A delectable delight by Loquacious Jango
WARNING: Intended to be consumed with a fork. Use of other utensils may cause chafing.


Kerrigan pushed through the wide set of double doors that barred her path, and was rewarded by a blast of savory smells. The kitchen before her was gargantuan and sprawling, like a labyrinth made of stoves, tables, fridges and racks upon racks of cookware and utensils. A brown, fuzzy woman in an apron with a large, pronounced backside and what looked like two sets of arms and legs scuttled past carrying knives in three of her hands, taking only a brief look at the girl who had just walked in.
“Down the center aisle and to the left” She said with a wink “She’s gonna absolutely love you”. Just before dipping out of sight, the arachnid guide reached out with a free hand and pinched at the small seam of bulging skin in between Kerrigan’s shorts and top. The young red-haired woman brushed at the intrusion and scowled. Everybody seemed to be doing that around here, ever since she’d been hired a week ago.  Plunging into the sizable chamber before her, she followed the directions that the cook had given her, calling out the name of the person she’d been told to locate over frenzied orchestral music that seemed to be pumped in by speakers somewhere overhead.
“Yvette Saint Cloude? Hello?” she said, rounding the corner to greet another cook hard at work. “My H.R. manager told me to find an Yvette Saint Cloude?”

The figure bending over the stove certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, tapping her slippered foot and shaking her hips to the up tempo music. Her gyrating, curvaceous butt was tightly bound by a simple pair of black short-shorts. Above them, a thin, fleshy tail tipped with a tuft of hair swayed gently back and forth in time to the same beat. She swiveled in place to face Kerry, her face red and sweaty from the heat, but still beaming.
“Welcome to the kitchens! You came just in time!” she grinned, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes. What hair was not contained in the poofy chef’s hat she wore was pulled back in a simple ponytail, revealing a pair of stubby, almost rounded horns on her forehead. Kerry could see that the flush of her face seemed to extend to the rest of her body, as a simple white apron was the only other piece of clothing that she wore.
“My name is Yvette, the head chef” she offered, waving the chocolate covered wooden spoon in her left hand like a wand as she spoke, gesturing about the maze-like confectionary. “I generally manage the goings on of the kitchen, and make sure everybody gets along. I’m also in charge of maintaining morale, and not to brag, but I’m SUPER good at it” she smiled with another suggestive wiggle of her hips.
Kerry wasn’t sure what to make of the buxom baker in front of her and brought out her hand to shake.
“Ah,  Kerrigan” she stated.
“Oh, we don’t shake hands here, sweetie” Yvette laughed, grabbing the new girl’s outstretched arm and pulling her into a stifling bear hug.
Kerry gave off a slight eep as she felt the apron-clad woman’s thick arms around her torso and her impressive breasts mash against her own. As the chef withdrew, she felt a lingering moist spot on the side of her neck.
“Whoops, bit of chocolate” Yvette shrugged bashfully, waving her spoon a bit for emphasis. She leaned in again before Kerrigan could react, and the young girl gave off a slight shudder as she felt the other woman’s tongue dance across the nape of her neck. The chef withdrew again, licking the last of the wayward ganache off of her own lips.

“Right, ah. One of my bosses told me to come here?” Kerrigan spoke slowly. “Something about the kitchen needing a few warm bodies?”
“And right she is” Yvette swiveled in place, stalking her way past a line of ovens and what looked like a colossal deep fryer. “Hey sweetie, what do you know about baking?”
“Not much, I’ve only ever done just a few cookies, did a cake for a friend’s party once.” Kerrigan answered back. “Why, am I supposed to make something?”
“Exactly” Yvette replied coquettishly “Baking’s a very delicate matter, far more of a science than any other form of cooking, but most definitely still an art.”
“Then why do you want me? I’m no expert” Kerry replied quizzically.
“Maybe because you’re just so sweet?” the chef laughed as they passed by another, massive cook. Kerry took a brief moment to size up the gargantuan young man, who stood several feet higher than her and seemed almost as wide by virtue of his musculature alone. In his large, meaty hands, he was clutching a rolling pin the size of a telephone pole, which he was using on a huge mound of what looked like cookie dough.
“Morning Yvette” the hulking cook smiled to the passing duo.
“Hello yourself handsome” the chef smiled back. “How goes our ingredient, Desmond?”
The baker slapped the dough with a flour covered hand almost affectionately “Oh, good as gold. I have a feeling that we’re looking at one hell of a batch. Everyone mixed together beautifully”
“Fantastic” she said brightly, her tail swishing at a faster pace. “Keep up the good work”

The two set off again, Kerry craning her neck to watch Desmond get back to handling the dough, partially to get another shot of his muscles, but primarily because she could have sworn she heard the dough moan slightly when he smacked it.
“Um” she said hesitantly “Forgive me for asking, but…are you…I mean…are you human?”
At this, Yvette let off a hearty laugh that seemed to spread out through her body.
“No sweetie, I suppose there are a few bits that may throw you off” She sighed slightly “There were days when everyone knew a troll on sight, but now there aren’t quite as many of us, and I have to forgive the occasional bout of ignorance”
“Sorry, did you say troll?” Kerry blinked incredulously
“Yup” Yvette responded. “And yeah, the standard image of a troll isn’t a very flattering one, but rest assured, I’m a full blooded, ambling and rambling troll.” She ran both hands across her almost inhumanly emphasized curves for emphasis. “And a pretty well put together one if I do say so myself.
I’ve been wandering this fair world of ours for years upon years” Yvette espoused, launching into her story despite an utter lack of provocation “It’s the way of my kind. We go stir crazy if we’re in one place for too long. I’ve seen a lot of stories, collected plenty of souvenirs and made much more than my fair share of friends” She gave off a warm giggle at that last one. “Never saw myself as a professional kind of gal, but the good folks at Amalgatech have been very accommodating. And I still have plenty of contacts from my life abroad in case they ever need to get their hands on something or make a new friend…”
Yvette stopped alongside a thick metal door.
“Which brings us to what you’re doing here” she said, pulling a lever to unlock the heavy portal and stepping inside.

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A slender, wild haired young man reclined in his chair, feet resting on the dining table before him, distractedly jotting down a few notes in a small leather bound notebook that he kept on him at all times. He idly looked upwards at the vacant stage before him, long since abandoned by the spokesmodel that had been rolled off to the juicing wards by the clean-up crew. The lanky gentleman leaned to address the figure on his right, who was thoroughly invested in the gaming device clutched in her hands.
“Cass, Exactly how long do we have to wait for this aforementioned continental breakfast?” He muttered out of the side of his mouth.
One of Cassandra’s black, triangular ears twitched slightly, and she simply offered a small grin back to her colleague.
“Patience is a virtue, LJ” She shrugged “And you know Yvette. Big projects like this always monopolize her time.”
“Right” LJ nodded “Remember that triple decker cake she pulled together a few months ago? Absolute work of art, almost a shame to eat it.”
“I remember the massive portions she served everyone.” Cass responded “I wonder if anyone outside of our circle ever dropped the weight from that luncheon”
“Not that I’m complaining” Her scruffy friend responded as his eyes began to wander about the room. “Yvette seems to know how to send those pounds to the right place”
Cass snorted, following her friend’s gaze to a woman two tables over, her swollen bosom spreading slightly on the table in front of her and raptly conversing with a centaur resting across from her.
“Annabelle got those puppies from a botched cheese by-product” she corrected as all five of her tails fanned the air slightly “Though I doubt our catering helped any”
LJ returned his gaze back to Cassandra, making another note in his little journal “Speaking of changes, you seem to have dropped your efforts to maintain a human disguise, even for the newbies”
The kitsune smiled, one of her tails tickling at the back of her friend’s neck. “I felt like being myself for a while” was all she replied.
The writer simply glanced back to the stage. “I wonder what Yvey’s working on anyways”

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Kerrigan looked at the large, softball sized blueberry that the troll was holding in front of her.
“You want me to eat that entire thing” she said somewhat skeptically.
“Yep” Yvette replied matter of factly. “Then you get in the tray and we fire up the oven”
Kerrigan took another look at the large, dome shaped room around her, the wheels in her head attempting to churn out a sane solution to her current predicament.
“What if I don’t want to?” she replied slowly.
The Head Chef merely stuck her thumb at the door behind her. “Exit’s right there. Though I don’t see why you’d want to.”
Kerrigan threw up her hands “Oh, I dunno. How about not wanting to be a pastry?”
“And like that, you’ve lost me” Yvette sighed. She approached Kerry, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You humans are always so pessimistic. A couple centuries I’ve been walking around this complicated little world of ours, and I’ve never heard a complaint out of any mortal who just decided to cut loose and have a little fun. It’s just like the time I spent as an éclair”
“You” The human beside her started “You were an éclair?”
“Well” Yvette giggled “Several to be perfectly honest. There’s an awful lot of me to go around” She mashed her hefty breasts together in accentuation. “And how I ended up walking out of that bakery is another story all together”
“So there is a way to turn me back?” Kerrigan inquired.
“Is that really what you’re asking yourself right now?” Yvette handed the huge berry to her intended ingredient, who felt it undulate slightly between her fingers.
“Come on” she whispered slightly “There’s no worries down this path. No responsibilities. Just kick back and relax. Let yourself fill out. Take a deep drink and enjoy the ride”

The young lady was entranced by the heavy blue orb of flesh in her hands, and the words trickling into her ear. She slowly brought the berry up to her lips, and with a final inner leap of “Oh, what the heck” took a deep bite.
She might as well have bitten into a water balloon, the way that the fruit exploded in her hands. She was left with a blue-stained face, hands and shirt, and with a mouth so full of juice her cheeks were ballooning outwards. She swallowed, feeling an amount of liquid that should have choked her slide easily into her belly.

“Good girl!” Yvette cheered, tapping the bold young lady on the shoulder with her wooden spoon. Instantly, Kerrigan felt a draft against her back, and her hands flew forward to hold up her shirt and bra, which had both suddenly come undone at the back.
“And don’t worry about the stain. You won’t be needing these old things” the troll informed as she slapped at Kerry’s ass with the back of her spoon, the fabric of her pants and underwear seemingly recoiling at the touch of the utensil. The human girl’s hands flew downwards as her lower garments slipped to the floor, forgetting to hold on to her upper clothing. With her entire wardrobe split open and pooling at her feet, Kerrigan sought to cover her modesty, even as Yvette gathered up the scraps of fabric.
“Oh, so bashful” she teased. “Baked goods don’t wear clothes you know!” The troll made for the door on the far side of the wall. “And remember, get in the dish!” With that, the heavy metal door slid shut with a hiss, leaving the naked young woman alone in the darkened room.

Kerry felt a bubbling in her gut, telling her it was time to get moving. Jogging to the indentation in the center of the room, she slid down the smooth, slightly inclined side into a cylindrical, barely tapered hole that reached up to about her shoulder.
A few seconds of nothing passed, giving her only the briefest moment to try and consider what exactly she had signed up for.

As though on command, she felt a sudden warm, gooey sensation fill up her stomach. Seemingly not content to stop there, the fullness pressed against the sides of its containment, stretching her belly wider and rounder. Kerry placed a hand on her stomach as it started to form a large dome, dotted with her deep belly button. The heavy, liquid feeling started looking for more room, seeping upwards into her breasts and swelling them up like a pair of rising buns. Kerrigan’s hands flew to her newly turgid bosom, feeling their weight and softness, and she let out a brief laugh despite herself. Then the sensation oozed downwards, into her backside and then, down to between her legs.
Oh.
Kerrigan felt a bizarre pressure spread from her nethers the likes of which she had never felt before. A heavy, fluid sensation that seemed comprised of memory just as much as feeling. It was like some strange, carnal version of that thrilling first lick of batter after her mother was done mixing brownies. It was as though the sensation of eating a spoonful of cookie dough was inside her, pleasuring her with a warm shapelessness. It was warm, safe and yet, thrilling. And she wanted more.
Kerrigan began to knead and massage her swollen gut as it pressed against her fingers, the sensation only intensifying as it slipped up into her stomach. Her entire body started to take on a hefty teardrop shape, thighs growing thick and stocky with the oncoming rush of flesh. Her back began to merge into her wide bottom, which grew closer and closer to the floor as it gained volume. The swelling young woman started to spread her feet apart in attempt to stay standing, but knew it was a losing battle as she continued to grow heavier and heavier. It seemed as though her massive blob of a torso was gobbling up her legs, which were now only visible up to the knees and sinking, being sucked up into the mass above them. She gave off a brief yelp as she felt both of her rear cheeks graze the cool, curved wall of the dish behind her, moments before her belly mashed into the opposite side, sending a spiderweb of chills and thrills through her.
Kerrigan marveled at how large she had gotten, touching both sides of a large circle she couldn’t initially do with her arms outstretched, now easily accomplished with her own girth. She hadn’t even realized that her thickened arms were resting on her bloated sides, which continued to rise. Kerrigan let a moan escape her lips as her entire bloated underside settled on the bottom of the dish, the cool flat floor sending a shiver up her back. The girl who had once been considered plump now filled her chosen receptacle like a liquid, and she could feel more coming. As that same, divine sense of fullness started to spread through her, Kerrigan began to taste something at the back of her mouth. It was a sweet, bready flavour, but also wet and doughy. She recognized it as batter, just as the second revelation hit her. She was tasting herself. Every inch of her body. It wasn’t just in her mouth now, it was everywhere. Her entire, blob of a body was seized in the all-encompassing rapture of flavour. And still she grew, filling her container up to the rim.

A new bubble of sensation appeared within her, growing larger and quickly joined by a multitude of friends. It was different, a sharper, tangy sensation enclosed in a sphere that felt roughly the same size and shape of…
Without thinking, Kerry plunged a hand into her own body, sending a pleasant ripple throughout her form that spread to her widening breasts and newly formed chins. Feeling around inside of her own fluid felt fantastic, but she was searching for something in particular. Her fingers wrapped around a large, soft object, and with a slight *shlorp* she pulled it free with a sagging arm. It was another blueberry, exactly the size and colour of the one she had eaten before. She writhed slightly as she felt more of them appear inside of her, a few of them surfacing in her like bobbing apples.
“I’m…melting” she spoke to herself. “Gawd, these look so good”
Kerrigan opened her mouth wide, cramming the entire berry down her throat which stretched slightly to fit. She bit down, taking a few finger with it and leaving smooth nubs where they used to be. The mixture of berry and batter simply slid back down her throat and into her.
“I’m eating myself” she thought, and giggled, sending more waves through her, which crashed against the side of her tray.
A loud clunking noise above her jarred the bowl of batter’s thoughts, and she craned her neck upwards, noticing that she was sinking further into herself. The walls began to glow a deep red, and the temperature started to rise, slowly but surely.


Outside, Yvette cranked the temperature knob on the industrial oven, standing on her tip-toes to peek inside at her ingredient. Behind her, Desmond lumbered past, stopping to stoop down and look through the same window.
“They can never resist tasting themselves, can they?” he smiled.
“We don’t give out temptation dear, we offer indulgence” Yvette said as she licked her lips “It’s my job, like any good baker, to make sure that everyone’s having fun”
“Did you tell her that there was a way to change back?” The hulking young man raised an eyebrow.
“I never do” Yvette said, turning to him and pouting. “If they wanna tell themselves that to feel safe, then by all means. But I’d never LIE” She trailed off, returning her gaze to the oven and drumming her spoon against her thigh.


Kerrigan could feel the air, and the walls of her container continue to heat up. As the temperature climbed, she idly swirled a finger in what used to be her mammoth breasts before they had melted away into the rest of her. The metal pressed against her grew hotter and hotter, but all she could feel was a deep, comforting warmth. A bubble formed within her, and she felt it ascend until it popped on her surface. Then there was another and another, all broiling up inside of her and mixing her homogenous insides up even more. The bubbling grew in intensity as Kerry started to pant slightly. Her body responded in kind, starting to rise and grow once again, bolstered by the pockets of air within her.
She swelled and expanded, the top of her body taking on a dome shape and rising up over the lip of the cup she was in. Kerrigan felt her outer skin start to grow thicker and slightly more unyielding, just as it began to press against her chin and wrists. Her belly crept out of its container and on to the scalding flat expanse of her tray on all sides, spreading out slightly. She gave off a final laugh as she could feel the bubbles inside of her start to settle and freeze in place, cementing her size and shape. Her moist outer skin crept over her head and hands, the last remaining signs of what she once was. Finally, they were swallowed up entirely, the surface of the baked good that she had become sealing over the negligible divots that were left behind.
Kerry tried to keep track of where her head and hands used to be inside of her for just a second, before realizing she didn’t care. And serving only to scramble her thoughts further, she trembled ever so slightly as she felt each and every berry inside of her burst from the heat one by one, sending a flood of ecstasy and moistness through her with each little warm explosion.
Massive fans overhead turned on, rapidly cooling the interior of the oven as the platform the pastry rested on slid upwards, revealing her gravid form. A light went off and a buzzer sounded as the head chef strolled back into her workplace, tail eagerly whipping back and forth behind her.
“Well” she said to the blueberry muffin before her. “I’d say you’re just about done”

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“Finally” LJ crowed as the continental breakfast was wheeled out onto center stage by a pair of scantily clad bakers.
“That” Cass stated simply “Is one big muffin”
“Yeah” her slender friend replied as he loosened his tie. “So do we carve off a chunk or just grab a handful?”
“I think Yvette was so pre-occupied with making this thing, she never stopped to consider the logistics” Cass sighed, sniffing the air with a nose that was steadily growing blacker and more vulpine in shape.
“Aw hell” LJ shrugged. “I think you just summed our business model. Dig in?”
Cass yipped in glee as she leapt forward, shrinking out of her clothes entirely. She landed on hands as they became paws, the rest of her body swiftly completing the transformation into a sizable five-tailed fox. She eagerly sunk her teeth into the side of the massive breakfast item as the more animalistic members of the room followed suit.
“Save a chunk for me!” Her still human companion called out as he rolled up his sleeves.

Even as the crowd tore into it, the muffin could only silently hope that she tasted as good as she felt.