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Trader Flo's - Just Desserts (Food) - Early Access
🕑 Added 2025-05-18 16:00:14 +0000 UTC----------
"Stupid Liam," Henry muttered as he passed a cardboard cutout of a bunny girl, "Couldn't even grab a lousy sign." Ever since his friend, Liam, failed to secure their spot in the popular group, he had to take it upon himself to. He had to think of something that would impress them but not something that was too high risk. As he turned into the grocery section, he saw exactly what he needed. Along the far wall, hundreds of cartons of eggs lined shelves. He could steal a dozen eggs for the next time they egged a house, and if he was caught, the item wasn't that valuable, so he'd probably only get a slap on the wrist.
Glancing around to make sure no one was looking and not spotting any security cameras, he slipped a carton of eggs under his jacket and started for the exit, trying his hardest to look natural. His confidence grew as no one seemed to notice him, allowing him to get all the way to the doors. He went to cross the threshold but was surprised to run into an invisible wall, crushing the carton of eggs as well as his nose. "Going somewhere?" He heard a feminine voice say as a woman grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He glanced at her, his heart falling as she wore the uniform of the Trader Flo's Enforcement Department, TFED, for short.
He took deep breaths, knowing the worst they could do was hit him with a fine and maybe a week in jail, but he didn't expect what was actually coming for him. "Looks like you can't exactly return the eggs," she said, pointing at the yolk splattered on his shirt and inside of his jacket, "But I think you'll be a great replacement." Fear and confusion crossed Henry's face before he found himself unable to move. The TFED officer smiled as her eyes glowed, sending torrents of magic into his body.
Henry's eyes widened as he watched his arms and legs begin to retract into his body, leaving him impossibly floating in the air. His torso started to bulge as his limbs made their way into the growing, rounded part of his body. His skin took on an impossibly pale complexion as well as a porous texture. The woman did nothing but smirk at the changing man, watching as his head melted into the sphere, giving it a bit of a pointed shape. He shrank rapidly to the side of a golf ball and was released from the magical prison, tumbling towards the ground at a rapid speed. He screamed in terror, feeling his insides slosh around as he tumbled, only to be caught inches from a violent doom.
"Finally," the officer grinned, "That's another dozen complete." Henry wanted to ask what was going on but found himself void of all communication. The warmth the woman's palm surrounded him completely, and his skin felt... fragile. The woman entered the cooler from behind, picking up an egg carton with all but one egg in it. "These guys have been waiting for days to be completed," she laughed as she slotted Henry into the final slot, confirming the fear he had most, that he had been turned into a literal egg. He felt the presence of the eleven other eggs around him as the woman sealed the carton and the inertia of being slid down a shelf to be in line for purchase.
Being trapped in a windowless box with no autonomy made it hard to tell time, but what had to have been days passed before Henry and his carton were plucked from the shelf and dropped into a cart. He could feel the rumble of the cart's wheels. The commotion of people and machinery came through the walls of his prison, muffled, forcing him to only imagine what was going on outside. Soon after, he felt himself in a car and then once again picked up and offloaded into another cold environment. The cool air permeated through the carton, shrouding him in it as he was forced to worry about what was going on.
After what felt like an eternity, his carton was cracked open to reveal a cute, blue-haired lady who plucked one of his compatriots from the carton before putting it back in the fridge. He could feel the other egg's horror as there was no doubt the one taken was to be consumed, and their fate was soon to follow. Each morning, another one of the eggs was taken by the hand of the woman until only two remained: Henry and another poor bastard who ended up in the same situation.
Expecting they only had til the following morning to live, the two were surprised when their carton was opened and both were removed. They were placed on the counter and found themselves surrounded by flour, sugar, and other baking ingredients. Henry's fate was worse than just a breakfast omelet, he was going to be mixed into a cake with this other person, forced to be part of them before they were both killed. He panicked as he was picked up and his body was smashed against the rim of the bowl, shattering it. He expected excruciating pain as his insides spilled from his body, but instead felt immense pleasure at being... used?
His unwanted pleasure was tainted by his terror as the second egg's innards fell into the bowl along with him. While they were still unable to meaningfully communicate, he could feel the presence of the other's mind as they conjoined into a puddle. The beaters were turned on and dropped onto the both of them, forcing them to combine even further with the other ingredients of the cake and each other. They were poured from the bowl into a pan before being tossed in a searing oven, their minds giving way to the ecstasy they felt. Henry's name started to fade from his mind as he could only think about being eaten, but not fearfully, he looked forward to it.
After their long trip in the oven, they were removed and allowed to cool, begging to be eaten, their minds fully lost to the pleasure. They were covered in a sickly-sweet layer of frosting and adorned with strawberries before being placed in the center of a table. The woman left for a while, returning in a fancy dress that made its reason apparent as people began to pour into the house. The cake realized it was the centerpiece to a party and reveled in the hungry stares it was given, impatient to be eaten.
Finally, after hours of taunting, the woman pulled out a knife and stabbed the cake, slicing it into a dozen pieces and handing them out. The cake and the combined minds within were beyond ecstatic to finally serve their purpose, basking in the feeling of sliding down people's throats and fading into their bodies forever.
