Sparkles's Party Trick - Candy TF
Tags: Inanimate, Vore, Statue TF, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Halloween, Objectification, Petrification, Food TF, Witch
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!Sparkles's Party Trick - Candy TF(Commission cap for Witchy-Sparkle)Witchysparkle wasn't a regular witch. She speci…
(Commission cap for Witchy-Sparkle) Witchysparkle wasn't a regular witch. She specialized in transformation magic, turning people into food, clothing, objects, whatever scratched her particular itch. Halloween was her favorite night of the year. No need to hide her pointed hat or flowing crimson robes at the downtown club where purple and blue lights flashed across sweaty bodies. "Another shot!" she yelled over the pounding bass, her long blonde hair swinging as she tossed back her fifth tequila. The alcohol burned down her throat, warming her insides and making her fingers tingle. Trixie and Jade, her non-magical friends, exchanged knowing glances. "You're such a lightweight, Sparkly," Trixie laughed, using her nickname. Five guys in the VIP section waved them over, champagne bottles glittering under the blacklights. The tallest one, Damon, slid his arm around Witchysparkle's waist. "Nice costume," he said, eyeing her authentic witch hat and robes. "Very committed." Witchysparkle giggled, the room spinning slightly. "Ssss... not a costume, dummy. I'm a reel witch... HICK" The guys erupted in laughter. "Sure you are," said another, Kyle, his teeth glowing white in the darkness. "What can you do then? Turn me into a frog?" "Booooring," Sparkle slurred, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "I could turn you all into panties if I wanted. Just like that." She snapped her fingers, missing the first two attempts. Damon leaned closer, his cologne mixing with the sweet scent of spilled cocktails. "Prove it." Something hot flared in Witchysparkle's chest with pride, magic, and tequila forming a dangerous combination. "Fine!" She stumbled to the center of the dance floor, people parting around her. The music thumped through her body as she raised her hands and began muttering ancient words. The syllables felt thick on her tongue, slipping and sliding together incorrectly. 'Wait, that's not right,' she thought as heat spread through her limbs. Her skin tingled, then burned. The club lights reflected off her arms as they began to shine. 'Oh fuck,' she realized too late. 'I'm casting on myself!' Her skin hardened, turning a deep, glossy red. The transformation spread rapidly up her arms, across her chest, down her legs. Her voluptuous curves remained but solidified into smooth, hard candy. 'No no no!' she thought frantically. 'I'm turning into candy! Stupid drunk spell-casting!' She tried to move, but her joints had fused. Her witch robes transformed too, becoming part of her new candy form, the fabric now sweet, edible sugar shaped like clothing. The music seemed to fade as blood rushed in her ears. She could still see, still hear, still think, but couldn't move a muscle. She was completely solid candy, posed with her arms outstretched dramatically, her face frozen in a surprised expression. 'The spell has a timer,' she remembered with horror. 'I won't change back for hours!' Trixie approached cautiously, poking Witchysparkle's now-solid arm. "Holy shit," she whispered, but then she shouted: "Best trick ever!" People clapped and cheered, thinking it was an elaborate Halloween performance. Phones came out, flashes popping as clubgoers took pictures. "Dude, look at this sexy bitch statue," someone yelled. "Is it really candy?" Kyle approached, his eyes wide with disbelief. He leaned in close, Sparkle could smell the whiskey on his breath and ran his finger along her arm. He put his finger in his mouth. "Holy fuck! She's actually made of candy!" he shouted. The crowd pressed closer. Damon circled her, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "I wonder if it's just her clothes that are candy, or..." He let the question hang in the air. "Only one way to find out," Kyle replied, raising his eyebrows. 'No no no,' Sparkle thought, trapped in her sweet prison. 'This is so embarrassing!' Someone's tongue, wet and warm, slid across her shoulder. Then another on her back. And another on her thigh. 'Oh god, I can't feel it, but I can see them,' she realized with mounting horror. More people joined in, licking at her candy clothing. Her magic had made the 'clothing' portion of her transformation slightly different from her 'skin', which was sweeter, thinner, and even more dissolvable. Sparkle watched helplessly as strangers tongues dissolved her robes bit by bit. First her sleeves disappeared, then chunks of her skirt melted away under probing mouths. Her hat tilted as someone sucked on its brim, eventually falling to the ground and shattering into ruby shards. 'This is the most humiliating moment of my life}' she thought as she stood exposed in the middle of the club, her candy 'clothing' being licked away by dozens of strangers. Her outer robe finally gave way completely, falling to the floor in crystalline pieces. Beneath was her candy body, anatomically perfect, large breasts with hardened nipples, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, all rendered in gleaming red sugar. "Jackpot!" Damon yelled, high-fiving Kyle. The VI
