SCUZZ

<img src = "https://i.imgur.com/JMEhE7g.png"> (align:"<==")+(box:"=XX=")[(text-colour:red)[(text-style:"tall","rumble")[[PLAY]] ] (text-colour:orange)[[CREDITS]] (text-colour:orange)[[CONTENT WARNINGS]]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =|= AUTUMN IS A VERY SPECIAL TIME. A time for change. A time for monsters. Today, HALLOWEEN, especially. The crispness of the air and the texture of the dead leaves underfoot give the world a certain ambient texture. Here in this transitional space between seasons, a residue coats the veil - one rich with the scent of rot and the joy of things ahead, thick with pulp and a fine layer of SCUZZ to get caught between your teeth. Speaking of teeth, their natural predator: candy! That's why you're here today, right? You might not have known it, but it is. Of course it is. Here, at the foot of this strange sunken mannor with no doors or windows, the one that appeared in your neighborhood a few hours back in its own little cul-de-sac that wasn't there before. It sits exactly as it was when you noticed it. This massive lumbering thing straight out of an old Hannah Barbera cel, surrounded on all sides with styrofoam graves and hanging plastic skeletons. Cardboard signs along the path to the house exclaim "GOOD FUN ADULT CANDY 'SNACK'S' NOT FOR BABY" and "TAKE ONE ONLY OR I EAT YOU" in sharpie. There's a massive bowl at the top of the stairs where the front door would be, a great cauldron of a thing shaped like a grinning jack o lantern. And there, inside the bowl, is a veritable treasure trove of candy. It's right there. You've been watching all night and not a single person has even looked at it once. ... Well. Nobody's going to make you. [[Approach CANDY BOWL]] [[ Do NOT THAT]] =|= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/5XaRQ6n.png"> |==|

Art and non-ending-writing by ifeelodd Endings by - (text-colour:yellow)[(b4r:"ridge","groove","groove")+(b4r-colour:orange)[ (text-style:"buoy")[ * UnsavoryRepute - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/unsavoryrepute/ * Duhad - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/duhad * ifeelodd - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ifeelodd * vampire ferret - https://bsky.app/profile/vampire-ferret.bsky.social * BunnyPen - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnypen/ * Rykela - https://www.weasyl.com/~rykela * Pkhtjim - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/pkhtjim/ * CharlieGm - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ebikiyo * Occamsword - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/occamssword * nonsequitur - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nonsequitur/ ] ]]

CWs for (text-colour:red)[ (text-style:"buoy")[(b4r:"groove")+(b4r-colour:orange)[explicit sex and sexuality degredation horny furries both anthro and quadrepedal light vore/consumption elements identity death/severe mental changes body horror foot/paw stuff memory/inteligence loss ]]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= (text-style:,"tall","rumble")[Damn,] what a selection! You don't really recognize any of these brands, but isn't that part of the fun? Go on, take one. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/UwjzLBw.png"> (text-style:"expand","flat","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[I won't bite. ]] [[Take The BLOOZE TOOB]] [[Take The SCARLET HARD CANDY]] [[Take The GREY JAWBREAKER]] [[Take The GREEN JAWBREAKER]] [[Take The WHITE JAWBREAKER]] [[Take The GIANT CANDYCORN]] [[Take The EEVOLUTION GUMMY]] [[Take The BITCH LOZENGE]] [[Take The BOG ROCKS]] [[Take The DOG TREAT]] [[Take The JELLY BEAN]] [[Take The CHOCOLATE EGG]] [[Take The MARSHMELLOW RABBIT]] [[Take The GUMMY WORM]] [[Take the PANDA TOOTSIE ROLL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You don't take a candy............ it's ok.... i understand................. it's not like we alll.... worked hard on this.... or anything..... i'll just let you go...... .....home now.... ...... .... :{ .... [[Approach CANDY BOWL]] [[no.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/73Ad3qr.png"> [[SCUZZ->SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src= "https://i.imgur.com/1k5VP8H.png"> Colorful pastel wrapping... is this EASTER candy?! (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by Duhad) ]] [[Take It->the egg]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/w65iZbc.png"> Seems like it'd taste a little chalky... (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by Duhad) ]] [[Take It->the rock]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You take a large, chocolate egg from the bowl and unwrap it. Under the colorful wrapper the milk chocolate egg has no markings or logos to indicate its manufacturer and no seams or flaws to show where it was molded. It also feels heavy and for a moment you consider it might be solid chocolate all the way through, however when you take a bite, gooey, yellow caramel spills down your chin and floods over your tongue, filling your mouth with a rich, sweet treat. You lap at the sugary goo, rubbing your chin with your free hand to try and stop the flow of caramel onto your chest, but even as you do so, you begin to feel hot and a little bloated. Still, the caramel continues to flow out of the broken egg and you cannot help yourself, but continue to greedily drink from the overflowing candy. Your belly begins to plump, your shirt unable to cover your gut as it starts to grow, pushing your pants down as your zipper strains to keep its teeth closed. Around your swelling gut, soft tufts of white fur begin to sprout, the fur spreading faster and further the more you desperately lick at the egg, your tongue now having to work around your increasingly prominent front teeth. You tilt the egg back, trying to just pour the last of its contents down your throat, but all you manage to accomplish is send the seemingly endless wave of caramel splashing over your face, matting your white fur and filling your pink nose with the smell of sugar. At the same time, your belly finally breaks free from your pants, breaking your zipper and swelling round, firm and furry. The weight of your enlarged belly sends you toppling backwards and at last, the egg slips from your paws and drops into your open mouth, flooding it, but at least giving you a chance to bite down and put an end to the eggs' mischief! For several long seconds, all you can do is chew and swallow, but finally, at long last, the egg is gone and you're able to whip some of the sticky mess from your face and take stock of your changes. You appear to somehow have transformed into a large, incredibly fluffy and extremely round white rabbit girl, complete with a set of long, soft paws, a twitchy pink nose and a belly so round and full you’d think you were pregnant if that wasn’t impossible… Then you feel something inside of you move and you realize that ‘impossible’ has long since stopped being a barrier to your condition… With a squeaking cry you grab your belly with your paws, trying to will whatever is growing inside of you to stay put, but it’s already moving, sliding down some internal passage towards an opening you do your very best to keep shut. No use. Your body clenches, but something large, smooth and with a soft tip is pushing out between your lower lips, spreading you wider and wider till you have no choice, but to spread your legs and push to get it out! The massive thing stretches you to what feels like your breaking point, then with a wet plop, it’s free and rolling between your feet. You look up, trying to catch sight of it, but your belly is still so large and… you feel another one moving into place! You know better than to try and fight it this time and just lay back, hoping it will be faster and easier than the last. [[It isn’t. ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You squeeze and push, squeak and whimper, but this second thing inside of you seems larger than the last and it takes everything you have to finally push it out, inch by inch. This time at least, you get a glimpse of it though, a round, chocolate brown egg dripping with what looks and smells like a thin glaze of caramel. Then the next egg comes and it's even bigger than the last. Time loses meaning, minutes feeling like hours and hours passing as slowly as days. All you can do to keep track of the time is to count the eggs, but as each one gets larger and larger, even that slowly becomes difficult to keep track of as more and more of your energy is focused solely on the laying. Eventually, somewhere far away, the clock strikes midnight and one massive, final egg squeezes out of you, its size so large that by the time it pops free, it practically towers over your exhausted body. You survived… you made it to the end of the day… your belly isn’t any smaller, but at least the massive eggs have stopped pushing out of you… You slowly push yourself to your knees and try to look around. Your massive eggs ruined your clothes, but with your fur, you might be able to sneak out without being arrested for public indecency… As you think of what to do, you almost miss the faint pop, as a tiny chocolate egg drops to the floor between your legs. You look down at it, having hardly felt the thing after so many titanic eggs… then a second, slightly larger egg drops out to join it. The new day has started and the clock has been reset, but by midnight, if you haven’t found a safe place to lay, you’ll be in trouble when the BIG eggs start coming again. At the very least, come Easter, you’ll be well prepared for when the Easter Bunny comes to collect his latest doe… <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/nKFbJpi.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You pull a hefty ball of hard candy from the bowl, a classic jawbreaker, and pop it into your mouth. The solid mass is sweet and rolls around your mouth, clicking against your teeth as you begin to suck on it, enjoying the slow release of sugar as you work at the treat. You feel oddly warm, a little tingly and reach down to adjust yourself, feeling a growing heat between your legs as you do so. Something is getting stiff in your pants, tenting your underwear as you awkwardly start to fumble with your belt, trying to get some relief for your increasingly throbbing crotch. Finally, with a tug, you get your pants down and with another yank, your underwear is pulled away, letting a massive, rock hard cock bounce free, it’s tip already dripping with pre. You gasp as the air blows across it and causes a tiny spurt of cum to fly from its tip. Nervously you move to try and deal with the erection, but even as you do so, you feel a new strain and have to quickly pull up your shirt to avoid a pair of large and swelling breasts from shredding your shirt! You let out a tiny, pained moan as you tentatively touch your tits, the skin around your stiff nipples sending tiny jolts of electric pleasure shooting down your spine and sending your cock throbbing and spurting! Confused, horny and dripping, you look about, forgetting for a moment the jawbreaker still slowly dissolving in your mouth. You could try and find help, your friends are no doubt around somewhere nearby and they could maybe get you to a hospital or at least back home… but what would they say if they saw you walking around, half naked with a massive, erect cock and a set of big, jiggly tits!? You could try to… deal with the erection at least and maybe even soothe some of the aching feelings, but are you really just going to jerk yourself off out here? What if someone saw you? What would they say? What could YOU? You feel stiff… slow, it's getting hard to think straight with this distracting fog of horniness floating about you… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just… cum real fast and then at least cover yourself up as much as you can and look for help? You slowly reach for your cock with one hand and one of your soft tits with the other, hesitating every inch of the way, feeling shame and desire warring within you, dragging out the moment longer and longer till… [[You freeze.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Your body stiffens and you find that, with your hand mere inches from your cock and with your other hand’s fingers just touching the tip of one nipple, you lock up. You try and fight back whatever mental block is holding you back, just get the dirty deed over with, but you can’t! Your ACTUALLY just stuck now! You watch as from the tips of your fingers, gray stone spreads up your hands, across your arms and over your shoulders! You can do nothing to stop the spread as it crests your huge breasts, freezing them in place, but doing nothing to stop their aching need. Then the stone crawls down your waist and up your neck, you chin petrifying at the same time that the base of your cock hardens. You remember the jawbreaker too late, your mouth hardening before you have even the chance to try and spit it out and before long your eyes turn to stone, still seeing, but now fixed in place, watching as between your marble breasts, your dick throbs one last time before becoming a polished stone, still desperately yearning for touch, but unable to so much as twitch. Suddenly you hear a door open, but with your eyes fixed in place, you can only listen as the voices of your friends speak, seemingly unaware of your toes hardening, turning the last part of your flesh and blood body to rock. “I could have sworn they came this way…” One friend remarks. “Look! They must have put some of their clothes on that statue as a prank!” “Classic!” Another laughs and you see them enter your field of view, grabbing your shirt and pulling it up and over your head. “Check it out, it even looks like them!” “No way, they're nowhere NEAR this hot!” Your first friend jokes, reaching their arms around you and clasping your stone breasts in both of their warm, soft hands. “They don’t have tits anywhere NEAR this big!” If you were not frozen in place, you’d melt! The sensation of the hands groping you causing your brain to catch fire as your body reflexively tries to cum, only stopped by the physical impossibility of the act. “And they DEFINITELY don’t have a dick this big!” Your other friend giggles, reaching past your stone hand to grab your marble dick and with a quick series of jerks, starts to rub it. “Though I bet they WISH they could be this statue right now! They're such a horny little freak!” You internally sob, torn between DESPERATELY wanting to beg them to keep going and even more frantically wanting even just a moment of mobility so you could orgasm till you passed out, the sensations running through your body driving you completely mad! “We should take this with us!” Your first friend says, giving your marble breasts a squeeze. “It’s SO funny that it looks like them and we could totally prank them with this later! Plus, its weirdly hot and I kinda want to keep fucking around with it someplace a little more private…” “You read my mind!” Your other friend agrees and suddenly you find yourself being lifted, the two working together to pick you up and carry you away. Inside of your mouth, now trapped inside a prison of stone, unable to dissolve further or to be spat out, the jawbreaker rattles against your tongue, then lodges in place at the back of your throat, firmly wedging itself in its new permanent position. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/17NHvfj.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/97sKM8i.png"> kind of a ruff choice... (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by rykela) ]] [[Take It->the lozenge]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= The bowl of candy before you holds a world of possibilities. How could you possibly choose? You’re not sure how long you spend mulling over your decision. The huge, heavy bowl looks like an antique for sure, made of ornately-cut glass. You’ve never seen one that could double as a cauldron, though, and when you shove your arm down in the middle of it to try and touch the bottom your limb keeps going until it’s swallowed up past the elbow and you still can’t feel any of the sides - just the crinkling plastic cascade of candy in all directions. You //could// start shoveling out handfuls and set them to the side if you really wanted to be able to look at your options. After all, no two pieces appear to be the same. A small but certain voice inside of you says that’s unsporting, though. Maybe a bad idea even! You’re not quite sure where the thought comes from but you feel as if flouting the spirit of the game is the only way to earn a truly bad ending… and you sure don’t want to know what that would entail! So, rather than picking through some of the top pieces, many of them passed up by previous trick-or-treaters, you take your chances with choosing more or less randomly, since all you can tell by touch is whether the candy is hard or soft. One by one, you brush pieces out of the way with fingertips until you get the feeling you might have picked something good, closing your fist around it and pulling it up with a smile. //Leaving it up to vibes? It’s candy, why not trust your gut feeling…// When you see what you’ve received, you’re almost a little disappointed. The round, hard lozenge has all the telltale signs of and old-fashioned candy. Wrapped in loosely-tied clear plastic, it’s dusted with confectioner’s sugar to keep it from sticking but you can see it has a deep brown hue… or maybe it might be even black. When you untie the wrapper and open it up, a distinctly herbal, slightly medicinal smell wafts out, confectioner’s sugar sticking to the tips of your fingers. Still, it’s free candy, and nothing to complain about really. Might as well give it a try! It tastes much like it smells, clearly one of those old-time candies made from an actual herb, the flavor not quite halfway between root beer and licorice with a distinct hint of menthol. Mint family? After a few moments to get used to the taste you realize you like it. Looks like your gut feeling wasn’t a mistake after all! It’s not actually all that bittersweet or unpleasant, kind of a herbal tea in candy form. The mildly sweet taste is even perking you up. Does it have caffeine in it? You’re more alert. Or maybe your entire being is just rising sluggishly from its existential torpor, and while your brain is occupied with trivial concerns like trying to remember what this candy is called the rest of you is hurriedly moving on like someone who overslept past their alarm and needs to get dressed and presentable in a hurry. You’re almost done sucking on the candy, entertaining yourself by turning it end over end with loose flips of your tongue, and as the last bit melts away a strange feeling wriggles its way through your mouth, your sinuses flare and your tongue abruptly spills like a dangling red tapestry from your mouth. Your nose puffs up a moment later, ballooning into a handsome black snout. (text-colour:#e67700)[//“Whuff!”//] You hiccup a soft bark, and even as you reach up to cover your mouth - in surprise or alarm, it’s too sudden to distinguish - your face starts to stretch out into a handsome, jutting muzzle, your jaw and snout creaking forwards with a leathery sort of creaking sound and a firmly uncomfortable pinching sensation of tightness that only feels relieved when your upper lip splits and eases the pressure. You hardly have time to be surprised before being wracked with a wave of goosebumps that races across your body, engulfing you in a pronounced tickling feeling from head to toe. It’s so intense that you can’t help but double over, barking again with involuntary laughter, your hands and fingers swelling into thick handpaws as you desperately grab at your clothing to pull it away and relieve the unbearable itch. Stripping quickly, you can’t tell whether you’re managing without tearing the fabric apart but it hardly matters, and your embarrassment and modesty are of secondary concern to the tickles growing so fierce that you’re starting to spasm and twitch. Your back legs jerk out behind you, and you’re lucky you were already hunched forward so you can drop to all fours when they give out, already reconfigured into enormous canine haunches. Your claws clink on the ground satisfyingly, there to stay. That tickling reaches its peak all at once, then sweet relief bursts from your skin in a cascade of velvety-short fur that covers you in ebon black. The front of you, now mostly your underside, has a chocolate-tan color that goes all the way underneath and around to a lovely heart-shaped marking spanning both your buttcheeks. Your muzzle looks like you dipped it into a vat of chocolate for a drink, and a pair of broad, squarish patches of brown where your shoulders and armpits used to be completes the look. [[Doberman.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Your brain adjusts to your new shape, flooded with sensory overload and confidence. Your limbs bulge firm with handsome muscle, your chest inflates like a bellows full of air, huge and only vaguely pectoral-like and jutting out a good two feet beyond the tip of your pointed nose. When you thrust it out with an upwelling of pride the excess gender still trying to settle in place within you sloshes backwards and causes you to jerk backwards, your waist cinching in tightly and your buttcheeks abruptly inflating like two big, perky airbags the size of beachballs, perfectly spherical and jutting ludicrously from your otherwise-feral hips. You glance behind in confusion, your ears long and docked and striking, to where your// undocked// tail rises like a willow branch above and wags furiously. Somehow you’re still in your panties. And they (text-style:"rumble")[//tighten//] in an instant, suddenly filled with penis and ballsack that’re preposterously outlined in the fabric like they were drawn by a particularly hamfisted furry artist whose spare hand was occupied while they did it. (text-style:"rumble")[(text-colour:#e67700)[//Oh, my panties are tight!//]] You want to exclaim, but all that comes out is a bassy, ravishing dog bark. Your voice resonates within your enormous, Gideonesque chest, the vibrations coursing backwards through your embarrassingly petite and slutty waist and going straight to your bulge. Your golden canine eyes widen in amazement and embarrassment as your privates expand, emitting a cartoonish sound like a vast, inflating balloon with each heaving, erratic surge of size that pumps through them. //Oh no… oh… oh, oh god! Oh// (text-style:"rumble")[(text-colour:#e67700)[''dog!!''] ] You lean forwards, unable to help yourself, huge chest pressing to the floor and bouncing balloon ass hiked up nice and high, the elastic waistband of your human undergarments slipping down until you’re showing off at least a foot of feral plumber’s crack and butt-heart above them. [[It smells like dog cock in here.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Yes! Your canine nose is so sensitive now. There’s no denying it. Your penis smells. Your massive genitals grow more musky and warm the bigger and fuller they get, radiating masculinity so palpably and incontrovertibly that even as you squirm in pleasure and dismay you can’t help but also be filled with pride at how handsome you are. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#e67700)[ //You’re a good dog! Yes you are! Your penis is growing! You’re starting to tent your panties!//]] Your clawed toes scrape at the ground, but you feel rooted to the spot, somehow helpless in the face of your increasingly obscene boyness to do anything but bark and whine and pant until it’s all over. Your bulge continues to grow, uncaring of your protests or whimpers of pleasure, penis filling your panties and beginning to stretch the fabric out like a lurid, jutting telephone pole that threads through your forelegs and extends out foot after foot until it looks to be more than twice the length of your large, stallion-sized body. Somehow you can tell by scent alone that it’s never going to shrink down, it may not even be able to go soft, the obscene shape of your erection through the fabric clearly still extremely human in shape… almost like a giant, smooth cannon even, in profane defiance of your expectations. Somehow its human shape makes it hotter. Unbearably so. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#e67700)[ //Who’s a good boy? You are! Look at you, you used to be human! Everyone can ''tell''. One look at your massive feral boner gives it away.// ]] You’re built like a sex object. A piece of horny, porny art to lust over. Made for sex with perverts, humans and other dogs alike. Just being near you makes other men// bigger. //The thought of what men might say when they see your new body makes your loins clench and your tubecock swells even longer, bigger around at this point than your waist is, the tension seizing your loins releasing all at once in a dense, hot stream of sperm that ejaculates like a sputtering hose through the cloth and relaxes into a steady, unceasing ooze. You’re not cumming so much as// leaking//, so productive and //male// that you can’t stop releasing your sperm, not ever - and no matter how hard you cum, it’s not like your gigantic feral cumtanks could conceivably SHRINK. Perish the thought! You’re a good boy, aren’t you? That means you’re big forever and permanently. That vast tubecock of yours will always outsize you, and only the unyielding tightness of your panties keeps your gigantic dogballs from resting on the ground, the fabric still taut enough to hold together almost as if it may as well be an intrinsic part of your being like your tail or your boychest or your long floppy tongue. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#e67700)[ //Dog in panties. No longer human. Prostitute dog. Human-fucker. Good boy.// ]] You reek of musk but you may as well be magnetic to other males, tendrils of pink penis-scent trailing visibly behind you and breaking off into little, floating hearts and male symbols. Boy. You hardly need to smell yourself to know you’re walking, prancing corruption incarnate. Unmistakably homosexual, your feral stance and strong, stompy paws the only things keeping you from being hopelessly limp-wristed. You turn about in place, prancing and listening to your buttcheeks wobble and clap, the heavy weight of your large body landing on the floor with resounding (text-style:"rumble")[(text-colour:#e67700)[''WHUMPs'']] that shake the room. Somehow there’s a mirror here that you hadn’t noticed, but it’s just perfect to gaze into and admire your obscene, hypersexualized new figure… even if you can’t see much more than a quarter of your enormity at any one time. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#e67700)[''You’re a good boy. '']] You’re certain of it. It's an unassailable fact. A law of nature, really. And yet there’s one thing missing. One thing the candy can’t do for you. Something that has to come from the outside… You stare at your huge, bulky, muscular neck, as thick as a tree trunk. It’s quite bare. Where’s your collar? You can’t //really// be a good boy without one. You need to find an owner!\And then your owner can give you a name. Something nice, like Ballsack, or Butt-Sniffer, or Couch Humper. Something gay and male and doggy. The door outside was shut, but you’re as big as a horse now and effortlessly barrel through penis-first, your chest and shoulders finishing the job your tubecock battering ram started. The night air feels amazing on your fur, your panties growing even tighter in excitement. You don’t know who just yet, but someone out there is about to have a very enormous surprise. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/LkEeq6h.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/DaMRz9N.png"> Looks... hot? (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by rykela) ]] [[Take It->the scarlet]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= The candy calls to you. You’re only allowed to take just one.// Just one? //The entire bowl looks delicious, though. When you look at it carefully, you realize that no two pieces are alike, and the choice grows even more difficult to make. At times like these, your decision says a lot about what kind of person you are. Do you default to one of your favorites - that is, the //safe choice?// Do you pick something that strikes your fancy in the moment, letting yourself be guided by whimsy? Are you adventurous, selecting something unknown or special? Or, heaven forbid, do you close your eyes and choose at ''random?'' You consider your options. Things aren’t going to get started until you choose anyway, so you have a bit of time to think it over, and on top of that this feels somehow important so you may as well take your time. Many of the wrappers advertise their flavor, or at the least hint at it through the use of bright thematic colors or patterns, like one piece you’re certain is that perennial grandma’s-candy-dish classic thanks to its iconic strawberry motif. Others are harder to tell, lacking text and sporting more abstract designs, and of course shape is usually no cue at all… though, as you poke around in the bowl and discover a paw-shaped candy, the tortured pun of fruit by the foot makes you burst into laughter. They’re all tempting. It’s hard to say there’s even a bad choice! You might really just have to select a piece at random, at this rate… Yet as your fingers scrape along the bottom of the bowl, turning over the contents and stirring them like a prospector hunting for gemstones in river gravel, out pops a small piece of candy in a shimmering black wrapper. The plastic catches the light when you pick it up, flashing a streak of red and orange and yellow across it like an opalescent gem and creating the illusion of a dancing burst of fire. Although it doesn’t have a label, you’re surprised to see the edges of the seams are fringed with the smallest bit of ornate gold leaf. That should be impossible to do this diminutively, let alone how absurd it is that someone should indulge in the expense for what’s certainly a simple, mass-marketed piece of candy. Somehow, though, you feel certain that’s what it is, and just like that, a little voice inside you says firmly //this one is mine.// You carefully pull it open, splitting the seam cleanly to avoid damaging the precious gold, and then judiciously fold up the plastic and tuck it into your pocket. Waste not, want not. Gold is precious, and it belongs to you now. The hard candy itself is a deep, rich crimson, a faint pattern of indentations molded into its side. You don’t want it to melt or stain your skin so you pop it into your mouth right away without any further reflection. [[The taste… oh, the taste!]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= It tastes spectacular. It tastes //intense//. A burst of milky sweetness exploded crisply across your tongue, the hit of sugar slowly blossoming into a rich, complicated spice and heat that you don’t swallow so much as feel it bulldoze down your throat like a volcanic lava flow. Like a shot of whisky - surely there has to be an alcoholic component to it - you feel it blazing a trail along the way, the long comet’s tail it leaves behind starting to spread until the seeping warmth suffuses your head and chest. The capsaicin in your mouth continues to build on and on, no longer sweet but smoky and smoldering. You stumble back a little, starting to grow lightheaded. You’d read somewhere that spicy food can give people dopamine rushes but this is particularly acute, as if your blood inside is bubbling upwards and coming to a simmering, fizzing head right beneath your scalp. It’s downright// prickly//, tickly even! Your fingers reach up to scratch at the itch even as you groan in disappointment that the candy has dissolved upon your tongue, though the flavor lingers and continues to build. After a few good, long scratches, the itching fades and you’re instead filled with a pleasant haze, your fingers falling to your sides and trailing a few stray hairs along with them. The rest falls unnoticed, leaving your scalp bare and bumpy and rapidly growing darker in hue, your skin taking on the same indented pattern from the candy that at this slightly larger size is easily recognized as scales. It’s not important enough to notice, though. The fire within you still grows, stoked with each breath you take adding oxygen to the flame. Like a great bellows, you can feel the heat and air expanding in your chest. You keep inhaling, gulping in air, feeding the flames and feeling them blaze within you. The sheer heat has started to make your skin peel and flake, bits and pieces of your humanity falling like snow around you and melting away to reveal crimson scales beneath. It feels like you’re taking your shirt off on a scorcher of a hot summer day, the boiling in your own body easing into comfort the instant you’re able to expose yourself and cool down. Tendrils of fire lick around the edges of your shirt, the cloth bursting into flame from coming in contact with you, and as your clothing quickly is consumed your chest balloons outwards triumphantly now that nothing can get in the way of the heat within helping you expand. (text-style:"buoy")[''Bwaum, bwaum, bwaum~!''] Your huge, jiggling girls bounce exaggeratedly and delightedly, emitting cartoonish sounds of jostling weight and mass. The sound is a delight to your shifting ears, the little bits of cartilage stretching longer and reforming themselves into pretty fins that frame your face between them. You’re preposterously busty, each one the size of a basketball and still expanding with creaking sounds of rubber. How wonderful you are! You can’t imagine what you were thinking to cover up your own perfection like that. How tragic and foolish, to deprive everyone of your own magnificence and power… You aren’t done yet, though. You grin, showing a mouthful of wicked, sharp white teeth, and take another enormous, drawn-out breath, your diaphragm expanding with just the effort alone. Once again, your fuckpuppies expand before you, each mammoth golden beach ball rising up to block the lower part of your vision, and as they grow bigger so does your pride, rushing over you at once in a wave of satisfaction. It’s a shame that you don’t have a mirror to admire your bosom, so you’ll just have to settle for running your hands over it and cupping yourself. Stroking your soft, sensitive fingertips along your scales brings a shudder of bliss throughout your entire body. Not big enough yet, but you are perfect at just about any size. You are a beautiful girl. A ravishing woman. A graceful, elegant lady. If only there were others to see you right now! The thought of an audience makes you feel like sashaying, and you bring your hips around and throw them back for your invisible admirers, your waist cinching in with a quick, audible (text-style:"buoy")[''sqrrr-rrrk!''] and the mass redistributing itself with plenty of extra into your butt and thighs. Pert and perky, each of your buttcheeks a perfect, taut sphere of feminine muscle, you flex and clap them then rock your hips the other way, a huge tail unfurling from your spine with another(text-style:"sway")[// bwo-o-oiiiing//] and whipping through the air like a great and meaty whip. You shudder and tense for a moment as tightness races down your spine like popping firecrackers, a long spinal fin sprouting from your back and running the length of your body all the way down to where it flares out at the end of your tail in a big, pretty fan. Now that your tail has grown in you almost feel like a proper dragon again, letting out a jet of flame playfully through your pursed lips, and you place your hands firmly on your hips and turn to admire your own butt-heart, your neck creaking longer with a sound like straining wood. Between your legs, your pussy bulges, lips swelling into a fat mound that accentuates your gigantic, glorious thigh gap, liquid immediately pouring in clear oozing rivulets down your legs. [[Absolutely stunning. But you deserve no less.]]

<img src = "https://i.imgur.com/6NsR4gI.png"> (enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= In the next instant you feel a jolt shudder through you and you rise up to the tips of your toes. Your shoes aren’t up to the task of supporting your beautiful body and burst apart at the seams at once, scraps of fabric scattering as the glue holding them together fails. Your toes stretch out, thickening up and sprouting wicked, gorgeous golden talons - the mass seems to ripple up into the rest of your feet, bulging them out with muscle so that your new stompers can support your increasing weight and shifted center of gravity. Your limbs are bulking out quite wonderfully, your body packing on scaly, womanly muscle that contrasts and blends with your tiny waist and gigantic curves to give you a ridiculous bombshell of a body befitting your species. Scarlet, with a ravishing golden underbelly. A sudden tightness grips at your face, as if your entire skull were suffering from the sensation of a clenched jaw. It creaks outwards, straining slowly, a dark pair of curvaceous horns erupting in slow motion from the top of your head and swooping back in a sinuous arc behind. Your mouth and nose stretch in the opposite direction, reshaping themselves into a long and feminine muzzle that tapers to a smirking ebon pair of lips, the lower one in particular continuing to inflate with a more gentle sensation of tautness until it juts from your lower jaw like a fat, glossy inner tube. You waste no time in making it pout, blowing kisses to no one in particular and sending more celebratory blasts of flame into the air. Now your body lurches upwards, the flame within having little choice but to make you expand in all directions. Foot after foot, quickly passing ten, then fifteen, the room itself barely proves a hindrance before you’ve punched your way through the ceiling to continue rising to the floor above, your tail lashing out and taking some of the surrounding walls to give yourself more space to be big and pretty. With breathing room assured, your shoulder blades itch, cramp, and then your back writhes and bulges in one last gesture of protest before your wings burst free and unfurl to their full, leathery length in a grand display. Spread wide, you can frame your own body in picturesque fashion, grinning and giggling and shaking a pair of tits half the size of your entire body. Still expanding, still sloshing with those wonderful bouncing noises, your fat nipples weep milk down the curving expanse of your mammoth spheres and drizzle superheated streams onto the floor that sizzle and steam with potent magic and feminine power. At last though, the growth seems to taper away, leaving you fifty feet tall and wracked with arousal and feminine euphoria. The house is in splinters - you’ve burst through the wall and are standing outside, the only place where there’s room. A crowd is beginning to gather, staring in awe and fright and lust. Sirens are wailing in the distance and approaching quickly. Whatever panic you might have incited is of little concern, however. As a dragon you have better things to do than worry about what humans might think! It’s true what they say. To a dragon like you, any smaller being counts as a //kobold//… The sight of all those fragile little people is already giving you ideas, and you still have so much of yourself to look over and admire. Look at you! You’re big! Pretty! Fierce!// Perfect!// Now, all you need is a hoard… [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/MgE0CvG.png"> Another easter infiltrator... repugnant. You will have to dispose of this personally. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by Occamsword) ]] [[Take It->the peep]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= How did this one get in here? You hold in your hands a small, bright pink candy vaguely in the shape of a round and limbless rabbit. Two button eyes and a nose look placidly up at you, a treat from another season, unwrapped and left over. You give it a squish, and feel its marshmallow belly depress a little before bouncing back. It’s a little stale, after months, but you always preferred them that way, anyway. You pop the marshmallow bunny into your mouth despite the fact that it wasn’t wrapped and begin to chew. It’s surprisingly dense, but the marshmallow filling is sweeter than you expected. Maybe they changed the formula, because you swear you get an aftertaste of – grape? Weird. Whatever the case, it’s surprisingly dense. Even though that was the tiniest bite, it’s made you feel as full as when you ate a whole package of them that one time. You were sick for a day afterward, but at the time it was absolutely worth it. Speaking of which, there’s nobody around right now to notice if you take something else. You’re about to plunge your hand back into the bowl when you notice some of the powder from the candy is still clinging to it. Not wanting to be a slob as well as a tad greedy, you grab a thoughtfully provided scrap of paper towel and start to wipe it off. After a few moments of that, you realize that there’s far more being wiped onto the towel than there should logically be. It’s leaving a purple stain, and the roughness of it is making your hands itch. Purple? The bunny was(text-colour:magenta)[// pink. //] You let the towel flutter to the floor as you stare at what’s happening to your hand. It’s broken out into purple spots like some sort of saccharine rash, and on closer inspection, they’re covered in short, soft purple hair. Or is that fur? It smells sweet, like spun sugar, more than what you’d expect to find on an actual animal. Not that you’re an animal. [[You’re definitely not becoming one, right? ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Your fingers have gone numb, tingling. You try rubbing both hands together, tapping them against the table, but as the purple patches continue to expand over them, you can see your fingers starting to…change. They’re shrinking slightly, getting rounder, stubbier. Your fingernails are shifting to small, blunt claws poking out of cartoonish fingers. In fact, as you look closer, one of them on each hand seems to be shrinking away entirely, disappearing into your hand, and to your chagrin it’s the one you’d most like to use for something else right now - especially if you could find whoever caused this. As the fur moves toward your wrist, you fumble in your pocket with a hand that seems to have swelled up as well, the way your wrists are getting larger. Your sausage-fingered paw has a hard time getting a grip on your phone, and it takes you multiple tries to unlock it, but when you do, you turn the camera to yourself and gasp at what you see. Your eyes have turned a solid black, with no sclerae to be seen, and when your mouth drops open at the sight, you can actually see the front teeth growing out and curving together into oversized buck teeth. If that weren’t enough to give you a hint of what’s going on, the way the tips of your ears are now that same lovely shade of lilac purple and stretching upwards is an even clearer indication. Your other paw rubs absently at them, feeling them stretch in your hand and wincing at the distant sound of a car passing to your new sensitive hearing. Oddly, they don’t feel thin and delicate as real rabbits’ seem to be; in fact, upon closer examination, they’re simply indents in a solid, soft surface that slightly jiggles to your touch. Like candy-coated marshmallow, for instance. You suddenly topple forward, dropping your phone and catching yourself on the edge of the table. The candy bowl rattles almost as ominously as the sound of splintering glass. A moment later, the seams of your pants split wide open, revealing round, soft, purple sugar-furry ankles. Not just soft, fat. Your lower legs are growing to the size of whole roast hams, losing definition beyond a simple bend at the knee. When something bursts through your shoes, there’s only the vague shape of three-toed rabbit feet. They look more like a broad, flat pair of paddles, as in, [[you’re up a creek without one.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You move to bend down and pick up your phone, because you have the sinking feeling that you won’t be able to pretty soon, at least not without considerable effort. Sure enough, the moment you do, your stomach gurgles uncontrollably; it sounds more like an ice cream machine in need of cleaning, half-clogged. If you had to guess, it’s the sound of a person’s innards being entirely replaced by fluffed marshmallow filling. It swells out, to an absurd degree. The good news is that you lose sight of your strange new feet, even when you’re crouching, but as you stare at your waist bulging out, taking the last of your clothing with it in showers of fabric scraps and granules of purple sugar, you wonder if this will stop before you become an almost perfect sphere. That sensation of fullness from before hits you in even greater force, from the tips of your toes to the tips of your new long, inflexible ears, and this time it doesn’t go away. You would groan, but oddly, you don’t seem to be able to, as you rub a belly that feels soft, and much fresher than the candy you had eaten. Seeing your reflection in the dark, cracked screen draws a choked cry of alarm from you, the more so because you can’t actually tell where it’s coming from. You have a mouth with which to scream, but it won’t open, being more of a mark pressed into your short, round muzzle - a permanent goofy smile with sculpted buck teeth. Your nose, a dollop of frosting or maybe a licorice jelly bean, you’re not sure what, wiggles cutely in alarm, making your chubby cheeks jiggle in time with it. In fact, you’re pretty sure those are whiskers of powdered sugar, clumped together. Speaking of cheeks, your backside - which must be positively enormous now, a vast sea of marshmallowy candy - ripples, not unpleasantly, and then gives a short, sharp shock to you as the tiny and purely ornamental cotton-candy-tail of a confectionary bunny pushes out from the base of where your spine would be if you still had one. You reach back and give it a few tugs, not really knowing what else to do with it. You want to ask so many questions. Questions about how a creature such as you are now can even exist, whether you’re edible (hopefully not), how a transformation like that is possible in any sane universe, about what kind of ingredients they’re using in these candies. What you say instead is, (text-colour:magenta)[“Sweet hoppin’ gumdrops,”] which by any metric is the most ridiculous possible thing you could have said. Even more bafflingly, it seems to come from somewhere a few inches in front of you, given your lack of mouth. The sound of it seems to bring you around to your present situation again, anyway, and you suddenly remember where you are. Somewhere along the way you knocked over the table, so you’re standing here on the sidewalk surrounded by other, spilled candies, clad in only the slightest, tattered remnants of your former outfit. Nobody is around to see at the moment, but you wouldn’t need to be embarrassed: along with massively increasing your figure and smoothing out any imperfections in your complexion along the way, your change has also smoothed out anything that marked you as human, leaving you more or less seamless and unbroken candy-flesh all the way down. Tentatively, you take a step. You try to take a normal step, that is, and instead end up hopping a little, bouncing on the pavement. Your hands want to curl up at your chest, but you fight to keep them down, to maintain even a single ounce of dignity. Maybe, if you don’t need to eat, you can figure out a way to work from home until spring comes around again. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to find an antidote to this condition, if such a thing is even possible, but if it is, it’ll be then, when the rest of the spring candy comes out. If not, at least you’ll have seasonal employment as an entertainer, right? (text-colour:magenta)[“Pretty sweet,”] you muse out loud to nobody. Alright, that part’s going to get old, fast… <img src= "https://i.imgur.com/INHAVsP.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/fAPxCZ8.png"> Looks like a real mouthful... (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by bunnypen) ]] [[Take It->the grawbreaker]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Of course you pick the jawbreaker. It’s the grandfather of all sweets, right? Go big or go home! You’re not meant to bite into these, lest you bust up your mouth, so you lap its glossy surface and get introduced to a faint taste of almost every candy flavor at once, as if the whole trick or treat night was condensed into a single bite. That’s the fun, though. The //king// of candies isn’t meant to be chewed. It demands patience, layer after layer melting away. It makes your mouth tingle, a strange fizzing sensation that spreads across your tongue like tiny little sparks. You //try //to gnaw on it, but your teeth just skid uselessly over the hard surface, and frustration bubbles up! How could anyone actually //enjoy// these things? Now you wished you had picked something else. Damn! You keep licking it, hoping the next layer would be tastier, always try and stay positive! The good news is that licking it has become// much more// effortless, each lick quicker and more precise, as if your tongue has grown perfectly suited for the task. You don’t notice the way it flicks like a serpent’s, darting and curling across the surface in rapid strokes, only that the candy seems to be melting faster now. A faint tingle vibrates through your jaw, traveling down into your chest. The warmth spreads and you swallow hard, //whew-// sugar high… You clutch the jawbreaker with both hands, the candy feels lighter than before, or maybe it’s your hands that have grown bigger, thicker, each finger swelling as though puffed up from within. Nah. That would never happen! Nails lengthen into blunt, curved claws, scraping faintly against the candy’s surface, while the skin at your fingertips darkens to a rough, scaly green. Closing your eyes, you lean in, lapping greedily at the jawbreaker with your long, thick tongue, now unmistakably, positively without a doubt, //reptilian.// Each stroke leaves your mouth tingling hotter, the candy’s shell softening under your relentless attention. The jawbreaker nearly slips from your hands, oh- rats! Your eyes snap open, and the world looks sharper, clearer, cut through the gaze of a sclera that //definitely// didn’t match your original form. That’s when you notice the digits on them are gone, both hands reduced to three massive, clawed fingers, each thicker than your old wrist. Holding the candy is clumsy now, awkward, but the flavor bursting on your tongue makes the struggle worth it. You wobble, knees buckling under a new heaviness. To steady yourself, you spread your legs, planting them wide on the ground. Thick muscles press tight against your skin, as green scales ripple up your thighs. The heaviness spreads fast, faster than your stubby little fingers were moving with the candy, for sure! Your belly swells outward with a sudden wobbly lurch, that annoying pressure that started since you gave your first lick// finally// giving way to a deep, rolling jiggle. Your belly bulges, stretching and getting swallowed up by new layers of taut muscly mass. Dull green scales creep across the curve of your gut, jagged patches spreading like moss. With every breath, every lick, your abdomen pushes out too, further out, rounding, sagging, settling into a wall of heft that jiggles when you shift your stance, like a sack of pudding. The sheer weight drags at your center, making you bend your back. You pat the mass, claws tapping over it… and grunt out a// shrug.// Everyone gets a big chubby during the holidays, //right?// [[Nothing you can’t handle.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/PzVhFcF.png"> More of a candy cob, really. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by nonsequitur) ]] [[Take It->the corn]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Decisions, decisions… “How can you pick just one?” you think as you stare into the bowl of candy. You’ve heard of variety packs before, but this selection consists of such an impossibly broad variety that there each individual piece appears to be completely unique. The plastic wrappers run the gamut in size and shape and color—not just the usual seasonal colors of black and orange, ranging from gold to crimson to maroon to cyan to taupe. Many of them are completely unlabeled, and the few that are don’t resemble any brands you’re familiar with, none of your preferred sugary mainstays. Perhaps you should make a conscious effort to try something different. Something unusual. And the package that strikes you as most unusual is one that’s conspicuously large. You pick up the package from its brethren, a plastic sleeve that’s nearly as long as your hand and fingers. The wrapper is white with swirls of orange and yellow, and as you hold it you feel a cardboard shell inside, something to maintain its shape and protect the candy inside. Turning it around, you discover that the other side has clear plastic so you can plainly view its contents. It contains a piece of candy corn, but not just a tiny kernel, rather a long, girthy specimen that appears more like a painted carrot (giving out carrots on Halloween? what a nightmare that would be), and rather than stripes it consists of spiraling bands of yellow and orange and white that trail along its length. You can’t help laughing as you lift the package from the bowl, implicitly deciding that this is the one for you. It seems like such an absurd idea, completely counterintuitive to the intended purpose of candy corn. You feel like you’ve shunned the idea of the hard sugary lumps because it’s what’s commonly accepted, even though you can’t specifically recall ever trying candy corn for yourself. Why not give it a try, though? If nothing else, it might serve as a funny talking piece, or a prop. A magic wand. A dagger. A stake. A horn. There is a faint tingling upon your forehead, a numb, phantasmal sensation, not that you pay it much mind, smiling to yourself as you turn. What does put a swerve in your stride is when someone shouts “HEY!” in a particularly invective manner that prickles the hairs on the back of your neck, the call directed at you. You turn and observe a group of college twenty-somethings strolling past, dressed up in stock costumes—skeleton, pirate, zombie, robot, whatever. One of them jeers at you, “What’re you supposed to be?” You feel their jabs, their snickering, bristling at you, digging in, provoking you to push back and start a scene. You don’t feel particularly perturbed, though. The thrumming vibration in the palm of your hand is a more pressing matter. For a moment you are perplexed as to what it is before you look down and see the candy corn wrapper. You giggle to yourself again, struck by a sudden burst of humor as you peel open the plastic shell to take the sugary shaft out. “What’s so funny, pal?” “Can’t you tell what I am?” you ask back, and you hold the base of the spiky tip up to your forehead and declare, “I’m a unicorn.” [[You burst]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= (text-style:"buoy")[//out of your clothes out of your human skin out of your meager mortal framework into a whinny of laughter, with a fit of wobbling and churning.//] “Oh yeah, you’re right, sorry about that,” someone replies. You don’t see who’s speaking; you’re staring straight ahead at open air. It takes you a moment to recall that you must look down, past the pert mounds at the end of your muzzle, past the jutting shelf of your chest, to address humans, who are rarely more than half your height. “Don’t know how I got mixed up, it’s an amazing costume,” one of the humans says. They gaze up at you in awe—not exactly reverence, for the veil of mundanity surrounding you prevents them from understanding the full weight of this moment. Halloween is a perfect time for magical creatures to mingle with mortals. You lean down so that you can be closer to them, powerful legs tensing as they squeeze into the spongy bulk between them. (text-colour:magenta)[“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest thing!” ]you trill in a bouncy honey-sweet voice. (text-colour:magenta)[“Would y’all like some candy?”] From your cleavage you produce a paper cone, and you twirl that through your mane, coming out with a wad of sugary cotton that you then hold out. A man wearing a skeleton mask and hood reaches out, shaky marionette hands moving autonomously, before you snatch the hair back. (text-colour:magenta)[“What do you gotta say?” ]you ask, lips curled into a cheeky smirk. There is a pause as they stare at each other bewilderingly before asynchronously singing out, “Trick or treat!” (text-colour:magenta)[//“Very good!” //] Then you hand out the candy, in line with the ancient and mildly corporate-corrupted rites, plucked from your flesh per their request. Twisted locks. Fingers. The tip of your horn. A nipple. “Can I have a piece of your penis?” one of the humans blurts out. You chuckle calmly back. (text-colour:magenta)[“You can have the whole thing, hon!”] In one fluid motion, you rip the huge tangerine-colored shaft from your crotch and hand it to them. Easier said than done; the thing is so huge that it takes two of them to lug it over their shoulders like a piece of lumber. Detached while flaccid, it will remain in its soft gummy state. “Don’t go eatin’ it all at once now!” you remind them. You wave after them with a hand that’s short three fingers, broken off at the knuckles, but they pop back into being after a few more seconds. Your body quickly returns to being whole, and with your regeneration you feel a surge of renewed energy, a sugar rush urging you onward. You’re ready to bound down the street looking for more people hungry for candy, of which there should be no shortage tonight. Yet you pause, your ear flicking. Something is gnawing at you—not the fun way, where something is gnawing on your sugary body. An itch at the back of your gumdrop brain. It’s the idea that something isn’t right. You look around yourself, down at your engorged frame. You can’t exactly get the best views in this manner, though, cleavage down in front of you, rump extending out to the rear, tail flicking about. So, to make this easier, you conjure a mirror to regard yourself. It’s a simple unicorn cantrip, just manifesting a field of light in front of you in which you can see yourself. It has to be quite large, of course; tall enough to fit your towering stature, and though your torso is slender it needs to be considerably broader in order to capture the width of your assets. The sight of your reflection, however, causes you to immediately forget that pesky nagging doubt for the time being. You coo at yourself as you cup your breasts, heaving mounds which fill the span of your arms; you have to lift them just to get a good view of your trim stomach. A straight-on front view isn’t so conducive in general, really—torso obscured by bosom, legs covered by cock and balls, even your muzzle hidden behind plump cherry-red lips—so you turn about and strike a few poses just to get a better look at yourself. You plant your palms on the flared slopes of your hips as you swing them from side to side and slowly pivot in a circle. Your testicles, veritable wrecking balls that come just shy of kissing the ground while at rest, swing about pendulously, and your cock throbs with carnal yearning, the monstrous shaft longer than your legs without being erect. You peer over your shoulder to get a good look at your swaying rump, cushy round globes supported by lusciously thick legs and cloven candy hooves, long tail swishing from side to side, tipped with a fluffy tuft. It’s just scarcely possible to make out the gap between your thighs, and the juicy labial slit tucked between them. A contented, lustful sigh escapes you as you run your hands up along your trim sides, fingertips tingling around the base of your breasts, over your clavicle and neck and jaw and cheeks, and you toss the voluminous tousled mane of vermillion cotton candy that adorns your head. This could have gone on for a while. Fortunately, your mirror construct has a built-in shut-off incantation so that there’s no risk of spending a month staring at your reflection. It would end in a few minutes and you’d go back to cantering around the suburbs doling out delectable sweets (and maybe more to those feeling adventurous). Maybe an hour or two later you’d get that itching feeling again and the process would repeat. But it’s as you’re gazing at yourself, at your pale sugary skin, smooth and faintly glossy, that a revelation occurs to you, and you gasp in astonishment, (text-colour:magenta)[“My costume! I completely forgot to get dressed up!”] Oh, goodness, what to do on such short notice. Halloween is already upon you and you haven’t even prepared in the slightest. It’s not like costume ideas can just come out of the blue. You find yourself staring at your reflection again—not truly looking at yourself, too distracted by this distress to think about how immaculately beautiful (and delicious) you are. Your eyes drift up, gravitating toward the source of your power: the spiraling candy cane horn that protrudes from your forehead. There’s something about it’s shape that feels evocative to you. You reach up and snap off the tip one more time, holding it in your hand. [[You remember]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:magenta)[''squeezing swelling distending expanding unfurling eroding .'']] An inkling that you had. You pinch the candy fragment (your horn has already regrown itself) and it extends and tapers into a long, thin shape which fits neatly betwixt your fingers, and you smirk to yourself. (text-colour:magenta)[“Yeah, that’s the vibe,”] you declare. With a flick of your wand (strictly unnecessary for your magic, but appropriate for this aesthetic), a trail of sour-sweet pixie dust emanating from it, clothing manifests around your body. A dark dress with a tight bodice clings to your torso, hugging your breasts and pushing them upward, a deep valley of cleavage still bared between them. A rigid skirt flares out from around your skinny waist, the hem doing absolutely nothing to obscure your lower body, though your buttocks and groin are tastefully concealed in bulging lacy underwear, while stockings cover the length of your legs. Pulling down the brim of the witch hat over your head, you glance at your reflection again, taking in the details of your work. You tilt your head and frown, just a little; the costume is perfect, but it doesn’t quite match your cotton candy bubblegum aesthetic. No matter, all you have to do is swing your wand again and your hair morphs, solidifying into tight ridges and curls, twin corkscrew pigtails of black licorice that hang out to the sides (the same transformation mirrored by your tail, which will be a lot more dangerous should anyone have the misfortune to get smacked by it). And, for good measure, your makeup shifts hue to a vivid orange. (text-colour:magenta)[“Yes, now that’s the perfect look,”] you purr to yourself, making a low chuckle in your throat. So perfect that you would have gone on ogling yourself for a while longer if the mirror’s shut-off timer didn’t trigger, and it blinks out of existence. But you are content now; you are prepared to dole out plenty of tricks and treats this night. <img src= "https://i.imgur.com/CgldTxW.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You’d have been happy to just continue on from here, finish the jawbreaker, or //try //to but a sudden// schlop// rips through the air, followed by a rush of pressure so intense you stagger forward. Something had burst free from behind you, sending a shiver down your back. You whirl around instinctively on the spot, eyes widening as you catch sight of your new tail. It’s massive, swollen with thick green padded scales. The base is as wide as your big waist, every inch, just like your belly, wobbling with a mass that sways like a wrecking ball. The weight of it drags along the ground, slapping against the floor with a booming thud every time it swings. Its tip lashes out with sweeping arcs that leave little dents in things around you. Each time it hits into something, the fat along its length ripples in heavy waves, shuddering outward until the entire appendage jiggles like jelly, made from muscle and scale, (and chub, //duh.)// You gape. You stare. You… nearly //drop //the jawbreaker?! Your eyes flicker back to the candy as it nearly slips free, greed and hunger tugging harder more than the realization that you own a tail now. No! You fumble frantically, juggling the jawbreaker between your thick clawed fingers, desperate to not let it tumble from your fat hands. Whatever’s happening to your body, the taste is just too good to stop. This thing really rewards your dedication! The jawbreaker slips free from your grasp, tumbling down and clattering against the floor with a hollow: (text-style:"shudder")[//Clink!// ] Oooo…// crud.// You bend down to quickly scoop it up, but your gut presses tight against your thighs, pinning you in place with its sheer bulk. ''(text-colour:lime)[“Grrhghhhhh…”]'' was that you? That growl just escaped from your throat, low… guttural. With a big ol’ grumble, you swing your massive tail forward, flicking the candy up into the air before snapping your jaws around it in one clean motion (text-style:"tall")[''(text-colour:lime)[CRUNCH.]''] (text-colour:lime)[//Oooouuuh… //]you //CAN// eat them! Your skull moves a little… not from the crunch of the jawbreaker, hopefully, but because it was reshaping. Bones thickened, pushing outward into horns until it felt like your head was turning into a fortress of its own. Horns sprout in uneven ridges across your crown, curling and jutting out, each one heavy enough to make your neck muscles strain. Your jaw bulges outward, locked in a permanent gruff overbite, your bite force magnified with every inch of change. As you chomp down, the jawbreaker shatters with ease like brittle glass, sweet candy shards dissolving into molten sugar on your monstrous thick tongue. Your face fills out thickly, cheeks ballooning with mass until drools spills freely from the corners of your mouth. It doesn’t help that two curved tusks have filled out, making your jaw jut forward, letting wet strings of saliva dangle from the space. It wasn’t just your face though. No, no. The rest of your body might’ve become green and labored with thickness, but your height hadn’t changed yet. You lurch upward, as height floods into you. Muscles roll thick across your arms and chest, each fiber swelling, layering over the next until your body looks monstrous. Your shoulders broaden until you can’t help but hunch even more. A growl forces itself from your throat, deepening with every inch gained. (text-colour:lime)[//Wooow… //]eating a jawbreaker… what a workout! You shovel the sugary shards down your gullet, grinding them into dust with your bite. Each swallow fuels another pulse of strength, a cartoony stretch of height that rattles your bones. A //massive// belch rips free, shaking your chest. One… last violent spurt… every inch of you straining and thickening until you loom like a particularly chubby mountain, jagged frills tear up along your back and run down the length of your wobbling tail like a row stone spikes. You look… well- how do you look? A dinosaur? Something you’d find in a cave, guarding treasure? You’re not quite sure. Honestly, you’re not sure if you’re sure… about //anything //being sure. You clutch your belly and scratch, claws dragging across the scales. The wobble that follows makes you grunt and snort with a satisfaction, but the confusion remains. [[Uhhhhghh…]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= For a moment you blink, confused. (text-colour:lime)[//Whaaaat- were… yooouuu-//] doing? There was something you were enjoying- a jaaaw… jaw, you put it in your jaw? What was it? The thought slips away as fast as it came. Memories of what came before flicker and fade. Candy? Why would someone like you bother with little things like that? Too small. Too pointless. Your chest heaves, drooling dripping, as(text-style:"sway")[''(text-colour:lime)[ yer scratch yer gut again, wobbul big an round. Wen it jiggl so funny you snort, hrhhhh. Good. Big. Strong. Brain feel fuzzy, all lite thoughts slippin out like candeeee melt in sun… hmmhmm… You hunch down moor, muscls thick an hevy, arm swingin clumsee side ta side. Word get hard, too much big strong boddy, too much growl in throat. Yur eyes rol, seein blur shape, food good… mhnngnnn- Jaw snap, tusks clash, drooool… drip. Claw foot stomp! Tail slap floor, shak shak wobbul. Head low, mind blank. You pant, chest heeve belly rumble… Nothin lef but beast. Ghghhhruuh… ]''] <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/SPaZ10J.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/1zD3Doi.png"> You don't recognize the bear on the wrapper. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by CharlieGm) ]] [[Take It->the roll]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You look over the offerings in the bowl. There is a lot of candy here. If we’re honest, too much candy. It’s tempting, and not in a good way. You have (maybe you have, I don’t know you personally) lived through one or a few Halloweens where the owners leave a bowl out for the neighborhood, and some enterprising future associate’s degree in business administration gets there before you do, scoops up the contents in their plastic jack’o lantern and runs off before anyone can get their fair share. Tough, but it happens. This time you’re the first one there. You recognize the impulse. You mill about in front of the stoop, looking over your shoulder as muffled bass pounds on the other side of the door. Some house party you probably don’t want to get wrapped up in. You might even make friends there, yuck. The decision weighs on you. You might have been a porch bandit yourself. Hell, you might still be. No one’s judging you (okay you’re judging you but that doesn’t count). Right now though, you have an opportunity to be picky. You dig your hand into the bowl. Layer by layer, you move through substrata of Kitkats, Reese's pumpkins and ‘fun size’ (full airquotes) M&M packets for better finds. Candy geology isn’t a tricky science, though it is culturally determined if you’re American. Regular candy - that’s your xanthan gum, milk chocolate, mass produced slop - rises to the top through natural processes. The good stuff lies underneath. You have to find it. Sometimes it’s buried deep. Sometimes it doesn’t taste like anything you’ve had before. Sometimes the wrapper is homemade, or obscene, or a even little flawed. Sometimes it doesn’t follow the rules of Halloween candy the way it’s been sold. You find one. Right at the bottom, about the size of your fingernail. Carefully, you extract it, pinching it by the tie. It’s a tootsie roll. Except this one is strange. Tootsie rolls have been on the decline for years now, but you’re fairly sure of what they look like. This one is purple. Purple with white tips. The lettering you expect to see isn’t there. The wrapper is handspun, loose compared to machine-wound plastic and vacuum-sealed packaging, which isn’t odd for handmade taffy. There’s a face in the middle that has wide cheeks and low-lidded eyes, and an altogether sultry look, which is weird because the subject is a… Well she’s a bear. She is subjective here. It’s hard for you to determine what gender ‘she’ is, but she feels roughly right. The puffy lower lip suggests a femme presentation, but the sharp crop in the hair between her round, fluffy ears reads butch at best but probably non-binary. You unwrap the log of processed sugar and put it up to your nose. To your surprise, it doesn’t smell like chocolate. Instead, you’re getting notes of… soft lavender… and rosewater… bergamot… cherry… and a smidge of passionfruit. Weird, but not totally out of left field. Companies these days are always trying to market oddball flavors. This means it’s not really a chocolate roll so much as a strip of taffy. You suspect it’s edible. You hope it’s good. So you pop it into your mouth. The roll slots inside and you begin to chew. Almost the moment your back teeth break the shell and bite into the flavor crystal, you feel a tingling in your gums. “Mmh…” Then the flavor comes. It takes a moment to dribble onto your tongue, a few testing chews, but all the flavors you noticed before are there, distilled and refined to exact detail. They’re embellished with syrup, concentrated into distinct spikes that come in distinct waves, one after the other. “Mmmh… hmhmhm~….” Your lay your head back, zoning out to the sheer saturation. Warmth spreads like thawing ice, flavor seeping past your senses and reaching deeper places, staining it with that wonderful, colorful complexity. Soon it’s not just your cheeks. Your head feels comfortably light, padded with cotton, comfortable. Your teeth are ticklish. You’re salivating, chewing the taffy log like cud, instinctively looking for the next rush, the cool shiver of biting down and tasting something new buried within it. //Lavender. Rosewater. Bergamot.// And it’s not like you do this with every candy you come across, but for some inexplicable reason, it’s hard to rein yourself in. The tingling meanwhile spreads its nascent tendrils, reaching across your lip, along the edge of your cheekbones, filling your earlobes and expanding ways you might almost describe like swelling… //Cherry.// You open your eyes slowly. Your vision is swimming. Somewhere in the back garden of your mind, you hear a soft *pop.* You hear several more, slow and muted, barely audible. It’s louder than the music inside the house, and you’re almost certain that it’s coming from you. Passionfruit. Out of morbid curiosity, you raise your hand and try cupping your face, to feel how warm you really are. But before you reach where your jaw ought to be, your hand encounters a solid, fuzzy wall. //What? Is that hair? No, no it’s. It’s fur.// Your eyes snap open. You poke at the wall with one finger, and feel a ghost of a sensation come through the other side. The tingling dissipates, and weight settles on your neck as you numbly chart the shape of dimples and darkly-colored lips. You squish it and your palm sinks into a round cushion of cheek fat. Something tells you you shouldn’t look down right now. You do anyway. Your eyes narrow. A shape gradually resolves at the bottom of your peripheral vision, pastel, sculpted like a friendly mountain with year-round snow cover of fur, and a rounded peak of moist, pebbly skin. Experimentally, you sniff. The mountain crinkles, and many different scents of the lawn pour into your sinuses. The realization climbs your back, so fast you don’t have a moment to process what it is before your throat constricts and-- [[GULP]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= (oh) (oh shit it.) (it went down.) (you just swallowed the taffy.) Okay stop. Breathe. You take a moment to re-situate. The tangy aftertaste stays in your mouth for a few seconds, and it lingers in the back of your throat where it, well you know. The tingling moves down to your gut, and for the first time in a minute, you have a realistic sensory portrait of what you look like right now. You need a mirror. Glass, a reflective surface, something to check up on yourself. What did that taffy do to you? Unfortunately, you already know the answer. The wrapper flutters at your feet. Your new face looks up at you from the grass-choked tile, pleased with itself. Fuck. You notice a dark window by the hedges and scramble for it. The dim twilight does you no favors, but with enough squinting, you pick out the shape of your shoulders, and the fluffy-cheeked face juxtaposed on top of your neck that could only be your head. Your snout-lips part in a stunned gasp, which would have been terrified if it wasn’t for the suggestion of smirk permanently dimpling the edges of your mouth. You bite a generous lower lip, glossy purple. Your eyes dart, neatly slotted in two purple spots in another wise clean sheet of white from your hairline to the subtle creases of a second chin under your voluminous cheek fur. Your ears twitch, inches higher and rounder than you remember them, bushy with velvet, and the hair around them flows in messy crops, purple instead of your natural color, lightening to warm pink highlights. You can’t believe what you’re seeing, not at least because your head looks totally out of place on you. It looks like someone put a 1.4x multiplier on it, and stretched the features out with their hands until they looked like someone entirely different. There’s you, in your normal clothes, draped over a roseball bush, and then there’s you, the bear, the femme-presenting furry with nearly an inch of brightly colored fur lining huge, rounded sides. Your eyes are substantially bigger, and somehow more expressive despite seemingly being stuck in a half-lid. Your snout extends so far it warps perspective, emphasizing a snuffling triangle nose and hidden fangs - not teeth, fangs - over the perfect circle behind it. You dare to speak. (text-colour:navy)[“Is that… me?”] You hiccup. Your voice sounds wrong. It sounds good, actually - husky and inviting - but it isn’t you. It’s so effortlessly characterized you’re sure it belongs to someone else, and you’re borrowing it somehow, wearing its sultry affect like lipstick. (text-colour:navy)[“This isn’t happening…”] you say hesitantly, and wince when it comes out completely unperturbed. You can’t help but sound satisfied, or even seductive. Your mouth isn’t helping, incapable of making any expression that doesn’t have smug amusement as a foundation. You step back, increasingly worried. Unsure what to do, you pat your heavy cheeks in confusion, hands too small to do more than grab handfuls of cheekfat at a time. What do you do? Mmh, don’t forget where it went. You could have spit it out when you had the chance. Now what’s going to happen? Your face isn’t yours anymore, and that fact would have stung if it didn’t feel as pleasantly full as it does. You can’t even sound upset, even though you know you should be. The tingling ramps up again. You double over, clutching your stomach. The thaw returns, and this time it’s spreading into your gut. You grunt and whine, knees wobbling unsteadily, hands shivering. You have a vague sense wrapping around you - part nausea, part vertigo - that your body is aching to be… ''(text-colour:navy)[Bigger. ]'' You hear a ruffle as your shirt rides up. A belly pushes from underneath the hem, dusted in fine layer of white hairs. Spasms wrack your body. You feel your hand clench up against your will, but no sooner do you try to look at it that claws erupt from the nailbeds, and fingers pop out in rapid succession, swelling into fat, furry sausages dappled with pink pads underneath. They quickly crowd each other, spreading the individual fingers apart until they can barely move, barely squeeze, and where padding creases onto itself, velvet purple fur fills the gaps, leaving you nothing but an ungainly bear paw and a thumb to work with. A bold attempt to wriggle your pants off with your unchanged hand ends in failure. Several jolts of growth add a dozen pounds to your figure at a time, widening your midsection, fattening your thighs, and nearly shoving you down to the ground from the force of violent ass growth. A nub of a tail swells under the seat of your underwear until the elastic snaps, and it tears straight through several layers of fabric. The candy seems intent on making an explosive spectacle of you. Not like you can stop it. You’re paralyzed, at the mercy of competitive pressures, none of them unpleasant. You wince and you grimace and you moan like you love it as your body grows out of your old silhouette, what you were supposed to be tonight. Your shoes squeeze, wrapped around merging, swelling toes so tight you can see the imprint of your new claws before they breach the seam and tear them apart. The texture of cold stone rockets up your fattening legs like a concussive bootheel shock, stealing a hard gasp from your lungs. The more clothes rip, the more fur you can see. You’re overdue for a winter coat, you think, in some perverse non-sequitor, and indeed every part of you is gaining a heavy coat, clinging tightly to your increasingly flabby body. The pattern slowly resembles a heart around your breastbone. White in the middle, following the dip of your figure-defining belly, and monochromatic purple reaching out to the extremities, erasing the humanity of shoulder acne and childhood scars with cartoon uniformity. Up you go, going higher and higher. Your head rises in shuddering spurts above the property fence, as you look on in hopeless confusion. Though poorly prepared for this, your shirt hangs on, even as your body marginalizes it around your shoulders and budding breasts. It pinches your shoulders as the collar bites in your developing neckfolds and that Adam’s apple you didn’t notice until just this second, when it became relevantly yours. As you approach the seven foot barrier, you feel a sharp sting in two spots in your hips. The first is located between your asscheeks, and the cool autumn air on it leaves few doubts as to what it could be. Do they make assholes that big? The second is more revealing. It’s content to sit as a bulge in your crotch until the sides of your pants/skirt/bottoms of choice finally give, and white pubic fur starts peeking through the gaps in the seam. They only grow larger as you gain weight. Nausea diffuses into mid-air grinds, toe squeezes, labored breaths. Sensitivity jumps up and down, too much to control. The fabric rips a little, then a lot, then a surge pushes through it that inspires such a full-body revolt of pleasure through your nerves that you clench up, and your thoughts stop in their tracks. You groan from the back of your throat as a dark spot spreads in your stretched underwear until it rips down the middle, right where the slit of your new fat, throbbing, gender-drunk, cock and sheath are and where your old sex should be. Your eyes shoot open. That signals the end. You drop to your knees, panting hoarsely. Your body quivers as it comes down from an impressive sensory high, stronger but significantly heavier too in every way that matters. Your hands are huge. Your belly juts out, barely bigger than your snout. Your clothes are practically destroyed, barely functional, and you are showing in a big way. Nearly a foot and a half of erect dick is standing out in the open where everyone can see, and hopefully no one can. You can barely touch it, let alone hold it. Whatever you were before - male, female, trans - your body now is firmly transfemme, AMAB-hormonal. You explore yourself tentatively with your paws. Your mind is reeling from the experience, and you can’t begin to parse what you’ve become in holistic terms. It’s all shapes and colors and kinesthetic feedback, and the indelible sensation of having just cum on the spot. You’re hot. You’re seriously fucking hot - but in a deceptive, recriminating way. Your body is attractive despite what it did to you specifically, curvy and pliable and fat and so, so sexually charged. You could only be a porn creature with proportions like this, and that revelation makes you squirm. You hear the lock to the door click. The homeowner - you forgot about them. They must have heard you moaning. Your head shoots up, but you’re far too uncoordinated to go anywhere right now. Instead, you flop backward and land on your ass, clumsily covering your bearcock and balls with your bearpaws and wriggling incoherently, cheeks flush with embarrassment. The knob turns. The door pushes open. Muffled stereo noise fully breaks out of the manor, a bass-boosted version of Saturn Barz with bisexual lighting further into the building. The figure standing in the doorframe is… [[You.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= (text-style:"rumble")[''♫ ALL MY LIFE ♫ ''] You wearing a patch-covered leather jacket. You in XXXL black jeans with a tail hole. You with spiked bracelets and a trans-anarchist fist pin. You with a belt and a fishnet top strung on fur. You in Doc Marten boots specially made to accommodate paws. You with a presence of mind and a calculating intellect, and a smug smirk smug as they take you in. (text-colour:navy)[ “Oh shit,”] you say to your recently transformed self, crinkling your snout in amusement. (text-colour:navy)[“We got a trick’er treater. Welcome to the party, Abigail.” ] (text-style:"rumble")[''♫ ALL MY LIFE ♫ ♫ I’M IN THE STAKIN’ BAR I GOT DEBTS, I’M A DEBASER ♫ ''] Your ears twitch, comprehending the name. It’s yours. (text-style:"rumble")[''♫ ALL MY LIFE ♫ ♫ SATURN’S ABOUT TO MAKE LOVE AND I’M JUST. A HEARTBREAKER ♫ ♫ ALL MY LIFE ♫ ''] Name, face and body configure themselves in an instant. They lock into an identity that you happen to share. You ask the question burning on your lips. Are you…? (text-colour:navy)[“Actually,”] says the bear conversationally. (text-colour:navy)[“It’s my name. You’re borrowing it for the evening. And we are borrowing you.”] We?, you ask. She gestures to the party inside. Several moments later, an Abigail in a red dinner dress steps out, and then another Abi in a Leatherface getup, and then another Abi in an unbuttoned imperial moff uniform, and another Abi painted like Santa Muerte. Six Abis. Eight Abis. Eleven separate Abis. (text-style:"rumble")[''♫ WITH THE HOLOGRAMS BESIDE ME, I’LL DANCE ALONE TONIGHT ♫ ♫ IN A MIRRORED WORLD, ARE YOU BESIDE ME? ♫ ♫ ALL MY LIFE ♫ ♫ DISTORTION ♫ ''] You jaw refuses to close. You mouth words of disbelief. They giggle and finger-wave at you with varying levels of condescension and open intoxication. You’re the object of their affection, the newest sister. They gradually surround you, shuffling into position. and as one they reach down and lift you up to your feetpaws. You need a new costume, they say. Snickers. Maybe you need a shower. You smell your own sweat and dry sex, and a sweet scattering of smells - bergamot, lavender, rosewater and cherry and yes, passionfruit - as they push you and touch you and tease you and grab you. It’s weirdly idiosyncratic. A bunch of bears at a Halloween party, and they are all this incredibly furry transwomen. This confident creature in love with herself. You can’t bring yourself to say ‘why did you do this to me’ or ‘please change me back’ (or a more forcible version of either) because they weren’t the one who put their paws in the candy bowl. They didn’t swallow. Your decisions up to this point were linear, but you own them as much as you own that waistline. Consider this your demonstration of consent. Now that you’re Abigail, all bets are off. Nothing about this orgy-in-motion feels real, but you’re not exactly in a position to resist. Nor do you find that you really want to resist. Your senses are already building associations you can’t shake, and the casual atmosphere is starting to win you over. Shedding your identity makes you want to giggle and talk like them, engage them in banter. Not only that, you feel ideas beginning to take shape. As they carry up the front steps, you suddenly want to share a bottle of cheap wine over nerdy shit. You suddenly want to manhandle a Gamecube controller over several rounds of Kirby Air Ride. You suddenly want to let your inhibitions go and suck a dick on the couch, or make out with your twin in the bathroom, or abandon any pretense of sticking to the second perspective and call yourself Abi in a mirror until it sticks. Abi. (text-colour:navy)[Abi. ] ''(text-colour:navy)[Abi~. ]'' ''(text-colour:navy)[The swirl of narcissism is intoxicating. You want to obsess over yourself. You want to explore the dimensions of your personality as well as your sexuality. You want to bury your face in another version of your pubic bush and huff it until you lose consciousness. The nature of gay shit, as always, is inscrutable and impossible to comprehend before it takes you in its arms, and you realize that you are deeply into it. Whatever you decide to do from this point on, it’s your Halloween. Have fun! Drive home safely. Don’t fill up on cheap shit. And remember this: You can be Abi as long as you want. Just look for the tootsie roll that smells like her, and remember how it felt the last time you gave yourself away. ]'' <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/iFo8T6y.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/sMzyYuz.png"> Individually wrapped. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by Occamsword) ]] [[Take It->the bean]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/4aX3vzS.png"> Smells like 90s chemicals. What is this? (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by vampire ferret) ]] [[Take It->the bloob]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/3Y1fgqA.png"> Not even people food. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by duhad) ]] [[Take It->the treat]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Reaching into the bowl, you pull out… a dog treat? You guess some people might be walking their dogs, but this just seems to be inviting pups to gobble up chocolate while trying to get at a treat. It’s really unsafe and… Did you just eat the dog treat? You barely even remembered doing it, it was like a random impulse, but now its in your mouth, you don’t really want to spit it out. Sure it's dry and a little bland, but it’s not bad and the more you crunch it, the more you feel the urge to just keep chewing. A few pieces of the crumbly biscuit fall from your mouth and again without thinking, you drop to the floor, looking for the small morsels of food even as you continue to eagerly chomp. Your lips no longer bother to close as your sharpening teeth snap the air to catch the majority of bits of food that get loose, your long tongue curling out between bites to help keep everything where it should be. As you keep at it, your body starts to itch and heat up and without conscious thought, you raise your leg and start to scratch yourself, running claw tipped feet across your increasingly hairy sides to deal with the annoying distraction. The need to keep eating though is far more important, you simply cannot let yourself allow small oddities like your lengthening face and furry skin distract you from this tasty treat! Eventually though, all good things must come to an end and at last the last few crumbles of biscuit disappear down your throat or escape your jaws to scatter across the floor. Without hesitation, you lean over, kicking away your baggy, ill fitting clothes as they try to restrain you and then begin to eagerly lick the floorboards, your long, broad tongue catching and drawing out as many of the errant crumbs as you can find. This can only last so long though and all too soon, your wet, sensitive nose cannot find any trace of the treat, despite your best efforts to sniff out some last traces between the cracks in the floor. However, you do smell more biscuits, their scent buried amongst the shiny people treats in the big bowl! Your tail starts to wag and with a happy woof you leap for the bowl, burying your snout into its contents, sniffing and nuzzling your muzzle into the candy to try and fish out more little chalky bones. “WOW! Hey get down!” A voice calls and a second later, you feel someone pull you back, physically lifting you out of the bowl, a shiny wrapper still caught between your teeth. “Hey, that’s NOT for you! Drop it!” [[You look up-]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= - pleadingly, hoping to explain that you were just looking for one of the little dog treats, when you're surprised by the familiar face of your friend! They must have followed you in here after you… barked? You feel yourself freeze, the realization that you barked, that you're covered in fur, that you're standing naked on all fours in front of your friend, all of it hits you like a ton of bricks and all you can do is let out a low, pitiful whine. “Drop it!” Your friend repeats, reaching down and grabbing the candy in your mouth. “Drooop it!” You open your jaws, your tail curling between your legs as you're filled with a deep shame, both for the humiliating situation your friend has found you in and the fact that they look like they might be about to call you a bad dog… “Good girl.” Your friend says, taking the candy from you as you open your mouth. You're not sure, ‘good girl’ is what you SHOULD be called, but… your master called you it, so that has to be right, right? “I knew I should have tightened your leash.” Your friend sighs, pulling a neon pink collar from their back, a silver tag with your name on it dangling from its front. “Hold still girl.” You definitely don’t remember having a collar, but as your friend wraps it around your neck and fastens it tightly, you can’t help, but feel a sense of rightness about having it on. After all, your master needs to keep a hold of you when you're outside so you don’t go running off. The last time you were off your collar… well you ended up here, turning into a dog! Who knows what could happen if you got away again? Your friend hooks a leash to your collar and holds it tight, keeping you firmly at their side as they lead you away from the candy bowl. “Come on girl. Let’s get you home. If you’d gone and got yourself knocked up, the breeder would have never let me hear the end of it!” Your ears perk up and you look to your friend, a questioning woof escaping your muzzle. In response, they reach down and scratch you between the ears. “Don’t worry girl, I know how crazy you’ve been feeling, but pure breeds aren’t allowed to just ‘get treats’ with any random stray. But hey, good news, the breeder said they had someone lined up so just one more week and then we can get you sorted out!” They smile and give the underside of your jaw a rub. “You're gonna be a great mommy, aren’t you girl? Yes you are! Yes you are!” It’s hard to argue with that logic! You wag your tail as your master walks you outside, leaving behind a bowl of candy and a pile of clothes, the last remnants of a life only you will now remember. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/4GpTcKg.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= As you reach into the bowl, your hand closes around a box and you pull it up, hoping it’s something good, and not another pack of expired licorice-flavored gummies. The box is bright, colorful, cartoony, and you guess (based on the presence of a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster in the background) branded merchandise of some theme park. You can’t tell which one, though, because it’s written in no language you understand – in fact, you’ve never seen that kind of writing before. Cartoon animals in various costumes smile vacantly: a cowboy fox, a skunk princess, an astronaut capybara. The box is also suspiciously light, and when you shake it there’s a very distinct rattling. On closer inspection, it seems to have been already opened and hastily closed again. Dubiously, you open the tab and shake out, onto your palm… //One// jelly bean. It’s pale pink, and feels fresh, or at least not rock-solid, but you can’t help but feel a bit ripped off. Shrugging anyway, you pop it into your mouth and chew. It’s cotton candy flavored. Decent enough. Then, when you swallow the bean, the aftertaste hits you, and does it ever hit you. Simultaneously you taste perfume, some sort of fabric, and sweat. It’s like you swallowed a gym sock. You gag, turning and looking for somewhere to spit. (text-colour:purple)[// But you don’t spit. It’s not proper, anyway, and it would spoil the experience. // ] Those thoughts come to you out of nowhere, and along with them you stiffen immediately, with a little (text-colour:purple)[//“Harrumph!" //]It's almost cute, but you definitely didn’t mean to say that, and you clasp a hand to your mouth. You’re met with…mesh? Some kind of fabric? You press at it, curiously, expecting to feel something underneath. The surrealism of it takes a moment to register, and you instead confusedly turn to look at your reflection in the nearest window. A huge, ridiculous smile has spread across your face, far too large for it. Your teeth seem to have fused into a pair of thin, solid white strips to the top and bottom, and between your lips is a mostly-concealing kind of netted fabric. You don’t know the name, but you know where you’ve seen it before: on the kind of mascot suits they have at sports games and theme parks, so the performer can look out from behind it. [[Or on furry suits, you guess. ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= As you watch, your eyes widen, involuntarily, taking on a glassy-eyed look that rapidly grows to huge, simple ovals of white with black button pupils. They’re plastic? You think it’s plastic, but you can still, somehow, see out of it. In fact, the rest of your head is taking on a soft, stitched together appearance, of fabric and foam, a facsimile of your former face. Are those golden //horns// poking through the top of your head, itching like mad? No, you realize with a jolt, they’re the prongs of a crown. The kind of cartoon crown you’ve just seen on the character on that box. But she was a— On cue, a strip of pure white runs from the top of your head down to your nose, which twitches and turns into a red, oval tomato-like shape, soft to the touch – at least it doesn’t honk when you press it //(text-colour:purple)[(that would be undignified!)]//. It does pull itself outward with a faint tingle, though, taking your newly permanent smile with it. Your ears slide up, shifting into simple cartoonish triangles as the crown (your crown) finishes emerging, permanently attached to the skunk mask that your face has become. Because whoever designed this needed to remind anyone looking that this is a lady skunk, you develop half-circles of purple eyeshadow and long, simple eyelashes, as well as a faint pinkish touch to the fabric fur of your cheeks. At least it’s sort of regal? That’s what the part of you concerned with your dignity insists, anyway, over the objections from the rest of you. Then again, your dignity is seeming increasingly important, overall. Royal demeanor, and all that, it’s what everyone expects you to be like. A wild thought strikes you, and you reach up and tug at the sides of your head, pulling upwards. It’s surprisingly difficult, considering the material, but at last your head comes free with a pop and you’re left looking down at the rest of you – minus your head. The mascot head is decidedly empty. It’s so unsettling that you promptly reattach it firmly. The hands that do so have turned into puffy, hollow versions of the white gloves with the classic black bars of cartoon fame, and you flex them nervously. Below them, your wrists bulge unpleasantly, and though it doesn’t hurt, you can’t help but feel disturbed to see them reshape into an abstract, simplified version of fancy lace cuffs. Instinctively, you flail, trying to get them off, and the sight of your rapidly-emptying arms loosely flipping about startles you enough to stop at the moment the changes reach your shoulders. Your arms now appear to be clad in a burgundy dress matching the picture – which is made even more immediate when those shoulders inflate up to cantaloupe size and gain stripes, a pastiche of princess fashion. It feels like you’ve taken a deep breath that refuses to be let out as you will yourself to turn your gaze downward. Whatever you had before, you now have a curvy skunk woman’s torso in costume form, padded on the inside for a nonexistent wearer. There’s a lace collar cleverly hiding where your head joins it, too, and you awkwardly pull at it despite yourself. With your top half being so light, it feels like you’re in danger of falling over – or falling apart – at any moment, but that’s soon to be rectified. You stumble and lean against a nearby wall, looking down to see that you’re now wearing ridiculous platform heels, presumably to stand out from the crowds, and of course, they’re attached to petite, empty skunk paws. Your dress top pulls down before you can see more of it, but you can see what you were wearing disappearing and being replaced by foam faux-fur. Cautiously, you step away and find that you’ve adjusted to your new heights and have a fine, almost delicate step appropriate for someone so refined. Or maybe it’s just a parade gait, you don’t know. You were still missing one important aspect of both balance and being a skunk, however, and the shuffling in the back of your new dress gives it away if you haven’t figured it out already. Your hands reach back and you feel a slit in the back of the fabric as something soft and wide emerges and then unfolds, rolling out like a carpet. Yes, it’s your tail, of course, and you’re able to twist your head all the way about to watch it as it grows and expands. Clearly, this is where the majority of the budget on the suit went, because it’s incredibly soft to the touch, even to your clumsy glove-fingers. You’re even able to watch the white lines of a cartoon skunk spread straight down it like an invisible paint roller was following it. Suddenly, even though you have only a cartoonish nose, you’re able to smell something rising through the air. That sweat of a costume worn long hours in the sun is there at first, and you give an involuntary, theatrical and dainty cough that matches your alleged dignity. It’s soon followed by a different scent, though, faint at first but then overwhelming. It’s the scent of more cotton candy, and popcorn, and of fresh flowers that may be your perfume. At once it’s brand new and intensely familiar, and as it hits you, you remember everything. [[You know who you are.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You’re a skunk who’s somehow still a princess despite being an adult woman ruling a kingdom alone. Your job is mainly to walk around looking fancy and wave to tourists visiting your home, which you suppose isn’t really that different from most other royalty, these days. You don’t leave the park, but why would you want to? Adoring crowds, stylish seasonal wardrobes, taking part in great parades, you’ve it all. Speaking of which, you’ve been away from your position at your throne for far, far too long! Where has it even gone to? You look around in a comical parody of distress, more pantomime than genuine emotion. At first, you see nothing, but then you hear it clearly: the trumpets announcing that a new day at the park is beginning! You leave behind the rest of the wrappers with their text that you can’t understand – is that even a language? – and grab the box with your face on it, tucking it in a large felt purse you didn’t realize you had until just now. Time to head home. You march back into the light, passing the gate as it closes behind you. There’s much work to be done to ensure everyone has a good time. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/zmKuAny.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You dig through the candy, searching for something good. ‘Take one!’ only matters if the thing you take is worth it, after all, but whatever’s in this bin is all off-brand junk. Eventually, you feel it under your fingers, hard plastic that’s just a hair too sticky – some weird tube of blue goo that smells sickly sweet and seems just //perfect.// The lid takes an age to crack off, and it looks like whatever sugar or sweetener was used in the liquid has started to crystallize to the lid, making a matte crust of cyan granules. As you open the candy, the light on the porch shuts off, the street going dark house by house. You step away from the porch into the cool dark of the evening, dipping a finger into the tube to taste the candy. It’s… not quite sweet, but not quite sour either, clinging to your throat like a cheap pill coating and filling the back of your nose with the tang of old vinegar. Despite it not tasting quite like anything you’ve had before, it’s not //un//pleasant – might as well finish it. Better that than cursing someone’s front yard to be ant central for the next century. Every drop on your tongue starts to taste just a little sweeter – a little more pleasant, a little less clingy in your throat, but what doesn’t diminish is that vinegar tang. It hovers in your nostrils, a noxiously chemical sour that would surely have spoiled your appetite if the flavor of the candy itself wasn’t growing on you. By the time you’ve reached the corner of the street, the tube’s already empty, leaving you to lick out the last of the sweet tasting stuff from the lip. This close to your eye, you can finally catch a glimpse of what you missed on the porch; a blob of gluey adhesive sitting near the lip of the tube, the kind used to affix little packets and packages to other containers or items when things were bundled together. Maybe this was meant to be a mixed candy? It would explain the weird lack of a flavor… might even have killed the vinegar that’s still hanging in your throat. It almost feels like its// burning, //now, but that couldn’t be right. Nobody would sell a candy that could give you chemical burns if you didn’t mix it right, [[… right? ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You cough, and a gob of thick slime lands on your hand, sliding down to the cement with a wet splat that showers your skin and shoes in electric blue. It’s a small mercy in the wake of the boiling sensation in your throat, climbing through your body into your chest and shooting down your limbs. Every inch of your body feels like it’s on// fire,// pain bubbling up, out of your throat and onto the ground in a stream of vivid cyan that hollows you out. Plastic rattles against the sidewalk as you fall to your knees, and let the world steady around you. You try to take another look at the candy but find your vision blurry, the world tinted faintly cerulean. You blink, and feel sticky streaks of candy weeping down your cheeks, eyes bleeding azure under cloudy skies. Perhaps what’s most shocking is the complete lack of pain at this point, body boiling in an icy comfort that leaves you nervous, but otherwise fine. Your fingers feel numb and icy, and the plastic tube fully falls from your grip at this point as your hands begin to lock up and sweat profusely. Your lungs ache with the pressure of your candy induced coughs, heaving up another stream of sickly-sweet slime that pools against your legs and tingles on your skin. Your body feels empty now, like you’ve lost the contents of your stomach, or maybe just lost your stomach entirely? You try to pinch at your midriff but your arms are sticky and soupy and unresponsive as they drip with vivid cerulean that’s perfectly transparent – enough to see the complete lack of flesh and bone beneath as your upper limbs begin to drip and stream onto the rough concrete beneath your feet. Whatever sense of panic you try to dredge up in the wake of this revelation seems to be just as numb as the rest of your discomfort, trapped in a sealed barrel of all your uncomfortable feelings – perfectly contained even as you feel your hips give a wet pop and slide under your weight, slamming your sodden face into the sludge puddle your body is slowly melting into. From here you can see the empty tube of candy once again, though your body? Your slime? Your mass doesn’t respond to your desperate pleas to just //move// and bring it fully into view, leaving you with only a glimpse of faded print on the label – “-and when your tastebuds have had enough of our radical flavor, wash it all down with the attached Sour Salts!” Whatever else it might say is nearly impossible to make out with the cyan filter over the world, senses washed away into the dull bubbling of melting flesh and the all-consuming taste of sickly-sweet vinegar. As your clothing begins to drift out of the mass of your puddled body, it almost seems like the end of your plight. Your body has been wracked by chemicals long recalled and forgotten from memory, but fate has one more joke in mind. The clouds overhead flash, thunder rumbles. The first drops land on your ‘back’, and your thoughts drift and dilute into the oncoming rush of water as you slowly trickle away towards the storm drain… <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/dZOGQMK.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/TDS4Xxt.png "> Oh, worm? (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by ifeelodd) ]] [[Take It->the woim]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/FsqlL0E.png"> Nostalgic novelty poopping candy. Smells like moss. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by ifeelodd) ]] [[Take It->the bog]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You hold the shriveled little baggy of black and green plastic, swishing it around idly in one hand. Tiny little flakes of crystal sugar rattle around on the inside. The consistency you can feel from squeezing the outside of the package reminds you a little of hamster bedding. It’s a strangely familiar motion, shaking the little baggie around. Although… you don’t remember them making this candy in fun size packages, you only really remember seeing it in those big looking boxes in the store. Still, though, nostalgia's a hell of a drug, and you’re pretty sure the rest of the stuff in that bowl are all knock-offs anyway. You eagerly hold the bag in one hand, looking down at the logo. Lime green bubble letters proclaim these to be - '' “BOG ROCKS”. '' Ah. //Figures. //Well, you’ve already taken it, haven’t you? Walked right off the porch and down the street and everything. You could go back, but - honestly what would the point of that even be? All the candies were weird, it’s not like you were gonna find a snickers bar in there or something. Hell, it probably tastes the same as the real deal anyway. What even are pop rocks? You peel the little ridged plastic top of the baggie open and shake a few onto your hand. What comes out are a few dark green flakes that smell like old poolwater. That’s… a bit disconcerting, but - hey, you’ve already gotten this far! You pinch up a few and carefully place them on your tongue. Then, you wait. …No reaction so far. Can popping candy go bad? You can taste something like… matcha, maybe, which slowly dilutes into your spit as the candy dissolves. It honestly isn’t horrible, even though it feels a little more like eating fish flakes then a novelty candy snack. There’s a strangely savory aftertaste you aren’t sure how you feel about, almost a little fatty and strangely sour. You pour some more onto your hand and place them onto the swollen flat of your tongue, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth in green little strands. You slide it back and swallow, a bit surprised at how much of it pushes against the roof of your mouth, but you find the taste more than makes up for the awkward means of entry. It’s the same as before but… now it’s… satisfying? Scratches some sort of itch. You like how it thickens the drool in the back of your throat, coats your tongue in a sticky film that feels good to scrape against the sides of your roundening cheeks.You swallow again, and feel how that slick texture travels down the inside of your throat, chased by the dangling tip of your tongue that lolls down backward into your throat. You take another handful, but then- [[A tingling in your neck]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= //Urp! // You feel something spark somewhere in your neck, or maybe just really far back in the throat. A spasm, almost a popping but, but not. Your neck muscles tighten and you feel the slightest protrusion coming out from the inside, like your adams apple (or what you would imagine one to feel like) tried to lurch forward to press against your skin. The feeling settles as you Begin to think it over, and suddenly you're swallowing even more rocks down as the feeling comes again and- (text-style:"fidget")[//Urrp! //] That. What was //that?// Was that a burp? Might’ve been, but burps don’t usually feel like that coming out. You - You aren’t sure what that was. As you ponder this troubling development you look down at the bag, at your shaking, clammy hands. Your fingertips seem fatter and rounder then they should be, blobbing out some to create little nodules at the end. You wiggle your fingers experimentally and find them strangely hard to separate, drawn back together by some sort of invisible urge to keep them pressed tight. Something about that feeling of the skin between bubbling up, swelling between the gaps in a slimy film… You don’t know. All you really care about right now is that you're hungry, and that you're hungrier than you've ever remembered being before. You take a few more in your slick, discolored palm, clumsily carrying them up to your wide flabby mouth as your lips dwindle away. You feel your tongue, but it’s not… bending right. Like it’s backwards, or there’s some sort of muscle holding it down there. As you fidget with it your cheeks push out and the ridges around your eyes begin to thicken. You decide this doesn't matter and toss the little flakes back in, tasting them on the way down, and once again that sensation begins building up. You (urp) Aren’t sure// (Urrrrp)// what that (rrrrrpp) is, but each time it happens sends sparks of pleasure up through your hindbrain, vibrating out from that swelling little patch of skin on your neck. Each pop, each little bulge, you’re absolutely taken by the growing flood of sense data. But it’s fading too fast! Frantically you cram another handful of candy into your maw. The end of your tongue slides a little bit outside your mouth, and you absentmindedly tuck the tip back in with a fingertip. You angle yourself outward so your head faces the sky, feeling your nose sinking into your swelling face as you- (text-style:"buoy")[//UrrRRRp.//] As you- (text-style:"buoy")[''RrRRrrr''//pppp. //] You… wait, something clicks. You got it! You bring your head back, palm your throat pouch, and [[uurrRRRRIBBBIT! ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Your tongue shoots free, whipping out from the inside of your maw like a slingshot. The tip splats against the ill fitting scraps of cloth riding up along your chest. You pat a clumsy webbed hand into the growing slosh of your green belly, watching speckled browns and greens overtake your dwindling human pigment as the sheen of mucus begins to grow. You can feel the constant weight of your tongue lolling out over your forearm, all but grazing the floor as you fruitlessly struggle to stuff it back in. Your cheeks bulge with the weight of your clumsy attempt. As you step back your ramping feet burst from their shoes, splayed and webbed, and you collapse to the floor with an audible splat. ''(text-colour:green)[(text-style:"buoy")[ GrrRrroak.]]'' The sound comes unbidden. Though the taste of the candy is gone, something it was giving you remains as a permanent fixture in your mind. This urge to puff yourself up, to make noise, to show everyone what a big slimy warty thing you are. To feel your long tongue shhhlick against the membrane of your inner throat. Thoughts of spawning, rubbing slits, soaking in the water… You croak. The membrane of your throat sack inflates like a balloon. Your shoulders pop as your limbs fatten and your posture forces your face toward the ground.. You open your budding snout as wide as it can go and crane your neck to try and locate the candy. Your neck is gone by the time you spot it but who cares about that shit - the candy, the candy yes, that’s what matters!! You rrrbbbt need more so you(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:green)['' rRRRIBBBT '']]can be bigger, so you (text-colour:green)[(text-style:"tall","buoy")[GrrRROAK]] can (text-style:"expand","tall","rumble")[(text-colour:green)[''RRRRIBBIT'']] (text-colour:green)[//lay eggs neeed mate need wet need taste. //] Your eyes bulge out while you dart your tongue to snap up the last few flakes from the floor. The taste has dulled some, but the sheer satisfaction of sending out your tongue and swallowing is just as potent a motivator. The bag vanishes into your gullet, as does what used to be your shoes. As you balloon in size and your belly pancakes against the street you blink sluggishly. One eye at a time closes and no human light remains when they open. You croak and croak and croak for a mate, hopping down the road to the horrified stares of passersby. All of you wobbles when you move. Each lunge forward sends the great mass of your gut hitting the street, your fat webbed hands splaying out and leaving slime prints in your path. When a car bearing down on you screeches to a halt the noises coming out of the pink thing inside dosen’t even register anymore. You just heave yourself up onto the car, feel your weight force a dent into the painted metal, and leap off back down to the street. Not important(text-colour:green)[ Don’t need it. Need mate, need croak for finding mate, need spawn need eggs need mate. ] (text-colour:green)[(text-style:"rumble")['' Rrribbit. Grrribbit, GrrRROAK.'']] ...Finally, you hear something that stirs a warmth through your chest. A tiny little chirp, returning your call, somewhere off in the far distance. A response rumbles out of your wet doughy mass as you dart off towards the nearest lake as fast as froggedly possible. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/sEFXLAl.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= On rifling through the bowl your hands graze past different packages of all shapes and colors. One in particular catches your interest, something towards the bottom. At first you’re a little scared you’ll be breaking that “take one” rule by grabbing it, since it feels so big, but on really getting in there and squishing it between your fingers you confirm that it is in fact just one very large strand of something wrapped in plastic casing. You squish part of it between two fingers and gingerly yank it free, watching the colorful segments rise from the surface of the pile like a magician's endless handkerchief trick. It just… keeps going…. until you’re holding an impressive two feet of coiled gummy worm thick as your arm. Just looking at it next to the bowl it came from raises questions to the logistics of this that will not be getting answered. But more importantly - fuck yeah, SCORE! This has to be the best thing in there, at least by square footage. You position one end of the worm toward your mouth and tear free a little hole in the plastic with your teeth. Your hand goes in to stretch the hole a little wider, and the tip of the worm falls free into your palm like a lizard shedding its skin. There’s something vaguely phallic about the whole affair as you bring the tip to your mouth and take the biggest bite you can manage. The taste is sweet and syrupy on your tongue, strangely thick given the consistency of the gummy when you bite it. The chunks dissolve into a treacle when you swallow. You spend a second just kind of strangely aware of your own throat, and your li[s tickle slightly towards the end of the whole thing. You aren’t really sure how you felt about the taste one way or another, honestly. But.. well, fuck, you have a lot of it left to go through. [[Maybe the next bite could clear things up? ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Your lips tingle again as you swallow another mouthful of worm. All that sugar is starting to leave a greasy residue on your face. You raise an arm to wipe the gunk off on your sleeve, only to find the material has grown baggy at the end. You look at it with passing confusion. You.. your arm should be there, right? Your hand at least? You wiggle around against the fabric, confused by the strange amount of space it seems to have now. With each moment that passes it only seems to grow baggier. There’s definitely something in there, you can feel the fingers when you clasp them against the dwindling surface of your palm, but… it’s… sinking? Receding into itself, losing shape, like the wax of a melting candle. Some instinctive part of you is waiting for the tremendous pain to hit but it just… never does. Honestly you can’t even bring yourself to panic. Or… externally emote about it at all, really. All you can manage is a “hrrk… gll..” Before the words turn to spit in your drooly, uncoordinated maw- Mouth. Your mouth, you have a mouth, because you’re a person. As you mull this all over your normal arm brings the tip of the giant gummy worm back up to your face. You take another hefty few bites. Chew, swallow. Your skin begins prickling all over. Another bite, and that wetness in your face is spreading down to the fattening bands of your neck. You hold the worm in your teeth so as to free up a hand to feel the growth, finding something cool to the touch and sticky instead of your skin. Something bumpy, segmented, ridged… Your numbing jaw moves to take another greedy bite just as you feel your wriggling fingers shlorp into the surface of your torso. The weight redistributes, and your shoulders sink inward. It’s getting harder to move your head. Or… maybe it ‘s that your neck is growing? Maybe it’s both. When you try to step back to check yourself you stumble a bit over the massive clownshoes you could’ve sworn were a little tight this morning. You try to splay your toes for balance but they just feel like one squishy mass that folds inwards immediately as you thump down onto the pavement. It should hurt, but it doesn't. All of you feel softer then it should and the impact just seems to make your insides wriggle against each other. You watch the gummy worm dangle there from your mouth with a detached sense of panic, like watching a video of someone else's computer getting bricked. You feel sympathetic for the theoretical person who's gulping down more desperate bites of the candy even as their genitals shrink away and their ass smooths out, never again fit for human pleasure, but obviously it isn’t happening to YOU. You know you would freak out more if you were permanently turning into a worm. You have a life! You’d find a way to stay a person no matter what. Call for help, get a freind, at least find someone to take care of you before you lose your ability to communicate. But since the thing swallowing down segment after segment of the worm without even stopping to notice their teeth are falling out isn't panicking, you know that it can’t be you. Because you know yourself and the things you wouldn’t do, right? [[Quick question, what’s your name? ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= No, seriously. You can’t remember. The thing in your mouth tastes good, but it’s far too big for you to keep your head up while you hold it. The weight sends you bending down towards the ground, segments pressing up against the cloth thing you’re surrounded by. You taste the sickly sweet fluid from where something with teeth had bitten it before and it makes your setae tingle. You squirm yourself forward as your legs fatten into a singular segmented tube, and you blink your sunken eyes. There's food here, in front of you. You have to keep eating. As you continue to shrink and the candy in turn grows you burrow deep into its surface. The material is a good deal less grainy than what you think you should be eating, but you manage to chew your way in regardless. The taste is so much heavier now, too. God… the way it seeps into every sagging part of you, a constant thrum of pleasure through your simplifying cortex. You aren’t sure if you used that word right but you aren't sure what words are, or what right means, or how much of you is gonna be here by the time you finish eating. ‘Finish’ eating feels a bit wrong to think, though, doesn't it? You aren’t going to finish eating, that’s not what you do. Your body is a single tract designed to process, eating is one of your only constant functions. And sure enough, you find yourself further sinking into the candy, taking its sweetness inside yourself. You worry about what your friends might say if they knew you were a worm but you don;t remember any of their faces anymore so it feels like a moot point. The texture is nice. Your segments churn in simple pleasure at the fulfillment of a process. You’ve made your way further along, now, almost to the surface. You don’t normally leave the ground unless you get washed up by heavy rain but… but.. Why are you trying to leave, anyway? You could’ve sworn there was something you were doing. But that can’t be true, can it? What else would there be if not this. You turn around, retreating back further into the gummy. That feels nice. That feels right. That’s where you're supposed to be. You’re a few inches tall and this is all you need, all you're made for, all you are. The world is delicious and you are to sample its flesh, and this is all you hope for. Eventually, someone picks up the gummy worm from the floor. A group of kids staying up late all laughing at the size of the thing, at bite marks that taper off to a little symmetrical hole further in. One of them tips it over and shakes it. Out you fall through the dark onto his hands. He sees you, then, and you know for that moment he can see whatever remnants are left of your face. The kid screams and tosses you into a nearby heap of compost, flanked on either side by his jeering friends. You fly through the air and sink into the loamy soil. This is right. This tastes good. A gentle rain begins as you feel the pull of the earth. Your eyes close up and smooth over. Silently, an earthworm disappears into the ground just a few feet away from a discarded pair of clothes. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/LRcRNu3.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src= "https://i.imgur.com/Fr7yCzz.png"> Distinct candy paw of pocket-monster fame. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by pkhtjim) ]] [[Take It->the evee]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You try to trace your steps how you got into this space. How much time passed since you were drawn to the promise of candy? Memory is a little fuzzy with that important detail of the house you don’t recognize and the candy jar. Said jar is a cheap orange jack-o-lantern that would not be out of place from a dollar store, like the decorations that herald it. Their painted eyes draw you closer with their off center black printed eyes. You swear the molded plastic teeth chatter as you look mesmerized. You snap out of the daze with an impulse to step before the jar at the top of the steps. Your fingers go deep into the sea of candy, disinterested in the name brand candies and their wrappers being the same damned things you see every year. They brush up against a softer candy, having a bit of give as you squeeze it between your fingertips. You pull it out. It’s an unwrapped piece of candy, looking like a three toed cartoonish paw made of sugar covered gummy. There is a bit of weight to it fitting in the center lines of your palm. The design of the found candy is a flood of colors that are swirled together in a mess of colors. They are a fiery red, earthy brown, electrifying yellow, sea blue, leafy green, glimmering silver, a gentle pink, and a deep purple. It looks like someone captured a mesmerizing nebula to a confectionary delight. Caution never registers your consciousness, wondering if the sweet tastes as good as it looks. As fast as you find the candy, you pop into your mouth. The moment your tongue touches the candy, an explosion of flavor floods your senses. The smell of a candy store floods your nose. The recalled feeling of childhood desire to get candy feels more important at this moment than paying your bills at the end of the month. The taste somehow feels familiar despite knowing you never tasted this wonderful blend of hazelnut and root beer without being bitter. As you roll the candy over your tongue, feeling the texture of a circle split into halves with a chalky sugar ball between them, you feel your chest get warm. The cozy sensation brings you to find that tiny portable ball by tongue feel and want more of what this dynamic candy can share. You bite down. The crunch is satisfying. Flavor erupts into a new phase. You swear you can taste the best root beer float ever made with pure vanilla ice cream mixing with the gentle browns of the just sweet soda. The essence of such a treat makes you sigh in delight. [[That’s when you feel it.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You look down, expecting to see your normal footwear. You do, but your feet are rapidly growing way too tight. The soft material can’t mess with expanding feet, the pressure building to see your skin start to be exposed. With a soft pop, the seams of your shoes split apart. Larger, broader feet flex sore muscles, being a good 15 inches long, well beyond human normal sizes. Your toes clench as you see your toenails turning a rich dark brown. They look painted, but tapping them on the floor feels as thick and strong as hooves. These feet feel solid planted firmly on the floor. Brown skin glistens with sweet clean scents reminding you of creme candies, showing proof of the lighter colored skin underfoot. With the brown skin, soft fluffy anklet tufts of short brown fur, sprouts with itchy prickles. Your nails scritch these fur covered spots as if you always had Eevee Pokemon Hybrid legs and feet. You should be freaking out. Nothing about this is normal. However, the dulling flavor of the candy in your mouth mitigates any notion of panic. Squinting eyes try to focus on how you would normally ask why you are changing, but a new heavy step feels liberating. You feel like a good kick could bring down a wall, and not hurt one bit. The flavor is getting old, so you chew the gummy candy. Citrus floods your taste buds in a crackling static burst. It brings you to a summer thunderstorm smelling of ozone and a cool refreshing lemonade after a while in the water. Energy shoots up your arms. You fall right to your palms. Stomping your hands on the floor, your palms stretch out longer with pops of muscle. Thumbs slide up to be next to the other four fingers. Wiggling shrinking digits leaves the gentle clean lemony sweat from new toes flexing to a sense of excitement. Your stomping of palms becomes pressing as soft heels form from your wrists. Arches show pale white soles and now front feet shifting, leaving you on the floor literally on all fours. Sunshine yellow skin covers your thickening arms to thighs as shins, becoming a quadruped with longer black toenails pointed to longer black toenails. Jolteon feet would be spry enough to handle these new energetic steps. You feel like you can spend a whole day playing dancing rhythm games on those feet. The idea makes you laugh giddy. You chew once again. A day at the beach floods your nose with memories of walking past saltwater and sunny sand. Being handed a bag of saltwater candy, homemade, and taking a bite, gives your nostrils the smell of blueberries. Calm from the profound silence of the ocean depths floods you to be as easy as the water. Latent electricity in your veins is quenched, replaced by a fluid, languid coolness. It flows through you, a gentle current. The skin behind your ears itches fiercely, then stretches. You feel a delicate webbing form between the new, long, fin-like extensions that have grown there—elegant, bone colored fins with a dark blue trim and cap with a center fin moves your hair aside to frame your face. Your neck opens up a soft white membrane that flutters open, bringing your eyes to open wide in their calm black pools. You gently pant as your jaws press out into a canine muzzle, nostrils blackening to a wet dog nose, figuring yourself out. You want someone to look into your eyes and see the calm, deep pools you feel inside. You want a connection that goes beyond words, a silent, empathetic bond that reflects a Vaporeon sharing the same traits of a mermaid. [[Before you can utter a feral call behind sharper teeth, you nibble once again.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Before you can utter a feral call behind sharper teeth, you nibble once again. Cinnamon floods you. Your mind flows from the beach to a bonfire to keep warm from the cold. It’s the heart of a bonfire, the taste of summer pavement, to the smoldering glow of embers. Fire burns through your entire body, seeking to explode. Yellow fur erupts from your backside, fluffing out, becoming a magnificent tail swaying happily. There are torn pants and underwear ripped apart to reveal your floofy cloud of tail. This doesn’t bother you. You utter out a drawn out Pokemon self-identifying part, “Flaaaaaareon…”, before sighing with an internal flame in your belly snuffed by your water type self. Confidence tingles while regulating your body temperature. Regulating your internal temperature seems like a thing you can do by feel, and you take care to not want to burn the glorious treat in your lips. You nibble thinking of colder things. Frosty peppermint chills your chest. You see yourself leaning against the glass display of an array of flavors in an ice cream shop. The refreshing chills make you tremble from behind as ice starts to form upon your back. Your four feet dig to the floor as you feel your back lengthen and strain that shirt off for more changes to latch onto you. As the shirt tears away to the floor, you feel the warmth of the room billow out smoke like dried ice exposed to the air. Icicles erupt from your skin from sweat. Around it, your skin turns to a light blue that spreads across it. A pair of dark blue shapes act like unique markings for the Glaceon side of you. You wonder if your ice would be a tasty-shaved ice if you nibbled it. Eagerness makes you gnaw at the gummy. It’s shrinking. Chewing brings about the growing taste of apples. Was it from a pie with family? Or was it from a delicious tarty Fuji apple? The flooding memories from earlier aren't nearly as focused as it once was. You hoped it wouldn’t end. Sounds of slow crinkling sprouts emerge from your bare chest. They grow from the remaining human skin of your torso in random places. The apple smells stronger as you’re able to produce such a sweet scent. Tan skin covers the side of your chest not covered in cold skin. A mark of confusion has you wondering if you started with breasts before you have your candy. Squinting eyes are unable to recollect properly. A murmur of “Leaf…eon…” tells you it feels nice with this pair of breasts sustaining with your sprouts. A low rumble from the back of your throat has this space emerge a second pair of breasts smaller than the one you may have started with, then another one below that sloshes with life. You wonder if the sprouts could grow to some juicy apples for others to enjoy. The candy is smaller now with a dissolving core. Licorice tastes funny like a bitter weed. It’s a mysterious flavor that you can’t gather a memory from. It’s a secret whispered in the dead of night. The black pools flood with red ink, blinking into focus with frustration. Sharp red eyes try to focus the many parts of you together. Looking around for prey with the Umbreon eyes, they are unable to focus as the candy is enough to not stalk prey as easily as you can sleep. A calming flavor rolls in your tongue and breaks through the darkness. A thought eases your mind. In the backyard of a childhood dwelling, fresh linens are drying outside on clothespins on a line. Lavender brings your mind back at ease at its soothing effects. Meditating in patience for your clothes to dry brings a small protrusion between your eyes. A focused red stone is proof of your psychically reinforced mind. Espeon makes sure that the many parts of you can hold together as one. Eyes widened. The taste in your mouth is becoming a memory. Your bites dissolve the candy into sugary ribbons dissolving in your hungry lips. The strings of cotton candy spinning around your tongue leave a strong sense of longing, as if wondering when you could get more candy. You deserve it. Out of your throat, opening flexing skin hardens below your chin. A pretty organic bow of pale cream with pink towards the center halves flutter over your throat, obscuring what might be under it. Feeler-like ribbons flutter out of the butterfly bow, growing down past your shoulders and end under your control. Lacking arms, these pink and blue ribbons flex at the end of the stretchy growths. Like this, your Sylveon accessories are both cute and functional. Chimeric eyes blink into focus. You flex four legs, wiggle all 20 of your toes, sway your tail, and extra limbs. All of Eevee and their evolutions are all now a part of you with that special candy you found. Red eyes with black irises blink as they look for something to do. You sniff. That candy jar is still around. Nothing inside seems to be as important as the treasure you enjoyed. With your mind your own without the throes of candy flooding your mind, a need forms. There has to be someone else in the neighborhood to pet your head, and ask how you look. A sly grin forms as you descend from the steps. Speak in Poke-speak? Or use English? You pad away to find out what you will use to the first creature you can find. <img src ="https://i.imgur.com/mFPLIB6.png"> [[SCUZZ]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/Uuin65Z.png"> Slightly wet to the touch. (text-style:"subscript","buoy")[(text-colour:orange)[(Ending by unsavoryrepute) ]] [[Take It->the whawbreaker]] [[Do Not->Approach CANDY BOWL]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= You let out a cough, rubbing at your throat - that candy feels like it's stuck, a gummy mass at the base of your tongue. Then you cough again, your eyes bulging as it swells, letting out a choke as it grows harder to breathe. Instinctively, you try to force your jaws shut as the thing in your throat grows to fill your mouth, tears and drool mingling as you struggle with yourself. Your body begins to spasm, and dark red stains soak into the ankles of your jeans while skin and nails slough from your fingers. As your body strains and withers, staining your loosening clothes with gore, your jaws force themselves open as your eyes roll up in their sockets. Never fear. A new eye rests, unblinking between your jaws. [[And it is growing.]]

(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"double","groove")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:orange)) =><= Blood drips into empty shoes as the remains of your body begin to rise silently into the air, clothes sloughing off of the twining tendrils that had once been a person. Your old jaws force themselves wider and wider apart as the eye grows monstrously huge, rising above the rooftops. What was once a pretty face contorts, compressing in on itself as your circumference dwarfs it, hair and teeth raining down until all that is left of you is one great, baleful eye, ocular tendrils trailling from a glorious, gory mass at the base of your stalk, staring silently at the city below. <img src = "https://i.imgur.com/DcLPUC6.png " > [[SCUZZ]]