Tan Magic Went Wrong - Chocolate TF
Tags: Inanimate, Melting, ASFR, Chocolate TF
The sun cooked everything that day. You could have fried an omelet on the roof of a car, the air shimmered in wavy lines over the parking lot and the whole beach smelled like hot salt and coconut oil baking on a hundred bodies at once. Amene lay face down on a pink towel, her gold bikini strings lo…
The sun cooked everything that day. You could have fried an omelet on the roof of a car, the air shimmered in wavy lines over the parking lot and the whole beach smelled like hot salt and coconut oil baking on a hundred bodies at once. Amene lay face down on a pink towel, her gold bikini strings loose at her hips, her short blonde hair with the candy pink tips spread out around her dark sunglasses. She was a gyaru down to her bones, loud, bratty and horny as hell, with a deep tan she worked way too hard to keep. This time she wanted the natural kind. Last week Haruto had taken one look at her spray job and said she looked like Trump and she had nearly held his head under in the pool for it. So now she was baking herself the slow honest way, except she had zero patience for anything in her whole life. 'This is taking forever,' she thought, kicking her heels in the air. 'Two whole hours already and I am the exact same color! This is so stupid.' Haruto walked over, a skinny college boy with messy brown hair and a sunburn already coming up pink on his shoulders. He was the guy she dragged everywhere she went. It all started on the first day of college when he tripped in the hallway and face planted right into her chest and ever since then she made sure he tagged along. Not because she liked him. Obviously not. He just carried her bags, bought her snacks and blushed whenever she teased him, which never once got old. "Amene, are you not going to cook yourself to a crisp?" He glared down at her, holding a hand over his eyes. "You have been lying here so long already. Come on, let's go get something to eat." "Ughhhh." She waved him off with one limp hand and he wandered toward the snack bar, sandals slapping the hot sand. 'This takes too damn long,' she thought, chewing the inside of her cheek. 'Wait! Wasn't there something my grandma told me about once?' Then it came back to her. A summer years ago, watching her own mom mumble a few words over herself to get gorgeous and dark in seconds flat. It was called tan magic it was and way faster than lying here roasting like a chicken on a spit. She pressed her face into the towel and mumbled the words low, the way she half remembered them. A warm shiver rolled down her spine, prickling under her skin like soda fizz, and her whole body went a shade darker. She grinned wide into the pink cotton. 'He he he… wait till Haruto gets back and sees me. He is gonna lose his stupid little mind.' So she stayed put, smug and toasty. Her skin did feel a little weird now, sort of stiff and tight, like it had dried out in the sun. But who cared. Probably just an after effect of the spell doing its thing. Around her, people on the nearby towels started to glance over, then stare, then nudge each other and point. Every single minute her skin got glossier and shinier and smoother, the brown deepening into a rich wet shine, like fresh poured candy cooling under the heat. The pink towel pressed a faint crease into her hip that did not bounce back the way real skin should. Amene did not notice one bit of it. She just lay there soaking up the warmth, completely pleased with herself, toes curling lazy in the sand. Her body got harder to move, her joints going thick and slow, so she just stayed flat on her belly. And to really mess with Haruto when he came back, she reached up behind herself, fumbled the gold strings of her bikini top loose and let it fall open so her whole smooth back lay bare to the sun. The changes kept rolling through her. A thick sweet smell started lifting off her skin, dark and rich, the unmistakable smell of warm chocolate, mixing with the coconut oil and the salt air until the whole patch of beach around her smelled like a candy shop. A bead of something glossy welled up at the small of her back and rolled slowly down toward her hip, leaving a shiny line. Haruto came back balancing two ice cream cones. He looked at her and stopped dead. His face went red from his neck to the tips of his ears and the ice cream started dripping over his fingers, completely ignored. "What, cat got your tongue?" She lifted her head, smirking behind her shades and wiggled her glossy shiny butt at him. The chocolate scent puffed up thick into the hot air. "What are you staring at, huh? Surprised by my tan? It's fantastic, right? Way better than your dumb Trump spray from last week." "A... Amene..." His voice cracked clean in half. "Did you use magic again?!" "Nooo, it's all natural, you baka!" She rolled her eyes hard behind the dark lenses. He crouched down beside her, totally confused, ice cream forgotten and melting onto the sand in a white puddle and slowly reached a finger toward her bare ass cheek. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't be weird!" He pressed his fingertip into the curve of her cheek and dragged it. The skin gave like soft frosting, and the drag of his finger sent a hot electric jolt shooting straight up her spine and pooling low in her belly. A moan slipped right out of her be
