Tutty The Fruity
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Comm: You Are What You Eat (18+)
🕑 Added 2022-09-09 03:53:50 +0000 UTCSummary: A food critic with an obsession with food gets everything she dreamed of when she gets her hand on a magic rock. With it, she turns into a magical slime girl, with the ability to produce any food she can think of, from anywhere! Time to feast! Commissioned by jack2112.
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If Emiko had one true love in all the world, it was food.
She loved food, and everything about it. She actually ran a successful food blog that reviewed the offerings of restaurants, food trucks, and eateries, with a particular specialty in travelogues for the tourist. It attracted traffic from all over, and chefs were eager to send her free samples for the exposure and the glowing reviews—it seemed that no matter what she ate, she always had incredible things to say about the flavours, the presentation, the mouth feel.
One day, however, she would receive a mysterious package. A letter attached to it explained that it was from one of her fans, and that it contained a magical artifact that would make her wishes come true. Upon inspection of its contents, Emiko found an exquisite shining sapphire rock, one that glowed with an otherworldly radiance. It must've been worth a fortune...
That's what she assumed, at least; she didn't know a whole lot about matters other than food. The letter explained that this was a wishing stone, which was certainly a romantic idea. Letting it rest on a pillow in front of her, she thought about what she'd wish for—which was another question she never thought much about, as her thoughts were often preoccupied by the romanticization of food.
She ran a hand through her black hair, pursing her lips as she thought about it. She tapped her chin, deep in contemplation.
"Ah! I know!" She raised a finger skywards. "I wiiiiiish... I wish that I could make food as good as any world-class chef!~"
As soon as she had made her wish, the strange rock rumbled, vibrating and flaring up with a warm glow. Emiko gawked, staring as the rock warbled, rising from the pillow. The sight of the rock rising on its own gave her pause, and she had half a mind to flee in terror...
...Until a lightning bolt of magical energy lashed out from the gemstone, connecting with her chest! She froze up as energy coursed through her entire body, her body buzzing with ethereal sensations. She tried to scream, but she was in such a state of shock that she couldn't move or make a sound! As her vision turned white, she didn't notice the gemstone rising from the cushion, connected by a current of blue lightning; it hovered towards her modest chest, slipping down the collar of her t-shirt and... disappearing underneath her skin which glowed a white-hot flare of light!
As the stone merged with her form, the light dissipated around her, and her vision, blurry as it was, came back to her. There was a new awareness of her body, though she was slowly coming to realize it. Her clothes had burned off completely in the episode, and her fleshy complexion had given way to... soft, blue, almost gelatinous skin. She admired the translucent quality of her new form, making out the sight of the TV remote through her translucent skin.
Her body tingled with potential, magic ebbing with potential all around her. She looked down at herself, noticing the blue gemstone had embedded itself at the center of her gelatinous body.
"I look like jell-o..." She mused to herself, looking over her fingers. A welling sense of anxiety flared up within her, the abject loss of her humanity dawning upon her. Would she be able to go out in public again?
She whined, slumping against the sofa. Whenever she was stressed, she would stress-eat... it wasn't a good habit, but it was comforting, damn it.
"If only I had some garlic sticks at my fingertips..." She mused aloud. "It wouldn't fix everything, but I would feel better..."
A curious tingling sensation coalesced in the extreme ends of her limbs, around her fingers. She shivered, looking down at them. There was a sensuous warmth in her chest as the blue gemstone glowed, magic flowing freely from it and traveling through her gooey body. Her blue fingers twitched; she turned her head to look at them.
"W...what on earth...?"
They were growing on their own, doubling in length, growing stiff, developing hard... crusty exteriors. The blue ebbed away to a brown texture, with toast marks along the sides. Her nostrils flared up as savoury aromas filled the room, her fingers shifting to... garlic sticks, seasoned with oregano, onion salt, and a dusting of parmesan cheese.
She raised a trembling stick-finger to her lips, taking a tentative bite. And then another. And several more. She swooned—they tasted as if they were fresh from the oven, not a hint of sogginess, an excellent flavour profile.
"Thish is a-mayshing...!" She swooned through bites, her bread-fingers replenishing with each bite. Her body tingled with unlimited magical potential, the power of infinite food at her fingertips... literally!
This called for a toast, she thought... and her body agreed, a buzzing sensation building in her chest. Her breasts swelled in unison, their translucent form revealing fizzy bubbles within. She grasped a breast with one hand, not caring about grease, as her swollen breast sloshed in her hand.
She squeezed tenderly, feeling fizzy liquid squirting from her nipple. A floral aroma indicated a complex flavour profile, rich with citrus, an edge of spice and a hint of chocolate... a fine champagne to mark the occasion.
Emiko's tongue lolled as she bent forward, thirsty drinking from her own breast, enjoying the complex flavour profile... and the sexual gratification of pleasuring herself sexually and carnally. Her tongue massaged her lipping, delighting in the sweet taste of her own magical body, the flow of magic adding a particular zest to the whole occasion.
Dessert was somewhat on her mind, but as she sucked on her breast, the fizzy carbonation buzzing through her body quicker than usual, her frazzled mind couldn't decide on its desires. Her body quivered, shifting between hot and cold as her blue body, quickly shimmering into a white, creamy quality, oozed around the bed in melty currents. She was so sweet, and her lips tasted of the finest vanilla bean, but she was so hot and bothered, and her body was rocking, her hot garlic-finger... fingers massaging her whole body, their piping hot freshness fighting her ice-creamy body for heat and attention.
Her frazzled, inebriated mind, overwhelmed by magical energies, several bottles worth of champagne, and the lose of her bodies solidity made for a blend of oversexed, overheated sensations. Melting between the seat cushions, she wetly plopped to the floor, moaning as she rubbed herself all over, leaking champagne from her swollen tits that mixed with the melted ice cream and specks of soaked garlic sticks.
She was a mess and she was loving it.
