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Baking a Cake
🕑 Added 2024-10-04 05:49:55 +0000 UTCBaking a Cake.
“Alice, I need you to come over right away!”
Alice sighed as she stopped typing. “Why?”
Sara giggled and started talking in a sing-song voice. “Oh, no reason. I just need help backing up a delicious cake for tonight. You don’t mind, do you?”
Alice tapped away at her chin. “And why do you need help with that? You never asked me before.”
“Please. It just won’t be the same without you.”
Alice looked at the clock. It was almost seven at night. “Why do I get the feeling you will pull some weird trick on me.”
“Me? Never. I am such an angel.”
“Right. Look, I can come over and help. But if this is something weird and kinky.”
“Oh, come on. You know me.”
“Exactly, and I know the weird tricks you pull. You know I have work. . .” Alice sighed. “I will be right over.” She hung up, knowing that she couldn’t give in. Walking over to grab her jacket, she made her way to the door. “I just hope this trip is worth it.”
***
About a half hour later, Alice found herself at her friend’s doorstep. Before she could even knock, Sara threw the door wide open. “Welcome, welcome.” Sara put her hand on Alice’s back. “Come on in, and we can get to baking.”
“You haven’t started.”
“Well, I was waiting for my main ingredient to arrive.” She giggled.
“See, I knew something was fishy.”
Sara shrugged. “What? Is it so bad that I want to enjoy some interesting time with you?” She kissed Alice on the cheek, causing the young woman to blush. “These times are becoming ever so interesting. I just can’t help myself.”
“You. . . kissed me.”
Sara turned around and danced into the kitchen. “So? Is that a problem?”
“I. . . don’t know.” Alice followed Sara into the next room. “So how are we going to do this?”
“Well, the place that I ordered from said that to bake this cake, we need to just eat this.” She pointed at a small pastry on the counter. “And trust me, I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted to eat this little devil with.”
“I knew this had some weird transformation thing attached to it.” Alice crossed her arms. “I just need to know if we are going to be stuck like this. I don’t want anyone to eat us.”
“Don’t worry. Don’t worry.” She grabbed Alice by the nose and shook it. “No one is going to eat us. It is going to be a fun little time, and the transformation wears off after a few hours. But the website said it is so wonderful. . . you might even orgasm.” She rubbed her hands together. “I can’t wait.”
“I am not sure about this. I mean, after everything. . .”
“Alice, you have turned into a car and a house. Becoming a pastry with me will be nothing.” She giggled. “Just add it to the weird chapter of your life. In fact, I think you should start writing about this.”
“But I like my fantasy work.”
“I don’t know. Kinky stuff can sell.” Sara picked up the little pastry. “Let’s eat it together.” She pulled Alice in close. “Ready.”
“I guess.” She took a deep breath as Sara pulled her even closer, their lips almost touching as the little cake was forced between their mouths. Sara bit off one end as Alice’s mouth wrapped around the other. They ate bit by bit until they kissed.
“Aww. So cute.”
Alice pulled away, her cheeks bright red. “You planned that.”
Sara giggled. “Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it.”
“I might pull out bits of your creamy body as you transform.” She crossed her arms. “Humph.”
Sara laughed. “You have always been a bit grumpy.”
Alice sighed. “So, how long until this takes effect?”
“Don’t know.” Sara sat down on one of the nearby chairs. “The website said it can take anywhere from one minute to a half hour. So, I doubt we will be swelling up at the same time.”
“Will I shrink?”
“Nope. We will be our lovely selves, just a bit plumper.”
Before Alice could inquire further, she felt a strange sensation rush through her body. As she looked down, her breasts suddenly expanded a good two feet, causing her shirt to swell. But more shocking was how her breasts felt. They felt full, squishy, and a bit creamy. As she removed her shirt, Alice gasped at her pure white boobs, more akin to frosting than flesh. Her breasts were round and plump with strawberry-pointed nipples.
Sara walked up and took a bit off the side of her right breast before taking a little taste. “Wow. If this was any other circumstance, I would eat you right up. You taste wonderful.”
Alice crossed her chest as more of her torso swelled and turned white as a ghost, the frosting spreading across her body. “No eating me.”
“But you taste so good. You should have a taste.”
Alice put her hands on her hips. “I will not eat myself.” Her hands slowly shrunk into her body. “Are you crazy? Wait, what is happening to me?”
Sara giggled. “Wow, I think you will be a cute cake.”
“You said we will retain our feminine forms.”
“We will. I didn’t say how much.”
“Sara, that isn’t funny!” She moaned as her arms and hands vanished into her body. “Ughhh, this feels strangely good.” Her breasts swelled another few inches. “Fuck.”
“Oh, your pants are starting to bulge. I can see frosting poking out.”
Alice moaned. “I am going to be a good cake, aren’t I? A good dirty cake girl.” Her jeans slowly ripped apart as the bottom layers of her body revealed themselves. “Ohhh fuck. . .” More and more, her body swelled as the layers of her new pastry body came into being.”
“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t you be?”
A strawberry grew out of Alice’s nose. “Good. I. . . ohhh. . . will be so delicious. Soo fuckkkk!” Her face began to harden. “You will be a good cake too. A great cake girl. Join me!”
Sara laughed. “I am sure I will.” She threw off her shirt and pulled her pants down. “It’s only a matter of time.” Carefully rubbing her body against Alice’s towering frame, Sara could feel her own body warm. Her breasts slowly expanded outward, rubbing against Alice. Instead of strawberries forming on her nipples, quaint little roses grew out of Sara. “Soon, we will be together, my dear.” She kissed Alice’s frozen face of pleasure. “Soon we will. . . ohhh fuck!”
One hand rubbed her chocolate-covered boobs as the other was firmly planted on her crotch. As the transformation took hold, Sara could only moan, her legs melding together. She looked at Alice, her gaze matching her friend as she was forced into place. She became bigger and bigger as each layer was made one by one. Sara’s legs were enveloped bit by bit before her goopy transformation moved up to her torso, her arms shrinking into her body. Her moaning became louder and louder as her boobs swelled, pressing against Alice’s breasts. Soon, Sara’s face became stuck in place, and the final part of her transformation fished, with the two of them staring into each other’s eyes until the effects of the tiny pastries wore off.
