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…
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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 then got to spend the parade as a living chocolate statue, tasted by strangers, every lick and bite pure compressed pleasure, and afterward the crew restored you from your saved scan data, good as new. The six other dancers were bought and paid for. Emma was not registered. Emma had just jumped in. The Love Mobile rolled on. The crowd flooded back in around the seven statues, delighted. "Oh nice, the chocolate girls! They did this last year too!"
"Are we allowed to..." "Ja, ja, that's the whole point, look, everyone does it." The first stranger, a tall woman with glitter on her cheekbones, leaned in and dragged her tongue up Emma's forearm. The sensation detonated. A hot wet stripe of pure pleasure, magnified through her compressed candy nerves, licking away a thin melted layer of HER. 'AHHHN~! Oh my god~ oh my GOD~' A guy bit a corner off her chocolate shorts, chewing happily. She felt his teeth sink through the molded denim, felt the piece break away, felt it dissolve on his tongue even after it left her, warm and fizzy and gone. More mouths came. Her clothes went first, nibbled and licked away chunk by chunk, every bite a firework, and then, with her shell gone, they started on her.
With her chocolate clothes eaten away, Emma stood naked in the middle of a million-person party, and the crowd got hungrier. The afternoon heat kept her surface in a constant state of half-melt, glossy and soft, and every mouth that touched her took a little more. A bearded guy pressed his lips to her shoulder and sucked, drawing off a slow mouthful of her, and the pull of it rolled through her whole body like a wave. 'Hnnnahh~ That's my SHOULDER, he's drinking my shoulder~' "So good," he groaned to his friends. "Like, expensive good. Try the arm!" They tried the arm. Three mouths on her at once, licking melted trails from wrist to elbow, and each tongue was a hot slick stroke straight into her compressed candy nerves. Someone knelt and bit a piece from her hip, teeth sinking through her softened surface with a gentle snap, and the pleasure of it buckled her mind sideways. "Mmmnh~ Ahhn~" They got hornier about it as the drinks kept flowing. A girl with pink braids cupped Emma's chocolate breasts in both hands, feeling them give like warm fudge, and closed her lips around one nipple, sucking slow. Emma felt the nipple soften, stretch, and finally melt off onto that hot tongue, and the orgasmic jolt of it would have dropped her if her legs could still bend.
'AHHHN~ oh my god oh my god~' "God, look at her body," pink braids sighed, licking her lips. "Whoever modeled for this one was STACKED. Kind of sad it'll just melt away, honestly." "Or get eaten…" Her friend bit a long curl of chocolate off Emma's ass cheek and grinned. "Definitely eaten." 'I'm not a MODEL, I'm HER, I'm right HERE~ hnn~ please, someone~' But her voice was nothing, and the mouths kept coming. Fingers scooped softened chocolate from her belly, someone dragged two fingers through the melted folds of her pussy and licked them clean with a moan and THAT sensation whited out everything for a full minute, her most sensitive mold sculpted away swipe by swipe. **SHLICK MMMM SCHLORP** Then her face started to go. The sun had been working on it all along, and now it slid. She felt her cheeks droop, warm and heavy, felt her molded sunglasses slump down her softening nose, felt her lips lose their shape and drool down her chin in slow brown ribbons. People caught the drips on their fingers and licked them. Someone kissed her half melted mouth directly and came away with most of it. 'My face~ my FACE is~ i can't~ everything is so warm~ so sweet~ hnnnn~' Her thoughts smeared like her features. Every melting inch was pleasure, and the pleasure crowded out the panic and the panic crowded back through the pleasure, both of them dissolving together into hot syrupy static. By the time the collection crew arrived, pushing through the crowd in branded polos with a rolling cart, Emma was a glistening ruin. No face left, just a smooth slumped suggestion of a head melting down over her shoulders. One arm eaten to the elbow, the other gone. Torso bitten and scooped everywhere, breasts lopsided and dripping, legs eaten down and fused into the spreading brown puddle at her base. The other six weren't in better shape. One was just a torso on a stump. One was a head and shoulders sitting in a tray of her own melt.
"Alright, alright, party's over for these ones." The crew worker, a stocky guy with a scanner gun and the dead eyes of a man on hour nine, ran it over the first statue. **BEEP** "Kessler, Anja, registered, scan on file." Onto the cart those had enough. **BEEP** "Rüegg, Marco, registered." **BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP** He scanned Emma and nothing came out. He scanned her again, jamming the trigger. No ping or file. He lowered the scanner and breathed out heavy through his nose, pinching the bridge of it. "Another one… ANOTHER one of these dummies didn't buy the fucking service and just JUMPED IN! Every year. EVERY year, Beat, I'm telling you." His partner shrugged, loading torsos. "Not our problem… tag her unknown, bring her anyway." In her 20s, probably, the worker thought, scraping what was left of her carefully off the asphalt with a wide spatula. They see the pretty chocolate people and their brains just switch off. There's SIGNS, people. Laminated ones. Emma understood none of this. Her head was mostly gone and what remained of her mind was drowning in melt sensation, the spatula under her base registering as one long warm caress, words arriving as distant underwater booms. 'Mmh~ warm~ what~ where~'
The tent was air-conditioned and full of quiet machinery. One by one, the registered statues were placed in the restoration rig, their scan data loaded and they were rebuilt into their regular bodies. They stepped out human again, sticky, glowing and laughing. "That was AMAZING! Same time next year?" "I got eaten by like forty people, I'm buying the premium slot next time!" They grabbed their bags and went straight back out to the party. Emma did not. Emma, now a headless, limbless torso, generous chocolate breasts still mostly intact, hips melting softly at the base, was carried to the back of the tent and set inside an open fridge, propped between bags of ice, condensation beading on her glossy brown skin. The cold hit her like mercy and cruelty at once. Her melting slowed, surface firming, drips going thick and lazy and the chill sank through her sweet mass in a long shiver that her scattered nerves read as one endless cool caress. Her thoughts, what was left of them, congealed enough to think again. 'Okay~ okay… fridge… i'm in a fridge... i'm a torso in a fridge. This is fine... they collected me, that means they'll fix me, right? they can fix me~ they fixed the others~ I heard them laughing~'
The crew moved around her, packing up, stepping past the open fridge a hundred times without looking at her once. "What do we do with the unregistered one?" "No scan, no restore. Boss said hold her, maybe the lab can work something out from residual pattern or, you know." A shrug she couldn't see. "It's a lot of premium chocolate. Dibs on a boob if it's a no!" "You're disgusting. ...The left one." 'Wait~ WAIT~' She couldn't wait. She couldn't do anything. She sat in the humming cold, still slowly dripping from her base into the drain tray, a puddle of herself pooling under her, pretty much ignored while the greatest party in Europe thundered on outside the tent, bass thumping through the ground and up into her chocolate core like a heartbeat that wasn't hers. Emma had imagined her first Street Parade a thousand times. The lights, the music, dancing until sunrise. This was definitely not how she'd imagined it would go.