"H-hey, let me out of this!" Perona yelped, her legs wiggling slightly in their failed attempts to pull her feet out of the thick, sticky marshmallow cream that kept her anchored to the ground. The candibus merely grinned, watching as a thick tendril of the goop began creeping up the inside of the Ghost Princess's leg.
"Fine, take this! Negative Hollow!" Perona yelled, allowing a translucent, ghostlike creature with a long, stretchy body to emerge from her hand. With an unspoken command, the ghost charged at the candibus, diving between her gelatinous breasts and through her chest. However, the candy-formed woman didn't even react, and only continued her amused expression leveled at Perona.
"What the-? I got you; you should be negative right now!" Perona cried out, a finger pointed at the candibus in accusation.
"I'm not sure what that means," The candibus noted with a quizzical tilt of her head. "but I'm only an extension of this island. Whatever that attack was meant to do, I'm sure that's why it won't work on me. Oh, the fun part's about to start." The woman's tone returned to its regular cheeriness at that last sentence, and Perona could only briefly wonder about it before the tendril of marshmallow goo had oozed up her legs, right up to the warm juncture between her thighs.
"Eeeee!" Perona yelped. The Ghost Princess's body redoubled its wriggling and squirming as thick cream began gushing into her pussy, causing strange waves of tingling throughout her body. Perona noticed a vague feeling of growing oddly softer, but had trouble concentrating on it from all of the sweet ooze pumping into her.
"Ah, you're coming along well." The candibus noted. "This seems like a good time for an introduction as well; considering we'll be getting to know each other very well from now on, I'll start by saying that my name is Twila." Perona had some trouble paying attention to Twila, though, as she was busy staring at her own form.
The breasts that had nearly been shoved in her face the entire made some of the changes clear right away. They had already been pale, but as the cream gushed into her, the plump boobs grew whiter and whiter, soon becoming absolutely pure white, like a marshmallow. At the same time, they seemed to be getting softer, becoming easier to send into fits of rippling and bouncing with the slightest movement. As the Ghost Princess reached to touch the mountainous orbs, they surged up and out as they began to grow again; it wasn't much, but enough to shove the front of her dress down and allow them to spill into full view.
Perona glanced down at her hand, finding it to be exactly the same snow-white that her boobs were, and with nails now seemingly painted white with diagonal red stripes. Suddenly, the pink-haired woman gave another yelp as her entire dress was yanked down off of her, seemingly by the goo tendrils, and the frilly garment quickly sank into the pool of white cream surrounding her. While embarrassing, the removal also revealed that Perona's entire body - or at least what she could see around her giant boobs - was the same pure white; in addition, the marshmallow cream had evidently been creeping up her legs, now covering everything up to mid-thigh in a thin layer of goop.
Another strange sensation then drew Perona's attention to her breasts again, like an oddly pleasurable nipple massage working from the inside out. Doing her best to corral one of her huge, pillowy boobs with both hands, she turned it so she could see the ends, her jaw dropping as she found her coffee mug-size nipple slowly transforming into an equally sized pink gumdrop, her areolas slowly turning into the same sugary material from the middle outwards. A similar sensation had her sending her hand running through her hair, finding it strangely gooey, and said hand came back to her sight covered in pink frosting.
"Ooh, you make such a delightful looking guardian." Twila gushed as she examined Perona's new form. The Ghost Princess was now largely marshmallow, with pink gumdrop nipples and lips and hair made up of pink frosting. The marshmallow goo began dropping away from her legs and sinking back into the ground, revealing that it had taken her burgundy boots, but left in their place a pair of what seemed to be red and white candy cane-striped stockings that covered her legs from mid-thigh down.
Perona examined her new body with an odd sense of acceptance. Something about what Twila said was causing new thoughts to start floating through her head, telling her to accept her new form, live with Twila, and tend to the island whenever it needed it. She was fighting it, but it was getting more difficult as the candibus continued to look on.
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