Trade: Sticking Together

Summary: Two taffy girls experiment with a taffy puller together, and in the process develop their bonds, romantically and physically. My half of a trade with Enneh07

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Tootsy and Vanna had gainful employment as food scientists under the employ of Fudgemaker Incorporated, one of the largest distributors of candy and sweet treats in the world. However, after a "mad food science experiment", the two women found their bodies mutated, reshaped into taffy-like facsimiles of their former human selves; Tootsy's body was comprised of velvety brown chocolate-flavoured taffy, while Vanna was a pale, ghostly white.

Their dramatic transformations didn't deter them from continuing their little experiments which, at this point, were more like especially quirky dates though. After the factory had closed for the day, the two approached the industrial scale taffy stretcher with both excitement and trepidation.

"You really think this is safe?" Vanna murmured.

"They put up the OSHA signs for a reason." Tootsy smirked. "But I'm sure we'll come out just fine; what's the worst that could happen?"

"Coming out irreversibly fused together?" Vanna coiled their arms together in repeating loops resembling an albino Twizzler. "Stuck with no hope of privacy and... ohhh. I think I hyped myself up for it now, actually~"

"Excellent." Tootsy nodded. "Shall we begin?"

Vanna nodded, unlooping their arms and took Tootsy's hand as they approached the contraption together. Tootsie got on first, outstretching their arms and legs as they looped in knots around two twin bars. Vanna hopped on top of her so that their heads faced together.

"Ooh...~" Tootsy blushed as Vanna's lower body slithered along her outstretched form, their legs twisting together around the steel bars. So too did her arms, her elongated form subtly tensing up as she coiled a little tighter.

Their taffy forms grew warmer within their stretched out embrace, heads, breasts and crotches pressed together. Tootsy salivated, feeling Vanna's hot, sweet breath on the nape of her neck. Their lips touched in a passionate kiss, their flavours mixing.

"Ready to go, honey?" Vanna smiled.

"Let the experiment begin, sweetie~" Tootsie beamed, a single ropey finger lashing over to the control board; with a prod, the machine roared to life.

They cried out in unison as the bars began to move; getting ahead of the machine's function, their bodies were already twisting together in an erotic dance. But as one bar pressed down on their combined form and another pressed, they held each other tight, feeling the tension of their stretched bodies providing only the most token of resistance as they were wrapped closer, tighter.

They giggled in unison, their breath heavy and excited as their bodies practically glowed, their bodies coiling around the bars in rhythmic motion, any space between their bodies shrinking more and more. Their flushed, glossy bodies grew more radiant, more heated as they twisted about, their heads pressed and mushed together. After only a few rotations of the machine, the clear distinction between chocolate and vanilla tones blurred as they formed caramel slurry.

Their voices muffled as they joined together, their bodies molten hot and constantly rubbing against each other, the repeated pressure of the machine was relentless. Their glossy bodies utterly misshapen, it was impossible to tell where one taffy girl ended and where the other began. They purred together, their forms morphing, twisting around each other even as the taffy machine brought them closer together, their voices a sonorous choir of rapture.

In time, the machine slowed to a stop, and what was left was not two separate taffy girls, but one caramel-hued blob of glossy, sumptuous taffy. Two souls occupying one body, they writhed together, peeling themselves from the bars, leaving gummy strands of candy in their wake. Steam seemed to radiate from their form as they seemed to stir together and wrap around each other, even now.

But as clarity returned to them, the caramel lump of taffy shuddered, jutted upwards, and began to reform, as if invisible hands were sculpting art from clay. As tendrils emerged, sprouted, and developed defined arms, legs, digits, the combined entity, looking more human-like by the moment, reshaped on their own.

Two taffy girls fused into one. Through a single pair of amber eyes, they admired their form, currents of chocolate swirls, light and dark, mingling with vanilla. Even still, the hues of sweet candy swirled on their own.

They rubbed their hands along their glossy body, admiring the sheen, the warmth, the curves... their fingers brushed against their erect nipples, their breasts twice the size that either girl was thirty minutes ago. Their fingers tensed, stirred, and scooped up a small handful of taffy; the fused taffy girl plopped it into her mouth, admiring the complex, subtle flavour palette.

Their whole body was sticky, overheated, yearning for attention. As they chewed, they swooned, their arms splitting into more arms, more hands to grope and massage their form, pinching and twisting in the right places.

"Marvelous..." The taffy woman uttered.

"Yes..." She answered her own query.

"Mm? Vanna, is that you?"

"I'm not sure which one of us this is, but there's two of us talking..."

"Our memories are certainly a mess..."

Though the nude taffy woman was a strange sight, the fact that they were holding a conversation all on their own was not helping matters. The lady stretched out an arm, twisted it over their head, and morphed it into a candy blade, with a killer edge...

"Let's cut things down the middle." They uttered, and sliced their head vertically in two. There was no mess, no fuss, no gore, just a cut with the surgical precision of a master confectionist. The halves of their heads warped, sliding apart, and warbled, shaping until there were two heads.

"Better... now we can hold a conversation." The left head nodded.

"Very curious... our memories melded along with our bodies. It feels like I'm talking to a reflection of myself." The right head tilted their head.

"Fascinating... perhaps the soul is as malleable as the rest of the body..." The left head pondered. "Are Tootsy and Vanna simply lost to the swirls of our being?"

"Not necessarily." The right head pointed out. "Look. The swirls..."

The coloured swirls on their bodies were drifting apart, the caramel swirls that met in the middle forming a blurred line; darker chocolate and sweet vanilla current to the left and right halves respectively.

"Ah... so the process is reversible." Tootsy nodded. "Very interesting. And convenient, if we don't wish to make a union such as this a permanent arrangement. But how would one craft a truly fused taffy girl."

"I'm kind of sad..." Vanna frowned. "Like... I'm losing some part of you, to gain some part of myself..."

"It may be some time until the fusion reverses, sweetheart." Tootsy turned to Vanna. "But that doesn't mean we won't be together."

"Mmmm... I wouldn't ever let myself get away from you~"

Vanna, ever the flirt, leaned in closer, their halves leaning together as their heads pushed together. They exchanged an intimate kiss as their bodies mingled, stirred, and tingled excitedly. The aroma of their sweet love filled their senses...