Preview of Accursed Crush
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Summary: Wren can't think up a suitable costume, she wants to be sure to catch her husband's interest, after all. At a loss she finds a shop that can provide her with the perfect costume, so good her husband might want it to stay. Word Count (Full Version): 2304
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Wren flipped the lid open interrupting the witch-like woman. A glossy flat and smooth surface greeted her, as though the box had been filled with somehow solidified oil. "What is this?" She asked.
"Your costume!" Myrtle said, tilting her head, the muscles on her face twitching to keep Wren looking at her as with her back turned long rounded tendrils grew from the top of the previously smooth mass. The witch flicked her eyes to the box, conducting Wren's attention back to it.
"Yikes!" she gasped, dropping the box as she saw the wiggling things which swept out and stuck to her. The rounded points pushed softly against her clothing and turned brighter in colour, the oily black fading through greys into an off white as it spread. "What the hell? What is this?!"
"Oh it won't hurt dear, just let it work its magic." Myrtle said, as with a wave of her hand the door to her shop clicked, locking to prevent any thoughts of leaving.
"Magic?! You're a real witch?!"
"Some certainly think so." Myrtle replied with another cackle, but she didn't need to deflect Wren's attention again, the woman was already looking. Her hand seized one of the tendrils, yanking it off her jacket, it pulled away but it squashed in her grasp, instead wrapping around the palm and wrist.
The freshly squashed mass turned from the white to a kind of yellow and orange, hardening into the former with the latter presenting as stripes that fell in place over the sides of her swelling over her hand. "Myrtle! Madam Myrtle! Make it stop!" She demanded.
"Can't interrupt a wish in the middle of it being granted, dear. Aside from being improper it's just not possible."
The box fell away as the cubic mass of black had softened, depleting itself to spread through the tendrils, more still attaching, each one quickening the rate at which the woman was covered, with the smooth trickle soaking through her clothing to form underneath it and in the undulations, push and pull it off!
Her underwear was mercifully preserved, covered over the top of, but all the more bulky items she wore were shoved off in a chaotic mess that tangled her legs and covered her head, tripping her to land on her backside in the confusion. As shoes and socks fell a soft and thick squeeze greeted her feet from the goop-like covering, thickening and forming into a paw-like shape before falling still. With the legs done the coating lashed up her body, a weight appearing at the back of her hips as it built a tail, then squeezed to tighten against her body.