Lightning flashed outside the darkened window of the candy kingdom castle, a roar of thunder following close behind.
In an inadequately lit laboratory room, Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum swept a mess of scrawled-over papers, empty glass tubes, various scientific measuring devices, and other paraphernalia off a small desk and onto the floor, with an equivalent disregard for all of it.
In the place of all this haphazardly disposed of mess, the princess slammed a wooden test tube set down on the now clean table, all of the tubes empty except one, filled with a transparent, softly bubbling substance. Her hair drooping and sticking to various parts of her face, bags under her eyes, Bubblegum held the beaker up to what faint light the room offered, squinting through her crooked lab goggles.
"If this doesn't do it, I'm not sure what will," She muttered to herself. She uncorked the top of the tube and eyeballed it for a moment, then glanced over a set of sampling spoons atop another pile of junk on another table. Then she shrugged and kicked it back like a shot glass on a Friday night.
She finished the liquid with a sharp, wide-eyed gasp and flung the tube unconcernedly across the room, the glass shattering into tiny, hazardous pieces. She breathed heavily for a few moments, looking around, her arms curved downwards with her hands balled into fists, a primitive cavewoman look to her posture and overall demeanor.
With one heavy breath, she stood up straight, fixed her goggles and her hair, and straightened out the wrinkles in her lab coat.
"...Well, that was anti-climactic."
Almost as soon as the words had left her lips, Bubblegum hunched over with her head in her hands, an intense, bulging, clutching tightness squeezing her muscles and compacting her form. Her candy skin felt like it was on fire, warm and tingling like someone had carbonated her juice-based vital fluids.
"
Ahhh
—" She cried out and arched her back, beads of caramel forming rapidly on her brow. She felt a steady swelling, expanding feeling from down around her pelvis, and soon a large, triangular shape was tenting her lab coat outwards. And then, as suddenly as it had come on, she felt normal again. Well, except for one thing.
Still shaking a little, the princess reached out a hand to slip under her lab coat, then under her dress.
"Mmm..." She murmured, feeling the slope of her uncut glans. "Glob, yes!" She cried out excitedly. The experiment had been a success. But she soon discovered a new problem. As she was moving her hand back and forth across her new shaft's considerable—and, frankly, intimidating—length, she wasn't feeling a whole lot. It wasn't as sensitive as she had anticipated, perhaps in part because her hands were rather small in relation to it. Hmm. She placed her fingers on her smooth chin thoughtfully. Perhaps there was someone she knew that could help her with this issue...
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"Uh...hello?" Bubblegum asked cautiously at the mouth of the large cave. When there was no answer, she ventured a little further in. There was a decent amount of illumination to guide her along, with several gently burning torches hung on the wall in a somewhat even procession. Eventually, she found the person she was looking for. There, in the back of the cave, was a huge woman, easily twice her size and sitting in a reclining sofa chair that supported that mass. The woman was sipping on a can of root beer and watching a television set that was perhaps too small for her and a bit too low to the ground, despite the modest pile of junk she had somewhat precariously balanced it atop.
The tall, towering woman had a cascading waterfall of ocean blue hair that fell around her lighter blue skin and pointed elf-like ears. A patterned headband kept the sea of flowing locks out of her eyes, which were almond-shaped, with cool, aloof green eyes that followed the action on the TV screen attentively. She burped nonchalantly, displaying her short, curved buck teeth for a brief instant. Beneath her placid features, she wore a medium-length olive green dress that started just below her neck and stopped just above her knees. Tying the simple outfit together was a navy blue messenger bag slung around her shoulder, a large brown belt fastened around the dress, and long, knee-length black boots.
"...Canyon?" Bubblegum asked, cautiously.
"Hmm?" The giant blue-skinned woman turned her head from the screen. "Oh, hey PB."
"...Hey!" The princess replied quickly.
"So what brings you around these parts?" Canyon asked, a casual smile on her face. "Want a root beer?"
Bubblegum cleared her throat awkwardly. Truthfully, she hadn't thought this far ahead. Explaining herself hadn't been a part of her plans. "No, thank you," She eventually remembered to say.
"So..." She continued, realizing she couldn't keep from answering the question much longer. "Recently I've been doing some experiments to alter my physiology, and while the results of said experiments were successful, I don't really have many people I could, ah..."
"...Test those results with," The princess finished, stepping more clearly into the better-lit part of the cave and revealing herself fully, massive, clothes-tenting erection and all. She had changed her look a little before leaving the castle, opting for a shorter, deep violet skirt for... convenience's sake, and wearing a pink cardigan above it over her chest. She had magenta shorts underneath it all and pink ankle boots beneath those.
Canyon glanced down when this new visual information presented itself, breaking eye contact for a moment. She whistled quietly, then looking back at her guest's face, took a sip of her root beer.
