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Chapter 3: We’ve been combined?

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Charlie and Martin stumbled laboriously through the candy house, taking cautious steps in an effort to avoid knocking themselves over again, before they found a strange mirror in the hall, made of a disc of candy.

They stared.

Their new face was pretty, and distinctly a combination of the pair’s features.

Their body was chocolate, broader than Charlie’s had been, their breasts and ass having grown since last they’d seen them.

And between their legs was a dick, large, thick, marshmallow-white, and half-hard, hardening as they stared at themselves in the mirror.

Martin moved their hand up to brush against their dick, and they gasped as one as the sensation ran up their spine, their member more sensitive than anything they’d ever felt.

Charlie tried to move their hand, and their arm flew off their dick and nearly hit their face.

“Whoops.” She said.

They tried again, taking small movements, brushing their chocolate hands down their transformed skin, sending shivers down their spine as they practiced moving until they could move their arms in sync with each other.

The whole time they stared into the mirror, eyes fixed on their combined form, their dick hardening.

Then, Martin tried to turn and take a step.

Charlie didn’t, and their legs got tangled and they fell again.

“C’mon Charlie, help me out here?” Martin said.

They carefully got back to their feet.

They paced in front of the mirror several times, each step coming easier and easier as they synced up.

Then they stopped all at once and stared, their nipples and dick both incredibly stiff and erect. Charlie cupped one breast gently, Martin reached down and grasped their dick and rubbed.

They both gasped at the sensations.

Each touch, each sensation was double what it had been when they had been separate, and they found themselves rapidly coming to a peak, the tip of their dick welling up with the sugary fluid that had replaced their cum.

Then they heard a tap. “Good morning you two!” the voice of the candy witch boomed from outside.

“Dammit.” Martin muttered.

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“Wow, look at you two!”

The Sugar Witch loomed over them once more, a sheer, white lacy apron tied in close to highlight her curves as her enormous face smiled down at them.

“Some of my best work if I say so myself, and you’re not even quite done yet!” she said smugly.

“And you’ve even figured out how to move properly! I knew you two were a good choice, I just knew it!” she said, her enormous hand reaching out to them.

“Just… one more thing to do!’ she said brightly.

Already keyed up, the warmth of her hand wrapped firmly around them sent a shock of pleasure through the two of them, their incredibly sensitive chocolate skin pressed against soft warmth, causing them to literally melt a little as she raised them to her face.

Her enormous brown eyes fixed them with an appraising stare. “you two aren’t quite done cooking yet.” she said, setting herself down in a wooden chair set next to the small table on which the candy house was placed.

“Just… one more thing.” she raised her hand, and her other hand, tucked behind her, came back, and her apron slipped off of her naked body, slithering to the ground, the sheer material Ankara escort hissing, revealing her tanned skin and wide, curvy body.

Then she carefully lowered them to the seat between her legs, tipping her hand, so that they slid out, their body plopping unceremoniously on the smooth wood between her legs.

Her thighs were like walls of dark skin, heat radiating off them, leaving them in a dim canyon of flesh lit by indirect morning sunlight, staring up at her, towering over them like a cliff of warm skin.

They had been keyed up by their earlier exploration of their combined bodies, and so, despite the anxiety they should have felt, the sight of a pussy big enough to swallow them hole, glistening like a sexual cave entrance, caused them to harden, as they stared slackly at Glacie’s pussy.

“Holy shit.” Martin muttered.

“Right?” Charlie said faintly.

They stumbled forwards, a step at a time, as a scent enveloped them. Not the musky smell they might have expected, but a sugary, vanilla smell. A familiar one.

The one that had enticed them into the house.

That had drawn them back to the sugar witch when they’d tried to run.

Their eyes glazed over as they walked towards her.

The Sugar witch grinned down at them, her hand dropping to hover behind them as they approached her crotch, dazed by the smell.

The two reached out as one, chocolate hands warmed by the heat coming from the Sugar witch, and ran their hands up and down the warm, soft skin, licking their lips.

He hand was hot as it pressed up behind them, soft, insistent pressure pressing them into her, rubbing them against her pussy lips like a toy. They both squeaked, struggling to add their own efforts to the sugar witch’s.

Then, with a little more pressure, they were pushed inside.

The smell was far stronger here, as they were cocooned in hot, damp pressure, that should have melted them. Despite the heat though, only the outermost layer of their chocolate skin became liquid enough to leave anything behind as they were pushed inside, the pounding heartbeat of the sugar witch intense enough to be almost deafening.

Every millimeter of their oversensitive skin was pressed against warm, slick skin, and the feeling of being pressed further in, their dick being rubbed through the slick lubrication on the walls of the Sugar Witch’s tunnel sent shocks of pleasure through them that rendered them practically incoherent.

They tried vainly to hump into the enveloping pressure as Glacie’s fingers ceased pushing them deeper, leaving them to soak in the intense heat and the mind-numbingly sweet vanilla smell wrapping around them.

Between the smell, the rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat, the heat and pressure, the two were lulled into a state of relaxed bliss, the pressure and friction as the Sugar Witch clenched down around them sending pulses of pleasure through them that left them shaking and weak, unable to do more than lie there and take it.

Eventually, they felt her clench down hard around them, and they were being shoved out, inch by inch, sending more pleasure rushing through them as they were rubbed against her walls going out the other way.

The daze they were left in lifted a little as tension built in their abdomen, their cock hardening and Escort Ankara growing.

With a muffled cry, the tension broke, and they came, spurting into her pussy.

A moment later they were washed out of her with a rush of cum and pressure.

They slid to the seat of the chair in a puddle of the Glacie’s cum, and lay back, dazed, staring up at her as she grinned down at them.

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Something was weird.

Martin blinked, here eyes focusing. They were lying on a hard surface, again.

“Charlie?” she asked, hesitantly.

Her arm moved on its own. “Yeah?” Charlie asked.

They were still fused.

They sat up, slowly and carefully.

They were lying next to a table. A normal sized table, made of wood… with a small house made of candy on it.

Charlie glanced down at their body.

They were human again. Only… their body seemed more or less as it had been when they had been made of candy, but their skin was different. Charlie’s dark brown was mixed in patches with martin’s pale skin tone, leaving them with a captivating pattern of intermixed brown and peach over their already almost unnaturally beautiful curves.

And their cock was back, bigger proportionally than it had been as candy, and mottled with the same mixture of colors as the rest of their body.

“Holy shit we’re back!” Martin said.

“more or less.” Said a voice.

They stumbled as they both lurched up, nearly knocking themselves back over as they stood, unaccustomed to the distribution of weight of being a full-sized human again.

They were… short. Shorter than they had been before shrinking anyway, and looked up at the naked Sugar Witch, resplendent in the midmorning sun.

“So, now that the two of you are properly cooked, let’s chat.” She said, grinning.

She turned to the oven, heat boiling from it as she opened it, and, barehanded, reached in, and took a tray out, and set it on the counter, blithely unconcerned with the fact the metal try was hot enough the fused college students could feel it from where they stood.

“Take a seat!” the Sugar witch said brightly, and they did.

“Ok you two.” she said, sitting down across form them. “I imagine you are very much wondering what the hell I did to you and more importantly, why.” The Sugar Witch said.

Charlie nodded for them.

“I need an apprentice. Someone to learn from me, and carry on my magical practice and techniques and what not. I cast a divinatory working, and it picked out the two of you as the most likely candidates. While there are a lot of kids at your college who could do well enough, the spell seemed to think the two of you were my best options. Equally qualified, y’know And I couldn’t decide between the two of you.” she said, with an unconcerned gesture.

“So I decided to split the difference. Don’t worry about ID or documents or whatever,” she said, and both of them suddenly realized, with a sinking feeling, that not only were they one person, they were one person who didn’t exist officially.

The witch blinked, sighed, reached over tot he try and handed them a cookie.

They took it. It was warm, and soft, but not nearly as hot as it should be.

Martin began to raise it to their mouths when Charlie stopped their hand.

“Wait, remember last time?” Escort Bayan Charlie said.

Martin hesitated.

“It’s a very different kind of cookie. Just normal cookie batter, no magic in this one. Promise.” The Sugar Witch said, grinning. “I already did most of what I wanted to anyway.” she said.

Charlie relaxed, fractionally, letting them finally take a bite from the cookie.

It was warm, soft and delicious, but most notably, not supernaturally tasty. Merely ordinary.

They relaxed a little more.

“Like I said. Don’t worry. I can magic you up some relevant documentation easily. so. Here’s what I want form you two. I’m going to teach you glucomancy. Sugar Magic.

You are going to learn sugar magic. And you are going to be very, very good at it.” She said.

“Is that why you uh…” Martin began, and trailed off, gesturing at themselves.

“Well, you two work very well together. And also, you two are very cute together.” she smirked at them.

“Then there’s the fact that magic is weird. Anyone can reach out and poke at it, draw a little bit of it into your life, but!” she raised a finger. “Now I could have just gotten you two to piddle away with the basics and struggle to learn the really fun stuff, but you can reach magic more easily if your perceptions have been challenged. If your life has changed, somehow. If you have, put it bluntly, transformed.

I had to learn the hard way, and it wasn’t until I was a doddering old man on the verge of death that I finally took the risk to transform myself to seek real power.” she smiled, the amused, cocky air her smile had up ’til now fading for one of contemplation.

“In the end, I regret all the time I wasted fucking around with the very tip of what could be, when there was so much more that I could reach, if I had only taken the risk earlier.” she looked at them.

“You two aren’t going to be struggling so much.” she said.

“What uh… hypothetically, what if we don’t uh… want to?” Charlie asked.

The witch shrugged. “Well, it would be a terrible waste for one, but I could just make sure you two could continue your life more or less as you have. But really. You’d toss aside the opportunity for real magic to go back to studying for uh… Business and Economics? Really?” she asked, giving them a pointed look.

“You’d set aside the chance to learn magic capable of incredible miracles, to go back to a course of study pushed upon you by parental pressure, that neither of you like, that amounts to pretending the asinine make-believe of rich people justifying their ill-gotten gains is some kind of real science?” she asked incredulous.

“I mean, I could credit it if you were in, say, engineering. Or physics. Or chemistry. Or computer science. Or astrophysics. Y’know. real stuff. or uh, literature and shit.” she shrugged. “but economics?” she chuckled. “I mean, my tutelage will not preclude you from returning to college, but I do think you ought to pick degree programs that aren’t complete bullshit. just so you aren’t wasting your time, y’know. Choice is yours though.” she said, shrugging.

“The uh… involuntary part of this is over, unless you voluntarily agree to be my apprentices.” she said.

Martin felt a though pass through her mind that was not hers. Damn. Can she read our minds?

Maybe. You actually want to go back to uh… econ 2040? She thought back.

Nah, fuck that noise. Maybe she can magic us up a degree change that our parents wont yell at us over. Charlie thought back.

“We’re in.” they both said simultaneously.

“Excellent.” the Sugar Witch said, grinning.

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