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Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (Naga and anthro bunny), as well as transformation content (of a more unsettling sort this time!), as well as pleasurable use of less used bodily orifices (trust me, that'll make sense later. It's also much better than it sounds) so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.

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Confection Infection: Consumption ~ An East-er-otic Exploration of Esoteric Entertainments - by Amethystine

"A little nonsense now and then, Is relished by the wisest men." --Willy Wonka, as portrayed by Gene Wilder

"What's so 'good' about Good Friday, anyway?" asked Eric Birtab, twitching his nose and pondering the possible meaning of the day he found himself in. You would think that he and the one to which he posed the puzzle could have found something better to do than wax philosophical on their Friday off.

Yawning and shifting his body around on the pale beige floor, Adrian Floys-Dao flicked his tongue and lazily hissed a response, "It's just a name, like.. Christmasss.. and what doesss _that_ one even mean, really? I get the 'Christ' part, but what's this 'Masss' stuff?"

Slipping off of the couch and crossing the smooth, faux-wood floor towards his similarly smooth-scaled friend, Eric agreed, "Yeah.. I mean, I don't know what 'Mardi Gras' is supposed to mean, but it seems pretty fun.. do you think they get up to more than just drinking, partying and sex, though?" He stood there, at the periphery of the python's pile of coils, playfully poking the pale tan and copper 'carpet' with his sizeable toes.

Eric liked to call Adrian by his species name of 'carpet python' for a few reasons, not the least of which was how the serpent seemed to sprawl over whatever surface he encountered, literally 'carpeting' the ground with himself. The rabbit had also stated (on several occasions) that he always loved to lay on carpet, so it was amply appropriate that he met the lovely lamia at about the same time he had moved into a house that was distressing devoid of the fuzzy floor fixture.. trading the traditional type of carpet for the python variety.

The pestering poking did not last long as a loop lashed out to link both large paws together, tying to a tightness that was teasing, not terrible. The python peered up at his pudgy, pale pal while he held the lapine's legs in the loop. Grinning at the game they always played, where the 'prey' poked at the 'predator', tempting fate for fun, as it were. Rolling over and putting his hands behind his head as he watched the 'wascal' he had caught, Adrian also thought about how they had gotten together. The snake was only too happy to play 'carpet', in the rabbit's words, as it allowed him to pretend to be the powerful ambush predator he liked to imagine he was. Ensnaring Eric from time to time, although he snugged more than he squeezed.

So, while one had a comfy coily carpet to curl up on and the other had prey to play with, they both hung out together quite a lot after they met. The rapidly growing affection for one another had 'nothing at all to do with it', they both would say, in jest.

As for their game, it used to be that the snake would snatch up the silly snack in seconds flat, but he had begun to branch out. He kept Eric waiting, watching him wobble in place. Pure white fur flexed with his friend's failing efforts to remain upright, his arms and even his long ears flailing in the air to maintain his balance with the strong scaly tail calmly constricting his digitigrade legs.

While he had the mammal's undivided attention, Adrian answered his friend's query about Mardi Gras. "Yesss, I hear that you can find parties all over New Orleans that cater to any major kink you can think of.. Transssformation, merging, liquid shifting, food play, vore (of all kinds!), micro & macro, the list goes on. Who knows if it'sss true, though. Besidesss.. I don't think it matterss, because I have all the fetishy fun I want, right here.." he trailed off, tipping the teetering tower of white fur towards himself, releasing the rabbit's feet as well as raising some of his loops up to gently catch his 'captive'.

The snake's sibilant speech began again, despite the slightly distracting giggles coming from the bunny that Adrian coolly curled his coils around. The cold-blooded one always had been able to keep up the fearsome facade longer than the lapine. "Anyway, asss for the title, 'Mardi Gras' actually means 'Fat Tuesday', in French."

Eric's light laughter had ceased so he could listen to the long lamia's translation, squirming his way through the constrictor's coils to pop his head free in front of his friend's upper body. "Well, that doesn't make sense either--I like Pancake Tuesday. At least with that one, you know what you're getting," he stated, staring at the snake's scutes as he spoke, slowly slipping a paw free to feel over the ophidian's sleek underside, continuing to comment on his companion's words. "The stuff that you said happens at Mardi Gras does sound pretty hot, but it's not like we have to wait all year and make some long trip to mess around with TF, conjoining, vore.. and more!" he exclaimed, excited at his impromptu rhyme.. as well as at the thought of using their shared day off.. or perhaps their whole holiday weekend(!) for some wild and weird play.

Happy hisses slipped from the scalie's snout as the pale-furred rabbit paw rubbed over his wide belly-scales. Adrian looked down over his bunched up body and the bunny held therein, smiling at the scene: The white 'wabbit' was all but buried in his mottled, light brown scales, the way his colours ranged from tan at darkest and burnt cream at lightest always made him think how perfectly the pure white rabbit fit in with them. Such thoughts also stirred up the instinctual inclination to want the rabbit IN his scales, as a pleasantly plump lump sliding down to his stomach. "Pancake Tuessday IS Mardi Gras-- I mean, both occasionsss are on the ssame date and are bassed on the same religiousss obsservances.. they're just two different celebrationsss for the same thing," he explained to Eric, idly rubbing 'round the rabbit's ears.

"Pancake Tuesday is Mardi Gras? ..I mean, 'Fat Tuesday'?" he asked, thinking out loud while still massaging the serpent's scales, the undulating creature's state of undress beginning to affect him. "Well, maybe that explains the 'fat' part," he joked, nestling deeper into the naked naga's net of coils, clad in only his shorts.. experiencing the familiar feeling of what little space there was inside the garment growing smaller as something within began to expand. Eric was used to the snake being either scantly clad or completely uncovered around the house, while he himself usually wore shorts and a T-shirt. The t-shirt was long gone on this Good Friday, and once the idea of rolling around with/on/in someone else's nude form got into Eric's head, that tended to make the shorts (and underwear, if at all present) disappear in short order, leaving the bunny bare.

Adrian answered after a moment of the rabbit's randy writhing, "But! Doesss it exlain _your_ 'fat part'?" he demanded, quickly curling around his cuddly carpet-loving lover, lifting the light lapine to get a better look at his belly, playfully poking the partial paunch. The serpent slithered in closer to nuzzle at the fuzz he faced, finding, as he always did, that he prefered a partly pudgy partner, especially because Eric's form made it seem so sweet and natural. Genetics and genealogy had 'gifted' him with a regular rabbit rotundity, rather than actually being over-weight, it was what his species was supposed to look like, at least according to Adrian. 'Bunnies should have bellies, if only to better fill mine!' was the python's philosophy, for the most part.

Gasping at the grasping, the bunny began to moan as the python's palms pressed to his potbelly and started to slide around his body like two twin snakes. They roamed around his front as the python's head dominated the dome of his stomach, another set of twins tickling his tender flesh-- Adrian's tongue tines. He squirmed in delight, his desire developing, his shorts shrinking. Collecting himself enough to create a comeback, the rabbit retorted, "Fat part? I'll have you know that this was probably produced from portions of python.. or did you forget 'Pansnake Tuesday' when I shrunk you down and drizzled syrup on you before sucking you down?"

The reptile recalled that raunchy repast, of course, as well as all the other times he had let the lapine turn the tables on him, surrendering his position as the predator, if only to find a fully fattened friend upon his reformation. Variety is the spice of life, after all. But Adrian was not pondering becoming a scaly snack that day.. restraining the rabbit's powerful legs, he held them back below the knees in order to expose his belly.. and also put another prominent part of the bipedal body on display. Well, it was veiled in slightly stretchy (and currently stretching!) fabric. The constrictor caressed the shapes within the light blue shorts and smiled up at his roommate, "Oh, I remember. And I think it looksss like you got me a pretty nice Easter present to thank me for sssuch a nice meal.."

Pausing for just a moment, the python allowed the puzzled expression to pass over his pal's buck-toothed face before pre-empting the question he could see coming. "And what a pleasssant looking package it isss.." he hissed, hungrily licking at Eric's concealed cock, which was more a preview of things to come than any actual arousing sensation, since the rabbit could not feel the damp length aside from a soft pressure to one side of his pole. He shuddered all the same, the concept that the constrictor conveyed was crystal clear.

"Mmmm.. you just like me for my flavour," the mammal murmured, sticking his own tongue back out at the snake. Pulling on his arms in a feigned attempt at escaping, Eric bucked his hips at Adrian's snout. "So, are you going to unwrap your gift, or what? It won't keep all day.."

The python grinned at his partner's insistence, beginning to shift his loops around the lapine, a constant coily massage that Eric knew meant the naga was kicking things into high gear. "Ah! A perishable, perhaps? Don't give away the ssurprissse, now.. you've pretty much told me it'sss a food item. Sssomething that I'll need to _eat_, immediately," the snake said, with his sexiest sibilance. Sliding his hands down along Eric's sides to grip his hips and halt his thrusting, the serpent gradually hooked the tips of his claws into the elastic waistband of the shorts, saying one last thing before he planned on peeling them off of his prize, "In any casse, you know that my coilsss have a ssstrict UNdresss code, ssso--"

*DING DONG*

Adrian had been expecting a dong to appear soon, but not with a ding, and not in the form of the bunny's doorbell! He stopped and set Eric down, sighing. "Jeez, who could that be? It'sss a holiday!" While wondering who it could be, he visibly tensed, his coils going tight under Eric's freed legs as he whipped around from looking towards the front door, back to his bunny, frantically asking, "Your family issn't ssuppossed to be vissiting for Easster, are they?!" Right or wrong, the very thought of a family visit quickly killed the mood.

The snake was justified in fretting, what with the rabbit's very large family and their enthusiasm for Easter.. not to mention how one of Eric's several siblings or copious cousins managed to drop by once every other week. But the bunny was unphased, reassuring the reptile, "I think they'd have called ahead. It's probably some religious nut doing the rounds for Zombie Raptor Jesus Day." He smirked and hopped up to answer the door before it was too late to catch the cold-calling converter, struck with a silly idea. "Ooh! Do you think you could come to the door and do an 'evil serpent' act when I tell them I want to share their message with my 'life partner' or something? That'll freak 'em out," he said hurriedly, half hopping and half running to the front of the house.

"Oh--" was all that Adrian could say as the quick hare hurried to the door, leaving him to finish speaking to an empty archway "..kay?" The snake shrugged and listened from the living room, hearing the door open only one room away, he was poised to present himself in as sinister a way as he could muster. But he never heard any signs of conversation, Christian or otherwise, coming from the entryway.

Before Adrian could even think to go and investigate, the bunny bounded back into the room, bouncing into the boidae's bunched up coils while holding a huge.. egg?

Letting out a soft 'oof' at the rabbit's rough return to his coils, the python peered at the ovoid object. "What.. isss that?"

"An Easter egg, silly snake!" was Eric's explanation, eagerly looking over the large treat. It was covered in a standard tinfoil wrapper, which was totally devoid of any designs or logos. Instead, it was a shiny purple, almost amethystine in nature, iridescent and gleaming as the giddy bunny turned it over and around, the simple surface seeming to have secret depths that sunk away into the egg's considerable bulk.

Eric appeared mesmerized by the glistening wrapper, and Adrian may have been as well, if he hadn't noticed a distinct lack of covering on the rabbit, contrasting with the totally cocooned egg.

Trying to think of a reason for the sudden nudity, the serpent soon spoke. "What, did you go out on the front ssstoop and LAY that?" came the constrictor's quip-like question. Kidding, of course, the query kept Eric from being completely consumed by the coating's oddly compelling characteristics.

Thus reawoken from his reverie and realizing what was being refered to, the rabbit retorted, "Hmph, no! You SAID your coils had a stringent undress code, so after I found this and came back in, I wanted to follow _your_ rules." He wriggled his recently revealed rump against the reptile's scales. "Anyway, as for the idea of laying this thing: it's too big for me.. it looks like it came from an Easter ostrich." Slowly sliding his paws over the oval, the hare 'hrmm'ed in thought, quietly muttering, "Not that I wouldn't like to try something this size sometime.." Such a comment from the mammal might have suggested supernatural stretching on his side, as the egg was enormous. A full foot long from slightly pointed tip to the more rounded bottom, and proportionately wide at about nine inches. Said size gave Eric an idea on the ovum's origins: "It's more your size! Maybe you laid it there when you got here, Missster _oviparous reptile_..." he accused Adrian, adding a mock hiss.

Laughing off the comment, Adrian shook his head, "No no, not me! It'ss clear that neither of usss laid it.. becausse then who would've rang the doorbell? Oh, and the obviousss point of who could have wrapped it," he chuckled.

"Oh, I just assumed they came out of--whoever they come out of-- like this!" exclaimed Eric, indicating the iridescent wrapping while trying to surpress his amusement at the foolish discussion. He went on to add, "But I thought you were going to say that the obvious point was that we're BOTH BOYS!"

The serpent dismissed that argument with a wave of his scaly claws, "Phhhtt, that hassn't sstopped uss from doing girly (and eggy) thingsss before."

Starting to search for a suitable place to pull and peel off the purple printed foil, Eric put an end to the exaggerated exchange of egg-based banter, beginning to bare the beautiful brown below. "Anyway, let's get down to business!"

"What, you're sserioussly thinking about eating that? You don't know where it came from!" the python protested.

"Oh, c'mon, it's just a publicity stunt by some chocolatier, I'm sure," the rabbit reasoned, revealing more and more of the massive mound of molded chocolate. It had slightly sunken, stylized starburst impressions on its broadsides, as well as rings that followed the overall oval shape of the ovum, radiating out from the central star shapes.

"Then why not drop them off on easter Sunday.. you know, the actual day for finding eggs?" argued Adrian, eyeing the egg suspisciously.

The hare finished unwrapping the candy and began to nibble its slightly more pointed end. The snake sighed and crossed his arms as the rabbit went at it. The mammal moaned, "Mmmm! It's soooo gooood!", before finally answering Adrian's last point with another question, "Who's going to work on a Sunday?"

As Eric kept gnawing the rounded top of the egg away, his formidable front teeth popped open the shell to reveal a hollow core. A core filled with fresh, fragrant fondant, which the python's flickering forks found out just as he was starting to say, "But.. today'sss a holiday too-oooohh!" His potent sense of scent stopped his statement in mid-stream, the smell of the sweet, sinful sugary cream overcoming him. All his hesitation was gone as he leaned forward, licking his lips, peering into the freshly cracked open egg. "It-- it'sss a cream egg? I lloooove thossse!" he cried, curling his coils to draw Eric and the egg closer, he looked inside, seeing the perfectly undistrubed creamy white centre, with its little streak of orange in the middle.

Allowing himself to be brought closer with a smirk, the bunny rolled his eyes and offered the first lick to his lover upon seeing the snake's interest in the goop, holding the hefty hollow candy out to him. Adrian accepted it and held it up on the tips of his claws, daintily, avoiding getting any melted chocolate on his fingertips, unlike Eric, who occupied himself with licking his pawpads clean of the creamy castoff of the shell, telling the snake, "Just save some for me, okay honey?"

Giving only the slightest of indication that he heard the hare's caveat, Adrian dipped his snout into the hollowed middle of the chocolate and slipped his long, strong tongue into the gorgeous goo, pulling back a few globs and 'mmmm'ing deeply, sighing with delight at the sweet treat. He gripped the egg tighter on the points of his claws, slurping up more and more, going past 'the first lick' and beginning to clean the ovoid object out of any and all traces of the sugary nectar inside.

Eric continued to clean his paws at first, then looked up to see the lamia licking up a storm. He chuckled and held his hands behind his back, watching the reptile endulge himself. He patiently waited.. and waited.. and waited some more while he watched his friend feast. The bunny's demeanor looked less and less paitent as the python pressed on, finally speaking up in an attempt to stop the snake. "Ah, so it's good, right?" he asked, quietly prompting his pal to pace himself and leave some for him. Eventually, the rabbit reached out to try to halt the hungry serpent, grabbing for the grand dessert.

Natural naga instincts kept the ovoid object in the python's possession, pulling himself back with his snout still stuffed into the slimy space within the egg, he automatically wound his ample loops around the rabbit, wrapping him up and keeping him at a safe distance. Normally, the bunny might have thought the bondage a bit hot, but he was rather miffed at Adrian, huffing and giving up the fight after a few faint struggles. The bunny had been in that same position plenty of times, enough to know that escape was impossible. He was forced to watch as the wildly slurping serpent sucked up all the tasty treat's innards.

Adrian finally finished, leaving the inside of the egg with only slightly damp and softened chocolate walls, just hints of white left on them. "Ooohhh.. man, that'sss good." He seemed to come to his senses and looked at the egg, then at the hare staring at him. "Oh, Eric, sssorry.. here." He handed it over, "You desserve the ressst.."

Taking the egg, the rabbit peered into the empty space, even turning it upside-down to test just how empty it really was. Not one dribble of cream came out. He sighed quietly and said, "Uh, that's okay. The choclolate is still good. Thank you." The bunny began to nibble away at the thin walls, and made short work of the egg. He watched the snake with a look that silently said, 'You could have at least left a little'. As he finished the delectible dessert, Eric realized that rather than being upset at the reptile, he should be thankful that he has someone special to share things with in the first place.

Watching and snugging at the bunny's body with his coils as he ate, Adrian looked a bit downtrodden, depressed at his delinquent, depraved dessert desire and devouring. "I'm really sssorry, Eric.. I mean.. I'd hate to not get any of the cream if I wasss sharing one of thosse.. I feel really bad. I wish I could give you sssome of that cream back," said the snake, sliding his smooth self slowly around the hare, squeezing slightly, tensing up a bit too much, apparently uncomfortable in his admission of guilt.

Cleaning the last of the cocoa residue from his paws, the rabbit replied, "It's alright, what's done is d--" He was cut off as he looked up to see the snake slipping toward him, almost toppling over. The overly tense loops around his legs told the lapine that something was wrong as he half-caught, half-broke Adrian's fall.

"I feel.. really bad," coughed the constictor, leaning on his lover and feeling over his own head, "I mean, not about the egg. That isss, I feel terrible about that, but I feel bad too. Weird bad.. like there'sss sssomething wrong with me." The python panted and hissed weakly, shaking his head in confusion, groaning, "I mean! Of coursse there'ss sssomething wrong with me, I ate all that ssstuff and I didn't share, but I'm trying to sssay that--"

"You're sick?" asked Eric, trying to help. He looked from one of the ophidian's eyes to the other, noticing a certain lack of focus in the normally strong-willed serpent.

"Yesss, yesss, I'm sssick. But not ssick, like, a sociopathic treat thief.. I feel.. ill," concluded the carpet python, coughing more violently into one hand and clinging his coils around his companion. "Oooh, jeez.. I don't think that egg wasss very good. I mean, it wasss! It wassss wonderful.. but I mean, I think it went off or sssssomething. Can cream eggsss do that?"

Holding more tightly to his helpless housemate, the hare hopefully said, "No, I don't think they can go bad like that. They don't even have to be refrigerated!" He squirmed against Adrian's powerful hold, the naga's normally comforting coils feeling somewhat fearful in their forceful grip, especially to the experienced Eric, who could discern his carpet's current mood in the way he moved his large loopy form.. and in the way the python pressed it against his white-furred body. Everything he knew told him something was very wrong. Aside from the desperation he detected in the snake's embrace, the way his sibilance had become more pronounced and his trains of thought all appeared to have become derailed was very troublesome to Eric, who knew how strange it all was for the usually sharp-witted serpent.

Adrian moaned and clutched his own chest tightly, hugging himself and rocking a bit as his coils shivered and flexed firmly around on the cool, hard floor. "I'm ssssoo ssssssorrry, Errric-c-ck!" he wailed, then coughed upon attempting to pronounce the hard 'K' sound of his friend's name, choking and hacking. He let go of his scaly torso and grabbed the rabbit's shoulders to hold himself up as his flexible form convulsed, then expelled something thick and gooey in a final firm cough. The strange substance splattered over the bunny's chest and belly, blending in with the snowy fur due to it being nearly as white.. although with a few small streaks of orange within the fist-sized glob that smeared itself over Eric's front upon impact.

Both of them could tell right away that the weird mess looked exactly like the egg's cream, but that it should have also been impossible! As soon as the snake swallowed the sweet slick stuff, it would have dissolved in his saliva.. and if not then, then certainly in the serpent's strong stomach. What was more, both could tell how perfect the portion of creamy fondant smelled, as if it had never been inside the python.

"Better out than in?" mumbled Adrian, beginning to tip over towards the rabbit again. Smiling dreamily, his snout landed squarely against Eric's chest, the underside of his long jaw squelching down upon the puddle of cream. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around the somewhat rotund rabbit's midsection as he moaned.. happily? Pleasant hisses and loosening loops suggested that the snake felt better after his strange slime-spitting, and before the bunny could ask, Adrian answered, "Thissssss feelssssss sssssoooo sssssssssss...."

The hare had hoped to hear the word 'sweet', but it never came as the snake's sibilance slipped away, much like the strength of his grip around the mammal's middle. Looking from the serpent's snout to his arms, Eric gasped, gaped and was left gawking for a good while as he watched Adrian's torso sliding down his front, causing his arms to stretch and soften, scales sinking into scales, loosening and losing their luster and colour as both arms turned into goo! The liquifying limbs were slowly pulled from the snake's shoulders as Eric watched, his rapid breathing causing his belly to rise and fall and further pull the python's increasingly pale pair of appendages apart. A drawn out gurgle of delight sounded from the snake. At least Adrian appeared to be at ease.

As the arms mooshed and melted down against the mammal's sides, they lost all shape and revealed a core of orange hidden in the mass of white messiness, once they had smeared along Eric's body enough. The rest of the serpent's form was heading in much the same direction, his coils having merged into one another here and there (and then everywhere) as they all gradually dissolved into that thick creamy treat. Long loops of orange centres slowly appeared as the whole pile settled down and the hills and valleys of his multi-faceted form became one large lumpy plane of pure white, marked with streaks of sunny colour.

All the while, the naga's upper body was left somewhat intact (aside from his arms, of course), moaning and burbling in obvious pleasure as his snout slumped down from the hare's chest, over his belly and into his lap, leaving a trail of thick slimy fondant.. which Eric hoped was just from that first flung blob. Breaking free from his dumbfounded state, the rabbit reached down to test his beloved 'carpet' with a tender touch. "Adrian.. what's happening to you?" The touch to the tan scaled skull seemed solid enough, so Eric reached down to try to cup the constrictor's face and lift it gingerly, but all of a sudden, Adrian actually attempted to lift himself once more.

They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment as the lamia's long form continued to cream-ify, his raised front end wobbling faintly. The ophidian's orbs stared up at Eric, clearly filled with fantastic bliss and contentment.. but also with a twinkle of mischief and merriment that told the rabbit that Adrian knew something he couldn't say, due to his lips losing their individuality and sealing together into a single slickened snout. The rabbit pulled his paws up to cup his increasingly creamed companion's cranium, craning his head forward to hear any parting proclamations from the python as he felt the underside of the snake's snout slowly sinking between his fingers, oozing between the digits as it dissolved.

Instead of any last words, Adrian managed to move his mouth into something resembling his characteristic reptilian grin before affectionately flicking his tongue at Eric one final time. The normally black muscle, which lightly teased the hare's nose with its thin tines, had already shifted to a much paler pallor, and the flapping finished earlier than usual as it flopped down and landed with a comical splat upon Eric's collarbone. The bunny was unable to stop himself from chuckling at the idea of Adrian losing his tongue after the serpent had used it to such torturous effect on his various sensitive spots.

As the snake's face finally melted into the same white and orangish goo and dripped through the bunny's paws, the former python's head gurgled and shook. Perhaps sensing the last of himself straining through a number of fuzzy fingers caused Adrian to feel funny.. or maybe it made him orgasm, at long last. In either case, the result was somewhat the same.. the 'dying' wriggle only served to mash what had been his snout over Eric's legs, smearing the cream on his thighs and belly before what was left of his lover's reduced head was dropped into his lap, splatting onto his crotch and sinking over his privates in a sizable, sticky, white mess.. exactly as the constrictor's climax could have, had the devilish dessert not appeared on their doorstep that day.

Luckily, the lapine had seen some superbly strange stuff in his existence, so he was not woefully overwhelmed at the odd occurance. It was new to him, certainly, but he would not let himself succumb to the same hapless hysterics he had witnessed when witless watchers were wowed by wondrous and wily works. Perhaps the python had planted the ponderous egg after all.. or even if it was a trick played by someone else, it didn't seem especially malicious, with the way his 'carpet' had moaned and groaned in pleasure almost all the while.

It was right about then, surrounded by the massive mounds of the coveted cream, that the rabbit begin to feel ill as well. He was about to stand up when he clutched his belly and sighed, "Oh great." He doubled over and breathed in long, deep gulps of air. "Now I've caught it too," He grunted towards the liquified remains of his lover's head, spilled all over his lap.

"Blasted egg! What did you do to us?"

Eric was left without a response. The mountainous field of gooey cream was very thick and even if the rabbit had a mind to try and get away from the altered body of his friend, he'd have quite a lot of trouble working his comparitively little rabbit body out of the huge mound of sugary filling that the snake and his big coils had left him in.

Although, the sensation of sickness wasn't as bad as Adrian had seemed to make it. Eric pondered the possibility that he didn't get such a bad case, because his boidae buddy had eaten all the cream, and that was what had been tainted.. He could only hope.

Looking over himself, the rabbit noticed that his spring coat seemed to be coming in all of a sudden.. his fluffy white winter fur replaced with a light brown. Thinking it odd, he touched the patch of brown on his belly to find that it wasn't furry at all! It was a smooth, solid surface to the touch, but he found he could still flex his torso easily, the firm new flesh moving, despite its 'solid' state. Poking around his belly, the bunny watched as his fur smoothed over in more and more places, radiating outward from 'ground zero', his bellybutton.

Eric had seen some strange things during his existence, but that was new to him. "Well, it doesn't look like I'm liquifying like he did.." As he felt firmly at his increasingly brown front, something smeared on his fingers. Looking at them, he could see sticky brown stuff on the tips, which he tentatively sniffed, recognizing the scent instantly.

"Chocolate!"

The rabbit licked his fingers and confirmed the familiar smell with the even more telling taste, repeating his exclaimation to himself, more quietly. "Chocolate. But why?" he asked, looking around at the gooey condition of his constrictor companion. "Oh, he ate the cream, and I ate the..." Eric looked down at his belly again and watched the brown spots spread.

The fur smoothed out on his chest, and then over his waist, and rump. The change crawled along his body, and he touched it, almost trying to hold it back. The brown continued unabated and glided beneath his palms. The rabbit grimmaced as the brown color climbed over his head, finally ending at the tips of his ears. The chocolate bunny blinked and slowly looked around, twitching his ears. He felt very different, and somehow... hollow.

Focusing more on that feeling, the recently candy-fied lapine could almost tell without a shadow of a doubt that he was hollow, just by how he felt, but it was also a sensation of being emotionally empty.. hungry and empty and alone. With Adrian gone, Eric looked at the cream still sitting all around him, pressing against his legs and lower body, smeared over his side and back where the snake's arms and tail were.

It felt good, actually. It smelled good. He looked around again and breathed in deeply, feeling the scent enter him through his nose and mouth, making him feel a tiny bit better. If his mouth could have still salivated, it would have been drooling then! In his mind, the ooze had turned from odd ophidian left-overs, to an overt obsession. He didn't want to feel so empty for even one more second. He needed his friend.. he needed something to be with him.. to fill him. And if the way he and his friend had both changed was any indication, Adrian needed him, too.

Leaning forward with his ears flat against the back of his head, the bunny sniffed the air deeply, seeking another surge of the faint peace of mind the first inhalation had brought him a moment before. Eric scraped a little of the cream from his lap and put it to his mouth. His choclolate tongue reached out and lapped up a little of the creamy treat. After swallowing it down, the rabbit radiated pure bliss and contentment, but only for a moment before the empty sensation returned. Hell-bent on experiencing the same sweet sensation, he swiftly licked his paws clean of the white goo, then contorted himself in all sorts of positions to pursue the portions already adhered to his anatomy.

The chocolate bunny was in such a state of feral focus that he didn't even remember he could just wipe himself clean and then lick the substance off of his fingers. Eric folded and flexed, licking his legs and sides clean, twisting and turning, moaning and groaning at the brief blasts of fulfillment that came with each gulp. The meager amounts stuck to his sweet skin were just foreplay, though, when he turned to the settling mound of cream, re-acknowledging the enormous piles of potential transendent bliss.

Ravenous, the rabbit dropped to all fours and stuck his head into the cream, sucking it into the empty space within himself like a pump. His transformed biology allowed him to suck and suck without stopping or breathing. It was a constant, steady stream inwards, as he wasn't truly swallowing, just.. 'pulling', although it was the most pleasurable pull he could imagine. Eric's lack of a real throat or esophagus in his hollow neck kept the flow at its fullest as he shifted his muzzle around in the diminuishing mound, which also kept the flow of fantastic feelings at a flood-like level.

Adrian's malleable mass was sucked away, steadily, but slowly. There was so much of it! An entire python-naga's worth. After a few minutes of mind-numbingly satisfying slurping, Eric stopped and sat up. One distinct district of the dessert had been decimated, drawn into the cocoa carving's cavernous cavity; consumed and.. compacted? The bunny's belly bulged.. a bit. It swelled with its contents, but not as much as an outside observer would have assumed it should have.

Each gulp of the heavenly substance had sated the lapine the tiniest bit more, maybe only about as much as his total, unknowable capacity was used? Perhaps that was a good thing, considering how all-consuming his obsession to comsume all before him had become. It was so goddamn good to him, as if it had been made for him, or he for it. It was unbelieveable! But he wanted-- _needed_ more, faster!

As the animate confection creature took a break to metaphorically catch the breath he didn't technically have, he looked down, seeing that the front of his sweet body had gotten rather coated in the cream again. His legs and waist were covered in it too, thanks to him crawling forward into what had been left of the large lump of liquified lamia, leaning down after the last of the lickable liquid. Being of more sound mind than he was before, he moved to scrape his firm chocolate self clean, but paused as he felt an odd tingling.

Behind the heavy veil of viscous goop, the lapine's lap pulsed softly, causing him to smirk, he should have known he'd be turned on, but his mind had been pre-occupied with the repetition of a simple equation: "My mouth + This stuff = oh my god", so he had been neglecting his nethers. Clearing his front of the frosting-like semi-fluid with large swipes of his arms, he found his stiff member straining skyward and smothered with a thick layer of the clinging cream, which almost completely cocooned his cock.

Grinning gamely, Eric started to lean down, his brain brimming with thoughts of licking his own shaft clean, memories of the unnatural flexibility he had exhibited without thinking about it at the beginning of his binge. Most of all, though, his mind had 'eat that cream' on the top of the list. He was about to attempt just that when he felt another pulse in his privates and saw a spot of his brown body appear.

The spot was the very tip of his shaft.

After a moment, he realized that his cock had just _sucked in_ the gooey stuff on top of it! And as he sat there, he realized it felt just as good as when he swallowed the stuff.. if not better. He cupped his hands around his shaft and shoved up more of the sweet snake stuff from lower down on his pole, twisting his paws around to clasp them overtop of the thick wad of cream that he had collected on the head of his cock, keeping it all pressed inward against the head of his hungry hard-on.

For some seconds, there was nothing, until thoughts of how much he wanted to grab the glob off of his dick and gulp it down himself arose in his head.. which was when he felt his adult anatomy do it again, draining the dollop downward slowly out of his cupped hands, doing what he had wanted: consume the cream. As the fist-full flowed inward, he shuddered and panted, getting an amazing, achingly drawn out version of his earlier, mouth-based soul-soaring swallows, super-charged by using his cock as a conduit for his consumption. He half expected his hand to wind up with a spot of extra sticky slime stuck to it, with how much his phallus was flexing and throbbing under his paw's palm when it was finished. Or perhaps the shaft had been bobbing in a search for more fabulous fondant, as it was clearly hungry.

Bunching up another handful, he concentrated on the pulsing feeling and the glob of yummy ooze was drawn in quite fast, making it feel even better, despite missing out on the taste portion of the experience. The bunny's buck-toothed mouth opened wide in a gasp, his hands clutching his cock as the sensation echoed through his hollow body. Eric calmed, feeling just how hollow he still was. He had thought his cock was hungry, but what was the difference? He still hungered for more, all over.. mouth or maleness, each had advantages, but they both led to the same place, both furthered his goal of gathering ALL of Adrian's amorphous mass into himself.

It was with the word 'both' floating around in his thoughts that Eric turned and hopped directly into another huge pile of the miraculous material, all but his cute, wriggling (chocolate) cotton-tail and the tips of his ears disappearing as he sank into the slime.

Then he began to hump. Jamming his crotch into the white fluff, his cock began to syphon large wads of it quickly into himself. At the same time, his deeply buried head had gathered a huge mouthful, which he swallowed in between thrusts. He went on like that, 'mmmm'ing deeply at the mouthfuls as he drew his hips back, and moaning hotly as his pelvic pumping ended in his pole pulling more into him. One and then the other, faster and faster.. the mound of goo getting quickly consumed, alternating all the while.

Crouching on his huge hare hindpaws, he used the tip of his shaft to suck the floor perfectly clean of the cream that was left from the latest large lump, storing more of the fluff inside the lively chocolate shell he had become. Squatting seemed surprisingly easy to Eric until he figured out that a lot of what he had eaten might have oozed down into his hollow legs, making his centre of gravity all the lower. Or maybe the viscous stuff had shifted itself downwards automatically, to help him. He was willing to accept anything at that point.

For a split second, the milk-chocolate mammal felt his insides churn very lightly.. the filling in his internal space swishing around. This caused a pause in his carnal consumption of the carpet confection. Could it have been a sign of life from Adrian? He waited, hoping to detect other disturbances deep within him, but felt nothing.

It also could have just been something his new body was doing, he thought, so he resolved to just keep eating, in the hopes that if it was helping his coily companion. As if he'd stop eating!

After jumping straight into another heavenly hill of goo and some more practice with his fun new talent, he found that instead of alternating between either end, he could just keep drawing in on both ends if he wanted.

He did so, with gusto!

His hedonism headed for new heights as he layed into another lustful lump of the liqufied loops, simply sucking steadily with his mouth and his manhood, his arms shoving the sweet treat inwards, keeping his needy nethers and hungry head deep in the delightful dish. His eyes closed with the bliss of it.. and when they opened again, the goo was all gone (at least from that mound), and his lips were suckling on his sweet sex organ. He 'eep'ed and popped his lips off of himself, a bit abashed, even after all that had happened to him. Moreso because he hadn't _meant_ to do that.

Sitting down in the remnants of the latest destroyed section of sweet-snake-stuff, Eric took another short break to gauge his surprisingly slowly increasing mass. He noted how his balls had swelled, but not nearly as big as he thought they might have, with how much he'd been using his member. Maybe they had grown to a nice big size before their overflow headed into the rest of his body's interior, he thought. Or maybe they just got bigger because he had been thinking about wanting such a thing? He didn't know, but the whole experience left him giddy. As a veteran of transformative hijinks, loved not quite knowing how he had been altered or why, or to what end. As long as it was all fun, which that particular afternoon's activities certainly were, he was happy!

Additionally, he found that his belly had bulged out farther, as was to be expected. Then again, it wasn't exactly as expected. As his paws slid over his sugary skin, he realized he didn't have the normal dome of a belly that was getting fatter exclusively. Instead, his chest had been pulled forward too.. but not in a 'man-boob' sort of way. Rather, the alterations to his shape made him look like his natural anatomy was built to have a bigger belly below his thick chest, similar to a real rabbit.. or like a 'strongman' physique, in terms of humanoid appearances. Or a combination of both, he reasoned.

Just as the bunny was on the cusp of considering if it would be possible to shift the material inside him to form a different, more 'fit' appearance, he was caught off guard by a tingling below his tuft of a tail.

The sensation of sitting in something squishy slowly vanished and Eric grinned, guessing what was going on below him. His tailhole had joined the party, sucking up any of the thick sticky ooze it came into contact with. He began to get the feeling that any opening could be used to consume more fondant, if he wanted.

Giggling, the rabbit galumphed (he was getting a bit too ungainly to properly hop) over to another pile and jumped into the stuff, landing waist deep, his lower half disappearing in the heavy mush. His face was painted all sorts of pleasure as the glob shrank away around him until the last was slipping away beneath his tail, between his rump-cheeks. Placing his hands on the ground, he laughed, playfully squishing his buns back and forth against the clean hardwood floors, slurping up the last bits here and there, ripples of rapture running up through his rear.

Thinking that he didn't have have too many orifices left to try, Eric experimented by leaning forward again, shoving his whole head into another previously python pile. The characteristically long lapine ears stuck straight out of the top of said pile, comically. It was fortunate for him that the snake made so much cream when he melted. While waiting to feel if any other avenues of induction were possible, Eric suppressed the urge to suck up more sweetness between his lips. Before long, the tell-tale tingling touched down in his nose and ears as he drew more of the cream inward via those spots. Focusing on his muzzle, he sniffed in harder and drew more up his nostrils, which seemed a lot like getting a good whiff of the cream.. only more thick and slippery.

While the influx through his nose was a nice pace, the flow from the base of his long ears was even better. Not as good as his mouth, but nice. The sensation of something sliding continuously into his ears with no resistance made him feel more empty headed than he had ever wanted to, but it was still quite pleasant to have a hazy hum of heavenly fulfillment coming into him in stereo, his head abuzz with bliss. It was a bit head-trippy, he thought with a giggle.

Of course, his lips longed for more, as did his lower regions, his body below crying out for attention as the pile he had stuck his head into slowly sank downwards around his ears. He gave in and opened his mouth, sucking greedily, practically vacuuming up the rest of the top of that mound with lips, nose and ears, giving him quite the head-rush.

Eric quickly shoved what was left of the lump he had just used for testing into the rest of the reptilian remnants, aiming to finish the fondant off in a final flurry of feasting!

Diving into the huge pile he created, he laid himself at the bottom of the white and orange blob and just let it all seep into his body at the 'natural' pace. It felt to him like a slow heartbeat, waves of pleasure running over him as different orifices pulsed in time, drawing small amounts of Adrian into him, bit by bit. He did all he could to keep himself from turning his suction on full blast as the pulses radiated over him, feeding him just enough satisfying sweetness with each moment to keep him from going crazy and cramming the rest into him instantly.

'I don't know what this is, but it sure feels good,' thought the bunny, in what was probably the understatement of the year. He stroked his steadily swelling belly as it churned, getting ready to go for broke and open the flood-gates, to slurp the rest of it all at once. Before he did, though, he chuckled to himself as he found three more points of entry. His nipples and his bellybutton! He could feel them receiving more goo, pulling it in. The amount from his nipples was tiny, but it was a sweet sensation, none the less. On the other hand, the amount draining into his bellybutton was impressive, especially since he wasn't trying to pull with it, it was just sliding into it.. perfectly.

It was like the bellybutton was a focal point for the rest of his hungry holes. But, since it was at the pinnacle of his plumping paunch, the most direct route to the largest space within him, it made a lot of sense. As much sense as anything made, at that point, he quipped to himself.

Nonsense or not, the unendingly enchanting feeling of the fondant was magnificent, and he wanted it all to himself. He could feel himself getting full, but there was still room, there had to be.. he couldn't NOT have it all, at that stage. It was too perfect, it had to all fit, just.

Eric let loose and arched his back, inhaling, sucking, pulling, drawing, tugging, swallowing, breathing in and in and in and in, forever grasping for more, his entire body blindly absorbing, consuming, eating, feasting on the massive last reserve of what was left. His hands went to his chest and stroked his front wantonly, dragging huge fistfulls of the fondant over his chest to rub them over his pectorals, letting the small flow from his nipples accelerate with his momentary focus and pressure there. The cream surged into his mouth, slithering so sweetly into his sex, large amounts gliding smoothly into his tailhole. It ran into his nose and ears, trickling teasingly into his nipples and delving into his bellybutton. All of those ten perfect points sang out with soaring bliss, soaking him in it as he remained submerged in the delightful delectable.

Not only did his entryways experience ecstacy, his whole body was alight with exquisite rapture from the confection's caress upon his chocolate skin, sliding over him.

He urged himself onward in the midst of his mind-blowing multi-faceted masturbatory meal.. pushing himself to PULL, harder and faster! Somehow, he managed, and suddenly, just as his body felt like it could take no more and would explode in pleasure.. or with cream (or both), it all ended as the last of the goo was drawn into him in a final hurried slurp.

Eric's bunny body was bloated into a very vague egg-shape, chubby arms and legs attached to the rotund ovoid that was his torso. His front was marked in a familiar way: a slightly sunken, stylized starburst impression was centered on his bellybutton, as well as rings that followed the overall shape of his body, radiating out from the bellybutton star.

His body was also screaming for release, his final feast had been a rising climax with no cresendo, leaving him teetering on the brink of orgasm. He cried out unintelligibly and his hands shot to his groin, trying to milk himself, to finish his experience.

But.. why did it have to end? Why would he want the pleasure to stop? Even if he couldn't have an orgasm, the feeling of having been so supremely filled generated a constant and considerable stream of sweet sensations that suffused his skin.. and not just because he could always taste the fondant in his mouth, then. It was like the goo was welled up into the back of his throat, and he was tasting it all the time. (In fact, he was _sure_, that WAS why he could taste it at all times.) It made him think about savouring the flavour of something. He was savouring the best of sex, when the pleasure is rising to a cresendo with an impending climax.. he was frozen during the best part of a meal, when you're in the middle of it and the delicious taste of things are at their peak.

Why would he want to orgasm, why would he want to swallow that last bite of the meal and end it, if he didn't have to? It was clear to Eric that his body worked differently now, so his sexual experience would be different as well. His body was filled with those 'in progress' feelings, and he didn't need to do anything to sustain them, it should have been perfect, but the lack of a finale nagged at him, nevertheless.

Eric sat up and looked around for any last bits of the creamy goodness, just in case all he needed was that last morsel to reach climax and full.. fullness. Finding the floor flawlessly clean made him finally notice something else, though.

He hadn't needed to direct the fondant towards himself for a while! At first, he had needed to scoop it up or draw it to himself, licking or sucking it down, cleaning it from surfaces. He hadn't even realized how it had begun to ooze and flow together, retaining some connectivity to itself, as though it was a cohesive whole.. maybe even a cohesive whole being! A creature with a mind of its own, perhaps? Maybe, just maybe.. that mind that this new cream-creature would have would be that of a certain sentient male serpent he knew. He could only hope.

Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly ask the cream if it was alive at that moment, seeing as with that new habit of sticking together that the slime had picked up, the rabbit had managed to pull every last speck of it into himself, not missing any. Once he had gotten a hold of that last pile, the whole thing probably would have been drawn into any one of his chocolate orifices without any help, all of the oozy material flowing as a blob-like unit together.

The hollow, but filled, chocolate bunny laid back, eyes staring off into space as he drifted through the thick haze of pleasure that throbbed throughout his body. His eyes blankly observed the featureless ceiling of his living room while he let his hands roam aimlessly over his little dome of a stomach.

His belly suddenly experienced a spike of sensual sensation, like he had just sucked in more goo through his bellybutton. He didn't look down, instead pondering the new nature of his bellybutton as an entryway, and if he could probe it with a finger, or if it only worked with fluid. He blinked, trying to dismiss the sexual thoughts that his constant blissful state brought out in him.

Rather than considering new and inventive methods of self-pleasure, he was mostly trying to think about the person who had been potentially lost to him. He hadn't accepted the idea, or fully absorbed the concept of the python being actually, truly gone. He was accustomed to metamorphic tomfoolery, and typically thought that things were reversible.. but that had been when they had had some kind of fore-warning or control over the situation, it had never been quite like that day had been, thus far.

Chocolate lips parted to speak aloud the name of his friend..

"Eric!"

No, that was the wrong name, that was his _own_ name, thought the rabbit; he had instead been thinking about-- the rabbit's train of thought was derailed with the realization; it was not he who had spoken. Eric blinked and lifted his head, spying the strange stream of cream that had emerged from his bellybutton and was molded into a miniature version of a very familiar form.. a slender tube that had a humanoid torso atop it, as well as a serpentine snout.. which was peering back at him, grinning.

"Adrian!" squealed the rabbit.

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To be concluded in another installment of 'Confection Infection'