More like backfire

Tiffany was holding a novelty oversized pen. She was holding it pointing the writing end towards them, back and forth between them. Leanne took a step forward and Tiffany pressed down the button on the top. On a normal pen that would just push the ink down so you can use it, but this was not a normal pen. It suddenly exploded and an impossibly large mass of black ink sprayed out of the pen. It moved in slow motion, rising into the air around Tiffany and spreading out, then it defied physics again and starting raining down on Tiffany.

The ink seemed to dissolve clothes, where she was wearing them, and stick to her skin wherever it touched. Soon it was over and Tiffany was covered in black in from her toes up to her neck, with a noticeable gap around her breasts. "What the fuck?" She screamed. Suddenly a mass of black extended from her neck up to her mouth and formed a large ball, gagging her. She started tugging at it trying to remove it and then Pete watched as her fingers melded together. She didn't give up, she kept struggling trying to remove the ink and then her arms clamped down across her stomach and the ink flowed until it looked like she was wearing a straightjacket.

"Tiffany stop struggling!" Pete warned. Pete cautiously approached and tried examining her. The ink now looked more like latex. He didn't see any way of removing it at all. His only theory is that it was punishing her, the gag for swearing, and the straightjacket for trying to remove it, "I think if you try to relax it might release you. I mean, the gag and your arms, not entirely."

Tiffany glared at him, but it was clear she was trying to do as he asked. She started taking deep breaths and then closed her eyes. After a few minutes the latex retreated from her mouth, but her arms remained trapped for now. "Oh this is bad..." Tiffany said softly.

Pete nodded, "I'm sorry I have no idea how to fix this, maybe Kelly..."

"Kelly won't help," Leanne interjected, "Not unless there is something in it for her."

Wait, the app. Maybe there was a way he could get Kelly to help, "Ya. Well I gotta try. We can't leave her like this." Pete said.

"You do what you want, I'm going to go cure myself. See ya." Leanne ran out of the house before they could stop her.

Pete looked at Tiffany, "I'll go see if Kelly knows. Are you ok staying here?"

Tiffany nodded, "I don't think I have much choice. Thanks for helping me, I'm sorry...I guess I could have really messed things up for you too."

Pete just nodded and hurried out of the house. Once he was far enough away he opened his phone, time to check the app.