Misspelled Spell - Pudding TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Melting, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties, Objectification, Squishy, Food TF, Witch, Goo TF, Spell
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!Misspelled Spell - Pudding TFTwo women were arguing in a regular kitchen. The stone walls boosted their voices as c…
Two women were arguing in a regular kitchen. The stone walls boosted their voices as copper pots swung from iron hooks overhead. "No magic could ever make a better pudding than human hands and love," Fiona declared, flour dusting her apron. Her brown hair was tied back in a sensible bun as she kneaded dough. "Bullshit!" Scarlett snorted, her crimson hair cascading beneath her pointed purple witch's hat. "Your so-called traditional methods are nothing compared to proper arcane cuisine." Fiona wiped sweat from her brow, leaving a streak of flour. "Twenty years I've run this kitchen, and not once has a magical dish outperformed mine." "That's because you've never tasted MY enchanted desserts," Scarlett boasted, violet eyes flashing. Her voluptuous figure strained against her dark robes as she leaned over the wooden counter. "I could create a pudding so divine it would make your customers weep with joy." "Let's go to your inn's kitch..." "No," Fiona cut her off firmly. "We have a strict rule here. No magic in my inn’s kitchen. Not negotiable." Scarlett puffed her cheeks, face flushing to match her hair. "Fine! Be stubborn! But you'll regret your closed-mindedness!" She stormed out, slamming the heavy oak door behind her. Outside in the cool evening air, Scarlett's mind raced with indignation. Her fingers crackled with purple energy as her temper flared. "Think she's so fucking special with her 'traditional methods,'" she muttered, stomping down the street. "I'll show her. I'll prove magic makes everything better." Dawn hadn't yet broken when Scarlett crept to the inn. The lock clicked open with a whispered spell, and she slipped inside like a shadow. The kitchen stood empty and silent, moonlight filtering through high windows. "Perfect," she whispered, her plan crystallizing with each step. "I'll enchant a pudding to taste divine, leave it for her to find, and when she inevitably serves it to a customer, it'll trigger a magical bell. Then I'll reveal myself and prove magic's superiority once and for all!" Scarlett giggled, her ego practically glowing in the dim kitchen. She approached the large wooden icebox in the corner, her own enchanted creation she'd gifted Fiona years ago. "Such a magnificent magical refrigerator," she murmured, opening the door. Cool air wafted out. "Only needs refilling once a year. Perfect magic, not like clumsy science or human hands." She withdrew one golden pudding, setting ot carefully one of the ceramic plates. "One spare just in case my original spell goes wrong," she reasoned, placing them on the wooden prep table. Scarlett's grimoire made a heavy THUD as she placed it beside the desserts. The leather binding creaked as she flipped through yellowed pages covered in arcane symbols. "Here it is," she whispered, tracing the spell with her finger. "Make the air into the best, juiciest, and tastiest single piece of pudding ever created." Her lips formed the words, ancient symbols flowing from her tongue. Purple energy crackled between her fingertips as she directed the spell toward the nearest pudding. Nothing happened. The desserts remained unchanged. "Huh?" Scarlett prodded one with her finger. "Why isn't it doing anything?" She repeated the incantation, enunciating carefully. Still nothing. Puzzled, she sat heavily on the table edge, accidentally positioning herself directly atop one pudding plate. "What am I missing?" She flipped through the grimoire, suddenly noticing her body felt unusually heavy. "Must be tired from waking so early..." Rereading the spell, blood drained from her face. "Oh fuck," she whispered. "I said 'me' instead of 'the air'!" Scarlett's breath hitched. "No, no, no. A single spell can't turn such a powerful mage as myself into pudding. That would take more than UNNNGH!" Her body jiggled, not the normal movement of flesh, but the distinctive wobble of a pudding. Panic surged through her as she lifted her trembling hand. It glistened strangely in the light, jiggling when she moved it. "This can't be happening," she gasped, bringing her fingers to her mouth. She licked them instinctively. "Mmmmmm!" The sensation shot through her entire body like lightning. She tasted like the most exquisite pudding ever created. It was sweet, creamy, with complex notes of vanilla and caramel. Heat flooded her thighs. Her breasts swelled dramatically, straining against her robe. Her entire body began slowly shrinking, compressing into a more compact form. "No, no, NO!" Scarlett tried standing but found her legs wobbly and weak. The kitchen seemed to grow around her, or was she getting smaller? Her robes melted away first, dissolving like sugar in hot tea. Her shoes followed, vanishing as her feet began to lose definition. Scarlett watched in horror as her legs made wet, squelching sounds, muscles and bones softening into sweet pudding. "It can't be happening," she repeated desperately, attempting to gather mana for a counterspell. The energy slipped through her increasingly gela
