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Cheat Day
🕑 Added 2022-06-18 03:51:03 +0000 UTCCalvin stared in terror as he watched the last of his girlfriends disappear onto the small plate. Krista’s frozen body, motionless save for her wild, terrified eyes, began to shrink and shimmer as her flawless white skin began to turn a rich, dark brown. In just a few moments the change was over, the gorgeous secretary having been melted down into a sugary cube sitting on the plate next to the nine other chocolates that rested there.
“All done! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you don’t have to break up with them at all! Be silly for a hot stud like you to leave a bunch of candy, wouldn’t it?” Maria chuckled as she picked up the plate and minced through Calvin’s apartment, taking a seat on the couch next to him, the plate perched on her lap and her fingers dangerously close to touching the former women. The overweight Hispanic woman sighed pleasantly and gave Calvin a mischievous smile.
“P-please, you don’t have t-to do this! They meant nothing to me!” Calvin moaned, his own body locked in place on the sofa. The damn spell the witch had cast on him! He’d been powerless all day, watching as Maria would leave, return with one of his various flings, and reduce them to chocolate sweets.
“Oh honey, but it’s my Cheat Day!” Maria smiled oh so sweetly, though her eyes were cold and hard as she plucked the milk chocolate caramel square that had been Melissa off the plate. His eyes opened wide as Maria dangled the treat before her lips, teasing it with her tongue and leaving a wet, lumpy smudge on its surface…Before plopping Melissa in and chewing the former model to pieces with her perfect white teeth. She chewed with her mouth open, staring directly at Calvin’s blue eyes, allowing him to see the devastation she wrought with her teeth.
Syrupy strands of caramel spread and snapped apart, chocolate melted into her saliva, and the bits of graham that had given Melissa’s new body texture and form was turned to mere specks. Finished chewing, Maria closed her lips and swallowed. The magically petrified man that had condemned the model to this fate watched as a small lump surged down Maria’s throat before vanishing entirely. The remains of Melissa would settle in her stomach and be dissolved in nothing but a few moments. Maria let out a small groan of delight and licked her lips, leaving just a miniscule smear of chocolate on the corner of her mouth.
“Hmm, I can see what she had a reputation. I can’t imagine what he blow jobs must have been like!” The scorned, and quite magical, overweight woman said, her cheerfulness overshadowed by the rage in her eyes.
“N-no! Babe it, it wasn’t w-what you think! She was just…Just a friend! Bring her back! Please!” Calvin begged as he strained against the magical prison he was trapped in.
“Uh huh. A friend with benefits maybe. I wonder which treat I should try next?” Maria snorted in disgust as she ran a finger across the remaining chocolates. Calvin watched as the slightly plump digit passed over the Krista cube, traced the exterior of the coconut-cream that had been Lisa, and then settled on pink frosted body of Tiffany, the bimbo from three floors up.
“I wonder what stupid tastes like?” Maria said, plucking the former Instagram girl and tossing it in her mouth, grimacing immediately, “Ugh, this one is just nothing but frosting! Bleh!” Maria’s chubby face twisted in disgust, but she continued eating, Tiffany’s former Barbie body dissolving in just two chews. Again, Calvin watched a lump flow down his wrathful fiancée’s throat as another woman was reduced to nothing.
Maria repeated the process seven more times, toying with her food almost like a cat, picking up Janice, the hot desk clerk, setting her back down in favor of Pam, the bookworm he’d found at the city library…And then shoving both of them in her mouth at once, their sugary bodies merging into one wet, gooey mass before they too vanished in a lump. Next up was Wendy, the fast food girl who Maria practically swallowed whole, and then Lisa, his ride-share fling, was next. Ursula was next, the lemon-meringue cube that had been a baker. Calvin, in his frozen terror, had to wonder if the girls were still aware of what was happening to them or if they’d been turned into just simple chocolate. He wondered what Ursula would have thought about becoming a simple treat she’d sell by the dozens to one of her customers. Then finally was Krista, the one who had gotten them all caught by bragging about it, the barista having been bragging about snagging a hot stud like Calvin at the same coffee shop that Maria frequented.
Maria took her time with her final chocolate, biting pieces of the top heavy waitress off and noisily chewing them apart. But still, a tiny chocolate was only going to last so long, and within minutes Krista, lovely and young Krista, was gone, joining her affair sisters in the pile of dissolving chocolate hidden beneath Maria’s rolls of fat, who let out a foul-smelling, and loud, burp.
“Oh, excuse me! I bet it was that coconut-crème one. I guess whores just make me feel bloated!” Maria giggled. But after a moment her playful, cheery mask faded, and she slowly stood up, her stomach gurgling ominously.
“Well, I think I have enough points left for one. Last. Treat.” The scorned woman said, looking directly at Calvin.
“Honey, wa-“ Was all he was able to get out before a bolt of purple, magical light sprung from Maria’s fingers into him. He felt himself melting, his thoughts slowing, his body hardening into a new shape as his vision faded away.
As the spell faded, there was nothing more than a minty-flecked chocolate sitting on the couch. Maria quickly snatched up the final treat and after a final, enraged glare at it, popped it in her mouth and swallowed it whole. She felt what remained of Calvin slide down her throat and plop into the churning acid bath of her stomach, slightly queasy from the amount of chocolate she’d just eaten.
“Bleh. I hate cheap candy” Maria muttered before she went about magically removing all traces of the people…Of the chocolate she’d eaten from the world.
