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a pleasant box of goodies for the guardians~!

for Vectra-13, a delectable cherry cheesecake parfait, the syrup is a bright and vibrant red, the treat adorned with double-cherry garnishes.

for Sapphireta-9, a dense pear-custard poundcake, a drizzle of green icing laid heavy across the top of this thick cake, a plump candied pear sits in the center divot.

for Thedia-5, a pleasant dish of rich french toast, drenched in "Glaçage aux Bleuets" and whipped cream.

Each dish looks absolutely delectable, and smells twice as good. I'm sure the flavors of each dish is ripe and juicy, overflowing with flavor...

((OK I've had this in my inbox for a LONG time and I finally got the energy and creativity to respond to it now for Juicy July! I hope you all like it! This was 10 pages and 5484 words in Office lmao.))

“So, you’re telling me that are some individuals who are… aroused by these sorts of things?” A pair of slender fingers pinched a cherry stem between and lifted the fruit up, holding it before eyes that swirled like the cosmos itself. Suwela’sive slid her finger tips together, making the cherry in front of her before delicately placing it into her mouth. Tenting her hands together, she rested her head on them and directed her attention back towards her anonymous guest. Between them was a small arrangement of three different fruit desserts, each one centered around a different flavor. As a being who could grant wishes and alter reality Suwel was used to being approached with some rather unique requests, however, since she also enjoyed some devious fun, she had no problem in humoring them. Learning new varieties of kinky fun was always the top of her schedule, so being presented with a new method of tormenting her favorite victims was just perfect. Still, before she’d follow through this, she would have to milk all the enjoyment she could from this flustered requester.

“W-well no, not these exactly, just what they end up becoming from eating them!” The wisher blurted out, shifting uncomfortably in their seat, rubbing their hands together. They’d been an admirer of the three exos they were going to torment today for a while now. Their fireteam being rather well known for having a penchant for strange occurrences, and humiliating experiences. “I’m sure you’ve seen the effects of such fruits before, maybe even caused a few yourself? Eh heh?” The wisher forced out a nervous chuckled, still wringing their hands as they struggled to keep their composure in the presence of such a powerful entity. It wasn’t everyday one managed to find themselves in the same room as an Ahamkara. “I uhm… I think it’d be pretty funny and you know, uh maybe a little sexy?” Suwel hadn’t said anything for a few moments now, having rolled the cherry and stem into her mouth while she stared down her guest. After what seemed like an eternity a smirk spread across her face until she opened her mouth and let her tongue slowly slip out of it. On the tip of it was the cherry, somehow now tied within its own stem, though that wasn’t the only strange part. As the fruit sat atop her deep purple tongue, it slowly shifted colors losing its red hue and becoming darker like a black cherry until it took on more of a blue tint. It would gradually rotate through a myriad of other colors, not stopping as Suwel flicked her tongue, launching the fruit and catching it between her fingers once more.

“Alright I’ll do it.” Then suddenly that was that, she snapped her fingers and instantly the desserts blinked out of existence. “W-wait what really? That’s it? I mean you’ll do it?” The anonymous wisher was taken aback by the swiftness and willingness of her reply, they thought they might have had to champion for their request a little harder than that. “Yes, that’s it. You were upfront with your desires for this and I happen to agree with you. On both accounts by the way, thought you might want to know.” The disguised alien replied, an eerie calmness in her voice as she stood up and began to walk away. “Though I’ll also be having my own fun with this wish. It’s too interesting to just let you get all of the enjoyment from it after all~” Then, without so much as glance back towards the anonymous stranger, Suwel shimmered away into a flurry of violet stardust.

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Meanwhile, far away in a distant corner of The Pale Heart, a trio of three Exos would separate and each go their own way to explore. It had been several months now since the defeat of the Witness and most of the skirmishes for territory had been quelled. Every so often Lucent Hive would spring up and clash with small pockets of Dread units, but they were scattered and easily dealt with. Nowadays the main concern for Guardians was mapping the ever-changing land scape of the Traveler’s strange land. Now normally, fireteams were supposed to stick together, all three members working in tandem to ensure safety and efficiency. Much like many rules though, this was often seen as a suggest instead of a firm mandate. As some fireteams became more experienced and well established, they would often go on solo missions or split up to cover a wider area in a shorter amount of time. While this practice was frowned upon officially by the Vanguard, it would be impossible to prevent it from happening so it was mostly seen as an open secret. Today however, Fireteam Beryl would learn that sometimes rules were there for a reason.

Stepping through a doorway, Vectra-13 has almost tripped, the titan luckily catching herself on the doorframe. The leader of the group had almost stumbled down, or technically up, as the next had rotated one hundred and eighty degrees so that its floor was now the ceiling. Sighing softly to herself, it took her little time to notice various platforms made of frozen furniture that created a path down for her. The Pale Heart was not by any means a “normal” location, its space was non-Euclidean and as such forced anyone who traversed it to be on their toes at all times. It was a space that was constructed, assembled from bits and pieces of memories of any who entered it, thus meaning it was always shifting. It was always growing. Confusing at it might be to some, most of the general landmarks stayed the same and after a decent amount of time, large areas seemed to adhere themselves to each other. That made mapping areas much easier, though if someone was too hasty their map could easily become incorrect. The area Vectra found herself in was one that had been thoroughly explored and catalogued, a facsimile of an old Russian spacecraft launch center, known to most as the Cosmodrome. This rendition was vastly differently however, while the original was no stranger to winter storms sometimes coating the area in snow, this was like life sized ice sculpture. Every little aspect of the room seemed to either be totally encased in, or been made out of ice, quite literally freezing the space in time. This whole area had an unsettling blue aura to it, but that wasn’t what caught Vectra’s attention.

Making her way through the room, a table she had passed dozens of times prior had changed. It was an unassuming desk, tilted at an odd angle but locked in place, that usually clear of any decoration. This time though, she was graced with what appeared to be a gift, one that seemed to have been prepared in advance. Approaching with caution, she would still jump from the sudden slam of the door behind her and the door beyond the desk. “Great. Well, this is obviously some sort of trap. Let’s see what it is this time… probably some Hive magic or something.” She grumbled quietly to herself, focusing on the contents of the desk’s surface finally getting close enough to get a proper view. There on the middle of the desk, was a tall and slender parfait glass containing what looked to be a cheesecake cherry parfait. At the base of the glass was small golden plaque with crimson lacquered letters on it in a vintage cursive font, like something that’d be used in a long-forgotten advertisement. “FOR VECTRA-13”, was gleaming across the plaque, firmly bolted to the desk. The even stranger part was Vectra had seen this desk every time she passed through this room and there was never anything like this before, even though the desk didn’t show any signs that this was a recent addition.

A hiss ripped out through the quiet of the room, Vectra’s helmet disengaging from her armor so she could remove it and set it down next to the strange dessert. “Definitely still a trap, just don’t know what they’re getting at with it.” The titan whispered to herself. She’d wrap her fingers around the stem of the glass and pick it up off of the table, partially anticipating the act itself to trigger the trap itself. When no tripwires were snapped or pulled, and no pressure plates lifted, she was able to infer that desk and glass themselves weren’t trapped. That just left the contents of the glass itself, something she wouldn’t be able to measure in the field without ingesting herself. A long, thin spoon was carefully wedged into the treat almost tempting Vectra to taste it. Being an exo removed any fear of being poisoned, but she still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling as she grabbed the spoon with her free hand. Scooping up a small portion of cream, cake, and fruit, Vectra cautiously brought it to her robotic lips and forced the spoon into her mouth. Of course she’d expect the worst, some kind of searing pain, or a sudden explosion triggered by an unseen watcher. Instead, she was only met with a delicious tasting treat. A treat that tasted so nice she was completely oblivious to all of the lights on her body shifting from purple to a robust red.

Patience was still key here however, at least that’s what Vectra thought to herself, waiting for a few seconds before she’d risk a second bite. When she wasn’t met with any strange sounds or pain, she decided that chancing another bite was worth it for the flavor. She was curious about who placed this here for her, and how they knew she loved cherries so much. That would’ve been the most pressing concern for her, if other mysteries weren’t steadily entering her train of thought. The first oddity that she took notice of, was her hands, the only part of her body that was exposed while in armor. Her usual jet-black synthetic skin was changing color, at first looking like dried blood, then taking on a fire truck brightness, until finally settling on a vibrant cherry red. The discovery was shocking enough to make her gasp and drop the dessert, now looking at both hands as if to confirm this was really happening. The next few moments was a blur to her, she wasn’t sure if she felt a strange pressure in her breast plate before or after she started taking it off, but it was soon clattering across the floor. “F-fuck! Dammit I knew something was off with this and I still ate it like an idiot! I bet this is another one of Sapph’s stupid little jokes. Oh, she’s going to get it this time…”

The anger she was feeling was enough to distract from the strange feeling she was panicking about a moment earlier, until it was brought back to the forefront of her mind as for some reason she began to lose her balance. Stumbling forward, Vectra flung her arms out wide, flailing them in circles to keep herself upright as she readjusted her center of gravity. The cause of her near fall was solved with a quick glance downwards, revealing the source of pressure she was feeling moments ago. Her breasts, which were sporting the same red color as the rest of her body now, were incredibly swollen and steadily growing. If her face wasn’t already red it would’ve been turning bright red out of embarrassment as her hands shot up to the underside of her breasts. She didn’t know what she was trying to do here, she knew she couldn’t just push them back and make them smaller, and as they grew in her hands she could feel something sloshing within them. “W-what the hell? Is there…” As she spoke, a small trickle of bright red liquid spilled forth from her nipple, a worrying sight but there was something strange about it. The consistency and flow were strange and as it ran into her fingers, she noticed how sticky it seemed to be. With apprehension, she brought her fingers up to her face and sniffed, taking note of how sickly sweet it smelled. Then, against her better judgement, she licked her finger, flinching instinctively except once more she was met with something she hadn’t expected. “…Cherry?”

There wasn’t much time for her to process that cherry juice was pouring from her breasts, as the now familiar pressure from her chest was spreading across her body. Slowly but steadily, her midsection and hips started to bloat as well. Her chest was still outpacing the rest of her body in terms of growth speed, but the juice seemed to be looking for any spot that it could fill. The waist of her greaves would almost immediately begin to bite into her body as it expanded, trying to stretch the plasteel plated armor, making her wince as her thighs joined in the swelling. It was useless to try and pull them off now, but she’d still struggle with them, only stopping when a series of loud cracks hit her ears. In the blink of an eye a system of hairline fractures splintered out across the leg guards, showing their last bit of resistance before exploding into a hail of tiny armor shards. With that pressure on her lower half removed, it seemed like the floodgates were both literally and metaphorically opened as the growth surged in speed. The juice gushed through her torso and to her limbs, plumping them up and swelling them to the point where her joints were steadily becoming enveloped in soft skin.

It wouldn’t be long before her legs were being forced apart, and her arms forced out to the sides again like she was trying to maintain her balance. Her body would slowly begin to encroach on her limbs, swallowing them and making them disappear into her increasingly round body. Even as more and more of her arms and legs vanished into her torso, her breasts were still her defining feature. They had been rapidly swelling the entire time and as such, were eclipsing most of her body, making her look like a human sized ball, with two even larger orbs attached to her. Eventually, her feet and hands would sink into her body, her head even sinking in slightly as the growth finally stopped. Gently rocking in place, all Vectra could do was flap her extremities and whine softly to herself. “R-red isn’t even my color…” Then, as if her problems couldn’t get any worse, she was rolling. Rolling backwards, and fast enough that she couldn’t see where she was going, the only thing she could discern was when she rolled off a ledge. Then, she was suddenly falling, and as she fell, she couldn’t be sure but she could’ve sworn that she heard a voice.

“One down, two to go~”

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“Ok so I’m thinking my next target HAS to be Thedia, I worry Vectra might throw me off the Tower again if I mess with her again too soon…” Sapphiretta-9 shuddered at the thought, even though she was a dare devil prankster, she didn’t enjoy the fast path to the base of the Tower. She of course, was speaking to her ghost Jewel, her constant partner in crime. “Yeah, I think that helium gag made Vectra just a little mad.” The ghost chimed in, remembering the last time Sapph had pranked their team leader. “Listen how was I supposed to know her voice module would get stuck for a week! If anything, that just made it funnier…” Sapph grumbled, upset that her jokes always went unappreciated. The hunter was making her way through one of the many forests scattered through The Pale Heart, this one being a strange mixture of subtropic rainforest and a European boreal forest. Vines dangling from and draped between towering evergreen and spruce trees.

This was how she preferred to operate, independently and exploring exciting new places. Sapph was the poster girl of a hunter, she hated being assigned missions and wished she could just go off when and where she wanted. Still, she was dependable, she wouldn’t have been on Vectra’s team if she wasn’t. That didn’t mean she didn’t have devious side, both of Sapph’s teammates knew they had to be careful around her, lest they want to be victim to another one of her many pranks. Of course, that just made it all the more fun for her when she did manage to pull one over on them. The memories of her previous exploits were often her fuel on missions like these; she loved observing the environments she ended up and wondering if any aspect could be worked into an upcoming joke.

One small win for Sapph was that she didn’t need to cut through the vegetation on her trek through the forest, the foliage being weak enough that she could just press through it. As she pushed forward, a path started forming, leading her through thinning plant life until Sapph eventually broke free into a shaded glen. In the center of the glen, a lone stump had been utilized as a table, a small plate resting in the center. “Ahhh, ok this is why Vectra allowed us to split up, she just wanted to get even. Alright let’s see what she got.” With a roll of her eyes and bored chuckle, Sapph approached the stump to see what had apparently been left there for her. In the middle of the stump was a fork and plate, presenting Sapph with what looked like a small poundcake, adorned with a candied pear. In front of the plate on the stump itself, moss had grown in shape of letters, spelling out “FOR SAPPH” across the bark. “She definitely had Thedia help with this, bonus points for presentation though.” Floating downwards, Jewel’s lone eye lit up as she scanned the cake, “I’m getting readings of paracausal energy from this. Are we sure it’s safe?” Without bothering to answer Jewel vocally, Sapph picked up for the fork and jammed it through the cake and pear, pulling a chunk free and shoving it into her mouth. Tilting her head back and to the side towards Jewel, Sapph shot her ghost a bored look. “You know you worry way too much Jewel. I’m sure it’ll do something stupid like make my voice stupidly high, or turn my tongue green, but that’s it. If you’re that worried about it being a trap, go hide for a while in case you need to rez me.” Jewel wanted to protest, but Sapph had a point and with a dismissive handwave, Jewel dematerialized into the ether.

Had her ghost waited for just a moment longer, she would’ve seen that Sapph was partially correct, except the green wouldn’t be focused to just her tongue. The amount of juice flowing from the pear as Sapph kept eating was staggering but not unappreciated, the taste was better than anything she had tried in the Tower. “Huh, ok I gotta find out where they got this because NEITHER of them can cook this well.” She looked around for Jewel, only to remember she ushered her away. “Man, why do I have my best material when I don’t have an audience?” She asked aloud to no one in particular, sighing as she placed a hand on her hip, although as she did something seemed wrong. Her hand impacted her hip much sooner than she thought it should have, and had her hip always been this soft? Looking down she placed both hands on her hips only realize she had been right question things. Her hips had flared outwards, swelling up along with her thighs and rear. “Okay… shit. Maybe this WASN’T from Vectra or Thedia.” She was still trying to process everything that was happening as her midsection suddenly bulged larger, almost knocking her over. Bracing herself on the stump, she bit her lip, feeling her leggings growing tighter around her swelling lower half. The pressure was intense, the only thing that pulled her mind from it was the occasional popping and ripping of seams.

Another surge in size rocketed through her softening body, her thighs swiftly becoming conical and losing definition into her swelling hips and ass. The growth had been so fast and so pronounced that it wasn’t until now that Sapph would notice that she had turned bright green. The lights running along her body and even her skin had changed to odd green color, matching that of the candied pear she had been snacking moments prior. “Fucking of course… you are what you eat. Couldn’t come up with a better idea than that?” Theming wasn’t exactly something that Sapph was in the position to be judging right now, since she was now becoming more and more pear shaped. Her lower half had now rounded out, and now the swelling was spreading upwards, her chest and joining in on the growth. It wasn’t as pronounced as her legs and butt, but her arms would gradually recede into her body.

Wobbling in place, her feet finally left the ground, rendering her completely immobile. With her head locked in place, there wasn’t much she could beyond shout and think about how dumb she had been to actually eat something like that. While kicking herself might have been what she wanted to do right now, her focus was quickly grabbed by the sound of a snapping branch somewhere behind her. “Hey! Whose there!?” It was an instinct to shout out like that, after all, there wasn’t much she could do in this state. When no one responded, she opened her mouth to shout again, but decided not to and held her tongue. She decided that she’d just listen now, trying to track the source of the noise. Trying to focus her ears, she attempted to narrow in whatever it was that had snapped the branch, but suddenly she couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. Just as she was steeling her nerve to shout again, Sapph felt a dainty hand press against her back, pushing her forward towards where the stump was. Except now there was no stump, there was nothing, and as Sapph toppled forward she was met only with an inky black void.

“Sapph? Hellooooo? Now where did you run off too…” Jewel had rematerialized, and was cautiously searching for her guardian, concerned about their sudden absence. “This isn’t funny Sapph! Seriously where did you go?” The voice that Jewel would hear call in response, wasn’t one she had been expecting, but one she strangely recognized, even if she couldn’t remember its owner.

“Worry not little one, your guardian will be returned safely. Just as soon as I’ve had my fun~”

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In cave made entirely of flat surfaces, like blocks cut and rearranged to form misshapen walls, Thedia-5 was in the middle of examining a rather strange alcove. “Well clearly this has to be a trap. There’s certainly no way Sapphireta is responsible for this.” A metallic voice rang out, Thedia’s ghost Melody, stating what they both were thinking. “You’re right, this definitely isn’t Sapph’s handiwork, but whose could it be?” They were both staring at a recess in the wall, a series of retraced squares lead to triangular plate, and on it was a very small stack of French toast. Atop of which was a mound of blue frosting, Melody had scanned it and identified as “Glaçage aux Bleuets”, an old earth form of blueberry frosting. “You’re going to eat this aren’t you?” Melody asked, shaking back and forth is disapproval. For as by the book and hard nosed as Thedia was, she was also unabashedly curious. Having worked with Thanatonauts, Thedia had developed quite the appetite for discovering the unknown, and when presented with a situation where she could learn something new, why wouldn’t she?

“Your concern is duly noted and appreciated Melody, but this intrigues me too much to just ignore.” Just beneath the plate, inside a small crystalline stone, was a formation of minerals. The minerals spelled “FOR THEDIA”, clearly something resourceful and powerful had created this display, and Thedia was bent on discovering what this was. “Make sure you retreat to a safe distance Melody, and track my location, I’m curious if this room might shift.” Melody let out a tinny sigh, but did as she was requested and vanished, leaving Thedia with the dessert. Of course, Thedia was no stranger to such delicacies, her ample belly was proof enough of that. Upon taking a bite of the French toast, she was met with something that was tender enough to melt in her mouth, but flavorful enough to linger long past when she swallowed her bite. “Even if this is a trap, I MUST get their recipe for this.” The warlock made a mental note to remember this for later, even in the event that something might go wrong. Little did she know, things were already going wrong.

When she discovered the treat that was left for her, she had tried to contact her teammates, only to be met with silence. This of course, led Thedia to assume that the two of them had encountered similar displays and were thus incapacitated by them. So, it was only logical to think the same fate would befall her. After taking the first bite, and not noticing any strange new feelings, she took a second and then a third. Soon the plate would be cleared and the plump exo would be licking her lips in satisfaction. Placing a hand on her round midsection, Thedia let out a content sigh, rubbing her stomach joyfully, blissfully ignorant to the blue color seeping across her body. It would take the blue reaching her hand for her to notice the shifting hue, and by then, the color had practically overtaken her entire body. “Fascinating, the blueberry flavor was rather intense in the dish. I suppose the coloration must have something to do with this.” For once Thedia was happy to be on her own, while she enjoyed studying the unknown and discovering strange new abilities of the cosmos, she loathed being the center of attention. Having an audience for this experience would’ve been a nightmare for the warlock, and it hadn’t even reached the truly embarrassing stage yet.

That stage would come when the belt holding her robe closed began feel tight, like someone was pulling it against her belly. Technically, that wasn’t far off except she was the one doing the pulling, as her belly was bloating and pushing more against the already strained belt. “I-I seem to have reached a second stage after ingestion; there seems to be some swelling occurring across my body.” It wasn’t clear if she stepped backwards because she needed to move to get a better view of herself, or if she did it to make sure she stayed standing, but she was now struggling to get a firm hold of the situation. With a loud gulp, she held her arms up, twisting and turning at the hip in some attempt to catalogue what was happening to her body. She had never truly been slender before this, but now she was positively rotund, her belly stretching up and swelling into her chest. It soon wouldn’t be a choice for her to keep her arms outstretched, as they and her legs were steadily being pushed into a star like formation by her expanding body. Her knees and elbows would no longer function, becoming locked in place as her limbs swallowed them, they themselves soon being swallowed by her growing orb of a body.

During the entire process, the taste of blueberries had never left her mouth, giving Thedia a good idea as to what was happening to her. As her hands and feet retreated into small divots in her bloated body, her head was beginning to follow suit, her cheeks puffing up as the juice that was filling her was running out of places to go. Before they’d become too swollen for her to speak, she managed to force out her final observation. “I’m… turning into a bwueberry?” She slurred out, her lips struggling to part enough for the words to get out. She was right though, even if her observation was currently shared with no one, she was happy knowing that she had figured it out. From her perspective, besides this being a little embarrassing, this wasn’t so bad, it could have been much worse after all. The fact she was still alive was proof enough of that, but the sudden presence of two phantom hands on her side made her heart plunge.

“W-Who ith dat?” Thedia whimpered out through puffed cheeks. She received no answer though, at least no words, instead she was met with more pressure. Pressure that led to her slowly tilting to the side and then rolling, the unseen hands moving one of the other to push down the hallway she had walked through moments prior. Just as her head was about to impact the ground, she felt nothing, and some of the pressure seemed to lift. Then, much more of the pressure vanished, until the only pressure she could feel was from the juice sloshing inside her. That relief would be short lived however, as the sensation of rolling would immediately be replaced by one of falling. All she could do now was wiggle her hands and feet, and wonder what was waiting for her when she landed.

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The first one to reappear was Sapph, rapidly falling through the air and appearing in a massive cavern. She had closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but was shocked when she was met with a cushioned landing, albeit a wet one. Opening her eyes and looking down, she was sitting on something white and soft. It looked almost like whipped cream, but there would have to be enough to fill a pool here for that to be the case. She didn’t need to wonder long however, as soon she was coated in the same substance, proving that it was indeed whipped cream. As it piled up over and around her, she was able to piece together that she was inside some sort of a container, one with opaque walls. There wasn’t time to examine her surroundings though, as suddenly a massive splat was heard above her, as a rather hefty pressure was now pressing down on her. Thedia came toppling out of a portal that had appeared above Sapph, landing on the layer of whipped cream that had coated the hunter. Thanks to her size and her position Thedia couldn’t see much, but she did the reflection of a large green object below her, that somehow seemed oddly familiar. One final layer of whipped cream would fall down on top of Thedia, making the perfect soft-landing spot, for the cherry on top. With a yell, Vectra fell from the sky and landed on top of the whipped cream, her bright red body standing out against the pure white of the cream below her.

“Well now, don’t you all just look delicious~ I hope you enjoyed the treats; they were made special for each of you.” A deep, sultry voice boomed out around them, rumbling the very walls of the cavern. Deep purple and blue stones made up the walls of the cave they were in, Vectra couldn’t help but feel like she had seen them before, somewhere important. “I must say the wisher was right, this was arousing, for me at least. I assume it was for you lot as well.” Slowly a massive shape began to shimmer into being, taking form as more words hit their ears. Trying to remember where she had seen this scenery before, Vectra’s eyes moved rapidly around the room, taking in each and every detail. It was only when she was a distorted reflection in the crystal wall that everything fell into place. This was an Ahamkara den, like Riven’s in the Dreaming City, but different, much more spacious. That wasn’t what she was focused on though, what was focused on, was the giant parfait glass containing her fireteam. Much like the one she had been eating from what only seemed like a few seconds ago.

Suwel would finally finish appearing, taking a much larger form than usual, rendering the girls truly fruit sized in comparison to her. More rumbling was heard by the guardians as she leaned down, holding her face closer to the glass and smiling at their tiny faces. “Well now, it looks like you all thoroughly enjoyed your desserts! I hope they were as delicious as they looked, because now…” A giant tongue parted her twisted lips and ran across their vast length. “I thought it was only fair… if I also got to try~”

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