Pink Candy Addiction - TG Caption

Part 1

The first piece of candy was the best thing Riley had ever tasted. The second piece was better. By the third, he was hooked. Even if there had been a warning on the label it wouldn’t have mattered. In Riley, a new obsession was blooming, sweet pink candy

It was a couple days later when the first spot appeared. It was nothing, a few tiny little pink specks. He picked at them and they flaked away. Riley didn’t give it another thought, but the next day they were back, a smattering of pink on his left hand.

"Have you been painting or playing with markers?" his girlfriend Layla asked when she noticed. He looked at the spots now appearing on the back of his hand trailing to his thumb and answered with a confused, "No, but it looks kinda like-" He stopped abruptly. She had pulled his hand closer and was sniffing at it. "It smells sweet, almost like-"

"Candy," he finished for her. That’s what it reminded him of, the pink candy. The answer was enough for her, apparently, as she giggled and took a tentative lick, then another, and another before pulling back with a happy little "mmmm." Eyes never wavering, she took his hand in hers, pulled the thumb out of his loose grip, and slowly, deliberately sucked it into her warm little mouth. For a moment she held still, then began to bob up and down, licking and sucking like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Riley was stunned. His girlfriend wasn’t frigid by any means, but she had definite hang-ups when it came to intimacy, and this behavior was nothing like her. He started to jokingly pull his hand away from her and she growled. She actually growled at him before resuming her suckling, working hard to get every last bit of flavor.  When it was finally gone she stopped, seeming embarrassed at her actions. "I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Your skin is... it tastes so sweet! But I shouldn't have..."

She got up abruptly, obviously upset, and left, shrugging off any assurance that it had all been perfectly fine with him, and in fact incredibly hot. Afterward, Riley examined his hand again and noticed something disturbing. As expected after his girlfriend’s thorough and erotic tongue bathing, the spots were gone. Instead, his entire thumb was stained with a subtle pink hue, that was spreading out to cover the rest of his hand. A moment later it sank into the skin, and disappeared. He shook his head, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him and went to wash his hand. Approaching the sink, he reached for the faucet, but stopped when the same hand came into view.

It was smaller, slimmer. It looked almost… feminine. I’m hallucinating, he thought. I just… need to wash my hands. So he soaked, and he scrubbed, and his hand felt less and less like his own. Finally, he stopped and took another look. The hand was definitely slimmer, the fingers longer, and the nails, were they a different color? Before his eyes, his short utilitarian finger nails extended past the tips of his fingers, changing in color to a distinct shade of pink.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

Part 2