Pink Candy Addiction 2 - TG Caption

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Riley flexed his smaller hand, rubbing thin fingers against each other and against his palm, wincing when the longer fingernails scratched soft, sensitive skin. Holding both hands out in front of him, he took in the extreme differences between the two. One was thick and hairy, the other was…not. This was too much. Between the weirdness of his body and his girlfriend‘s own strange behavior and sudden departure he decided to deal with it by absolutely not dealing with it. Riley carefully hid the offending hand away in his pocket while walking over to a certain drawer. The changed skin really was unbelievably sensitive. Reaching for a box of candy hidden behind other random items, he popped one of the pink treasures into his mouth, eyes closing of their own accord.

Bliss…How could it possibly be better every time? And so pink. He never knew color could have a flavor. Now he did, and it was so pure it nearly brought tears to his eyes. The slick hardness melted on his tongue, into his tongue, coating his mouth and throat while it dripped it’s way down, a welcome heat building in Riley’s stomach. He breathed in and the air smelled pink. Between chest and gut, something sparked, igniting a storm. Starting at his core, it radiated out to his extremities, down his arm, right to his-

“Holy Shit!” Riley gasped and pulled the so recently hidden appendage back in to view. It throbbed but not with pain, very much the opposite. It felt like a ground point for all that hot surging, sparky energy, drawing it in before exploding back out like lightning. That’s what it reminded him of, a storm of wild pink lightning, flashing and striking throughout his body, hitting little points all over. His hand throbbed again, more lightning, and again. The heightened sensitivity, the feeling of sheer ecstasy that increased at the slightest tap of tingling skin, the thing had become a new erogenous zone. Rhythmically squeezing and rubbing his changed flesh, Riley completely lost himself and any sense of self-awareness. Finally, the seemingly endless sparks of building orgasmic energy peaked, and with a choked cry, so did Riley. Then the wave crashed, and he passed out.

Riley wasn't awake when his tiny nipples started to stretch and enlarge. He wasn't aware when they began to sweat and lactate a thick liquid. And he wouldn't learn until later that they, like the rest of his body were slowly turning into sweet, addictive pink candy.

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