Sweet Anniversary
a
Trust Machines story
by
clancy688
Steve raised his eyebrows as he looked at the petite raven-haired woman standing on his doorsteps. At a massive 6'2" and 250 pounds, all of it muscle, without a single gram of extra-fat, he was used to having strange chicks run after him. His body would have been enough to attract most gals, but his job as a firefighter added a special something women seemed to crave, an aura of danger and heroism.
Not that this girl looked like any of his usual devotees. Truth to tell, even those weren't ringing his doorbell well past ten in the evening, but aside from that minor fact she missed the typical 'bimbo-look' he so despised. Apparently, girls seemed to think that they had to dress like a hooker to land with the facsimile of a Greek god. This girl, though, was clothed fairly normally, in jeans and sweater, and she wasn't wearing a pancake of make-up in her face.
"Um... are you Steve Burden? The firefighter?" The girl mumbled insecurely now, her brown eyes staring at her feet. Somehow, she seemed terribly embarrassed, a fact which made Steve even more curious. After all, he'd never seen her before in his life.
"Yes." he answered with a chuckle. "That's me. And you are? Don't worry. I don't bite!" He flashed a pearl-white grin at the woman, the action only increasing her insecurity.
"I'm... Ann. The fire brigade gave me your address." she stammered, then fidgeted with her hands. "Actually... Iwantedtothankyouforrescuingme!" The last bit she sputtered out like a machine gun and Steve furrowed his brows. It wasn't unusual for people who had been rescued by the fire brigade to thank their saviors, but despite what popular television shows lead most of the citizens to believe, it didn't happen that often. Moreover, he didn't remember having met this girl, much less having rescued her out of mortal danger.
"Okay... Ann." he answered therefore with a puzzled face. "I'm glad to have been able to help, but somehow I can't remember the occasion. Have you perhaps been in that burning warehouse two months ago...?"
Ann shook her head. "No..." she mumbled. "You saved me today..."
Now Steve was totally lost. Today? But there hadn't been anybody in danger today. Only the usual stuff... false fire alerts, minor car accidents with oil- and gasoline leakage...
"The cat in the tree..." Ann offered. Somehow, her face managed to turn even a shade redder, now reflecting an overripe tomato. But the suggestion triggered something in Steve's memory.
"Wait..." he said, "Cat in the tree? That was yours?" He had to chuckle as he thought back at this specific mission. Somehow, a cat had managed to scramble up a tree, but then hadn't found the courage to scramble down again. The helpless appearance of her owner had spawned the efforts of an incidentally passing police officer who had tried to get the scared kitten down. Unsuccessfully, not that Steve would have expected anything else from police officers. Finally, the man had decided to do the smart thing and called professionals for help. Ordering Steve, his team and their giant ladder truck to scene.
By now, Ann looked like she wanted to vanish on the spot. "Actually... I was the cat." She whispered so faintly that Steve first thought he'd misunderstood her. But then her statement registered and wheels began turning in his head.
"Waaaaait a moment..." he said long-drawn out. "The cat... was you? You had been Venned?"
Embarrassed, the young woman looked at him and nodded her head. For a moment, Steve simply stared back. And then he started to laugh. First faintly, but his laughs became louder and louder until he was basically roaring with delight, having to hold his stomach.
"What?" Ann asked defensively and about as red as a fire engine. "Why are laughing? It was an accident, okay? I just wanted to try it out, being a cat and being pampered by my friend... I didn't plan on being stuck in that tree!" The last part, she'd basically shouted with a desperate voice and with great effort, Steve managed to get himself under control again.
"Sorry." he said while wiping tears out of his eyes. "I'm not laughing at you. But still... that this kitten was a Venned human... awesome!" he spasmed again as he called the scene to his mind a second time. The whole street closed off to make room for the firefighters. A giant fire engine with blinking lights sitting in the middle of the road, the great ladder extended towards the tree. Dozens of curious onlookers observing the rescue. And on the ladder... Steve. With a giant grin plastered all over his face and cradling a mortified cat in his arms.
"When I put you back into your friend's arms... You looked like you wanted to disappear right there and then." he had to giggle again. "I had wondered why the cat had managed to look more embarrassed than its owner, which took quite some effort, let me tell you, but now everything makes waaaay more sense..." Steve broke up into hysterical laughter once more.
Helplessly, the raven-haired girl tried her best to pierce him with angry stares, but the attack bounced off like a cat's claws from titanium.
"Hokay, I'll be good." he sniveled finally. "So, I indeed saved you. And you want to thank me. Great, I know a cool little café right around the corner."
The apparent non-sequitur nonplussed Ann, wiping away her forced-appearing angry stare. "Um... excuse me?" she blinked, her confusion even plotting away a bit of her embarrassment. Steve had to detain himself from grinning. He liked the girl! And since he hadn't anything else to do this evening anyway...
"Your offer." he said nonchalant. "I'm accepting, of course. There's a nice café around the corner you can buy me a coffee and chat."
"Are you asking me out?" Ann replied with wide open eyes, prompting Steve to chuckle again.
"No, silly." he said, ignoring Ann's flush at the playful vibe. "You are asking me out. You want to thank me for rescuing me, so you're asking me out for a nice little chat in a nice little café and buy me a coffee. Isn't that right?" Steve grinned at the raven-haired girl who was staring at him open-mouthed, apparently unsure whether she should be outraged or excited that a guy of his looks wanted to drink a coffee with her.
In the end, cautious excitement seemed to gain the upper-hand. "Um... okay, I guess..." Ann mumbled. "Then... to thank you, I'd like to ask you out for a coffee." She even managed to put on a sly smile! "I've heard that there's a nice little café around the corner."
Steve smiled back widely. "Of course, I'd love to!" he exclaimed.
In the end, Ann's company proved to be very enjoyable. After the girl had managed to get over her excitement and enjoyment alike, the two of them had discovered that they had much in common. In fact, in the two hours they'd spent in the small café, Steve had grown more comfortable and open with Ann than with most other girls he'd met - including many of his earlier girlfriends or lovers. Ann was intelligent and charming, at least after she'd managed to put down her shyness.
"Okay, so you went up that tree because a dog was chasing you?" Steve asked now. After two hours of pleasant small-talk during which Ann had tried her outmost to sail the conversation around its underlying cause, he'd finally manage to return it to the reason of their sitting together at this table.
Ann nodded, blushing a bit again. "Yeah... I mean, Linda had put me down so that I could try out walking on four legs... but then suddenly this big dog came around the corner. He was gigantic! And somehow my flight-instincts were triggered and I found myself up that tree. Without any way of coming down again."
Steve snickered. "And you needed the fire brigade for rescue." Interested, he eyed his opposite. "Why had you wanted to change into a cat anyway?"
Nervously, Ann stroked her raven hair. "I just like cats." she said after a brief pause. "And I had been curious how it would feel being one... being petted by a human and stuff. That's why I'd asked my friend Linda to change my into one and care for and pampering me over the weekend." She bit her lip. "It had taken some efforts at persuasion, but finally she had carved in. Well... until that dog happened."
"I notice that you're human again?" Steve observed. "Does that mean that Linda was less than thrilled at all the clamor?"
"You can say so." Ann confirmed sadly. "She was at least as embarrassed as me and changed me back immediately, shouting at me and then vanishing in fury. Well, I can't blame her." She shrugged. "So I wanted to end a horribly embarrassing day in good spirits..."
"...and that's why you came to thank me." Steve completed Ann's sentence. "I understand. Still..." His face grew thoughtful and Ann eyed him warily.
"I've only known you for a bit more than two hours-" she laughed, "-but I can already tell that you're scheming something. What's it?"
Steve chuckled. "Oh well," he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously, "But how about I pamper you over the weekend? I haven't got anything else to do. And while my household certainly is way too chaotic to house a human female..."
He let his voice trail off and eyed Ann attentively. The idea had just popped up in his head, and somehow it seemed like fun. Why not? Ann seemed like a nice person. And she wouldn't scratch her claws on his furniture. Probably...
The young woman made big eyes. "You want to house me for the weekend? As a cat? And care for me? Really?" Steve was a bit taken aback by Ann's eagerness. Actually, he had expected a bit more hesitancy. But the raven-haired really seemed to be fascinated by the idea. And he had to admit that the cat she'd been had looked cute, so...
"Yep!" he grinned therefore. "There's a Venn Machine nearby. I can change you right away if you want. And then I'll pet you for the rest of the evening. You'll be the most pampered cat in the city!"
He didn't have to ask twice.
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"Hey Sweetheart, sorry for making you wait. What's with the absent look on your face?" Steve's voice yanked Ann out of her thoughts and she flashed her boyfriend a bright smile.
"Oh, I was just reminiscing about how we met." Ann had to giggle as she found herself scooped up in his arms, eagerly responding to his kiss. "It's been exactly one year." she continued after he'd put her down again, "And I'm really looking forward to our anniversary. But I'm wondering... why did you choose this hotel?"
Steve smiled back. "You mean, why did I choose a hotel in the middle of nowhere, instead at a lovely beach, a breath-taking mountain range, a lively metropolis...?" He let his voice trail of and Ann nodded, slightly embarrassed.
Other boyfriends would have suspected their girlfriends being disappointed by such a choice, but Ann was genuinely curious and she knew Steve well enough to be dead certain that he wouldn't think that way of her. It still felt wrong to ask such a question when she'd been invited by Steve, though... not that the big rescuer seemed to feel miffed.
"Well, our luggage is already on the way to our room, I have our keycards here-" he waved a pair of keycards in the air "-so why don't I take you to this hotel's special feature? Follow me!"
Curiously, Ann followed her mountainous boyfriend through a corridor into a larger hall. He was that broad-shouldered and she was that petite that she only got a view of what was placed in the middle of the hall when Steve stepped to the side after they'd stopped. Then, though, Ann's jaw hit the bottom.
"A Venn Machine?" she gasped, staring at the inconspicuous cuboid cowering in the middle of the otherwise empty room, the Venn logo patiently spinning on its wall, the two "doors" being open and ready for users. Until now, she'd only seen these machines in malls or at beaches. But certainly not inside privately owned property!
"Cool, isn't it?" Steve asked rhetorically and went closer to the machine, Ann following him in a light daze. "This is a Venn Hotel, they have their own Venn Machine. Don't ask me how they got it, though-" he furrowed his brows, "-I've heard that these things tend to pop up on their own."
Wondrously, Ann eyed the machine. "So you mean that just like there are spa hotels and sport hotels-"
"-This is a transformation hotel, yes. And since only hotel guests can use the thing, there isn't any danger of encountering a queue like in malls." Smiling, Steve stepped into the booth. "Come on, follow me in." He waited until Ann had entered the other site and the doors had vanished. "Since our first meeting had been, somehow, caused by a Venn Machine, I thought that it would be appropriate to spend our anniversary in such a hotel."
Excited, Ann looked at the interface, currently displaying the widely grinning image of her boyfriend. "Why do I have the the suspicion that there's a specific change you want me to do?" she smirked at Steve who chuckled in response.
"Because you know me too well, my love." He replied. "Say 'history'. And then the third bubble from the left. Ben was so nice and tested this specific change beforehand with me."
Frowning, Ann complied. The change she got displayed after following these instructions seemed quite unspectacular. "Only a change of skin color? That's it?" she asked a bit disappointed. She'd expected something more... interesting. Something unique.
Steve simply smiled. "Oh, don't worry." he said. "You won't be disappointed. You'll understand once you've changed me. It's exactly the right change to please a woman you love..."
"Um, right." Ann shrugged, then pressed the button. "All right, here goes nothing!" In pleasant anticipation, the girl bounced out of the Venn Machine, turning towards the other exit and waiting for Steve. And her eyes went wide as saucers as he stepped out. She had expected her boyfriend, only in the form of a black-skinned man. What emerged, though, was definitely Steve-shaped, definitely human-shaped, definitely a brownish black, but most definitely not human. "Oh my God!" Ann gasped, Steve's body leaving her nearly speechless. "Is that... are you...?" she managed to stutter while her boyfriend flashed her a wide smile out of a chocolate-brown face.
"Yip!" he confirmed cheerfully. "Chocolate. I am chocolate. The sweetest boyfriend you'll ever get."
Amazed, Ann took his shape in. He was indeed over six feet of walking chocolate-human. The only part of his body which wasn't chocolate were his eyes, apparently made out of clear jello. Fascinated, she reached out with a hand, stroking Steve's arm. It felt like normal, solid chocolate, yet it was flexible like normal, human flesh.
"Most boyfriends present chocolate to their girlfriends." Steve explained smugly while Ann continued to marvel. "Some change themselves into chocolate. But there's only one boyfriend in the world who'll become walking chocolate. Wanna take a bite?" He wiggled his little finger and bewildered, Ann stared at him.
"What do you mean? Are you... edible?"
Steve simply grinned back. "Of course." he exclaimed. "I'm chocolate. And you can eat chocolate. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." he twinkled as he saw concern flashing over Ann's face.
"Um... okay..." Hesitantly, his girlfriend took his outstretched arm into her hand. She eyed his little finger and then, slowly, took it into her mouth.
"Don't worry. Just bite." Steve encouraged her and grinned, as her teeth took his finger off.
It felt totally strange for Ann to bite down on the chocolate finger. She'd felt it twitching in her mouth, but the moment when her teeth sliced through the tender sweet, it became still. And started to melt on her warm tongue. Filling her mouth with an incredible taste. Her eyes flew wide open.
"Wow!!!" Ann exclaimed after having swallowed the sweet treat. "That tasted... I mean, you taste... glorious!" Longingly, she stared at Steve's brown body and her boyfriend laughed.
"Having acquired a taste for me, haven't you?" He boomed. "Well, why don't we go to our room, so that you can elaborately sample my flavor? Besides doing... other things?" He twinkled again and Ann felt her heart flutter. She had a good idea what he was talking about, and doing it with a walking chocolate man... this anniversary was going to be awesome.
"Oh, I was just reminiscing about how we met." Ann had to giggle as she found herself scooped up in his arms, eagerly responding to his kiss. "It's been exactly one year." she continued after he'd put her down again, "And I'm really looking forward to our anniversary. But I'm wondering... why did you choose this hotel?"
Steve smiled back. "You mean, why did I choose a hotel in the middle of nowhere, instead at a lovely beach, a breath-taking mountain range, a lively metropolis...?" He let his voice trail of and Ann nodded, slightly embarrassed.
Other boyfriends would have suspected their girlfriends being disappointed by such a choice, but Ann was genuinely curious and she knew Steve well enough to be dead certain that he wouldn't think that way of her. It still felt wrong to ask such a question when she'd been invited by Steve, though... not that the big rescuer seemed to feel miffed.
"Well, our luggage is already on the way to our room, I have our keycards here-" he waved a pair of keycards in the air "-so why don't I take you to this hotel's special feature? Follow me!"
Curiously, Ann followed her mountainous boyfriend through a corridor into a larger hall. He was that broad-shouldered and she was that petite that she only got a view of what was placed in the middle of the hall when Steve stepped to the side after they'd stopped. Then, though, Ann's jaw hit the bottom.
"A Venn Machine?" she gasped, staring at the inconspicuous cuboid cowering in the middle of the otherwise empty room, the Venn logo patiently spinning on its wall, the two "doors" being open and ready for users. Until now, she'd only seen these machines in malls or at beaches. But certainly not inside privately owned property!
"Cool, isn't it?" Steve asked rhetorically and went closer to the machine, Ann following him in a light daze. "This is a Venn Hotel, they have their own Venn Machine. Don't ask me how they got it, though-" he furrowed his brows, "-I've heard that these things tend to pop up on their own."
Wondrously, Ann eyed the machine. "So you mean that just like there are spa hotels and sport hotels-"
"-This is a transformation hotel, yes. And since only hotel guests can use the thing, there isn't any danger of encountering a queue like in malls." Smiling, Steve stepped into the booth. "Come on, follow me in." He waited until Ann had entered the other site and the doors had vanished. "Since our first meeting had been, somehow, caused by a Venn Machine, I thought that it would be appropriate to spend our anniversary in such a hotel."
Excited, Ann looked at the interface, currently displaying the widely grinning image of her boyfriend. "Why do I have the the suspicion that there's a specific change you want me to do?" she smirked at Steve who chuckled in response.
"Because you know me too well, my love." He replied. "Say 'history'. And then the third bubble from the left. Ben was so nice and tested this specific change beforehand with me."
Frowning, Ann complied. The change she got displayed after following these instructions seemed quite unspectacular. "Only a change of skin color? That's it?" she asked a bit disappointed. She'd expected something more... interesting. Something unique.
Steve simply smiled. "Oh, don't worry." he said. "You won't be disappointed. You'll understand once you've changed me. It's exactly the right change to please a woman you love..."
"Um, right." Ann shrugged, then pressed the button. "All right, here goes nothing!" In pleasant anticipation, the girl bounced out of the Venn Machine, turning towards the other exit and waiting for Steve. And her eyes went wide as saucers as he stepped out. She had expected her boyfriend, only in the form of a black-skinned man. What emerged, though, was definitely Steve-shaped, definitely human-shaped, definitely a brownish black, but most definitely not human. "Oh my God!" Ann gasped, Steve's body leaving her nearly speechless. "Is that... are you...?" she managed to stutter while her boyfriend flashed her a wide smile out of a chocolate-brown face.
"Yip!" he confirmed cheerfully. "Chocolate. I am chocolate. The sweetest boyfriend you'll ever get."
Amazed, Ann took his shape in. He was indeed over six feet of walking chocolate-human. The only part of his body which wasn't chocolate were his eyes, apparently made out of clear jello. Fascinated, she reached out with a hand, stroking Steve's arm. It felt like normal, solid chocolate, yet it was flexible like normal, human flesh.
"Most boyfriends present chocolate to their girlfriends." Steve explained smugly while Ann continued to marvel. "Some change themselves into chocolate. But there's only one boyfriend in the world who'll become walking chocolate. Wanna take a bite?" He wiggled his little finger and bewildered, Ann stared at him.
"What do you mean? Are you... edible?"
Steve simply grinned back. "Of course." he exclaimed. "I'm chocolate. And you can eat chocolate. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." he twinkled as he saw concern flashing over Ann's face.
"Um... okay..." Hesitantly, his girlfriend took his outstretched arm into her hand. She eyed his little finger and then, slowly, took it into her mouth.
"Don't worry. Just bite." Steve encouraged her and grinned, as her teeth took his finger off.
It felt totally strange for Ann to bite down on the chocolate finger. She'd felt it twitching in her mouth, but the moment when her teeth sliced through the tender sweet, it became still. And started to melt on her warm tongue. Filling her mouth with an incredible taste. Her eyes flew wide open.
"Wow!!!" Ann exclaimed after having swallowed the sweet treat. "That tasted... I mean, you taste... glorious!" Longingly, she stared at Steve's brown body and her boyfriend laughed.
"Having acquired a taste for me, haven't you?" He boomed. "Well, why don't we go to our room, so that you can elaborately sample my flavor? Besides doing... other things?" He twinkled again and Ann felt her heart flutter. She had a good idea what he was talking about, and doing it with a walking chocolate man... this anniversary was going to be awesome.
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Smiling, Steve laid in their hotel room's full-size bed, Ann's exhausted body gently snoring on top of him. Gently, he stroked his sleeping girlfriend's hair, his hand (or rather what Ann had left of it) leaving a brownish, chocolaty smear on her face. The big man had to grin as he looked around. Ann's face was not the only place which had been splattered with chocolate. In fact, her whole body and the entire bed looked like a couple of kids with buckets full of molten chocolate had played in it.
Which wasn't that far removed from reality, actually. The things the two had done before still sent shivers down Steve's tasty back. Sex had only been a tiny fraction of all the fun they'd had, and feeling his body being eaten bit by bit by his lover, feeling parts of himself being smeared over her skin and flowing down towards her stomach had actually been far more exciting. A blissful smile appeared on Steve's face as he recalled the incredible sensations again.
Still, the evening wasn't over yet. Just as usual after dinner, Ann had become sleepy after she'd gorged herself with his delicate body and shortly thereafter she'd dozed off. He had counted on this, and as soon as Ann had entered the land of dreams, he'd put the second part of his plan into motion.
Steve could already feel how his body was becoming more malleable, Ann's body's warmth and the enabled heater already taking its toll on his changed composition. It wouldn't be long until he'd become liquid, melting down into a large, brown puddle of chocolate. He was actually looking forward to it, wondering how it would feel simply being a molten mass. But that was only an additional extra, since his liquefaction should help Ann discover something else.
I really hope she's going to find it... He thought as he closed his eyes, patiently waiting while his body steadily started to lose shape.
Which wasn't that far removed from reality, actually. The things the two had done before still sent shivers down Steve's tasty back. Sex had only been a tiny fraction of all the fun they'd had, and feeling his body being eaten bit by bit by his lover, feeling parts of himself being smeared over her skin and flowing down towards her stomach had actually been far more exciting. A blissful smile appeared on Steve's face as he recalled the incredible sensations again.
Still, the evening wasn't over yet. Just as usual after dinner, Ann had become sleepy after she'd gorged herself with his delicate body and shortly thereafter she'd dozed off. He had counted on this, and as soon as Ann had entered the land of dreams, he'd put the second part of his plan into motion.
Steve could already feel how his body was becoming more malleable, Ann's body's warmth and the enabled heater already taking its toll on his changed composition. It wouldn't be long until he'd become liquid, melting down into a large, brown puddle of chocolate. He was actually looking forward to it, wondering how it would feel simply being a molten mass. But that was only an additional extra, since his liquefaction should help Ann discover something else.
I really hope she's going to find it... He thought as he closed his eyes, patiently waiting while his body steadily started to lose shape.
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Slowly, Ann opened her eyes. It was still dark, so she hadn't slept that long. A quick glimpse at the digital alarm clock next to the bed confirmed this assessment. Her belly felt as if it would burst any minute, which was hardly surprising, given the fact that she'd eaten quite a few pounds of chocolate.
Right after they had entered their room, engaging in 'other things'. Making love to a chocolate human had been one of the sweetest things (no pun intended!) she'd ever done in her life, especially the fact that kisses had been chocolate flavored had been awesome. Not to mention his seed, basically vanilla sauce...
Unfortunately, they had only been able to do it a couple of times, then the heat of the act had taken its toll on Steve's chocolaty virility. Not that there hadn't been other fun things you could do with 250 lbs of walking chocolate. When exhaustion had finally forced Ann to close her eyes, she'd been covered in molten chocolate from head to toe, and Steve had been missing quite a few fingers and toes and... other things.
Speaking of Steve... what was this sticky, warm feeling all over her body? Startled, Ann tried to sit herself upright in the bed. While Steve didn't snore, he was normally breathing quite audible in his sleep. Now, though, she didn't hear anything and... and why was it that hot anyway? Not to mention the squishy stuff she felt all around her...
Her eyes flew wide open and swiftly, Ann crawled over towards the light switch, her hands and knees sinking deep into a warm, half-molten material. There, the switch! Bright light illuminated the room and it took a few seconds until Ann's vision had become accustomed to the sudden change in illumination, but then her eyes flew wide open. Steve was still there... his body was... or rather, his body's material.
Somehow, it was insanely hot in the room and a quick view at the heater confirmed her suspicion - Steve must have put it on maximum power, explaining the heat. It probably was well above 30°C, not the ideal environment for chocolate. And so where her boyfriend had lied a few hours before, now only a molten, indistinguishable heap of semiliquid chocolate in approximate human proportions remained. Well, except for the large holes in the molten sweet where her hands and knees had penetrated the soft mass.
"Steve...?" Ann waited for a response, but nothing came. Not that she had expected differently. During their... play before, they had discovered that parts of his body became unresponsive as soon as they lost shape. He could still feel them, but not move them anymore. And given the fact that his entire body had lost its shape now...
A sly smile appeared on Ann's face as she stepped forwards again, burying her hands in the squishy mass of her boyfriend. Giggling, she put one finger into her mouth, licking the sweet chocolate from her skin. "I think I have to concur with you there..." she mused while playing with Steve's molten body, her hands shaping and forging it like wet sand on a beach. "You're just the sweetest boyfriend ever! And I'll make sure to eat as much of you as I can..." She wasn't sure if that he was still able to hear in this condition, but even if he wasn't... he would be able to feel her!
And therefore she threw herself right into molten mass, giggling as she soiled herself with chocolate. The hotel room was steadily taking a brownish complexion, but that didn't bother Ann. When Steve would change back, all of the chocolate on the walls would disappear as well. So she could as well... what was that?
Ann paused. She'd gorged herself through the biggest remaining part of Steve's chocolate body, what had made up his torso, and her hands had brushed over something solid... Carefully, she probed for the foreign body again. There it was, so it hadn't been her imagination. Swiftly, she extracted it from the molten mass and upheld it in front of her body. It was covered in chocolate, but it was slightly smaller than her palm and rectangular, a small box...
Abruptly, Ann's heart began to beat faster. That... couldn't be, could it?! With trembling hands she opened the tiny box and there it was. A torrent of emotion exploded into Ann's mind as she breathlessly stared at the gleaming, golden ring sitting inside the velvet case. Tears began streaking down her face, but they were tears of joy.
"Oh my God, Steve! Of course, yes! I say yes!" she blurted out happily, pressing the still chocolate-covered case to her chest. Not only had he transformed himself into a walking chocolate-man, no, he had also somehow put an engagement ring inside his chocolaty chest, where it would only emerge when he melted.
Exuberantly, Ann started rolling around in the molten chocolate again, all the while humming happily. Finally though, she calmed down and giggling she looked at the mess of their bed. "Oh, this is the best anniversary ever." the jubilant girl smiled, then giggled as the absurdity of the situation registered. "Oh my... I wonder which's crazier - me being proposed to by chocolate, or me telling chocolate that I love it...? But then again, what girl doesn't love chocolate?"
Ann giggled again throwing bits and pieces of Steve around until she finally sobered down. "Hm..." she thought while alternating her gaze between the ring in her hand and her boyfriend all over the room. "I can't wait to tell you that I accept from person to person."
A quick view at the clock told her that Steve would turn back in approximately one hour. So she needed to wait one more hour until she could tell him her "Yes!" directly. On the other hand...
"Hm, I'm wondering..." the raven-haired girl mused. Steve had done a Venn proposal, so wouldn't it be cool to give him the answer in a Venned state as well...? Yeah, that would be totally awesome, and Steve would like it as well, she reckoned. But then how to present her answer to him...?
Ann pondered this. Aside from her weekend as a cat which had spawned their relationship, they hadn't used Venn Machines that often. There had been the occasional evening as cat-humans, a change which had been suggested by her. Actually, this Venn Hotel anniversary had been the first time Steve had proposed to use a Venn Machine. So what change would he like? He'd seemed quite pleased with them being half-cats, but somehow Ann had felt as if he was missing the absolute delight she experienced with such change.
Intensely, she kept thinking, and then, suddenly, her gaze fell on Steve's laptop case and an idea popped up in her head. There had been a few times when Ann had used his laptop, and once she'd stumbled over an image site which Steve had forgotten to close after he'd used the computer before. It had contained images of Venned people, of very peculiar Venned people, and at that time Ann had wondered if this was Steve's bedroom fantasy, just like being half-cats was hers.
Still, he had never asked her to change into this, and she had never asked either. On one side, she hadn't wanted to tell Steve that she'd abused his faith in her, even by accident. And on the other side, she had been quite relieved that he hadn't asked, for these specific changes had crept her out quite a bit.
Now though... it still appalled her to change into such a form, but nonetheless, she didn't need any time at all to make her decision. Steve had just asked her to become his wife. And what better way was there to show him that she was serious about her response then to deliver it like this? Once she'd read that love is a condition where another's happiness is more important to you than your own, and for the first time in her life, she fully understood the significance of this statement now. She'd show him how much his happiness meant to her, even if it meant to become something which caused her anxiety.
Determined, Ann stood up, gently depositing the ring in its box on the bedside cabinet. Now there was only one question left. Was the hotel's reception still manned - and if so, would the concierge help her using the Venn Machine...?
Right after they had entered their room, engaging in 'other things'. Making love to a chocolate human had been one of the sweetest things (no pun intended!) she'd ever done in her life, especially the fact that kisses had been chocolate flavored had been awesome. Not to mention his seed, basically vanilla sauce...
Unfortunately, they had only been able to do it a couple of times, then the heat of the act had taken its toll on Steve's chocolaty virility. Not that there hadn't been other fun things you could do with 250 lbs of walking chocolate. When exhaustion had finally forced Ann to close her eyes, she'd been covered in molten chocolate from head to toe, and Steve had been missing quite a few fingers and toes and... other things.
Speaking of Steve... what was this sticky, warm feeling all over her body? Startled, Ann tried to sit herself upright in the bed. While Steve didn't snore, he was normally breathing quite audible in his sleep. Now, though, she didn't hear anything and... and why was it that hot anyway? Not to mention the squishy stuff she felt all around her...
Her eyes flew wide open and swiftly, Ann crawled over towards the light switch, her hands and knees sinking deep into a warm, half-molten material. There, the switch! Bright light illuminated the room and it took a few seconds until Ann's vision had become accustomed to the sudden change in illumination, but then her eyes flew wide open. Steve was still there... his body was... or rather, his body's material.
Somehow, it was insanely hot in the room and a quick view at the heater confirmed her suspicion - Steve must have put it on maximum power, explaining the heat. It probably was well above 30°C, not the ideal environment for chocolate. And so where her boyfriend had lied a few hours before, now only a molten, indistinguishable heap of semiliquid chocolate in approximate human proportions remained. Well, except for the large holes in the molten sweet where her hands and knees had penetrated the soft mass.
"Steve...?" Ann waited for a response, but nothing came. Not that she had expected differently. During their... play before, they had discovered that parts of his body became unresponsive as soon as they lost shape. He could still feel them, but not move them anymore. And given the fact that his entire body had lost its shape now...
A sly smile appeared on Ann's face as she stepped forwards again, burying her hands in the squishy mass of her boyfriend. Giggling, she put one finger into her mouth, licking the sweet chocolate from her skin. "I think I have to concur with you there..." she mused while playing with Steve's molten body, her hands shaping and forging it like wet sand on a beach. "You're just the sweetest boyfriend ever! And I'll make sure to eat as much of you as I can..." She wasn't sure if that he was still able to hear in this condition, but even if he wasn't... he would be able to feel her!
And therefore she threw herself right into molten mass, giggling as she soiled herself with chocolate. The hotel room was steadily taking a brownish complexion, but that didn't bother Ann. When Steve would change back, all of the chocolate on the walls would disappear as well. So she could as well... what was that?
Ann paused. She'd gorged herself through the biggest remaining part of Steve's chocolate body, what had made up his torso, and her hands had brushed over something solid... Carefully, she probed for the foreign body again. There it was, so it hadn't been her imagination. Swiftly, she extracted it from the molten mass and upheld it in front of her body. It was covered in chocolate, but it was slightly smaller than her palm and rectangular, a small box...
Abruptly, Ann's heart began to beat faster. That... couldn't be, could it?! With trembling hands she opened the tiny box and there it was. A torrent of emotion exploded into Ann's mind as she breathlessly stared at the gleaming, golden ring sitting inside the velvet case. Tears began streaking down her face, but they were tears of joy.
"Oh my God, Steve! Of course, yes! I say yes!" she blurted out happily, pressing the still chocolate-covered case to her chest. Not only had he transformed himself into a walking chocolate-man, no, he had also somehow put an engagement ring inside his chocolaty chest, where it would only emerge when he melted.
Exuberantly, Ann started rolling around in the molten chocolate again, all the while humming happily. Finally though, she calmed down and giggling she looked at the mess of their bed. "Oh, this is the best anniversary ever." the jubilant girl smiled, then giggled as the absurdity of the situation registered. "Oh my... I wonder which's crazier - me being proposed to by chocolate, or me telling chocolate that I love it...? But then again, what girl doesn't love chocolate?"
Ann giggled again throwing bits and pieces of Steve around until she finally sobered down. "Hm..." she thought while alternating her gaze between the ring in her hand and her boyfriend all over the room. "I can't wait to tell you that I accept from person to person."
A quick view at the clock told her that Steve would turn back in approximately one hour. So she needed to wait one more hour until she could tell him her "Yes!" directly. On the other hand...
"Hm, I'm wondering..." the raven-haired girl mused. Steve had done a Venn proposal, so wouldn't it be cool to give him the answer in a Venned state as well...? Yeah, that would be totally awesome, and Steve would like it as well, she reckoned. But then how to present her answer to him...?
Ann pondered this. Aside from her weekend as a cat which had spawned their relationship, they hadn't used Venn Machines that often. There had been the occasional evening as cat-humans, a change which had been suggested by her. Actually, this Venn Hotel anniversary had been the first time Steve had proposed to use a Venn Machine. So what change would he like? He'd seemed quite pleased with them being half-cats, but somehow Ann had felt as if he was missing the absolute delight she experienced with such change.
Intensely, she kept thinking, and then, suddenly, her gaze fell on Steve's laptop case and an idea popped up in her head. There had been a few times when Ann had used his laptop, and once she'd stumbled over an image site which Steve had forgotten to close after he'd used the computer before. It had contained images of Venned people, of very peculiar Venned people, and at that time Ann had wondered if this was Steve's bedroom fantasy, just like being half-cats was hers.
Still, he had never asked her to change into this, and she had never asked either. On one side, she hadn't wanted to tell Steve that she'd abused his faith in her, even by accident. And on the other side, she had been quite relieved that he hadn't asked, for these specific changes had crept her out quite a bit.
Now though... it still appalled her to change into such a form, but nonetheless, she didn't need any time at all to make her decision. Steve had just asked her to become his wife. And what better way was there to show him that she was serious about her response then to deliver it like this? Once she'd read that love is a condition where another's happiness is more important to you than your own, and for the first time in her life, she fully understood the significance of this statement now. She'd show him how much his happiness meant to her, even if it meant to become something which caused her anxiety.
Determined, Ann stood up, gently depositing the ring in its box on the bedside cabinet. Now there was only one question left. Was the hotel's reception still manned - and if so, would the concierge help her using the Venn Machine...?
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Suddenly, Steve wasn't distributed all over the room (and in a very specific someone's stomach) anymore. Instead, he was lying in a ruffled, but spotless-clean bed. Being eaten had already been awesome to behold, but melting... and feeling Ann splashing around in his malleable remains had been something else entirely. He just hoped that she'd discovered the ring. Quickly, his hand darted into his pocket. Yes! The box was gone. So it had been removed while he'd been in semiliquid state.
On the other hand, if Ann had discovered the ring... where was she? Because Steve suddenly realized that he was lying alone in the bed. Confused, he looked around. It was dark in the room, but the curtains were wide open, with the moon shining into the room, enough light for him to make out contours. And Ann wasn't there. His heart dropped for a moment. Had his proposal been to soon? Had he scared her away? Frightened, he reached for the light switch, but...
"Pleassssse don't!" a voice interrupted him and Steve stopped dead in his tracks. "I ssssink it makesssss more an impresssssion when ssssse light isssss out." The voice sounded like Ann's, but there was an additional undertone, not to mention the strange hissing... Steve stared towards the location of the voice and spotted two gleaming eyes which were fixated on him. They were Ann's, so much he could see, but different at the same time. Like her eyes as a cat-human had been, only that then they had been ellipsoids. Now, her eyes were small slits and Steve held his breath as the strange pair of eyes, accompanied by a scraping noise, came closer.
The being moved itself forward in front of the window and Steve gasped as the moon illuminated the changed shape of his girlfriend. A large, scaly hood appeared, similar to a Cobra's, with Ann's face in the middle of it. But it was changed in an equally bestial and beautiful way. Her nose was flat, but her mouth was a protruding snout, with four large fangs behind scaly, but mobile lips. A forked tongue needled in and out, tasting at the air and Steve's stare went downwards. Below the hood, a pair of bare, but scaly breasts emerged, the only human feature besides the face. Because down below, there were no arms, nor legs. Only a long, scaly, snaky tail.
"Do you like it?" Ann hissed as she slit her long body onto the bed. Steve could only stare in wonder in amazement at his girlfriend's radically changed body. He'd fantasized of her doing such a change, but he'd never had the heart to actually ask her for it...
"But... but... how did you know? Why?" he gasped as Ann the snake-woman started to coil herself around him, his hands stroking along her smooth, scaly body. His girlfriend's arms and legs were gone, the diminishment of her body being a beauty of its own. Her entwinement was gentle, but at the same time Steve felt the power of the muscles hidden behind her scales. The hug was a loving one, yet he was fully at the mercy of the snake-woman, a realization which excited him to no ends.
"Oh, my love... sssssere'sssss not much you can hide from me." She gave him an ironic smile, the sight of her bared fangs sending shivers of excitement down his back. "And while I had sssssome inhibitionsssss of becoming sssssuch a creature, I have to sssssay, it'sssss interessssting... no armsssss... no legsssss.... but all sssssis power!" She'd delivered her speech from less than a foot below the ceiling, glowering down on the puny human below her from her magnificent eyes, but now she lowered herself down to his height. "I asssssked ssssse consssssierge to change me. She ssssseemed ssssskilled in changing people. Ssssso I assssk again... do you like it..?"
"Do I like it?" Mesmerized, Steve stared into the reptilian eyes of the love of his life. "I... I love it!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "I've always dreamed of you doing such a change, but when we visited my friend Ben and you became so scared of his snakes, I didn't dare to ask. So why did you...?" His heart began beating madly as the beautiful snake-woman in front of him slid closer, until her snout nearly touched his face. Her tongue was darting in and out and flickering over his face lovingly, and he could feel himself growing stiff in anticipation of the words he'd hoped he'd hear from Ann from the moment on he'd bought the ring.
On the other hand, if Ann had discovered the ring... where was she? Because Steve suddenly realized that he was lying alone in the bed. Confused, he looked around. It was dark in the room, but the curtains were wide open, with the moon shining into the room, enough light for him to make out contours. And Ann wasn't there. His heart dropped for a moment. Had his proposal been to soon? Had he scared her away? Frightened, he reached for the light switch, but...
"Pleassssse don't!" a voice interrupted him and Steve stopped dead in his tracks. "I ssssink it makesssss more an impresssssion when ssssse light isssss out." The voice sounded like Ann's, but there was an additional undertone, not to mention the strange hissing... Steve stared towards the location of the voice and spotted two gleaming eyes which were fixated on him. They were Ann's, so much he could see, but different at the same time. Like her eyes as a cat-human had been, only that then they had been ellipsoids. Now, her eyes were small slits and Steve held his breath as the strange pair of eyes, accompanied by a scraping noise, came closer.
The being moved itself forward in front of the window and Steve gasped as the moon illuminated the changed shape of his girlfriend. A large, scaly hood appeared, similar to a Cobra's, with Ann's face in the middle of it. But it was changed in an equally bestial and beautiful way. Her nose was flat, but her mouth was a protruding snout, with four large fangs behind scaly, but mobile lips. A forked tongue needled in and out, tasting at the air and Steve's stare went downwards. Below the hood, a pair of bare, but scaly breasts emerged, the only human feature besides the face. Because down below, there were no arms, nor legs. Only a long, scaly, snaky tail.
"Do you like it?" Ann hissed as she slit her long body onto the bed. Steve could only stare in wonder in amazement at his girlfriend's radically changed body. He'd fantasized of her doing such a change, but he'd never had the heart to actually ask her for it...
"But... but... how did you know? Why?" he gasped as Ann the snake-woman started to coil herself around him, his hands stroking along her smooth, scaly body. His girlfriend's arms and legs were gone, the diminishment of her body being a beauty of its own. Her entwinement was gentle, but at the same time Steve felt the power of the muscles hidden behind her scales. The hug was a loving one, yet he was fully at the mercy of the snake-woman, a realization which excited him to no ends.
"Oh, my love... sssssere'sssss not much you can hide from me." She gave him an ironic smile, the sight of her bared fangs sending shivers of excitement down his back. "And while I had sssssome inhibitionsssss of becoming sssssuch a creature, I have to sssssay, it'sssss interessssting... no armsssss... no legsssss.... but all sssssis power!" She'd delivered her speech from less than a foot below the ceiling, glowering down on the puny human below her from her magnificent eyes, but now she lowered herself down to his height. "I asssssked ssssse consssssierge to change me. She ssssseemed ssssskilled in changing people. Ssssso I assssk again... do you like it..?"
"Do I like it?" Mesmerized, Steve stared into the reptilian eyes of the love of his life. "I... I love it!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "I've always dreamed of you doing such a change, but when we visited my friend Ben and you became so scared of his snakes, I didn't dare to ask. So why did you...?" His heart began beating madly as the beautiful snake-woman in front of him slid closer, until her snout nearly touched his face. Her tongue was darting in and out and flickering over his face lovingly, and he could feel himself growing stiff in anticipation of the words he'd hoped he'd hear from Ann from the moment on he'd bought the ring.
"Asssss for ssssse why... of courssssse I sssssay yesssss my love." And with that, the snake-woman brought her snout down on Steve's mouth in a fiery kiss which washed any still lingering doubts away.