Paul loved spicy foods. Jordan couldn't get the hang of it. They'd been together for years and all that time, Paul had tried to introduce Jordan to all sorts of fun, spicy meals. Curry, chili, jerk chicken, but his favorite was hot wings.
Jordan always felt bad disappointing Paul like this. She just couldn't fix her taste buds. She was raised in a household that thought that too much salt was a thing. They broiled chicken, had butter noodles for most meals, and didn't know what garlic was.
Paul wasn't upset or anything, he just really wanted to get Jordan into the spicy lifestyle that he enjoyed so much. He also felt she was a bit of a not-spicy person. She had short blonde hair, didn't usually wear makeup, and preferred to stay unnoticed in a gray sweater and jeans. She wasn't very confident and didn't really know how to express herself. It bothered Paul for sure, but mostly because he got sad when she hid her personality and didn't share what she wanted because she didn't feel like her wants were important.
One day, he was browsing the internet for next levels of spiciness that he could try. He was always on this kick to out-spicy himself. That's when he found a review for Igniting Sauce. A shop called Celestia's Wares and Watsits was selling a unique brand of hot sauce. The reviews raved about new experiences, hotter than could have ever expected, and intense burns that made people rave. He needed to try this sauce.
He drove down to the shop and went right in, wasting no time.
"Hello, I'm here for the hot sauce."
A woman turned around at the counter. She had a flair about her, a level of intense beauty Paul had never seen. She had warm red hair and golden eyes that shocked him.
"Are you now? Very bold. I suppose you'll be wanting level 10?"
"Is that the highest level?" he asked.
"Yes. You seem experienced so we'll just do a full bottle of ten."
"What do the levels mean?"
She smirked and said, "10 is the hottest. 1 the lowest. As I'm sure you can guess. But we do a specialty type of sauce for those wanting to ignite their pallets. It builds in heat. Starting relatively tame at 1, then it builds the more you use. We specialize in helping those seeking hotness to achieve their goals. But we understand building up to it. That's a fun important part of the journey."
Paul was astounded. "What's the success rate?"
"You've seen the reviews. I only deal in satisfied customers. I guarantee Jordan will enjoy her concoction thoroughly. You won't even recognize her with how excited she'll be."
Paul laughed out loud. This lady was incredible. He was speechless, which was rare. He just usually needed to fill the room because of how mild Jordan was.
"That sounds incredible. I'll take it," he confirmed.
The woman, likely the owner, went to the back and returned with a bottle that she bagged for him. When she handed it to him without his payment, he got confused.
"I haven't payed yet."
"You're a dear, aren't you? Not to worry, first time customers are on me. I love supporting those aspiring to be more."
"Wow. Thank you. This place is awesome," he exclaimed as he left the store.
Celestia smiled as the silly young man walked out.
When Paul got home, Jordan was waiting for him. She hugged him right at the door. She was wearing her usual gray sweater and jeans. Paul adored her, she was definitely the cute type, but he didn't care; she was always nice.
"Where have you been? I've missed you," said Jordan.
"Well, you won't believe it, but I've got something for you."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
He pulled out the hot sauce. Jordan was disappointed. She smiled a faux smile that Paul caught onto.
"I know, you've been so nice to try all the recipes I've made you. But I think I've finally found something made for you. It's a starter hot sauce. It starts super chill, not even that spicy, and the more you use, the more it builds up. The shop lady said it would build your receptors or something, get you used to the intensity so you can just enjoy the flavor."
Jordan had to admit, that sounded pretty great. Paul had gone on about spicy foods before but usually that they were so good that she would ignore the spice. That didn't work out for her and had even made her more timid to trying new foods. But a sauce made for her weak taste buds? She could try it at least. Just to humor him.
She sat by the kitchen counter while he cooked dinner. Chicken wings were on the menu. And Paul liked them hot.
They sizzled in the pan for a half hour and smelled really great. Jordan wished she could casually eat them without the sauce, but Paul had really gone out of his way. Some days, she would prefer to avoid the conversation entirely, she wasn't very confrontational.
Soon enough, Paul had a plate full of wings for her to try.
He dolloped a bit of the special sauce on the plate and served the wings to her.
"Thank you," she said nervously.
She took her fork and knife and began cutting into the wing. She wasn't a big fan of the whole messy endeavor, eating it straight off the bone. She took a small piece on her fork and dipped it gingerly into the sauce. She brought it to her sensitive mouth and chewed.
"So? How is it?" Paul asked impatiently.
"It's... not bad. Kind of good. The flavor is pretty mild. My tongue is warm but not burned which I like."
Jordan really did like the taste. Normally the fiery inferno in her mouth freaked her out, but this was awesome. She took another bite.
As it did, reality began to shift. A hazy heat formed around her body. Paul was directly looking at her as her form seemed to blur around the edges.
Her jeans burned against her legs. From her mid-thigh down, they melted away. They frayed at the point of ripping and formed cute jean shorts.
Under her sweater, her plain bra formed into a cute top, pink and small against her body. She took her sweater off to reveal it as she heated up.
"It's warm in here," she said.
"That's the sauce getting to you. I'm surprised it's making your body warm and not your mouth. I'm impressed really. Is that a new top?"
"You like it? I think it makes me look good."
"I agree, but I didn't know you cared about looking good."
"Don't be rude," she said, giving hit a light slap. "I get nervous sometimes, but I still want to look good of course."
"That's not what I meant," he backtracked.
"Whatever, it's okay," she interrupted, taking another forkful of wing, this time fully dipped in the sauce. "I'm liking this."
"That makes me so happy," Paul returned. He noticed her hair shimmering a bit with that same heat. The dryness burned his eyes so he rubbed them. When he opened them again, Jordan's hair looked longer.
Jordan often kept her hair short and out of the way. But recently she'd been growing it out. It shifted and waved down and touched her shoulders. It tickled a little bit. She giggled at that. It grew over her top and fell long and wavy down over her budding chest.
She took another bite and felt her boobs burn with heat. "Ouch," she mused.
"What? Are you okay?" Paul asked confused.
"Yeah, just feeling the heat in my chest. My B cups are a little restless I guess," she shrugged and massaged the flesh as it pressed against her tiny shirt, her nipples standing out relentless.
She took another forking of wing and sauce followed by one more. She was really into the sauce. It was always almost too hot. But then it settled in her mouth. She felt like she was breathing fire like a dragon.
Her face felt hot from the pressure. Her lips, now a bit numb, probably from the heat, expanded. They puffed up and coated themselves in gloss. Her eyes and cheeks felt the heat too where highlight and contour was appearing, making her features more defined.
As she prepared another bite, a bit of sauce slipped off of the now covered chunks of meat. It fell down into her hair. "Oh shoot." Her hair lightened at the tips where the sauce touched it. A warm orange spread across her blonde locks. Eventually it covered the bottom half of her hair, neck down. She rubbed her fingers through it.
"Is something the matter?" Paul asked.
"Just dripping some of the yummy sauce."
"Yummy?"
"Yes, silly, it's pretty yummy. I can feel my taste buds expanding or something. And luckily for you, the sauce matches my hair pretty well, so I don't feel too bad about it being messy."
"Yeah, your ginger hair. And by the way, you're looking a bit tan. I'm glad you've been working on that," he complimented.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. It's having a nice effect," she confirmed as warm tones spread across her skin.
As she finished the second piece she was carefully eating, she doused the entire chunk in sauce and bit it right off the fork. She was excited to eat more. Then her stomach rumbled. She was nervous that the sauce was going to give her a stomach ache. But it subsided quickly. She felt the heat in her rear. As she did, it expanded. It filled out her smaller shorts and gave her a curvy shape.
"So, what do you think?" Paul asked. He had stared at Jordan as she ate, but he was excited. She seemed okay with it. She usually caught him staring. She was very pretty after all. Medium length bright orange hair, cute clothes, nice makeup, and a bit of a tan over her small curves. Yeah, she was a looker. Not always super into flaunting it, but visibly pretty.
"Delicious. Let's keep it going."
"Really? You want to try my sauce?"
"I don't think I'm nearly at that level, cutie. But I'll keep building up with my sauce. But let's enjoy it fully. Time to learn how to be a messy eater."
She took the bottle and poured a layer of it on the wings. They gleamed orange.
"Wow, you're going all in. I know you're trying this whole outgoing thing, but you're brave. I like it."
"Thanks, honey." She reached out for the basket of wings. As her fingers grabbed a piece, sauce dripped onto her nails. They grew out sharp and long. They surrounded the wing as she placed it into hit mouth and bit a chunk out of the wing. Sauce dribbled down her chin.
"I thought you were a clean eater?"
"You thought wrong. I'm happy to get my hands dirty," she winked.
She gobbled on the wing. It tasted a bit hot, but as she swallowed, the heat subsided and felt comfortable. Her eyes lit up with a momentary flash that cooled.
With each bite, her clothes creaked. She dribbled sauce from her mouth that spilled on her shirt. Her shirt glowed white and thinned into a small crop. It creaked and pulled taught as her breasts lit up with warmth. They stretched the fabric and poked through the thin shirt.
Paul was looking at his phone when he heard Jordan moan.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Hm? Was that me? I guess it just tasted really good. Like reeeeallly good."
"Wow, I'm so happy. But are you sure you're okay? You seem... hotter?"
"Hotter? Baby, I know I'm hot, thank you for reminding me though."
"Not like that, I feel this heat coming off you. And you look... blurry?" He put his hand to her forehead. It was burning. "Are you sick?"
"Don't be such a worrier. I'm sure I'm just getting used to the sauce."
She looked confident enough as she munched on the tasty wings. Her smile was real. She seemed happy. But she was making a mess. Her shirt was spilled on and her manicured hand was covered in orange sauce.
"How about loading me up with more sauce?"
"You sure? It's not too hot?"
"Not yet. It works as advertised."
Paul unscrewed the bottle again. When he lathered the remaining wings in sauce, they seemed to glow. He was momentarily worried but the glow subsided in a moment.
Jordan looked at the wings ravenously. She felt a surge in excitement. She grabbed the nearest one and sunk her teeth into it.
"Ooooh, it's definitely getting hotter. But it's sooooo good."
She lapped the sauce up with her tongue and licked her whole mouth. Her lips were on fire, but they wouldn't be too hot long. They were big enough to absorb the heat from hot wings.
Her cheeks flushed with heat. She felt them burn with a mixture of warmth and desire. They colored with blush. Makeup adorned her features as they sharpened. Her cheekbones elevated. Her eyelashes grew long and curled dark. Her face got all made up.
She took another bite. The heat overwhelmed her brain. She felt her synapses lapse. She wasn't present as the heat flowed into her hair.
Paul was shellshocked. Here was his usually reserved girlfriend Jordan devouring wings in her smallest shorts and shirt with her makeup all done just for him. She was such a flirt sometimes. And that hair. It was so bright. The orange seemed to glow across her whole head. Her hair lit up in gorgeous color.
Jordan was not being careful anymore. The sauce was fully dripping down her shirt. She didn't care. She couldn't get enough. Even when her boobs began expanding, she didn't notice. That flamed with heat that formed in her chest. Fat filled them enough to push her shirt farther from her body, creating folds underneath her bosom. Her thighs began warming too, spilling out of her shorts.
"I feel sooo waaaarm. I can't believe I've never liked this before."
"That's what I've been telling you."
"No need to rub it in, baby. You know I'm sensitive," she cooed.
Did he know that? Jordan wasn't really the sensitive type. She usually said when she didn't like something but was outgoing enough to try anything. And she was crazy cool. Would say whatever came to mind. He looked at her lovingly. She stared back with her intense eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
"You're beautiful."
"And?"
"You're gorgeous."
"And?"
"And you're sexy."
"That's right," she confirmed as she puckered and laid a warm kiss on Paul's lips.
She tasted hot. Fiery even. He loved the burn he felt in his lungs when they kissed. She was a hot one.
She pulled away and gave him an alluring look.
"Let's do another level," she said wrenching the bottle from his hand.
"Woah now, built that much? I can't believe it."
"Believe it, sexy. I'm loving this. Thank you SO much for pushing me. I really need you."
She upended the bottle on the wings. It poured out over them. They were drenched in boiling sauce that glowed white hot.
She took one up in her hand and devoured it. She tore into it with her bright white teeth and splattered sauce across the table. When she finished that one, she picked up another. She chewed it right off the bone. The pile was stacking up.
With every swallow, Jordan felt the heat again. Her chest lit on fire. Every piece filled her with boiling sauce. Her breasts groaned. Another bite, another inch of boob filling her tight top. The fabric stretched. It creaked. Her cleavage pushed out the top and became more and more visible. They heaved outward, filling her shirt until the straps were fighting to keep them in place. They surged out like a fire. D cup, E cup, F cup. They grew from tennis balls to footballs to basketballs.
Her thighs grew as the sauce worked its way down into her belly. Her legs felt warm. They thickened with muscle. Her shorts creaked as her legs propelled out from them. They rounded and escaped from the folds of her shorts. As her ass expanded, her shorts were forced into her crack and looked more like underwear.
She groaned in heat and dropped a chicken wing on the floor as it slipped from her wet fingers.
"That's what you get for eating so fast. Your stomach won't be able to keep up," Paul said as he bent to grab the wing. he looked up to see Jordan staring down at him. Her full lips were parted. Her H cup breasts were stuffed into her shirt and covered with sauce. Her fiery locks fell across her torso. And her eyes looked deep into him. They screamed with desire.
"Baby, I'm on fire," she moaned.
Paul walked his hands up her body. He squeezed her thighs and kissed them gently. They were boiling. He worked his way up. He kissed her hips. Moved his lips up her belly. He kissed both of her massive breasts all over. Then he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close. Her boobs pressed against his chest. They looked ready to pop out of her shirt.
She moaned as they kissed. They pressed their lips against each other and licked their insides. He rubbed her breasts.
She pulled back and opened the bottle. "Am I spicy enough for you? Or would you like more?"
"More," he said.
She dumped the bottle over her breasts. The fire burned into her soft skin.
Paul took her in his hands and licked her skin. They kissed each other on the neck, the chest, and the legs. She reached for his pants and undid the buckle. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. When she unsheathed his dick, she looked longingly at it.
"You're so big. But I like my meat spicy."
She took a handful of sauce from between her breasts and lay it on his penis. She rubbed the sauce into it.
Paul moaned as the liquid slipped across his wet dick.
Jordan took it in her hands and squeezed. She pulled it towards her and licked the sauce across it. She went up and down. Then she sucked it into her mouth and took it all the way. She sucked the sauce and bobbed on his penis. She moaned with each suck. The heat got to her.
Her breasts and butt felt the heat. They were filling again. She was so full. But she could be fuller.
She removed her mouth and said, "I need you in me." She splashed over to him and pushed him down. The sauce fell across the floor. She crawled into his lap and pushed her round ass and hips into his crotch.
"Baby, please, fuck me."
"Mmm, you're so hot."
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his dick. He plunged into her aching dripping pussy. It squelched as he entered her. He lifted her up and down, penetrating her over and over with her fat thighs landing heavily against his legs.
"Mmmm, yes, so hot, so hot, I can feel the heat, it's burning."
"Should I stop?"
"No, don't stop. I love the burn. I need it. I'm on fire. I'm burning. I'm so hot," she yelled.
Her sweat was mixing with the sauce which was dripping all over her, Paul, and the floor.
They fucked over and over, the sauce making them slip across each other. They kissed and shared the sauce between their mouths. Between their holes. They rubbed each other all over.
"Babe, I'm close."
"Mmm, hold it. Fuck, fuck, mmmmmmmm, oooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed as their wet bodies slapped against each other.
"Fuck," Paul yelled as he came from the pressure.
"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, UGH, UNG, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, OOOOooooooooooooooh yeah. Fuck," she groaned.
As they came, they sighed in comfort. She lied back against him covered in her own sweat, cum, and sauce. She was so happy to be hot. Spicy and sweet. Like her favorite wings.