Chapter 4: Savouring
(Food TF, Fluff)
Cheffess Evaline had rendered the lower half of her ingredient’s body into flattened cookie dough and sliced it into dozens of ready to bake discs with extraordinary efficiency by the time Pete was able to regain focus on her own work. She did her best to tune out the moans of the student on the table behind her as she removed her dough from the fridge. The log of unbaked confection had chilled enough to hold it’s shape, and Pete swiftly chopped it into half-inch thick disks that she arranged on her tray, before popping the whole thing into the oven.
Now with a few minutes to kill, Pete returned her eyes to the head of the class. The student-turned-ingredient remained face-down on the table like she was expecting a massage, despite the fact that her body ended just below her abdomen in a slight slope of buttery dough studded with chocolate chips, homogenous all the way through. She gave out a little moan or gasp every time Evaline sliced a new circle and arranged it on a greased tray. The overly curvy woman worked quickly, twirling between counter and oven to fill up two large cookie sheets, her gargantuan breasts swinging through the air like wrecking balls threatening to burst free from her apron through sheer centrifugal force. Pete could only watch as she moved, halfway between simple labour and a dance. Her equally protruding butt grazed against the cool metal of the instruments behind her, but never bumped or knocked anything over. Navigating a kitchen, the only thing she seemed to collide with was other people. Every once in a while the prodigious woman would brush her flesh against the half-flattened woman, causing her to respond with another giggle or pleasurable grunt. There was something so calculated and graceful about it, a well-practiced performance designed to excite, titillate and reassure.
Pete leaned against the oven behind her, feeling the warmth permeate her sweatpants. The baggy garment suddenly felt very confining, and Pete resolved to wear something breezier next time. Maybe Carol would offer to help her with some shopping. With time to kill and a desire to learn, the Cheffess in Training began to leaf through her textbook.
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Pete was halfway through a discussion on glaze and cinnamon buns when her timer went off, one of the first. She smiled as she got them out of the oven and on the cooling rack, wiping a small amount of heat-induced sweat from her brow as she looked over her simple accomplishment. Perfectly golden brown treats dotted with melty chocolate chips. She had to resist the all too-familiar instinct to taste her creations, at least until receiving the all clear from her teacher. As certain as she was that these treats were harmless, she wasn’t in a rush to join her baked goods.
Although…..the smell of those fresh cookies...and the whispers of pleasure still leaking forth from the ingredient at the head of the class made her consider...would that really be so bad?
The Cheffess was once again walking up and down the row of kitchenettes, casting a discerning eye over the products of her class. Some had been slightly overcooked, or left too crispy from an abundance of sugar. Pete noticed that Jessie’s had lost cohesion from the addition of too much butter, but overall the room was filled with the decadent, warm smell of warm dessert.
“Excellent work” Evaline smiled, one hand resting on the shelf of her prodigious bosom. “I’ll have a few notes for some of you, but I can see some serious promise here…” Evaline passed by Peter’s cooling cookies and let out a small sound of approval. She caught her student’s eye and winked. Pete felt a slight shiver from the curvaceous teacher’s pleased attention. The half-processed student gave a squeak from her roost on the table.
“Oh my!” Cheffess Evaline swivelled and strutted back to the head of the class, her hips swaying with every step. “I had nearly forgotten my own delectables”
She pulled her oven open and withdrew the first two trays of evenly baked, golden-brown treats, slotting in another batch as she made short work of transferring the fresh snacks onto a large cooling rack.
It was surreal to see a woman’s head and torso lying prone on a table while her chef held aloft a tray of cookies that Pete knew were made of the same person. She wondered how much she could still feel, or how the oven had treated her.
“Now then, my scrumptious ingredient, are you still with us?” The Cheffess asked.
The student gave out a murmuring nod, seemingly rising from the pleasurable haze that had ensconced her for the past half hour.
Evaline reached a single finger out and delicately caressed one of her cookies. The girl shuddered.
“And what does that feel like?”
“You….you’re stroking me….on my thigh….my foot….my breast….” The girl gawked, trying to form a complete sentence. “Oh Goddess, it’s all at once, like I’m all mixed up and everything’s so sensitive….I’m hot, and soft...Can I….taste me?”
“Of course” the Cheffess offered, her voluminous breasts flowing atop the table as she leaned over to place a cookie in the ingredient’s mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she chewed on the delectable treat.
“Ohh…” She mumbled, breaking off the cookie in her mouth with a free hand. “Oh it’s....I taste so good.” She sighed. “And I’m being tasted…” She swallowed and went in for another moaning bite. “I’m in my own mouth, it feels like I’m having a hot makeout...with myself.”
The ingredient had finished her sample in record time. She held out her hand. “More. Please. It’s so good.”
“Oh, we’ll make plenty more.” Evaline nodded, picking up her rolling pin. “Once we get to your head, you’ll really be able to taste yourself, all the time. Your mind will be full of sweet treats and warm, wet mouths and magnificent flavour. Shall we keep going?”
“Do it.” The cookie dough lay her head against the table excitedly. “This is the best night of my life.”
“And it’s only getting started.” The Cheffess reassured her as she began to roll again, slowly working her way up her midsection until she was just below the ingredient’s breasts.
“Mmm, this is the best massage I’ve ever had…” The student responded dreamily. “I’m just so relaxed and loose and….tingly all over.”
As Evaline picked up her cookie cutter again, she grabbed the first two trays of baked treats and placed them on a side table facing the class. “Come on up and try one!” She smiled. “I’m sure that your classmate is eager to hear some input!”
Pete scampered up with the others to grab a cookie, or two. After less than a minute, they had fully solidified and were cooled enough to hold in ones hand. The first one she ate was on her way back to her station, and Pete had to suppress a moan of her own at the flavour and texture in her mouth. It was heavenly, a savoury, thick bready treat that sparkled it’s way across her tongue filled with gooey chocolate chips that burst like overripe berries and filled her with the unique aroma of deep cocoa. More than that, there was that faint spark of excitement and heady lust that she remembered from the cupcake that had started her down this path. But this one tasted different, a different personality and vitality. She glanced over her shoulder at the student, who had now been flattened up to her shoulders.
“Ooh, I can feel you...mmm, your tongues are all over me and...oh I can still feel it. I’m in you and part of you and….” The ingredient’s words started to blur again as sensory overload took her.
For the second time that night, Pete felt a pang of mild envy. The dreamlike idea of being soothed and massaged into simple foodstuff, lovingly treated and prepared and then enveloped in ecstasy, to become a flavour and nourishment. And then savoured, somewhere beyond normal intimacy. Being actually consumed like that seemed like the height of pleasure, and let you exist as a piece of everyone who tasted and loved you, giving a little bit of divine delight to them. Pete felt a warm pull to the bowl as she approached her station, and held up the remaining cookie as she grabbed one of her own.
The difference between them was subtle, but very obvious. Pete had always been proud of her baked goods and a minute ago she thought she had prepared some very quality treats, but that standard had been shattered by what she had just tasted. Holding both cookies in her hands, her own felt so...lacking. It wasn’t as plump or as enticing, it seemed inert and small and the Cheffess’s cookie felt so vibrant and more realin comparison.
“Because it’s alive…” She said softly, and ate it.
It was just as good, if not moreso, and as she swallowed she could feel that warmth from the treat slide down into her and join the glimmering delight of that first cupcake. She knew that the glow would fade and disseminate along with the first, but never truly vanish.
Pete wanted to make cookies like that. She wanted to make meals, delights, brownies and cakes, pies and spreads, every conceivable treat, delectable or snack, all to the enchanting standards of Cosmagic. It felt like taking on a tremendous responsibility, helping others experience the joys of donating to a recipe. All while she played the most fundamental role.
The Cheffess.
Pete reached into the fridge under her station, quickly found what she was looking for, and poured herself a cool glass of milk. It felt like lighting up a cigarette after sex.
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Class ended as Evaline slotted the last batch of cookies into the oven. The student who had so thoroughly contributed to the curriculum had been rolled away into flat dough and sliced up into another several dozen cookies, but she was far from gone. Every student had been lucky enough to leave with a box of ten or so to enjoy on their own. Pete cradled her share like purloined treasure as she picked up her things and tidied up for the evening.
"Never thought it would get so intimate, did you?"
Pete whirled to address the voice as she left the classroom. Jessie had been hanging by the door and waved her down with an easy smile. Pete felt that warmth from her two cookies sparkle for a moment as she drank in her classmate’s grin.
“It’s...a lot.” Peter acknowledged. “I always said there was a sensual aspect to baking but...whoof.” She let out a breath. “Got me a little hot and bothered, and not just because Evaline is…”
“Evaline” Jessie finished. She fell into stride with Pete as the two exited the building side-by-side and trekked across the quad. “I wasn’t sure what to expect when I signed up for the class, but this is all so wild. Did you join because of the girls?” She inquired in a way that was less accusatory and more inquisitive. Like she was looking for someone that shared her motives.
“This might shock you, but I actually really like to cook.” Pete answered with a wry smile.
“You’re the complete package then.” Jessie leaned into Pete’s shoulder and she could feel her warmth through their thin clothes. It intermingled with hers and she felt the excitement of the kitchen flare up in her again. This girl certainly was direct, but the actual thrill of physical contact made her realize how pent up she really had been. The warmth of intimacy, the satisfaction of good cooking and the thrill of creation were all well and good, but she’d been ignoring the fact her time in class was making her very, very horny.
She brought up her arm and wrapped it around Jessie’s shoulders, her finger tracing slight circles on her collarbone.
“So...Peter.” Jessie mused. “Pete? Are you gonna stick with that?”
“Not sure.” The still recently-feminized girl admitted. Peter was still the name she’d been given, but it certainly didn’t fit anymore. On top of everything else that had happened to her, it felt like such a small thing, but a detail that needed to be addressed. “I’ve never lovedbeing a ‘Peter’ but I never really considered any alternatives. Maybe I could stick with a ‘P’?” She added playfully. “Penny? Peiper? Prudence?”
Jessie screwed up her face. “I think we can do better. How about….Ruby? I always liked Ruby.”
“There’s one. Maybe a flower like Rose...or Scarlett.”
“You’d need to change your hair.” Jessie teased at her classmates neck with her fingers, plucking at her short brown locks that closely resembled her own. “Ruby, Rose and Scarlett don’t really suit a brunette.”
“We’ll think of something.” the other girl cooed. “Even if it takes all night…”