Carmella Applebottom

 And a delectable short story to go along with it, beautifully written by the talented B-ridge.  If you like fruit tf, animal tf, or bimbofication, be sure to check him out!

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Carmella Applebottom sighed in relief as she closed the door to the  woman's restroom behind her. It had been a bit of an uncomfortable jog,  but she had just made it. Any later and the whole mall would have been  able to witness.... whatever it was that was happening to her.

“Okay... just breathe... stay calm, Carm.”

With trembling hands, she found her way to the mirror, and slowly lifted her shirt.

She let out a shriek. No amount of breathing exercises could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her.

Her  belly had swollen into a gut in a matter of minutes, bulging over her  stretched track pants and even fatter ass. But that was only the start.  If her lower half looked swollen, then her breasts had positively  ballooned, each tit nearly as big as her head. They looked not only  huge, but a deep crimson, like she had been out in the sun too long. She  brought a shaky hand to one of her breasts, hoping that maybe her eyes  were playing tricks on her. A soft squeeze and involuntary moan later  confirmed that this wasn't an illusion. Those were her breasts. Huge,  sensitive, red....

...and sticky. Each tit was covered in a thin  layer of glistening sugar that clung to her finger. She brought it up to  her nose and sniffed it. It had a familiar, sweet smell to it. Almost like...

Her eyes widened in recognition.

The candy apples.

Carmella  was a regular at the mall, so she knew that the Sweet Shop hadn't been  there for very long at all. She had entered it more out of curiosity  than any love for candy, and a quick glance inside hadn't particularly  excited her. Sure, there were tons of different candies on sale, many  looking quite appetizing. But the whole store was just so... garish.  From the overly colourful wallpaper, right down to the odd oversized  display models of the products. Even the woman at the counter seemed to  stare at Carmella with a creepy expression that she didn't like one bit.  No, this store just wasn't for her, and she silently wished it would  quickly go out of business and make way for something more her speed,  like another American Eagle.

She walked out with an expression of  distaste, but not before stuffing one of the candy apples in her purse.  She hadn't singled the candy apple out for any particular reason, just  that it was close at hand, and had caught her eye. It had been larger  than any candy apple she had ever seen before, and round and ripe.

Just like her breasts now were.

But  as she stared at herself in the mirror, she realized that the changes  weren't over. Her nipples were so swollen and hard, and seemed to be  lengthening before her very eyes.

“W-what!? Stop! Stop!” She  whimpered as she saw the red of her breasts spread down her body and up  her neck, coating her in that same sticky substance. In a matter of  minutes she was red and sticky from head to toe, and to make matters  worse her hair seemed to be looking... odd... as well.

“What's  happening to me?” she cried out. She didn't expect an answer, so when  she heard another voice call out, she spun in alarm.

“I'll tell you what's happening to you,” the voice said in a low purr. “You're putting all my other candies to shame.”

As  soon as she saw who was speaking, Carmella backed against the restroom  sink, feeling it press into her growing ass. It was the lady from the  candy store! But how did she.... did she follow her here?

The  woman walked towards Carmella, that same eerie look on her face. “Aw,  what's the matter? Did you think I didn't see you grab one of my  candies? I guess you could say I caught you red handed.” She gave a  little giggle, then frowned when she saw that Carmella wasn't laughing  as well. “Aww, don't be like that. I think you're going to just love  being a candy at my store.”

“What?” Carmella wasn't sure she had  heard the woman right. “A candy? N-no, I'm sorry, I'll pay for the  apple, just turn me back, pl--”

“Ah ah ah,” the woman  interrupted, now standing directly in front of her. Was it just  Carmella's imagination, or did the woman seem... taller? She was too  busy pondering this to notice that the sink was now digging into the  middle of her back, rather than her ass. “I like you soooo much better  like this. It suits a thief like you. What is it they say about sticky fingers?” She reached down and trailed a finger along Carmella's swollen candy apple breast. 

Carmella's protest died on her swollen lips  as she felt the woman's fingers rub her too-sensitive nipples. She felt herself growing damp between her thighs. “N-nooo... stooop...  d-don't...” she moaned, but it was so hard to resist the woman's  caresses. Carmella rubbed her own fattening hands along her caramel-filled belly, feeling her whole body explode with electric tingles. This was all so  wrong, she had to get help... but the more the woman rubbed her, the  more her mind began to relax and settle into the sticky sweetness  surrounding it.

Carmella groaned feebly as her hair turned a shade  greener, clumping and shifting to resemble a leafy green protrusion  more befitting a piece of fruit than a human being. As the woman rubbed  her nipples, they lengthened and hardened, until they resembled twin sticks not unlike those of the candy apple she had stolen a lifetime  ago.  Carmella moaned again, now a thick, syrupy sound that practically oozed between her lips.  She hefted the weight of her still-growing breasts, watching dimly as they undulated in each hand.

“Oh, yes, I'd say you're coming along very nicely indeed,”  the woman said, licking her lips. Carmella looked up at the woman  stupidly, a thick haze of molasses coating her mind as much as her body.  The woman leaned down and picked up her purse, rummaging around until she had retrieved the stolen treat.  

"'Mm soowwwy," Carmella managed slowly, licking her fat lips to keep them from sticking together.  She watched the woman examine the candied apple, picking at the unopened packaging.  "Pwease h-Ulp!"  Her thick words were halted altogether, impeded by the fat, red confectionery that had just been stuffed into her mouth.  "Mm!  Mggmm..."  She tried to pull away, but couldn't  bear to have the sugary sweetness part from her tongue.  Her lips locked around it, sucking steadily.

"Ah, there we go!  That should take care of that awful noise you're making."  

"Bmmph..." Carmella drooled, her eyelids drooping sleepily.

"Hm?  Oh, don't worry, you can eat it," the woman assured her, "Might as well; I mean, you're paying for it whether you like it or not."

A cross-eyed Carmella barely heard her.  So delicious was the candy-coated apple that she never even noticed the woman as she went about discarding her now ill-fitting clothes.  She lapped at her treat, distracted and oblivious to her steadily shrinking stature and beach ball sized boobs, both of which were gushing sticky sweet caramel with great zeal.  By the time she was finished, Carmella was as round and naked and glistening as the candy she had just eaten. 

“Now, let's say we go back to the store. I think you're going to make a wonderful display,  but we still have a little while before the coating hardens."  She licked some of the syrup from her fingers, noting Carmella's flushed cheeks and needful panting.  "I'm sure we can have some fun before that, though.”

"Blrrggmm..."  Carmella gurgled with a smile, nodding her head sluggishly as the woman smacked her rotund red ass to usher her out of the restroom, the only evidence of their having been there being a pile of torn clothing and a splash of thick red sugar on the sink.