Easter Surprise - Egg Girl TF
Tags: Inanimate, Vore, Permanent, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Easter, Food TF, Goo TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Easter Surprise - Egg Girl TFThe apartment smelled like something between a diner and a chemistry lab. That was nor…
The apartment smelled like something between a diner and a chemistry lab. That was normal. Living with Heidi meant getting used to smells that shouldn't exist, sounds that came from nowhere and finding things in the fridge that were definitely not food... or were food... or used to be food... or would it become food depending on the phase of the moon. Tom had been dating Heidi for a year and a half. He was twenty-five, six foot one, with sandy brown hair and a jaw that was finally starting to look sharp thanks to four months of dedicated gym work. He'd gone from soft and average to lean and defined, the kind of transformation that came from five AM alarms and chicken breast for every meal. His shoulders had broadened. His arms filled out his t shirts. He had visible abs for the first time in his life and he was proud of every single one of them. Heidi had offered to do it with witchcraft. Just a snap and a mumble and he'd have the body of a Greek god. He'd said no. He wanted to earn it. She'd smiled at that, a genuine smile that crinkled the freckles on her nose, and told him that was exactly why she loved him. She was twenty-four. Short, five foot three, with wild blonde hair that never stayed in one place. Big amber eyes that always looked like they were planning something. A round, pretty face with a mischievous grin that was either charming or terrifying depending on context. Her body was soft and curvy, big breasts on a small frame, wide hips, a plush ass that jiggled when she walked. She wore her pointed witch hat almost everywhere, even to bed sometimes, and her wardrobe was exclusively oversized sweaters, short skirts, and knee-high socks. She was also, as Tom had discovered three months into their relationship, an actual witch. Not a Wiccan or a crystal girl. An actual, spell casting, potion brewing, reality bending witch. The kind that could turn a lamp into a frog and back again without blinking. It was Easter morning. Tom woke up alone in bed, which was unusual. Heidi liked to sleep in, wrapped around him like a warm, soft octopus. He pulled on sweatpants and walked downstairs, expecting painted eggs or chocolate bunnies or maybe one of her weird enchanted breakfast spreads where the pancakes sang. What he found was Heidi standing in the kitchen, wearing her purple witch hat and absolutely nothing else, and her body was made of eggs. Not metaphorically it was literally what he saw. Her skin had become smooth, glossy egg white. Pure white, slightly translucent, with a faint wobble to it when she moved. Her curves were exaggerated, her breasts even bigger than usual, heavy and round and jiggling with every breath. Her nipples were bright yellow-orange circles of egg yolk, glistening and wet, sitting perfectly centered on each massive breast. Small golden beans dotted her skin like freckles, embedded in the egg white surface, little bursts of color scattered across her chest, her shoulders, her belly. Her hair was still orange but had a wet, glossy sheen to it, dripping faintly at the tips. "Happy Easter, babe!" she said, striking a pose with her hands on her hips. Her egg white body wobbled with the movement, her enormous yolk-tipped breasts swaying heavily. Tom stood in the kitchen doorway, shirtless, mouth open. "Heidi... What..." "I thought I'd help with your protein intake!" She grinned, that wide, toothy, slightly unhinged grin he'd fallen in love with. "You're always eating eggs for breakfast anyway. Egg whites, egg whites, egg whites. Boring! So I thought, why not make it fun?" "You turned yourself into... eggs." "Egg white body, yolk nipples and those little golden bits are butter beans! Protein AND fiber, baby!" She bounced on her heels and her tits bounced with her, the yolk nipples wobbling like they were about to drip. "Don't eat too many though, you know what they say about cholesterol." 'This woman is going to kill me one day,' Tom thought. 'And I'm going to die smiling.' Heidi leaned toward him, her egg-white hips swaying. She cupped her breasts from underneath and lifted them, squeezing gently. The yolk nipples bulged under the pressure, and a thick bead of warm, golden yolk oozed from the left one, running down the curve of her breast in a slow, shiny trail. "Oopsie," she giggled. "They're leaky." She caught the yolk droplet on her finger and brought it to her lips, her tongue sliding out to lick it clean. Her amber eyes locked onto Tom's the entire time. "Mmmm. Fresh. Want a taste?" Tom's face was red. His sweatpants were getting tight. Four months of discipline and clean eating, and this woman could undo all of it with one look. "You're insane," he said. "You love it." She squeezed again, harder this time, and a stream of warm yolk dribbled from both nipples simultaneously, running down over her belly and dripping onto the kitchen tile. The yolk was thick and warm, a deep golden orange, and it smelled rich and fresh, like eggs cracked straight from the shell on a summer morning.
