Published: Mar 30, 2024

My one-hundred and ninth caption, this time featuring something sweet…

A girl you had known for a while rejected your offer for a date, leaving you rather depressed. Knowing no one else was going to eat them now, you ripped open a box of special marshmallows you had bought, not expecting the changes that would come with them…

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When I had been rejected by a girl I had been crushing on the last few months right before Easter, I had become… predictably depressed. I had gone to great lengths to get her all sorts of presents, and had even gone through the trouble to reserve a table at a local restaurant, of which I had canceled. Drowning my sorrows in a bottle of 1938 Latour I had planned to share with her, I began drunkenly ripping into the various packaged sweets I had just sitting around now. One of them was an expensive package of “gourmet” marshmallows from Japan. They apparently came in various fruity flavors, and were mostly meant to be shared between lovers on “White Day” over there. I thought they would have been nice as a little treat for me to give her, but those plans had obviously gone up in smoke. So… rather than let them sit in the kitchen and get stale, I’d just eat them by myself in my bedroom.

I stumbled into said bedroom, the half-empty bottle grasped tightly in my left hand and the package of marshmallows in my right. The suit I had bought for dinner hung on the back of my closet door. It was as if it was there just to mock me at this point, and I angrily knocked it off its hanger, letting it fall onto the floor in a heap. With that out of the way, I turned my Spotify playlist back on again, “Summer Madness” by Kool & The Gang playing as I threw myself into bed. Ripping open the package, I was surprised to see how… normal these stupid little marshmallows looked compared to something you’d normally find on a store shelf. The only thing making them stand out at all were their pinkish hue they had, and the faint smell of fruit they gave off.

Putting the bottle down and allowing myself to relax, I popped the first one into my mouth without much thought, immediately noticing how incredibly sweet they were, and the strong grape flavor this one in particular had. It was intense without being overbearing, and left a noticeable, pleasant aftertaste to boot. I really had to give the Japanese credit on that, if they were all like this, then I had certainly gotten my money’s worth out of this. However, what I didn’t notice was that my arms had begun to slim down, my hands even becoming slightly more “dainty” in the process.

Now I suddenly had even more of a desire to eat all of these marshmallows, almost like a sudden addiction. I rationalized that the mixture of sugar and alcohol was agreeing with me at the moment, so I sampled the next one, getting blasted by that same intense sweetness and a peach flavor. This one caused my legs to slim down, my thighs to thicken, and my ass to expand and reshape in my casual shorts, causing a barely-perceptible pressure to be felt on my crotch. The next one had a lovely apple flavor, and it caused me to lose multiple inches from my height, while making my skin clearer and softer. Fourth one tastes strongly of cherries, causing my hands and feet to shift fully to that of a woman’s, including red nail polish. The following marshmallow had an amazing watermelon flavor, causing my pecs to soften before two breasts began to form behind my nipples, growing into two large, F-cup breasts that strained against my tank top. Even with the two mounds appearing on my chest, I failed to notice any of the changes, the mixture of alcohol and “narrow-eyed fixation” completely overshadowing my bodily awareness. I downed another marshmallow, this one tasting exactly like Kiwis as my face shifted around, hair exploding out of my scalp as my face became rounder and cuter, complete with perfect eyebrows and lashes. The second-to last was banana flavored, causing that tightness in my crotch to increase as my dick shrunk down, eventually pulling back up inside of my and forming a slit with a sensitive clit. Just as I was about to down the very last marshmallow, I heard my doorbell ring in the other room.

There was only one person who would ever come around this time in the day. It was my friend Red, likely here because of the breakup. I smiled.

As I stood up on my new two feet, things seemed… normal to me, other than the alcohol in my system. I paid no attention to my decreased height, thick legs and ass, or the two massive funbags hanging off my chest as I staggered over to the door, ready to greet my best friend of twelve years.

“Heeeeey Red!” I greeted with a slight slur, hanging onto the doorway for dear life as I tried to steady myself. “Nice seeeeeing you around these parts!”

“Uh… who are you?” He asked sheepishly, trying (and failing) not to look at my immense breasts, which threatened to pour out of my gray tank top.

“Why, I’m your friend, silly!” I grinned, throwing my arms around him and giving him a tight hug. “You come all the way down here to cheer me up?”

“I… uh… yeah, sure.” He went along, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You look like you’ve had a bit too much to drink there, don’t you think?”

“Weeeeell, if that bitch didn’t want to drink it with me… then, finders keepers!” I shot back, feeling a sense of sadness come back to me as some tears built up around my eyes. “I… would have given her everything, Red. I wanted her to at least give me a chance, and to reject me the way she did-”

“Hey, it’s OK. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.” He reassured, leaning towards me slightly to comfort me. As he did so, I felt a new urge in my gut all of the sudden, and before I knew it, I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the lips. It all felt so right to me in that moment, especially as my nipples pressed against his chest, causing shivers of pleasure to ripple through my body. Red was, at first, surprised and slightly taken aback by my gesture, but after a few moments he accepted it, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me in closer. I chuckled with a smile.

“How about… we take this to my room?” I suggested, feeling my face go red as I pulled him by the sleeve into my apartment. “You can feed me too…”

Leading him into my bedroom, I sat down with him on the edge of the bed, handing him the package with the single, final marshmallow in it. As he held it between his fingers, I closed my eyes and seductively stuck my tongue out, waiting for him to feed me the final confectionery treat. He did as I wished, and the final burst of flavor, strawberries, flooded my tastebuds, causing my mind to fog further as I became very hot and… horny.

It didn’t take long for us to pull our clothes and embrace one another. Any doubts Red had in the beginning were completely gone, and the final changes the last marshmallow had made to my mind were… subtle. Whoever fed me the last one was apparently supposed to be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. Though I hadn’t really done the proper research on the sweets, at least I had finally found someone who would love me…