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A Feast of Friends (Food)
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 17:00:07 +0000 UTC"I'm thankful for my good health!" The blonde said, toasting the air. "I'm thankful for another great year," a raven-haired girl said, clinking glasses with the first. "I'm thankful for the meal in front of us," the redhead chuckled, knowing full well that the food probably wasn't thankful for losing its humanity, or at least it wasn't yet.
When you awoke on Thanksgiving day, the last thing you expected was to be abducted by a gang of witches along with a dozen other people. You had plenty of plans for the day up until you appeared at a table, naked and cold, surrounded by a trio of women with a malicious look in their eyes. "Welcome!" The redhead bellowed to her involuntary guests, "I hope you weren't planning on leaving today because me and my sisters are quite hungry!"
A dark-haired girl lying next to you darted for the door, only to be frozen by the head witch's wand. She pulled her back over the table as her body began to change. The group of abductees watched in horror as she morphed, her clothes turned into a silver platter as her body melted into a rich, brown color. Within seconds, there lay a pumpkin pie on the table, the face of the previous girl stuck in perpetual orgasm showing on the filling before it too faded into nothingness.
An older lady behind you screamed, terrified by what she just witnessed and unfortunately bringing the wrath of the witch onto herself. The magic made quick work of her as her skin turned orange as a yam before she liquified into a puree of yams. Another girl grasped at the pan, desperate to retrieve her friend or partner but was met by the magic of the blonde witch. Her body turned pale, falling apart into marshmallows on top of the other girl, Her fluffy body toasted to perfection, complimenting the savoriness of the sweet potatoes.
"You evil bitch!" A man shouted with more bravado than he had, "You murderer! These are people!" "There's always one," the raven-haired girl laughed, "They aren't dead silly, we aren't monsters! In fact, they're experiencing more joy than they ever had, and once eaten, they'll be in what you mortals would refer to as "Heaven on Earth"" The man fell back, his anger seemingly turned to defeat. In this moment of weakness, the raven-haired hit him with a spell of her own. You were forced to watch as his body turned a translucent burgundy. He was compressed into a cylinder with the telltale ribbing of a cranberry sauce from a can before his new body was sliced and layered on a plate.
This pattern continued, the witches laughing as people were turned to nothing but dishes ready for consumption until all that was left was you. "Well, well, well," the ginger witch stated, "Looks like there's one left, and to think we almost forgot the turkey." Your eyes went wide but you kept cemented to the table. Her magic hit you with force, knocking you over onto your chest. You were forced to lie there as your arms simmered into featherless wings and your legs thickened into drumsticks. Your torso and hips became one as your ass was lifted into the air. Stuffing that used to be a girl was shoved into you, filling you up with more ecstasy than you could handle. Your skin turned golden brown as a delicious crust was formed. A sense of calm ran through you as your transformation finished, leaving a beautifully browned turkey lying on the plate where you had been.
"Alright girls," the leader said, gazing over the feast they had just worked together to make, "Tell me what you're thankful for, and then we can dig in!"
