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Beth is slowly learning how to work at Potion's R Us and her next trial is at hand. It is time to see how well she can sell the crazy potions that the store is known for to a customor. A single wrong step and things could spiral out of control. No pressure. Potion Blunders. Beth tapped her fingers on the wooden counter. “Well, this is better than working in that damn forum room.” She looked down at the crazy costume she was dressed in. “But ugh, I can’t believe I have to wear this.” Mr. Gongsel walked up to her. “You should be happy, my dear. You are one step closer to taking the reins of the store.” He laughed. “Soon, you will learn the secrets and run this branch of Potion’s R Us for yourself. It will be an honor, my dear.” “Wearing an outfit that looks like it was stolen from a children’s book?” She looked at the multi-colored outfit. “Seriously. My shoulders are green, my chest is blue and red, and my legs are purple with black, white, and

(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.) It was a normal day in Spindawn or what qualifies as a normal day for the town. “I have to ask you once again…” Jacoba grumbled as she held a seat cushion in her hand. “... Why did you turn my friend into a pillow?” “I'm sorry!” Bong-Cha cried, looking remorseful at her deed. “It was an accident I swear!” Jacoba rolled her eyes. She knew Cha was being truthful but…it was very hard not to be angry about the situation. In her hands was a black, red and white flesh-toned seat cushion. The front side had green eyes along with a derpy, toothy smile. Flipping it over, she got a good look at the cushion’s plump ass. Jacoba sighed again. “It was supposed to be a hangout day.” She grumbled. “We were supposed to have fun for once.” “I said I was sorry!” Bong-Cha cried over her friend's shoulder. “He should be back to normal tomorrow anyway, it's not that big of a deal.” There's a