With the familiar clatter of buzzes and dings, the machine spat out the gold-foiled wish card and Andrew jumped for joy. He immediately regretted this as the pull on his udder hurt like crazy.
"C-Candy!" he stammered, still in pain, "I won, nothing bad happened!"
There wasn't a reply, though. Maybe she had to attend to something else out in the arcade? He plucked the card out of the machine and flipped it deftly onto the glass top to read, and his expression melted from joy to shock to horror. The card read:
Ha ha, you punk! You think I'd let you get away with that!
OOOoooOOOOooo, mister big shot thinks he can just cheat the system.
Well guess what? Have fun taking care of that tramp outside!
She's allll yours!
He dashed for the door as quickly as his wobbly frame would allow, peeking out to catch a glimpse of Candy. Horrified, he saw her head was just a featureless lump of rippling flesh, shrinking and receding into a smooth round nub of a neck. He burst through the doors, all but tackling her to get her to stumble back through into the backroom. There, her changes continued. Her hands melted into her arms, leaving smooth wrist-stumps, and she fell to all fours as her feet followed suit. her clothes evaporated off her in smoky tendrils as her body and limbs became long, lithe, and flexible like a contortionist. He stared in shock as this creature turned so its rump was facing him, and finally her anus sealed shut, only to be replaced a moment later by a single baseball-sized eye. It blinked at him, tearing up, and he knew she was still herself in there.
The last thing he noticed before he blacked out was that right on her neck-stump there was a piercing, permanently installed. It was a large wedding ring, with diamonds and all. With a jingly clink, a matching wedding band appeared on a chain around his neck.