(Woman to Strawberry)
(Man to Apple)
(Woman to Worm)

Mark Royale sighed, drumming his fingers on his thigh as he heard yet another client request to become food. Honestly, part of the appeal of being transformed was in the sensation of life! Wasn’t it?

He’d never changed into anything like that himself, and so he couldn’t quite get a full grasp on people’s thrills for it. That said, Crown Royale was a transformation business first and foremost. And, in all honesty, Mark was willing to accommodate anyone’s fantasies.

Like right now, for instance. There was a strawberry blonde by the name of Anne in his office who—ironically enough—wanted to become a strawberry to top a cheesecake she’d baked for her fiancé. She was positively giddy, smiling with excitement.

“So, I’m going to be changing you safely and temporarily into a strawberry.” Mark outlined their plan thus far, jotting a few notes down on his pad. “And then after a full two days, you transform back hugging your boyfriend in the safest and most comfortable way possible. In the event that you can’t change back—like if he’s driving—the reversal is delayed until it becomes safe to transform back.”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes! See, this is why I didn’t want to use TransFun. They can’t quite get some of the triggers as right as you folks at Crown Royale.” Anne bobbed her head a little more, pausing. “But where’s your usual assistant?”

“She’s… Busy.” Mark said at length. He’d almost said ‘running TransFun’, but he couldn’t quite give voice to Mira’s new job. It wouldn’t be so bad if she’d at least make him a partner, but she’d rightly decided to make him a subordinate. Something about ‘what goes around comes around’.

“Oh. Such a shame. I miss her bunny-eared head, you know?” The woman smiled, settling down into place and closing her eyes. “Either way, I’m ready. The cheesecake is on the table of the address I’ve given you.”

“Right.” Mark collected himself, outstretching his hands. Then he sent a pulse of energy out to her.

Almost immediately, Anne’s face began to redden, a flush creeping across her cheeks. Yet this was a little more than a traditional blush: her skin was turning a deep shade of crimson typically reserved for fruits and paintings. She breathed in and out coolly, opening her eyes even as her mouth sealed over.

Her hair lightened from a dark brown to a verdant green, and the woman’s eyes were full of thanks as she looked at Mark. She felt her hair pull up into a pair of bright leaves, but she couldn’t do anything but look on; her arms and legs felt so numb!

“No need to say anything.” Mark smiled at her, walking over from his desk to pet one of her leaves. “I’m just happy to be able to make your dreams come true.”

Anne’s eyelids fluttered, and she felt her heart race even as her arms and legs shriveled and sank back into her body. She shivered in pleasure, falling onto her side as the bottom of her body tapered to a point. The top of her chest began to expand, her head sinking down in her body until it was just a pair of eyes on her front.

“Sorry for leaving you with those.” Mark chuckled, slipping her out of her clothes. He tucked the oversized strawberry under one of his arms and vanished her clothes with a wave of his hand. “But I’ll need to make sure you’re the perfect size for your cake.”

Anne blinked once, reveling in how immobile she was. More than that, she felt… delicious. It was impossible to describe; she just could feel succulent and juicy. More than that, she felt absolutely gorgeous. The fruity girl shivered as her world warped, and her eyes widened she realized that Mark had somehow sent them to her house.

“Okay, on the kitchen table…” Mark muttered, summoning a mirror in his free hand. He spied the correct place a few moments later and beamed, walking up to the cheesecake and dropping the mirror next to it.

Then he picked up Anne with both hands, lowering her huge form atop her dainty cake. The closer she got, the more she shrank, and Mark made sure to keep her in view of the mirror at all times. She blinked a little curiously, looking at the magician’s reflection.

“Just blink three times when you’re the right size.” Mark muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then he flinched a little. “Oh, but I have to ask: your fiancé knows that you’re doing this, right?”

Anne paused, unsure of how to answer that. Then she remembered she’d written a note for her lover, leaving it just under the cake. She blinked once, looking down to it pointedly.

Mark followed her gaze and chuckled, slipping the note a little more out from under the plate, just to be safe. “Glad to hear it.” He then said with a soft smile, looking back to the mirror to watch Anne’s eyes. She wasn’t blinking, instead just patiently waiting for him to shrink her more.

He readily obliged, shrinking her down to the size of an orange, then a nectarine. She blinked three times rapidly, and Mark stopped with her at twice the size of a normal strawberry. “You sure you want this?” Mark asked. “All changes are final.”

Anne blinked once, then found her eyes forced shut as they sealed over for the remainder of her change. She didn’t even notice that Mark had stripped her of every sense but touch, too busy reveling in the pleasure of being a fruit.

Mark sighed. “Another job well done.” He turned, flinching in surprise as a redheaded and rabbit-eared girl walked into the room before him.

“Great work as ever, boss.” She grinned, twitching her ears as she winked.

“Mira!” Mark’s face brightened immediately, and he smiled, scooping her into a warm hug. “How’s business with you?”

“Great!” She chirped, returning his embrace. “We just worked out a Pokemon Serum!”

“Like the video games?” Mark tilted his head curiously. That seemed a little complex for a mass-produced product… Then again, Mira had employed most of the magicians she’d met in TransFun, so that did explain how she was able to bend the possible.

“Of course like the video games! I see you’ve been filling any of the niche transformations I’ve missed.” Mira chirped, looking past Mark. “Honestly, I was thinking about doing more dangerous serums, but we can’t guarantee the users’ safety. It’s not like magic, we’re still bound by some science.”

“I see.” Mark clicked his fingers, sending them back to his office. “So, any customer complaints?” He asked, walking to his desk to pull out a bottle of juice. “Want any?” He offered.

“Drinking your customers?” Mira chuckled. “We’ve had a few mixed orders at first, and there’s always that rebound problem.” She plopped down into his chair, spinning around contentedly. “But nothing too bad. So what’s it like changing people into food? I hear you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“In between changing people who’re asking for it, yeah. You know, there was this one guy who wanted to be instantly changed into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” He smiled, rolling his eyes. “Not that we’re much better with our changes, but I’ll never understand people who do instant transformations.”

“So did he end up as a snack?” Mira kicked her legs, playing with her ears.

“No, actually! He just wanted to be a sandwich and sit there. He really thanked me for it though.” Mark added with a wry smile. Making people happy really was the greatest joy of being a transformational artist. “Honestly, I don't get it.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

Mark blinked. “Beg pardon?” He asked.

“Have you ever tried it.” Mira repeated herself slowly. “I never thought I'd like changing into any Pokemon, but once I gave it a try it wasn't bad at all.”

“Yeah, well...” Mark sighed. “I kind of haven't. It's not as fun changing yourself alone.”

“Well...” Mira grinned, walking up to her mentor. “Luckily for you, I happen to have a week off right now. And I'm in the mood to become something wormy.” She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. “Never been one of those before.”

“Well, then.” Mark perked up immediately, clicking a button on his desk. “Lara, transfer my changes over to Susan. I'll be taking an impromptu vacation for the next week or so.”

Mira's eyerows shot up to her hairline, but she waited for him to click off the speaker to respond. “Lara Rydell? You actually hired her?”

“She just needs time to learn.” Mark chuckled. “You know, there was a time that you weren't that good with magic, yourself.”

Mira rolled her eyes. “And there was a time you weren't an apple.” She poked his chest, sending a surge of energy through him. His eyes widened, and he unbuttoned his suit to find that his skin was turning a light green.

“You always did love Granny Smith, my wormy friend.” He chuckled, transforming both of their clothes into a large plastic bin beneath them. Then he focused on her, blossoming a new transformation within her form.

Mira gasped, feeling her rabbit ears sink back into her head, replaced with nothingness. She smiled, hugging Mark. “I missed you changing me.” She said, unused to not being able to hear her own voice.

He pressed his lips against her hand. “I did, too.” He mouthed, his skin turning a waxy green. He shivered as his body went immobile, his legs buckling beneath him as they began to round out to the bottom of a common fruit.

Mira's hair began to recede into her scalp and she beamed, her mouth already getting more gummy and simplistic. She opened it, using her teeth to take a quick nibble out of Mark before they vanished.

He arched an eyebrow, his body curling up into a fetal position as his whole form began to fuse, rounding out into an apple.

“I need a hole to get in.” She said, glad that she couldn't hear his response. No doubt it'd be a rewording of her phrase to be overtly sexual. Mira chuckled at the thought, letting the changes overtake her as she placed her mouth just over the hole she'd made.

Her arms fused to her sides and her legs conjoined; her skin gaining a peachy tone as she let the worm transformation run across her body. She could feel each segment of her new form slide into place, and Mira shivered in bliss.

Then the changes reached her head, and she whimpered faintly, feeling her every feature disappear except her mouth. She bit down, coiling her wormy body as she hurriedly began to eat her way into the oversized apple her mentor was becoming.

Mark watched her progress, his eyes sealing over just as the last of her body snaked inside of him. He felt his muscles and bones become soft tissue, and his organs become his new core. He trembled with pleasure, feeling her slowly chew her way into him.

At first she'd been ravenous, digging a deep hole into what was his shoulder. But that had no doubt been due to her transforming on an empty stomach. Now, her warm body settled within his cool, juicy body, and Mark could feel her taking slow nibbles as his form surrounded her with a fruity hug.

For Mira, it was like being surrounded with juicy blankets fitted to her form. She absolutely loved this; maybe she'd need to change into something similar in the not-to-distant future? As it stood, she enjoyed the simplicity of being blind, deaf, and surrounded by the most delicious food she'd ever had.

Her wormy palate was in love with the way her mentor tasted, and she couldn't wait to get to his core. Even better, she'd changed him into a preservative-free apple, so he'd be rotting by the end of the week, getting even mushier for her.

The two magicians settled into what was going to be a wonderful vacation, both totally content with the other.