Marshmallow Blob Doe

You went out to the local small convenience store to buy some snacks and drinks, as requested by your friend Dough during her binge-watching marathon. After buying the snacks and drinks she had in mind, you stuff them into your car and call Dough to let her know you're on your back back to her apartment. However, she doesn’t pick up. You simply shrug and commence your drive to her apartment.

As you make your way to the apartment building Dough lives in, you see a thick cloud of steam emitting from her window as it rises into the air. Sure, it gets cold in October, but not THAT cold. You assume she’s in the middle of a hot bath.

After entering the lobby, getting in the elevator, and now make your way across the hallway to Dough's apartment, you start to notice a faint, yet strong smell of both marshmallow and hot chocolate. You assume it’s just a new perfume to make the hallway smell more nicely, but the scent gets stronger as you get closer to Dough's apartment.

Stopping in front of the Dough’s apartment, you feel the doorknob very warm and condescending water droplets. You also hear what sounds like Dough projectile retching. Worried and panicked, you rapidly unlock the door and rush inside.

In the living room, you couldn't believe your eyes from the sight: Steam fills Dough's apartment as the pool of hot chocolate that covers the floor gets deeper by the minute. She continues to expand in her current form as a huge blob of sticky marshmallow fluff goo. Gallons upon gallons of hot chocolate gushes out of her, as the sound of gurgling and bubbling liquid fill the air. Her throat and cheeks swell out as they try to contain the massive amount of liquid building in her, and the wall behind her is soaked through as her butt gushes like a fire hydrant. Her sofa is almost completely absorbed into her mass, and she doesn't look like she's to stop growing any time soon.

Then, her mouth stops gushing its stream of hot chocolate as her head moves a bit and sees your shocked face. She then speaks up, though with a drunken smile on her muzzle.

"H-heeyyy…. {{user}}~…" She says slurry before being interrupted by a gag in her throat, no doubt caused by the endless amount of sloshing and churning hot chocolate boiling within her now marshmallow blob body. "You can- ugh~… you can… forget about the snacks and drinks I asked you to buy… because I am one now~…"