Notes

“Mmm! Delicious!”

Marcy took another bite out of the slice of cake, lifting her girl to her mouth and happily chewing it down. It was very soft and tasted like cherries. Hints of chocolate or some kind of filling also popped up to her.

“Better make a note of that.”

Marcy had a pretty awesome job. She was a food reviewer, and a pretty well respected one at that. She worked for an online magazine, posting articles on different food chains and companies. Most of the time, a special delivery service that wanted to get their name out there would send her free samples of their products. Marcy would always receive packages in the mail, each one containing a different type of foodstuff. Pastries, fruit, exotic dishes. She tried them all, but she was partial to one specific type.

“Pretty good. Not bad for a start up company... kind of wish there was more.”

Desserts. Candy, chocolate, sugary treats. She loved them all. Every time she got a new kind of cake or cookie in the mail, it brightened up her day. It was great to be able to eat all the free food she could, but she did have a little problem. When she first got the job, Marcy ballooned out into a whale, growing extreme fat over the few couple weeks. She made extra sure to watch her weight and exercise to keep herself from getting too big while she ate and reviewed all the food.

“Well, that takes care of lunch. Guess I’d better work out.”

She rose up from her kitchen table and walked towards the fitness room of her house. As she did, a sudden knock cake from her door. Marcy stopped as she passed by it and open it up, looking outside.

“Hello?”

There was no one there. She didn’t anyone outside her door. She frowned, hoping it wasn’t one of the neighbors kids playing around. However, as she closed the door, she happened to glance down to the mat. Sitting on the brown rug was a small pinkish box with a black ribbon attached to it. She picked it up and brought it inside, confused.

“I don’t remember there being anymore shipments. I don’t see a logo on here either. What company’s this from?”

The box was bare on the outside, save for the ribbon. Marcy opened it up slowly and took the top off, peeking inside. Sitting in the center of the box was a single marshmallow. It didn’t have any kind of sauce or decorations on it. It looked like a simple store brand marshmallow.

“What? This doesn’t seem right. Why would someone send me one marshmallow. Well... whatever. Guess it couldn’t hurt.”

Marcy picked up the marshmallow and plopped it in her mouth. As she bit down on it, her mouth was suddenly tasting chocolate.

“Oh! A chocolate center in the marshmallow! That tastes good, like a little s’more! I’ve got to ask who sent this to me.”

She set the box down and swallowed the treat, continuing on to her exercise. Marcy figured work on the treadmill for a while. She started it up and began walking, pumping her arms as peppy music played in her ears through her earbuds. Everything was normal, for the first few minutes anyways. As Marcy took more steps, her belly started to jiggle more and more with each one. It began to grow wide and bouncy, expanding out through the bottom of her shirt. She didn’t notice at all though. She was too focused on walking and the sick beat of her music to look down. Then, after nearly half an hour, she finally felt something strange.

“Oh... maybe I shouldn’t have eaten all that cake before... What the!?...”

Marcy looked down to see that her stomach had swollen up tremendously. It lifted up her shift and bounced widely as she walked. Hoping quickly off the treadmill, she shakily walked over to the mirror, trying to see what was going on with her.

“This is insane... I’m getting fat! But how!?”

Her belly continued to bloat up, growing huge beneath her shirt. Marcy quickly pulled off her top and tossed it aside, staring at her inflating gut in the mirror. Her bra still held tight onto her cleavage, but it too started to feel tight. In a panic, Marcy took off all of her clothes, stripping down to her skin. She could clearly see her whole body in the mirror. Her stomach wasn’t the only thing growing. Her boobs had developed a bit. Her waist, ass, and thighs all were fattening up at their own rates.

“Why... why is this happening!?”

A loud rumble sounded from her tummy. It pitched forward, making her double over in discomfort. She could feel something collecting inside her. It was warm, a liquid of some kind. It bubbled and churned about. Marcy panted and noticed something else. The front of her body was starting to change into a pale white. The color was draining out of her.

“Oh... no...”

She didn’t know what to do. She held herself in fear, feeling her body bloat up in her arms. Her white skin pushed out and expanded through her arms, filling up with the strange fluid. She couldn’t help but cry. Marcy staggered back as tears fell from her eyes. They landed on her slightly puffy cheeks. They didn’t feel like regular tears. She moved back up to the mirror and looked at her face. Sitting on her cheeks were brown tear drops. Wiping one off with her finger, she brought it to her mouth for a taste, shocked at what she discovered.

“C-Chocolate! It’s chocolate! Then that means...”

The rest of her body had changed to the point where she could tell what was happening. Her skin had lost all its tan color and was a soft pale white. Her belly had fattened to such a size that it started to change shape, looking more cylindrical almost. Marcy held her belly and stared at herself as the realization sunk in.

“I’m... a marshmallow! A chocolate filled marshmallow!”

The large mass of liquid candy forming in her belly stretched her skin out even further. Marcy held her swelling tummy in pain as more formed inside her. Her entire body bloated up, making it difficult for her to stand or walk.

“That marshmallow I ate... Where’s that box?”

She started to waddle along back towards the kitchen where she had set the box down. It may help provide some clues as to why she was inflating. Her movements were slowed by her transforming body. Her skin morphed from flesh to sugary compounds, literally turning her into a dessert. Her fattening gut and widening hips made her stumble. Marcy began tumbling over, falling forward. She braved herself and bounced off her belly, trapping her on the floor. Her limbs were too plump to move and her skin was becoming tight. Her body was looking increasingly like a marshmallow.

“No... please no...”

Heat pulsed through her as she struggled to stand. The chocolate pushed through her, rounding out the helpless candy girl. She groaned and felt the warm liquid bubble up her throat, filling her mouth. Marcy panicked as her cheeks filled with chocolate. It’s sweet taste wasn’t enough to calm her down. Her ass expanded up towards the ceiling as her bloating tits sagged against the floor. The tips of her nipples became hot.

“MMPH... no...”

Chocolate began gushing from her holes. It leaked from her nipples. It gushed down between her legs, pooling on the floor around her. Her marshmallow figure fattened up and grew ridged. Her head started to sink into her tummy. Marcy cried out, spitting out wads of chocolate. As she felt was fear and heat, the thick liquid pumping through her body. She had no idea who sent her the marshmallow, but it did its job perfectly.

Giving off one last gurgle, Marcy’s head sunk into her belly, cutting her off from the world. Her limbs became engulfed in candy fat, leaving only her fingers and toes above the surface. Her white skin sweat chocolate beads. Her plump booty and huge boobs sat on her huge belly, the only human features left. Marcy lived alone, meaning no one would find out about her disappearance for long. When they did, it was too late. All that was left of her was a large tasty treat.