Tf-Tober: Yorks ice cream

Contains cherry transformation and vore

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“Ugh this sucks! How did we end up in 'ye olde times' anyways?”

“I don’t know Dee. It’s so dated like the mid 2000’s or something. And it feels like we been on this path for HOURS!”

The two girls only known as the Dee’s (or the Dee twins if you please) walked the darkened woods close together, every step a groan as they swat away bugs or when they got a fresh bit of muck stuck on their dark red gogo boots. However the girls took care to not touch their faces. Best not smear their carefully applied makeup, their full white faces, exaggerated blush, just the whole clown getup they carefully cultivated. They occasionally glanced at each other to make sure.

“Dee, I hate this. At least in the city you know what to expect; people and toilets around every corner. And here it’s….”

“Lions and tigers and bears?”

“Shut up! But also yes.”

Country girls, they were not.

“Ugh I can’t BELIEVE we listened to that midget and her friends.”

“Plus they had the worst clown getup I have ever seen.”

“Hey, I think I see-.”

Only the largest clown woman ever and a goddamn mountain of ice cream around her. The woman was lounging around in a polkadot onesie and frilled cone hat, a smirk plastered on her face as if she was already on the punchline of a particularly private joke. She purred out, “Well well well, seems you two came prepared with the theme around here. I’m York.”

The Dees lifted their fists as if ready for a brawl, their hands shaking. They took deep breathes but couldn’t stop. “Y-yeah, we’re Jokerz. What of it, ever heard of us?”

The woman shrugged and sat up. “Not at all but that’s fine. Just thought maybe you like tricks and treats , right? Take this ice cream for example, the trick is that it’s large enough to share and the treat is pretty much obvious. Want some? It has this cherry goo that really brings out the flavor.”

“No thanks-.”

“Of course we would!” Dee vibrated looking at all the ice cream now that York lost the mystique of being an unknown. “Come on Dee, I always wanted to try something like this ever since seeing it in the cartoons!”

As the Dees deliberated, York helped speed things up. She lifted the other clown girls up and threw them into the soft serve. The girls sputtered and swallowed gobs of the stuff, trying to regain their breath.

“Well Jokers, wasn’t that fun?” York chuckled, “And now the best part. It’s not the same having ice cream without two large plump and juicy cherries on top.”

One Dee gasped when she could suck in air properly. “The Hell?!” “Yeah! It’s really cold on here.”

York shrugged, stretching. “Clowns have to be ready for jokes right? The punchline is coming up.”

“What are you-.” Dee was cut off when her twin shook her shoulder. “Dee, you’re turning red.” “…So are you. Are you growing a… stem?” “Same to you! A-and we’re getting bloated.” “And all I can taste are cherries!”

The twins scrambled to find their footing, boots slipping on the ice cream. The Dees grabbed each other and hoisted themselves up as their movements grew sluggish. Their waistlines inched forward second by second. The only purchase they could find was to press back to back  least they fall onto the hard ground below.

“What is happening?!” “I really got to pee.”

York licked her lips as the girls swelled. Not once did she blink as their transformation took hold. “Well that was the trick, now time for the treat.”

York positioned herself at the base of the ice cream mountain. She opened her mouth, wider, and wider still and watched as the clowns kept slipping. Their limbs becoming useless until…

York really enjoys the taste of cherries.