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The woman standing before Marri was an imposing figure. Tall, strong, with large breasts and voluminous hair, she looked down at the shopkeep, who preferred to keep herself on the shorter side with more of a lithe figure. Despite the more imposing presence, Marri was unfazed.

"Sounds messy," Marri responded nonchalantly. "I'll do it, of course, though I'll need more money than normal. A spell that can keep a soul bound to non-sustainable form in a permanent fashion is quite exhausting."

"Money is no issue," the customer responded, placing a large bag of coin on the counter.

Marri eyed the bag and then she looked back to the lady. "Alright, good enough. I will say though, are you certain that you've thought this through? Most people pick easily cleaned substances like water, snow, or sand. Honey is... well, a bit sticky, you know? I don't know how many house parties you'd be invited to, that's all I'm saying."

The lady shook her head. "That is my problem, isn't it? I'll worry about that. Look, I've been turning myself into a honey gylling for years - I'm just not powerful enough to make the effect continuous. No one is - no one but you. I know what I'm doing, I just need your help."

Marri raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Well, if you're ready, you should probably start taking your clothes off. It'll probably be more comfortable that way," she offers, then she takes a deep breath and starts channeling magic.

The woman's body began to flush and grow warm, and she quickly stripped down as she was told. She briefly felt like she was on fire, and she gasped as her nipples prickled. She cupped her breasts and when she pulled a palm away, a trail of sticky, golden fluid came with it. She chuckled under her breath. "This is always my favorite part..." she muttered as she then immediately plunged her fingers into crotch, a small splattering of honey erupting from her opening as she did so.

Her breasts continued to leak, and she could taste honey in her mouth. Her eyes yellowed, then turned golden as well, and her hair was also sticking together and melting into golden fluid suspended in midair. She shuddered, her lewd vaginal massages accompanied by gushing golden fluid was bringing her to the edge. She started to sink, both due to her legs growing weak from the pleasure, but also, as she noticed, that her feet had turned orange and melted into goop. The fluid raced up her legs, rapidly dissolving them. At the same time, the honey had taken over her right breast, and she plunged her free hand into her honey boob at the same time, moaning at how it squished and flowed through her fingers.

Soon, her other breast followed, and her midsection was turning to honey as well. Her hair, which was entirely made of honey, dripped onto her body, and as she hung on the edge of orgasm, the last of her skin turned golden, and then with one last moan of ecstasy, her form collapsed into a pile of pure, rich honey oozing all over the floor.

Off to the side, behind the safety of the counter, Marri grunted with effort. With a final flourish, she exhaled and she fall onto the counter, gasping from exhaustion. She clenched her hands, then pushed herself back up, peering of the counter. "You, uh... you okay?" she asked.

The puddle on the floor sighed, then began to swirl. In only a few moments, the honey coalesced into a golden copy of the woman from before. She smirked. "Of course. I told you, I've done the before." Rather than stand up, she simply dissolved and reformed in a standing position, pretending to stretch her back. "Simply lovely. I hope that didn't take much out of you."

Marri weakly waved the concern away. "Don't worry about me - I'll be fine. Always am. You go have fun. I think I'll stay here... maybe take a nap..." she says, resting her head on the counter.

The honey lady frowned. "Well, okay, if you're sure," she says, turning to leave. Then she looked over her shoulder. "And... thanks by the way."

Marri, her eyes closed and her head resting on her arms draper over the counter, smiles lightly and nods. "Yeah... sure thing..."

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Binding souls to non-solid, non-self-sustainable forms is hard work.