Joan Gets Inked

Joan had changed the toner cartridge at least a dozen times before. Yet here she was struggling with it for a change. Rolling up her blouse sleeves she reached awkwardly into the machine and tried to fit the new cartridge once more.

She could see now why it didn’t click in smoothly, it didn’t fit.

Getting to her feet Joan compared the new cartridge the one she had removed to discard. It appeared oddly swollen comparatively. Remembering that she was warned that they were prone to bursting she figured that might be why. Likely the company cheaping out with knock off toner cartridges.

Sighing deeply she closed up the machine and marched back to the supply closet. She didn’t have time for this, she needed to quickly finish printing garage sale flyers before she went home.

As Joan entered the closet she gazed once more at the swollen cartridge, something didn’t feel right. She felt as if she was being watched as she examined it. “Why don’t you fit?” Joan asked aloud gazing at the shelf for another cartridge to swap its box with the dud.

Pulling the box down and opening Joan paused to see the new cartridge appeared just as swollen. “This is ridicu..” Joan coughed and began spitting. The cartridge in the box had blown up in her face, she felt her body warming everywhere it had splattered on her. As she turned trying to spit toner out of her mouth she once again felt the spray as the original cartridge she had been given also blew up on her.

Feeling like there was little else she could do she cautiously wiped her eyes clean and carefully walked to the washroom arms reached out helplessly, **** to be wiped clean.

As she got to the sinks she cautiously turned on the water and wet a paper towel to wipe her face clean. As she took in the mess that was sprayed across her she shook her head. She was somewhat grateful she had removed her office suit jacket. It would cover up most of the mess. Carefully unbuttoning the shirt she removed it delicately and began to try washing the toner from her face and arms.

Turning to look towards the mirror Joan dropped her jaw for a moment. She slowly brushed her hands across the tingling skin of her face, the years had washed away with the ink, she was reminded of her youth. Her now jet black hair accented by bright vibrant red, yellow, and blue tips. Her 19 year old face was accented by vibrant eye shadow, eye liner, and lipstick.

Joan should have been alarmed, but was to aroused by the returned youth she had so long desired. Removing her bra she cupped her breasts, delighting in the years of sag vanished from the youthened firm breasts, their sensitivity rewarding her with pleasure for her exploring them.

Hearing the door she looked over as another of her co-workers walked by looking at Joan weirdly, wondering what this woman was doing. Joan just smiled, her mind already getting muddy with new youthful adventurous ideas. Grabbing the blouse and throwing it one she delighted in its now black colour. As Joan buttoned it up she smiled at how the light played upon the black shirt, at some angles it appeared sheer showing the curves of her breasts below. Around her waist there appeared flames of red, yellow, and blue.

Smiling to herself at how she looked in the mirror she set off back to the store room, she still had a printer that needed a cartridge. She wondered if she sucked on it like a cock about to enter a tight pussy if it would help. Licking her lips she decided she'd find out.