Siblings Mix - Sandwich TGF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, Food TF, MTF
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(He will split them up again, right?) Lysander's teeth clenched as he watched his sisters Thalia and Zora levitate his phone across the living room, their fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. They howled with laughter, those fucking witches. "Give it back," he growled, lunging forward only to find himself suddenly floating six inches off the ground. Thalia, the oldest twin by five minutes, flicked her wrist. "Poor Lysander, always reaching for things beyond his grasp." He hated this, being the only one in the Blackwood family without a drop of magical ability. "How's it feel being helpless, brother dear?" Zora teased, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief. His mother had planned a twin reunion at Thalia's downtown apartment. "Bond with your sisters," she'd insisted, as if proximity could bridge the chasm between their realities. That night, Lysander retreated to the guest room, cracking open his laptop. The glow illuminated his face as he navigated to sites. He typed 'transformation spells for non-magic users' just as he did every night, hoping for some loophole, some ancient technique that might work for him. Hours later, his browser history was filled with increasingly obscure searches, ending with something called 'sandwich girl transformations,' bizarre images of human-sized sandwiches with feminine attributes, jam oozing from their... He slammed the laptop shut, face burning. Just fantasy. Just fucking fantasy. After he left, two shadows entered the room. "Password was his Xbox username and birthday," Thalia snorted, scrolling through Lysander's browser history. "Unbelievable." Zora leaned over her shoulder, nearly spilling her wine. "Is that.. holy shit! What is that thing?" "Some kind of jam sandwich... with tits?" Thalia squinted at the screen. "Look at all these searches. 'Inanimate transformation,' 'living food,' 'sandwich girl tf.' Our brother has some interesting tastes." Zora's fingers danced across her phone, searching magical databases. "There's an actual spell for this. Someone published it on MagicOverflow last week." "No fucking way." Thalia's eyes widened. "We couldn't..." "We absolutely could." They giggled, shoulders shaking as they rehearsed the incantation. Neither noticed the warning asterisk at the bottom of the page. Morning light filtered through the blinds as Lysander stumbled into the kitchen. His sisters sat at the breakfast bar, exchanging glances. "Sleep well?" Thalia asked, voice dripping with false innocence. "What did you do?" Lysander immediately demanded, spotting his laptop open on the counter. Zora fluttered her eyelashes. "Just some light reading. Learned so much about your... interests." His stomach dropped. "You went through my...." "Sandwich girl transformation?" Thalia interrupted. "Really, Lysander? That's what gets you going?" His face burned. "It's not..." without waiting for a response, they chanted together, fingers weaving complex patterns. The air crackled with energy. Lysander felt a strange warmth spread through his body, starting at his core and radiating outward. "Wait! Something's wrong," Thalia gasped. Too late. The spell surged, wild and uncontrolled. Lysander's body began to soften, his skin taking on a sticky, gelatinous quality. "What's happening?" he tried to scream, but his voice came out as a wet gurgle. His limbs melted into a formless green jam, he realized with horror. Simultaneously, his sisters began to transform, too. Their bodies flattened and expanded, skin hardening into a golden-brown crust. They screamed as their arms and legs were pulled into their torsos, which rapidly took the shape of enormous slices of bread. "The spell... nnnghh... it's connecting us!" Zora cried before her mouth disappeared into the breadcrust. The three masses collided with a wet SCHLORP. Lysander, now a sentient pool of jam, found himself sandwiched between his sisters... literally. Their bread-bodies compressed around him, forcing him into a vaguely human shape. The transformation was completed with a flash of light. Where three siblings had stood, now there was only a single entity it was a human-sized sandwich with feminine curves. Thick green jam oozed from between two slices of golden-brown bread. The construct had arms made of bread, legs that ended in crust, and, oddly enough, voluptuous breasts with jam dripping from the nipples. Lysander tried to blink, finding himself looking through jam filled eyes. He could feel everything, the sticky viscosity of his new body, the rigid bread that contained him. And strangest of all, he could feel his sisters' consciousnesses, trapped in the bread that formed their shared body. The sandwich body staggered to a mirror in the hallway. Lysander stared at their reflection in horror and fascination. The face was a jammy approximation of human features, with breadcrust hair styled in twin-tails like Zora's. The body combined Thalia's generous curves with Zora's athletic build, all rendered in bread and sticky
