[Feminization, Sluttification]

"Pure Vanilla Cookie. Are you truly the Cookie I once knew?"

"Of course I am, Dark Cacao Cookie. I am the Pure Vanilla Cookie that you've always known. Tell me, my friend. Tell me what ails you, so I may do what I can to help."

"My Kingdom. It's... No, I needn't bother you with my problems. They are mine and mine alone. I am just happy to see you. You lift the weight on this heavy heart of mine."

"Oh, don't just brush me off like that, Dark Cacao Cookie. If you come with me, I can show you something that might be able to help you. Something that has helped me just as much..."

That was the conversation that two former allies had, not long after they met each other once again. Two Kings, reunited in an era of peace. Or at least as peaceful as this world could be, while the Dark Enchantress Cookie was seemingly sealed away.

Not that Dark Cacao Cookie felt the peace. His son had betrayed him, leaving him all alone. Leaving him to fight against the many enemies that wanted to see his kingdom continue to fall. But he persevered. Fought as much as he possibly could, all with his own strength.

And yet... He took the chance to get the mildest bit of relief. The chance to truly breathe a sigh of relief and not have to worry about carrying everything on his shoulders once more. All because it came from the King that had been at his side in the past. Though he seemed a little different, mostly because of how his hips poked against his robe, he did not deem it a sign of suspicion. He was still a precious ally, and that did not change.

What made him feel rather suspicious was the location that Pure Vanilla brought him to. It was... An abandoned Witch's abode. Complete with the same kind of oven that had brought life to many of his kind in the past. The fact that he was aware of such a location was worrying enough, but the constant giggling as they entered it only served to make him raise his guard even more.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie." Eventually, his suspicions were raised to the point where he couldn't handle them any longer. "How have you come to know of this place? I thought we were to stay away from the Witches. No matter what."

Pure Vanilla Cookie giggled as he twirled around, slowly grabbing ahold of his robe and letting it fall to the ground, revealing his sensual body. "Oh, don't you worry about something as silly as that, Dark Cacao Cookie. It's not like you'll be rebaked by a Witch, after all. Just my Master... Ehehehehe..."

Dark Cacao Cookie's eyes widened, though he was too late. As soon as Pure Vanilla Cookie mentioned a Master, an oversized piece of dough came crashing down on him. Trapping him within as he suddenly surfaced on the other side, all while he was forced to struggle. One of his oldest friends, betraying him just like his son had.

Not just that, the way he was dressed was practically revolting too. The Pure Vanilla Cookie that he knew would never wear pants that tight, nor would he wear fishnets that left very little to the imagination. There was no way that it was actually the genuine article... That's what he tried to rationalize, at any rate. He really, desperately did not want to believe that he was the one that he had been so close to in the past.

"Good work, Tainted Vanilla Cookie." A young man's voice boomed through the abode, causing the betraying Cookie to tremble and gasp in response to the sound of his wonderful voice. "You brought him here, and I didn't even have to go through the trouble of lifting a finger myself."

"Aaaahhh! Master Deltas! I'm so happy that you're happy!" 'Pure' Vanilla Cookie giggled as he slowly started to hump the air, as if he was being screwed right then and there. "C-Can I go back to my proper size, so you can have more fun with me while we prepare Dark Cacao Cookie?"

Dark Cacao cookie looked at the silhouette of the much larger and yet younger man. He was blonde, he had a slick black suit, and he looked like he didn't belong in this world. And yet, he had managed to... Seemingly tame his fellow King. And yet he remained quiet. Not because he wanted to respect this giant, but because he was biding his time. If nothing else, he could try and use the powers of the Grapejam Chocoblade to get free...

"Of course, Tainted Vanilla Cookie. Give him a show of your true self. Not that you've not already shown him, but I want him to understand what he'll be like, once we're done with him." The blonde young man said, all while casting a single glance down towards the aged cookie stuck within the dough that had been prepared for him. "Once he's been rebaked inside the Ulti-Slut Dough."

While Dark Cacao tried his best to properly understand what he had just heard, that train of thought was kicked off the tracks as he looked to 'Pure' Vanilla Cookie, who suddenly jumped off the table. All while he glowed and suddenly took on a much larger size, almost as large as the young man that had been leering at him with such a lewd gaze.

Once the glow vanished, 'Pure' Vanilla Cookie was well and truly gone. Now there was only the proper slut, Tainted Vanilla Cookie. Who couldn't stop himself from slowly playing with his rather generously erect nipples, idly flicking the piercings that were perfect for tugging on. "Aaahhhh... Master, can't we have a bit of fun before you bake him? I really need you inside me, I want that creamy filling..!" And since he didn't need to hold back, he started begging to be filled like a proper slut would need to be...

Deltas laughed at the sight of Tainted Vanilla Cookie getting so needy, all while keeping a single eye on the King stuck inside the Ulti-Slut Dough. "Not just yet, Tainted Vanilla Cookie. Come here, and give him a good look at your body. All while I'll explain exactly what I've done to you."

Dark Cacao Cookie glared up at the young man, his body trembling as he did so. It wasn't with hate. It was with something else. But that shouldn't be possible. The only thing he should be feeling towards somebody like him was hate. And yet here he was. Trembling in anticipation..?

It only got worse as he saw the blonde young man cup his friend's ass. Squeezing his hand straight into it. It was like he could feel that very same sensation transferring into him. Something that made him moan, despite how humiliating it was. So much so that his grip on his blade faltered...

"You're probably wondering who I really am, don't you, Dark Cacao Cookie? Don't you worry." Deltas said, laughing as he squeezed both of Tainted Vanilla Cookie's cheeks with his strong and manly hands. "I just wanted to make you and the other cookies mine. And thanks to Slut Enchantress Cookie' help, I've perfected the Ulti-Slut Dough. Nobody'll be able to resist its effects. Pure Vanilla Cookie certainly didn't, and look how he's turned out."

Another squeeze, and both Dark Cacao Cookie and Tainted Vanilla Cookie let out a moan at the same time. All while their respective crotches started to drool. "He turned into such a lovely and horny twink that starts cumming once he gets teased a little too much. And you'll be just the same, once you get baked all over again, Dark Cacao Cookie. I can't wait to see what you'll be like..."

Dark Cacao Cookie trembled more as the pleasure ran through him. He didn't understand how the Dough that he was stuck in was able to make him feel this way. But he would remain defiant. "You won't be able to turn me into another one of your... W-Whatever they are. I will persevere. Even after all of this, I will stand to defend my kingdom..!"

"Oh, you'll defend it alright." Deltas laughed, all while slowly turning towards the dough properly. "Defend it so you can gift every single one of its citizens to me. Every. Single. One." He laughed a little more, all while his hand slowly went down to the zipper on his pants.

Just before he managed to let it loose, Tainted Vanilla Cookie put his hand on top of his Master's. "Here, Master. Let me help!" He chimed in a ditzy way, as he poured lots and lots of his power straight into that little spot. Making his Master's cock burst out from its flimsy prison and nearly shattering his pants in the process, drooling cum right from the very tip...

Dark Cacao Cookie looked up at the shaft that cast a shadow across his current prison, and he couldn't help but pant and gasp as he looked up upon it. This feeling inside him was intensifying. It was like he was looking upon a symbol of pure divinity. What was he supposed to do when faced with something like this..?

N-No. He had to remain strong. He had to fight back against this influence. Even as he felt his own cock trembling as Deltas moved his hand across Tainted Vanilla Cookie's crotch and let his cock out just the same. F-Feeling... M-Master's... No, he wasn't his Master. He was an enemy, a vile young man!

"You know what we need to do, don't you, Tainted Vanilla Cookie?" Deltas asked, before planting a simple kiss on his loyal and horny twink's neck to make sure that he understood. Not that he needed to go this far. The former King was already well aware of what he needed to do.

So much so that his hand was already stroking his much smaller member. Stroking and stroking, panting and gasping as more and more of his cum started to drool down the length of his cock. He needed to shoot it all out onto the dough. All of it, all for Master..!

He got so ahead of himself that he ended up cumming before his Master, his corruptive cum squirting right from the tip of his cock right onto the Ulti-Slut Dough, covering his former friend in a bunch of his sticky glaze. All while he could see that delightful look of anguished pleasure on the armored King's face. A look that made him drool in delight...

Dark Cacao Cookie didn't like any of it. But the smell... The scent, the warmth, the way it stuck to him... It was driving him mad. So much so that he didn't know if he could handle much more. He would have to try his best to endure. He had to endure. So he could present his kingdom to Master... N-No, so he could defend it and keep it from falling into his hands!

Deltas laughed and stroked away at his own much bigger cock. The sight was beyond entertaining, and it was just what he needed to push himself right across the edge. Even if he wasn't going to properly orgasm because his cock wasn't stuffed into a twink's tight hole, he was still able to cum just like that. Partly because of the sight in front of him, and partly because of Tainted Vanilla's wonderful blessing.

He reared his head back as a thick stream poured forth from his cock. A thick stream that flooded onto the armored King's prison, smothering him completely as it sank into the dough and made it grow to the point where he was stuck inside it properly. Leaving him to cook inside, thanks to all the warmth around him. But he didn't need to cook. No, the Cookie needed to be baked...

"Tainted Vanilla Cookie..." Deltas panted a little. Oh dear, cumming like this had left him a little winded. "Do your Master this one favor, alright?"

His favorite twink did as he asked, grabbing the dough and stuffing it right into the nearby oven. Turning it up to max and letting it bake as long as it needed to. Not that it needed to bake for a long time, the kind of glaze he had been basted in would ensure that the armored King would be completely and utterly broken within a few minutes.

After all, he hadn't linked their senses together while they were on the way to their destination if he didn't want to help Master convert somebody else into a horny twink.

Dark Cacao Cookie, meanwhile, did his very best to struggle against everything that was stuck on top of him. But it was impossible. The musky smell of all that cum, the way that it soaked into him and slowly started to thicken him up, and the way that he couldn't breathe in any kind of fresh air due to how he was hotboxed inside this dough...

The more he breathed in, the harder it became to think. The harder it became to think, the more his body heated up. And the more he heated up, the more he needed to breathe. It was a vicious cycle that forced him to inhale all of that wonderful smell that was corroding his mind and his body...

Until his armor shattered from the sheer pressure, leaving his body completely and utterly exposed to the elements. Elements that very quickly soaked in and forced themselves to integrate with his form. Elements that overwhelmed his mind, until there was nothing left except a horny haze that forced him to cum and cum again, clear bubbles dribbling down his shaft...

It didn't take much longer for him to finish baking. The oven opened up, and the Ulti-Slut Dough quickly started to expand once it was exposed to the open air. Growing and growing and growing, until it took a humanoid shape, not unlike the King that had been trapped within.

But it wasn't a king that was being revealed. The figure's hips were far too wide to be a king's. Much like its rather generous rear that audibly clapped once it had been properly formed, as well as the general slim nature of the rest of his body. He was no king, much less a proper monarch. But he made up for that with a look that made his Master's cock quickly grow erect, especially as he looked upon him a little more...

Dark Cacao Cookie, or whatever he was now called, was about a head shorter than Deltas. And instead of wearing such excessively bulky armor that was supposed to protect him when he fought to defend the kingdom, he now wore barely anything. The clothes that he wore amounted to little more than chains that formed the outline of a dress, with soft seethough black silk covering the rest of his form. It was an edgy approach to a princess' dress, but it made him look all the more alluring. Especially since nothing was left to the imagination. You could see every little inch of his dark and slim twinky body.

But it wasn't his attire that drew the eye. No, it was the accessories. Whether it was his crown having turned into a tiara that was more fit for a Princess, or his Soul Jam quietly sticking out from his exposed belly button... Or the cock cage that was nestled around his pathetically tiny shaft, the new form of his precious blade. It was practically impossible for him to release it in this state. Not that he needed to release it. He was comfortable showing off like this. He was comfortable being completely and utterly defenseless...

Because Princess Cacao Cookie had Daddy. The mere sight of Deltas made the dark twink, whose hair was lovingly braided as it reached all the way down to his rear and slapped against both of those wonderful drums, squeeze his thighs together in anticipation. "Daaadddyyyy...!" The needy giggle was just as horny as Tainted Vanilla Cookie's, but there was a different kind of need in that voice. A need to be cuddled and spoilt...

Deltas heard his new twink's cry, and happily received him with a loving hug and a tight squeeze onto that fat ass. "Daddy's here for you, my twinky Princess. Now, what would you like?" He whispered sweetly into the dark twink's ear, all while giving his neck a loving and teasing lick and kiss. All to see him tremble and seize up...

Princess Cacao Cookie trembled more than one would expect. Gasping and panting as a bit of cum drooled out through the very tip of his cock cage. "Mmmph... I just wanna cuddle Daddy... Maybe squeeze Daddy's cock between my thighs...!" The needy Princess gasped and panted, his eyes having turned to hearts as he pressed up against Deltas. He wanted it and he needed it, oh so much...

Deltas was happy to oblige. All while Tainted Vanilla Cookie snuck up behind his friend's twinky butt, getting just close enough to let his own cock kiss his Master's cock. He wasn't allowed to fuck his friend's plush rump, not until Master gave him permission, but at the very least he could join in like this...

Moans started to echo out from both of the two Cookies as they both felt the pleasure of being close to their beloved rush through them. Whether it was just Princess Cacao Cookie rubbing up against his dear Daddy's body, his twinky body making him look so much younger and sexier after he had been rebaked, or Tainted Vanilla Cookie squirting onto the floor every time his cock kissed his Master's. They were both perfect in each their own way. Whether it was unabashed horny actions, or complete and utter devotion to his Daddy...

Deltas couldn't help but grin. Now he had two twinks, and he was very close to completing his collection. At least the very start of it. And once he had all of them...

It was only a matter of time before he claimed the rest of this Cookie-filled world.