Sweet Parade - Chocolate TF
Tags: Inanimate, Melting, Petrification, Food TF, Chocolate TF
The Street Parade swallowed Zürich whole once a year and this year Emma finally got to be swallowed with it. She was nineteen, fresh out of her small town, short honey brown bob under a beige cap, sunglasses, denim shorts and a cropped top. She'd wanted this since she was fourteen. A million people…
The Street Parade swallowed Zürich whole once a year and this year Emma finally got to be swallowed with it. She was nineteen, fresh out of her small town, short honey brown bob under a beige cap, sunglasses, denim shorts and a cropped top. She'd wanted this since she was fourteen. A million people packed along the lake. Bass rolling off the water. The bridges so crammed with bodies they were officially uncrossable, just solid walls of glitter and skin and sound. She squeezed through the crowds, and there was no polite way to do it. Her body pressed and brushed against strangers with every step, bare shoulders sliding past sweaty backs, her chest bumping arms, hips grinding past hips, everyone too loud and too happy to care. The air was a soup of sunscreen, beer, weed, sweat and lake water, all of it cooking under a brutal August heat wave. **UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ** The busses crawled past first, speakers stacked on their roofs, people dancing on top and hanging off the sides, drinks raised. "ZÜRIIIIICH!" someone screamed, and a thousand people screamed back. Then the crowd peeled to the sides, making room and one of the big moving platforms rolled through, called a Love Mobile. This one was done up in browns and golds, dancers on its deck, and mounted on its sides were nozzles that started SPRAYING, wide misting fans of some warm chocolate colored substance arcing over the street. People nearby whooped and backed away, or laughed and held up their hands. And a cleared little circle formed where the spray came down and in it, six people were dancing IN it, arms up, letting it coat them, and the crowd cheered them on. Emma didn't think. That was the whole point of today, wasn't it? Not thinking. She ducked into the circle and danced. The spray hit her like warm summer rain, thick and sweet smelling, real chocolate smell, cocoa and sugar and cream. It coated her arms first, then her shoulders, her cap, her clothes, running down her bare belly in warm ribbons. She laughed, spinning, licking a drop off her lip. It tasted incredible. 'This is so COOL! This is the best day of my life!' Her skin was fully covered in seconds, glossy brown from head to toe, and the crowd around the circle was cheering, phones out. The other six dancers were slowing down, and Emma noticed their movements getting stiff, sluggish, and thought it was part of the act. Then the chocolate started to seep IN. It didn't sit on her skin anymore. It sank into it, through it, BECAME it and the sensation dragged a moan out of her right there in front of a thousand strangers. "Ahhhn~!" Warmth flooded inward from every direction, her skin drinking the chocolate down, and everywhere it soaked through, her flesh changed. She looked at her hand and it wasn't skin colored under the coating anymore. It WAS the coating, solid glossy milk chocolate, smooth and seamless, her freckles gone, her knuckle creases becoming neat molded lines. 'Wait... wait wait wait, what~' The change crawled up her arms with a spreading heavy warmth, and the heat wave made it a hundred times worse, or better, the sun keeping her surface soft and half melted so every sensation smeared and lingered. Her muscles thickened and slowed as they transmuted, flesh becoming dense sweet mass. She could feel her insides going, organs quieting one by one, her stomach becoming a solid ganache core, her bones turning to firm tempered chocolate that flexed strangely when she moved. "Hnnn! What's~ what's happening~ ahhn~" Her clothes went next. She felt her shorts stiffen against her hips, denim texture smoothing into molded chocolate detail, drawstring frozen mid-dangle. Her top hardened around her breasts and fused, becoming a chocolate shell over chocolate flesh, and the border between clothing and body simply stopped existing. Her nipples pebbled against the inside of the shell and she felt them as chocolate against chocolate, sensitive beyond anything, every micro shift sending sparks through her. Her cap became a glossy brown sculpture. Her sunglasses fused into her face, tinted chocolate lenses over chocolate eyes that somehow still saw. Her hair thickened strand by strand into a smooth swept mold of itself. The changes rolled downward last. Her pussy warmed, plumped and re-formed as delicately molded folds, and even the AIR moving past her was suddenly intimate, the whole street breathing on her. Her thighs slowed, ankles locked, and her feet fused gently to the sun hot asphalt in a small spreading base of half melted drips. Emma stood frozen mid dance move, one arm half raised, a glossy chocolate statue of a nineteen year old girl,and her mind was still fully awake inside it. 'Okay~ okay this is~ this is a performance thing, right? This is part of the show? Someone's going to spray the undo stuff now, right? RIGHT?!' What Emma didn't know, because Emma hadn't read anything, was that this was a PREMIUM SERVICE. You registered weeks in advance, paid a small fortune, got body scanned and t
