was no handrail so nothing was in her way from falling off the stage and automatically splatting, forcing her to respawn a few seconds later. Finally sliding off the edge, she flailed her arms and legs in the air, ready for an out of bounds splat. Instead, she felt a hard rubbery mat when she hit the ground. Was this still part of the stage?

Caicos would find out one way or another as a whistle blew and the rubbery mat began moving. The inkling immediately pieced the puzzle together. She stood up and prepared to jump off of the conveyor belt, not wanting to be turned into a kid flavored squid sweet treat.

And this was Caicos’s mistake of the match.

*Donk!*

A hanging bar splattering liquid onto the belt hit her on the noggin, knocking her out. The assembly line kept moving, carrying the drenched unconscious girl towards a bathtub sized bowl. Caicos finally awoke to the scent of sugar and a warm bath. She tried moving her arm up but the limb felt exceptionally heavy. Even turning her head was difficult. Mustering all the strength she had, she could finally see her arm.

It was melting. Her entire inkling form was melting. Sure inklings could turn into squids, solid forms of their own ink, but right now she wasn’t a squid. She was a kid. Thus her entire humanoid form melted, turning into a pastel of the colors of her clothes and skin. The addition of a foreign liquid mixed in with her greatly frightened Caicos; she could still be a life-size candy inkling if she somehow regained her form. Caicos tried screaming for help, but could only burble, gurgle, bubble, double, double, toil, and trouble.

Caicos thought to herself, “How am I still aliveeeeeeeeoooohooOHHHH-“

She and the sugary liquid were getting stirred wildly by a mixer. Caicos could feel every single part of her body go through and touch every other part of her liquid body. Having her butt touch her foot and then pass through her head felt weird. Even weirder than the first time she got splatted.

Finally the mixing stopped. For a brief moment, Caicos could feel her body settle, separated and grouped in different positions. She could swear that her head was separated into at least fifty parts, the same went for whole body. Still, Caicos couldn’t lie, feeling her privates separated and touching her whole body in a liquid state felt like sweet candy.

“Ha, candy,” Caicos said to herself, realizing the semi-crude joke she made about her own situation.

The bowl filled with creamy inkling tipped over and poured Caicos onto a 8’ x 6’ chilled tray. As her liquid body gathered up into a puddle on the tray, she could feel her boiling self finally solidify. However, she wasn’t forming back into a young, slightly “asset” endowed, female inkling, but instead a flat tarp with some indentations for her flattened features. She wasn’t fully solidified yet; she had the viscosity of mud or wet clay. At least her body parts were reforming in the correct locations in accordance with her flattened state. Wouldn’t want her special place be coming out of her armpit.

Caicos felt another ingredient get poured into her. For some reason, she got angry, as if she lost a game or ragequitted from a losing match. She didn’t know why she felt salty. The process of being melted, stirred, poured, and chilled, as much as she would hate to admit, felt amazing if not extraordinarily scary. Opening her flat eyes, she could tell what was being poured into her: actual salt. That explains the salty attitude. At the same time, she heard a loud scream coming from back over on the stage. Caicos could see a jellyfish person, who was not screaming, attending the controls for the whole candy making machine.

“Mister jellyfish! Over here! MISTER JELLYFISH!” The whole machine was too loud for the blue translucent factory worker to hear the pleading squidkid.

Suddenly a pair of metal pinchers grabbed the mat like inkling, grabbing Caicos’s four corners, her left and right sides, head, and vulva (She moaned a bit when her flat vulva got pinched). The pinchers carried her flat, drooping body, taking the girl into a four pronged machine. The pinchers stretched her vertically, wrapping Caicos around the prongs. She realized what the candy she’s becoming is.

“Is this a… taffy puller? Am I turning into salt water taffy? I’m not going to tear, am ayyYYYYYYYYEE-“ Caicos’s thoughts were once again rudely interrupted as her wrapped body started moving.

Caicos’s body was stretching and folding into itself like actual taffy. Her flat, stretched head folded into her thin, pulled crotch and then her flat, pulled legs wrapped into her thin, squished back. This process continued repeatedly as the taffy puller folded and wrapped Caicos’s body into and out of itself. She let out a loud moan that shook the area. If she wasn’t letting loose back as a melted inkling soup, she was now.

The jellyfish worker finally heard Caicos from over the taffy puller. Seeing the colors of clothes and skin, he realized that another person got stuck in the machine. Only this time it was non-factory worker. Fearing lawsuit, the jellyfish ran over to the taffy puller and smashed the emergency stop button. The candy machine slowed down and finally stopped. Caicos felt herself stop folding and smiled. This experience wasn’t too bad.

“Oh no! Are you of the ok miss?” The jellyfish said in broken squidese.

“I… I’m f-fine.” Caicos stuttered, shaking with pleasure. “Could you… could you start the machine again?”

“Next step of taffy is the slicing and cutting into of wrapped taffy of pieces!” said worker of Moon Jelly Candy Factory, surprised of Caicos’s want of “pain” being more, yes?

“I might be okay,” Caicos joked, actually fearing being diced and sliced into candy for others to eat. She knew the jellyfish wouldn’t actually start the machine again.

Suddenly, the two heard a loud eruption. Just after the sound came a downpour of blue-green liquid.

“Is this candy?” asked Caicos.

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"HOW MUCH WERE MY SHOES NERFED!?" Seychelles thought to herself, now waiting a full thirty something seconds to super jump over to Turks's location. Finally after much waiting, she blasted off into the air.

"Man, I need to change my gear after the match," she thought to herself. "I wonder how the rest of the team is doing."

Seychelles got one answer as she passed over Pitcairn. She saw her teammate on his back with an opponent inkling standing on top of his strangely swollen stomach. Although Seychelles got a short glimpse, she could've sworn that Pitcairn had a splatling partially shoved into his mouth.

“Huh?”

Nearing the end of her super jump’s arch, Seychelles could not stop thinking about what she saw. Seeing a teammate like that is… kind of funny. Giggling to herself, Seychelles wondered if her team was ahead in the match. As she speed downward, her once tight helmet came loose and flew off her head. Seychelles turned around, hoping to grab her lucky helmet back in time.

And this was Seychelles’s mistake of the match.

She missed, turning her attention back to the ground. She was heading face first into an opponent. Unable to lift her legs up for a safe landing, the oldest member of her team could only reach her hands out and scream. The other inkling heard her screams and looked up. For half a second, the two saw each other’s faces and then…

*SLAM*

Although her vision went dark, Seychelles could feel herself rolling like a log. The rolling slowed down and her head fell onto the floor. Seychelles tried lifting herself up, moving her legs, and turning her head. She couldn’t move an inch. She tried shouting for help but could only make “Mmphs!” and “Mmrfs!” She then heard and felt a voice that wasn’t her own. Coming from below her face was another set of grunts and moans.

It was the other inkling. The two were smashed together into a 3-inch squidkid disc sandwich. Though they couldn’t see each other, the two team captains could feel their flattened forms touching each other. Their lips were locked in a tight kiss; their faces held tight. Only their bottom halves showed. Everything below the waist was seeable. Well, at least for Seychelles since her pancaked body was on top of the boy. Seychelles shuddered as a cool breeze blew against her flattened rear and crotch. Her spread out spats were thinned, her vulva slightly pressing against them.

On the literal flipside, the boy Seychelles flattened felt the shuddering disc girl on top of his own flapjack form. As Seychelles shuddered, the other inkling could feel his lips being moved against and pressed. Is this what a kiss felt like? Pretty weird his first kiss was like this.

The cold steel floor against his thin spats and flattened crotch made him shiver, sending a vibration up to Seychelles that passed back and forth. The boy did his best to withhold a relaxed “Nyesh” while Seychelles did her damnedest to stop a loving “Woomy.” The two slowly started to enjoy their situation, thinking the other person of this inkling sandwich was mad as squid hell at this. It would be embarrassing to let their pleasure known.

The fourth and final member of the other team came running by, holding onto the scrubbiest of all weapons known to Inkling kind: an Aereospray RG. As she ran over to ink the splatzone and finally turn the tide of the match towards her team’s favor, she stepped in something squishy. Seychelles and the other pancake felt their genitals steeped on, giving a moan in unison. Curious, the scrubkid looked down at her feet and saw the bizarre looking disc. She stepped on the circular flat object again, perplexed by the black thingamajig. The two gave another moan. The inkling took an educated guess of what she discovered.

“Woah! Do they make giant candy wafer squeak toys here?” she thought to herself as she peeled the object off of the floor. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Despite what her parents said about eating food from the ground, she took a sniff of the inkling boy’s side of the disc.

“Phew.”

Despite what her parents said about eating food from the ground that gives a musky smell, she licked the center of her teammate’s cock, her tongue gliding over the inkling’s flattened squished bulge. He gave a loud muffled moan, shaking his and Seychelles’s thin form. Seychelles could feel her opponent’s face warm up as it blushed, their lips involuntarily kissing further.

“Oh gross! It tastes like salt!” said the dumb inkling, unaware of her captain’s plight. Not sure of what to do with the disgusting candy, the scrubkid threw the disc off of the stage. Seychelles’s and her fellow pancake spun in the air, flying towards another machine in the factory. Hopefully they would land where someone could see them.

*Slap!*

The two finally landed as Seychelles felt a hefty smack against her flat rear. Now Seychelles was on the bottom with the other inkling on top. The two were left there motionless, wondering how they would get back to normal and whether the other person they were squished against would be blamed for their predicament. Seychelles thought to herself, “I really, REALLY hope this guy forgives me.” However, the male inkling was more worried about her wellbeing. “I really, REALLY hope this girl is okay!” As the two thought of each other, the ground beneath them started to move. Although they felt themselves being transported again, the smooching inklings couldn’t see where they were heading.

*Squish!*

The living discs were pushed through a roller. Seychelles and the other inkling felt their bodies compact even more, their kissing increasing in pressure. As they passed through additional rollers, their bodies pressed against each other even harder. The two inklings were in a whirlwind of pleasure as their bodies squished and rubbed against the other further on. Soon the 3-inch double squidkid disc was flattened into a paper thin mat. Seychelles and her opponent were still holding onto consciousness; the two would have already climaxed on each other if their bodies weren’t so flat.

As the conveyor belt kept moving, the area became warmer, toastier, boiling hot! Seychelles and her fellow paper friend began bubbling. The popping sensation coming from all over their bodies tickled the two. Seychelles started worry, “Are we gonna melt into each other?! I haven’t even asked him on a date!” The other inkling thought something a bit more ridiculous. “Are we going to form into a single being like those stories I read at night?” Instead of melting together, something a bit more fascinating occurred.

The boy inkling started to peel off of Seychelles’s flattened face. Strangely, he didn’t feel any outside force tugging on him. As his lips departed from Seychelles’s embrace, he could finally see her lovely blushing face. “She’s kinda cute,” he thought. Seychelles thought a similar thing, except hers was synonymous with how the room felt. “He’s hotter than that lazy scrub Pitcairn!”

Suddenly, Seychelles’s entire boiling mat of a body started inflating. Unless his eyes were deceiving him, the girl was blowing up into a giant inkling bubble. Then, it dawned on him. “We’re becoming balloons?!” The inkling captain could feel his whole body fill with air, his limbs still flattened against his side. The two giant inkling bubbles floated towards the ceiling of the blazing hot room. As they were about to bump their ball-like bodies against each other at the top, a hatch opened up.

A loud, windy noise filled the room. The hatch was sucking them in! Seychelles and her opponent were forced through the vacuuming opening at the same time, causing their bubble bodies to compress and compact into each other. Tighter and closer the girl and boy became yet again as the pipe shrunk down in size. In a short moment, Seychelles and her new “friend” felt their bodies coil around each other. The two became an intertwined inkling rope, their heads, arms, torsos, and legs wrapping each other in a hugging embrace; their lips circling around the other.

As the two entered yet another involuntarily blissful kiss, their long thin bodies came squeezing out of an opening. The inkling’s heads plopped out onto a surface as the rest of their meshed bodies came pouring out, piling on top of itself like a thick, sentient noodle. At this point of their adventure, Seychelles and her squishing buddy figured they weren’t done yet. The two thought of differing scenarios in their minds. Seychelles believed another roller would come by and flatten them again. The other guy thought they were going to be actually melted this time, their form finally becoming one. Not that he didn’t mind anymore.

Neither of them guessed correctly as two giant pinchers grabbed both ends of their rope-like bodies. Seychelles was quick to realize that they might be stretched into an even thinner, longer string. A wave of troubling thoughts came cascading into her mind, “Will I snap and break? Are I going to stay like this forever?! Will I ever get to see my parents again!?” Tears formed on her stretched face; her body quivering in fear of what would happen next. The other inkling felt her tears against his own face and the shaking motion of her body. With all of his might and the best of his abilities, he said to her:

“D-don’t- NGH! Don’t c-cry. W-well be- GRK! We’ll b-be okay.”

Seychelles could hear him, his moving mouth rubbing against her lips. She felt peace. The boy she shared a fate with calmed her down. Seychelles felt comfort in knowing that she wasn’t alone in whatever this absolutely bizarre situation was. As their bodies stretched thinner and tighter, Seychalles managed to mutter out, “Thank y-you. T-thank y-y-you so much, s-sir.”

The boy and the girl’s consciousness slowly started to wane, the pinchers stretching the inklings into thirty-five yards of squidkid string. Suddenly, a loud eruption shook the entire factory. The two were still conscious enough to feel the aftershock, their now hair-thin bodies shaking from the vibration. Then, it began raining blue-green ink. The ink seeped into the pincher machines’ circuitry, frying it and releasing the extraordinarily long inklings onto the factory floor. Seychelles and the boy were finally free. The two thought of what would become of them as they slowly faded into a restful sleep, still stringed together.

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