The Snack Witch: The Snack Witch (Magical Edible Transformation and Vore Erotica) (ePub)

If you touch yourself on Halloween night, you become food for the Snack Witch.  Eddie didn't know that, so now he's been transformed into a giant soda bottle.  But when a young naked woman shows up to drink from his plastic phallus, Eddie becomes not only her beverage, but her accomplice.  With his help, the witch will feast upon the changed bodies of Eddie's horny dorm-mates.

WARNING: Story contains explicit descriptions of sex, people turning into snack foods, vore, dark magic, and masturbation.

**STORY SAMPLE**

The two sprinted down the empty hallway, their naked bodies glistening in the lights above.  As they did, Eddie smelled something sweet that he couldn't quite place.  The smell grew stronger when they neared a familiar door.  Before he knew it, the two of them had passed into the dimly-lit room of Jessica, the blonde who works at the student store.

There, in front of them both, was a sight Eddie had only dreamed about.  Jessica lay naked, masturbating on top of her bed.  The sweet smell was stronger than ever, and Eddie soon realized why.

Jessica's body was covered with what first looked like tattoos, swirling patterns that covered her from head to toe.  But when she caressed the swirls on her right breast, her fingers slipped inside the marks, almost concealing her entire hand.  The smell of cinnamon and sugar grew stronger with every rub. 

She had been transformed into a giant sticky bun.

Sticky was the right word to describe her.  Her sheets clung to her breaded backside as she rocked back and forth.  Her other hand stirred brown-tipped fingers between her legs.  From his position, Eddie could see thick white frosting trickle out of her cinnamon s***ch.  She slipped this hand out of her, letting a thin trail of white dribble up the front of her changed body.  She sucked on her fingers, then let them fall from her lips.  Her mouth was wide open, but no moan escaped.  All they heard was the ruffling of her sheets, the squeaking of her mattress.

Jessica fingered herself and clapped her breaded thighs together as she rolled toward the door.  She noticed her two visitors, but didn't seem to care.  She kept rubbing, her warm face locked in erotic anguish.

The witch removed her hat as she approached her.  She knelt beside Jessica's bed.  She whispered something in her ear.  Then they kissed.

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