The factory offered daily tours of their facilities. Denise Miller was a woman with short dark hair. She had wondered about this factory for a while and thought it would be worth checking it out. So she signed up for one of the tours. It was a pretty casual event, so she wore a pair of jean-shorts and a teal button-down blouse, the top few buttons open.
This tour group consisted of about 10 people, most of them women, only two of which she knew. One of them was a woman named Rachel Winters, whose hair was long and blonde. She had decided to tag along with her. Today, she wore a long pink one-piece dress and red heels. The other was Chrys Kent, a librarian with dark hair that went just past her neck. Denise wasn’t as close with her as she was Rachel, but they got along regardless. She wore a red sleeveless blouse and black pants.
Denise smiled at her friends. "Thanks for coming, guys."
"Sure thing. I love chocolate!" Rachel smiled before licking her lips. "I never say no to free samples."
"I must say, I have always been curious about this factory," replied Chrys.
The three of them chatted for a few moments until the door opened. In walked a Japanese woman with a cheekbone-length side-parted bob and ruby red lips. She wore a sky blue tour uniform, with a silver name tag that read "Noa." In her hands was a clipboard.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to Adamma Chocolates. My name is Noa Tanaka. It is a pleasure to meet you all today." She spoke with excellent English. "Before we begin, I need you all to sign this sheet." She held up the clip board and goes to them one by one.
When she got over to Denise's group, Rachel bowed as she said, "Kon'nichiwa. Watashi wa chokorēto ga daisuki desu." She smiled. "I have to say, I really love chocolates."
Noa smiled. "Thank you for your enthusiasm." She held out the clipboard. "Have you been with us before?"
"Nope," replied Rachel, "This is our first time." She takes the board and signed in.
"I thought this would be a nice outing for us. Who doesn't like chocolate, after all?" Denise giggled as she took the clipboard, adding her name as well.
"Well, one of my co-workers is allergic to chocolate. It makes him break out into hives." Chrys takes the clipboard next.
Noa takes the clipboard back with a smile. "Well, I hope none of you are allergic to chocolate, or peanuts for that matter. There is a sign on the door, but just to be sure, this facility processes peanuts."
Denise smiled. "Don't worry, we'll be fine."
"That's good." Noa moved onto a red-haired woman. Soon, she finished and moved to the far door. "Now that that’s taken care of, we can start the tour. If you please, right this way."
Noa handed the clip board to a Filipino woman wearing the same outfit as herself. She then opened the door and led the group through. On the other side was a hallway with white walls and a blue linoleum floor. Much of the wall space was taken up by the large windows, each one several feet wide.
On the other side of the windows, they could see machinery and workers. The workers all dressed in white and wore hairnets. Many of them had brown splotches on their sleeves and coats.
Denise licked her lips as she saw all the chocolates moving down a conveyor belt. "Mmm, those look tasty."
Noa started speaking as she walked slowly. "Adamma Chocolates was founded in 1913 in a small factory downtown. Over time, our founder developed new recipes and methods of production. He strived for high quality above all else. In 1950, we relocated to this much larger facility and upgraded to what was then the most state-of-the-art machinery. Naturally, we have replaced them over time. Today, we have three factories in just as many states and provide quality goods all over the country."
Noa held out her hand, gesturing to the window to her left. "Here are our lovely coconut chocolates. The coconut is prepared in advance. It is then cut into bite size discs and evenly placed over a layer of semi melted chocolate on a conveyor belt. As it goes along, it is coated with liquid chocolate."
On the other side of the window, small white disks, less than half an inch wide, rolled onto the belt in even lines, about 20 or 30 at a time. They were carried under a machine where dozens of nozzles sprayed them with liquid milk chocolate, covering every inch of them. The excess chocolate then dripped down through the metal conveyor belt, where it was collected by a runoff tray.
As the group moved along, they watched as another set of smaller nozzles drew dark chocolate lines on the top, making a crisscross pattern. They then slid off the conveyor belt and onto a slide, giving them time to cool as they move along.
A number of the guests were in awe of the process, including Rachel who pressed a hand against the glass.
Denise licked her lips as she watched the dark goodies slide down. She then turned and looked at Noa. "So when to we get to try them?" She smiled.
Noa giggled. She held onto a thought for a moment before speaking. "With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have been working overtime increase production to meet the high demand. Still, we do have some samples for everyone." She moved over to a small table against the wall and lifted the small cover on top of it. There were about ten chocolates that looked just like the ones they had just watched move down the line. "Now I must ask you to take only one each. It wouldn't do to fill up on the first stop." She stepped away to give them room.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Denise and her friends moved closer.
The trio each took some. Chrys took her time eating a piece while Rachel popped another in her mouth right way. Denise, on the other hand, took more than one, being addicted to chocolate.
A red-haired woman with freckles eyed Denise. She had a disapproving look on her face as she watched her eat more than suggested. She didn't end up eating a piece herself, so there ended up being a few pieces leftover.
Noa moved to the opposite window. "Here, we have rum chocolates. When melted, the chocolates are mixed with a small amount of rum. They are then poured into a mold."
The group gathered around the other window and watched the machine at work. Molds with rounded holes moved along a conveyor belt. They slid under a machine that filled each one with chocolate.
"Shortly after, they are dumped out into a collection tray, leaving a chocolate shell in the mold. The shell is thick enough that it can hold the center."
The conveyor belt flipped the molds upside-down, letting the chocolate drain out. Soon, they started moving again and went under another machine.
"Next they are filled with the rum in a gooey state, followed by another layer of chocolate to encapsulate the rum. The chocolate is then cooled before being removed from the mold." Noa stopped at another table. "I have free samples of them as well.”
"Ooo, I want one." Denise smiled and ran over to the table, grabbing one and popping it into her mouth. She savored the flavor in her mouth for a moment.
"No need to run. I see enough for everyone." Chrys picks up a lone piece and eats it. She moaned for a moment as it melted in her mouth.
Rachel ate one in two bites. She then acted tipsy and wobbled a bit, fake falling and catching herself on Denise's arm. "Oh, sorry." She giggled.
"Nice try, Ratchet, but we both know there isn't enough booze in one of these to get even get you buzzed." Denise giggled, calling Rachel by her petname. She eyed Nao for a moment before grabbing another rum chocolate.
Rachel slowly let go as the group moved on. They saw a few more machines and got a few more samples. Rachel practically loved the mint dark chocolates, taking a second one when she thought no one was looking.
"Here we have molds for larger pieces. Today, we are making one pound chocolate hearts." Noa pointed to workers filling plastic molds with chocolate before attaching a top half, locking the two sides together.
"The chocolate is quite hot when poured in. It is then slowly rotated slowly as it is allowed to cool, ensuring every inch of the mold is covered.”
The workers attached the molds to a large, cylindrical machine, which slowly rotated horizontally. Along the sides were slowly spinning clamps. The chocolate slid around, slowly coating the mold.
"The process takes a few hours, but we have enough to make a few hundred at once." Noa smiled. "I'm afraid these are much larger than the others, so we cannot give out samples. Still, there are smaller pieces to come.”
"Oh, that's too bad." Denise sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't get to try some of these. Granted, if she ate just one of them, she likely wouldn't be able to eat of the other goodies.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will get your fill before the end of this." Chrys giggled.
The three women followed Nao closely. As they walk past a free-standing shelf, the red-haired woman walks up looking at her phone. She bumped into the shelf and knocked over some open bottles from the top shelf. Some green liquid poured out, splashing onto Denise and to an extent Rachel and Chrys.
"Hey, watch it!" Denise shouted.
Rachel stomped her foot. "This is a $400 dress! It will have to be dry-cleaned right away!"
"And I really liked this top…" Chrys stroked her head. "It's in our hair too."
"I'm so sorry." The woman put her phone away. "I didn't mean to do that."
"Watch where you’re going," responded Denise.
Noa moved over to them. "Oh dear, we will have to get you cleaned up right away. Fortunately, we have both showers and laundry facilities here. If you would just follow me, we can get it out before it dries."
"It better be as good as new…" Rachel looked down at the green splotches on her pink dress. She then glared at the woman.
"Don't worry about it. We will take good care of you." Noa clasped her hands together. "Right this way. As for the rest of you, please wait here. I will be back shortly." She turned and walked down the hallway.
Denise followed, leading Rachel and Chrys behind her. They entered a side door, leaving the tour route.
Noa stopped when she found a Hawaiian woman wearing the same dress she was. "Kalani, there was an incident. I had to leave the tour in the hallway. You know I can't leave them alone for too long. So would you please take these women to section 8 and get them all clean? Their clothes need to be taken care of."
Kalani glanced over Noa's shoulder and looked at the three women for a moment. "Sure thing. I will take good care of them." She grinned.
"Thank you." Noa turned around. "I will have to leave you with Kalani. See you soon."
"Let's just get this over with. We’re wasting time." Rachel tugged at her dress.
"Right this way, ladies." Kalani giggled. She continued down the hallway, guiding the trio up a staircase and to a door with a large blue "8" painted on it. On the other side was a narrow hallway with linoleum floors. Along one wall was a line of cylindrical shower stalls with blue ties built into the wall. Opposite each stall was a door, a closet maybe. "Here we are. If you would be so kind as to strip I can take your clothes over to the cleaners. It's best to get that stuff out right away."
"Well, this is snug." Denise looked over at her friends and blushed. "Well there are only women here. Hmmm, better not." Denise entered one of the stalls and closed the door most of the way. She then started to slowly remove her clothes.
The glass door was opaque, but she could still see Rachel and Chrys walk by. They entered the neighboring stalls, closing the door most of the way before stripping as well.
Kalani walked by with a short wicker basket. She collected their clothing. "Thank you. Don't worry about these. They will be taken care of shortly." Once she took Denise's clothes, she closed the shower door with a click.
Denise looked around the small chamber. She could see a number of nozzles along the walls, with one on the ceiling and another near the drain between her legs. However, she didn't see a knob or a button. "Hey, how do I turn this on?"
"I'll get that for you." Shortly after, water sprayed from the nozzles along the wall.
Denise let out a yelp, Rachel and Chrys soon doing the same, as the water suddenly washed over them. "A little warning would have been nice..." Denise let out another sigh. She looked at the green liquid running down her nude body. "Might as well get started." She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get all the gunk out of it.
Rachel's voice came from the other stall. "Hey, where is the shampoo?"
"I don't see any in here," replied Chrys.
Denise opened her eyes. There were no bottles, no soap, not even a shelf for such things. "I guess they forgot to give us any."
"Can we get some shampoo in here?" There was a pause as Rachel spoke. "Are you there, Kala?"
"I think she left," replied Chrys. "Also, I'm not sure that was her name."
The shampoo didn't seem to matter anyway. Within moments, the green color faded from the water running down Denise's body. Soon, they were all nice and clean. However, that didn't last long. The water shut off on its own, likely on a timer. Then a brown liquid sprayed out from a sprinkler on the ceiling.
"What the hell!?" Denise shouted. She tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"What is this white stuff?" asked Chrys.
"White? I got some dark brown water. Hey, it's sticking to my skin." Rachel sounded panicked at first, but her tone shifted. "Hmm, it smells like chocolate…"
"I think you're right." Denise looked at her skin. Light brown splotches appeared on her skin across her body. They got larger and larger and Denise let out a moan. "Ohhh, this is starting to feel good."
"Same here."
"Ditto."
Denise started rubbing herself, stroking her skin. She leaned against the wall as it washed over her breasts. She couldn't help but let out a moan as it coated her nipples. It felt so arousing, she was starting to have trouble standing and almost had an orgasm.
Rachel moaned from the next stall. "Ahhh, this is the best shower I've ever had."
"I don't know what's happening, but I'm enjoying it a lot," called out Chrys.
The brown liquid slid down Denise's belly and into her crotch as she was almost fully coated it what seemed to be milk chocolate. Her juices leaked out and mixed with the liquid. When it finally covered her sex, she let out a large cry as she had a powerful orgasm.
Similar cries from the other stalls soon followed. "Oh god, that was good..."
"Yes, it was." After a moment, the shower stopped. Denise slowly got to her feet and looked over her brown body. Every inch of her was the milk brown shade. She couldn't even see a speck of her natural skin color. When she attempted to rub it off, nothing happened. She couldn't move any of it and it remained evenly spread. She wasn't even wet. "What’s going on?"
"I don't know," replied Chrys. "How do we get these doors open?"
As if on cue, the doors slid open. However, they didn't lead into the hallway as they once did. Instead, they led straight into another hallway. It seemed the doorways from the opposite wall had opened and additional walls had extended, blocking all other paths.
"Looks like we have to go this way." Denise stepped forward. "Maybe the next part will get this stuff off of us."
"I kind of like it. The taste of dark chocolate is in my mouth." Rachel moaned.
Chrys called over, "I hope we at least get something to cover up soon." It was getting harder to hear her.
Denise looked at her buff body. "Come to think of it, cleaning the clothes would have taken longer than the shower ever would. What are we going to do for clothes in the-ahhh!" The floor gave way as Denise walked on it, sending her down a chute.
Similar screams came for Rachel and Chrys as well. Denise soon landed in a small metal chamber. It was round, with one glass side currently covered from the other side. The floor was at an angle, leading to a hole in the middle about as wide as an arm. What's more, the chamber was warm, and as she tried to move around she left gooey chocolate foot prints.
The curtain covering the glass wall pulled away and Denise could see Noa and the rest of the tour group come into view.
Noa held out her hand, gesturing at Denise. "Here we have one our melting chambers. After the transmutation solution is applied and fully absorbed, the subjects are then guided into the chambers. There, the steam heats the chamber, causing the subject to melt."
Denise looked at them in shock. "What!?"
A busty blonde woman in a cherry red tube top raised her hand. "Is that painful?"
Noa smiled as she shook her head. "On the contrary, it's rather quite pleasant. During the transformation, the subject loses the ability to feel pain, while their ability to feel pleasure is augmented. Furthermore, their sensitivity to hot and cold is lowered. The chamber is roughly 100 degrees, but she should just be feeling warm and toasty. I know from personal experience just how enjoyable the process is. Normally, we would charge a fee, but we have waved that due to the accident before."
Denise covered herself with her arms. If she wasn't so brown, she would have sworn she was blushing. She had almost forgotten she was naked. "Who would pay for this?" Despite her words she was already turned on. As her feet slowly melted and drained into the hole, she let out a moan.
For a while, she held herself together. However, in time she couldn't hold back the building lust as she tried to avoid standing on the floor for too long. She stopped stepping in place and gave her breast a squeeze.
Her hands and arms were starting to stick to her chest as she rubbed herself. Her feet were gone, having morphed into a puddle. Slowly, she was getting shorter. Still, she couldn't keep her mind on her predicament as for every moment that passed, the temptation to touch herself grew stronger.
By the time she was down to her knees, she forgot about how many eyes were on her and with some struggle, moved her fingers into her womanhood. She started to play with herself, her chocolate juices leaking out. She couldn't be sure if it was her own juices or melted chocolate, but she didn't care at this point.
"Oh, this feels so good!" She squeezed her breast as she thrust deep inside of herself. Her crotch and womanhood heated up as she got closer to the body, her melted body parts draining down the pipe. "Ahhhhh!" She let out an orgasmic scream as her womanhood melted away. As much as she enjoyed being turned into chocolate, having her sex melted was more intoxicating.
With half her body and one hand gone, she started to notice what was happening to her lower body. She could feel herself slide down narrow pipes and forced out nozzles. She filled small cavities, but because she was so disoriented, she couldn't tell how big they were.
She could still feel herself moving and getting cool, the strong heat fading. After a while, the top opened up and she could see the light again. It was a bit confusing at first, as she could see the ceiling at slightly different angles all at once, as well as the giant man dressed in white holding the top half of a mold. What's more, she could still see darkness and the inside of the melting chamber.
She let out another cry of pleasure as her breasts melted, pressing against the curved floor of the chamber. It was confusing how she could see in two places at once.
It became even more confusing once she sat up. At the same time several chocolate women also sat up in perfect unison. She also seemed to be viewing them from different angles. Denise then looked around, as did the other women.
As the unison started to break down and her vision went all over the place, Denise realized what had happened to her. "I've been split." She, or they, got out of the mold, which was in the generic shape of a woman. Each of the chocolate women she could see was an exact copy of herself, and she could see out of their eyes.
After a moment, they were brushed out of the mold by the giant man. No, not giant, he was normal size. Each Denise was only a few inches tall. They were pushed into some kind of large metal box and left to move around on their own.
More and more sets of eyes started to open as more molds were opened. "How many of me did they make?"
"Denise, is that you?" Chrys' voice came from out of sight.
"Yes, it's me." One of the Denises spoke at first, but after no reply they all did. "Yes, it's me."
"What's going on?"
"They turned us into small chocolates. What's going to happen to us?" The box got darker as a man leaned over the side. At first, Denise thought more of her clones would be added again, but then he started picking them up two or three of them at a time and setting them into a white cardboard box. "Hey, put me, put us down!" Some of the Denises tries to escape his grasp, but kept bumping into each other.
With about eight Denises in the box, the man moved on. He started setting pure white Chryses into the box. Like with Denise, he stopped at eight.
Some of the Chryses ran over and hugged the Denises. "I'm so glad to see you."
The Denises returned the hug. "So am I."
"Any idea where they are taking us?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid to say it. What happened to Ratchet?"
As if on cue, three Rachels were set into the box. They were a darker shade of brown than Denise and were rubbing their bellies.
"Ratchet, are you okay?" A few of the Denises ran over as more Rachels were lowered into the box.
"Oh yes, I feel fine, better then fine. Or should I say we?" The Rachels giggled for a moment. "We’ve been kind of bubbly since they melted me, us down and stuffed us with mint."
Chrys looked at Rachel. "They force fed you mint?"
The Rachels shook their heads. "Well, I wouldn't say that. It wasn't our mouths anyway." Something green had leaked from between their legs. "Oh, I love mint dark chocolate."
"Get a hold of yourself, Rachel." A Chrys grabbed a Rachel's shoulders and shook her."
Suddenly, the box stopped as it was set down. "Here they are," stated a voice from above, likely the worker who carried them.
Noa's voice came next. "Thank you." She paused for a moment. "Here, we have the finished cocoa girls. Each one weighs roughly 6.5 ounces."
The blonde woman spoke as she looked into the box. "They look so lifelike, and so tasty too. How many are there?" She reached in and grabbed a Denise, lifting her up.
Denise found her arms pinned to her side, but she kicked her legs in vain. "Hey, let me go."
Seemly oblivious to Denise's objections, Noa kept talking. "Ms. Miller here is being processed and will make approximately 350 units." She then grabbed a Rachel and showed her to the group. "Ms. Winters, on the other hand, was a bit smaller, so we had to stretch her a bit farther by giving her a mint center in order to get the same number."
"And I love that filling." Rachel giggled.
"Ratchet!" Denise looked over at her rich chocolate friend.
A man looked at the miniature women. "Can we really eat them?"
Denise panicked when she heard the question.
"Certainly." Noa smiled. "It's perfectly safe. They are pure chocolate now, with some mint added to a third of them." She then blushed. "It's also harmless to them if a few of them get eaten. In fact, it feels really good."
"You talk like that’s happened to you before." The blonde looked at Noa for a moment before licking Denise's feet, prompting her to moan.
"Oh yes. All the Adamma tour guides had to go through the process of being melted down and eaten before we could start." Noa turned a darker shade of red. "Some of my coworkers still talk about taking a bite out of me."
With that, it didn't take much longer for the most of the remaining group to gather around the box and start picking up the chocolate women.
Denise moaned as an older gentlemen started licking her breasts. Slowly, he teased her as her nipples melted off, her melons becoming smooth orbs.
Rachel moaned as she was handed over to a woman who bit off her legs before sucking on her crotch. "She is getting my mint filling." She presses her little hands against the woman's lips.
One woman grabbed both a Denise and a Chrys, forcing them into a sixty nine before licking them. The two moaned as she slowly melted their bodies with her tongue.
As the box started to empty, the remaining copies slowed down and moaned. They could feel everything that was happening to their counterparts and they enjoyed it.
A Denise sat down, leaning against the wall of the box. A Rachel then moved on top of her, straddling her. "Oh Denise, I'm so horny right now. I just can't help myself." She leaned down and kissed her chocolate lips.
Denise returned the kiss, too aroused to stop it. She rubbed her dark chocolate friend and caught a glimpse of two other Rachels making out with each other.
Back in the holding area, the several dozen Denises became horny as well. Some started to stroke themselves while others took a leaf from Rachel and made out with another clone. Slowly, they thrust against each other.
What was happening to her friends went out of focus as one of her clones was sucked on. Her sex was melted in the mouth of she didn't care who and she cried out, cumming as the tongue teased her. As she relaxed, her waist was bitten off, but she barely noticed. Instead, she moaned as she was chewed.
Without the ability to feel pain, being ground up and slowly swallowed felt rather good. It was rather blissful.
A Denise was mixed with Chrys as the two were eaten together, their bodies melting and slowly becoming one. It was hard to move like that, made even harder by the fact their limbs have been bitten off.
After a few minutes, the group finished eating Denise and the others, leaving the leftovers in the box. The blonde woman then walked over to Noa. "So you said you can restore people after doing this to them?" She blushed.
Noa smiled at the woman. "Yes, that's right."
"Well, I was wondering if you could turn me into chocolate. I wanted… to try it."
"Oh yes. We can certainly work something out." Noa let out a small giggle. "Kalani, would you please take her to section 8?"
Kalani's voice came from out of view, but Denise vaguely recalled seeing her when someone was eating one of her other chocolatey bodies. "Sure thing. If anyone else would like to try being chocolate, follow me."
"Sure thing." The blonde woman giggled and walked away. It sounded as if a few others walked away as well.
***
Denise wasn't sure how long she was in like that. The tour group had moved on and they stopped making new copies of her and others. A few of herself, Rachel, and Chrys were left in the sample box with a cover on.
Most of her pieces were in the holding area. They had finished the orgy and for the most part gotten over the post-orgasm bliss. Some of them were leaning against each other while others walked around.
Then suddenly, a wall opened up. The floor slanted and they fell onto a conveyor belt. "Oh, now what's happening?" Denise spoke to the others in the dark box.
"I don't know, but I'm moving again. Are you guys on a conveyor belt too?" asked Rachel.
"I am," responded Chrys.
"So am I. Are we done with this?" Denise looked around as she roamed. A worker reached down and grabbed a Denise. "What are you doing?"
The worker pinned Denise's arms to her side. He then set her in a strange machine. It quickly wrapped a pink ribbon around her breasts and crotch. Soon, her arms were pinned to her side and a bow was tied on her chest.
"What are doing to me!?" Denise shouted as she struggled in vain. She was then placed on another belt where she was carried away.
The workers grabbed more Denises, pinning their arms to their sides before setting them between the U-shaped gaps of the machine. Ribbons were once again wrapped around them and they were carried away by the belt.
"Well, this is different. I thought they were going to eat us." Rachel came into view, followed soon by Chrys. Both were bound with pink ribbon and laying on the conveyor belt.
"Ratchet, Chrys! We’ve got to get out of here!" Denise shouted.
Some of the Chryses flop around. "When they dumped us out, I had hoped they were going to melt us down and return us to full size. No such luck. it seems."
"I think they are going to sell us. This is a chocolate factory, after all." As soon as Rachel finished talking, she was picked up again and set inside of a plastic pink box.
"This isn't what I signed up for!" Another woman rolled around on the belt. She was milk brown and bound in pink ribbon as well. Denise soon recognized her as the busty blonde from the tour.
"I see they got you too." Denise looked over the woman. "Are you milk chocolate too?" A Denise was picked up and set into the pink box next to Rachel. It was molded with short plastic walls to hold them in place.
"Yes, I think so. Being stuffed with caramel was fun and all, and I came a few times when that woman ate one of me, but what are they doing now?" The woman kicked her feet as the worker picked her up, setting her next to Denise.
"Looks like we’re going to be shipped out together," Chrys called out as they set her in the box as well.
"Is it weird I'm turned a little turned on right now?" asked a woman who looked to be dark chocolate. She had also been in the group. Soon, she too was placed in the box with care.
"Oh Jenny, you have always been a little weird," responded the caramel stuffed woman with a soft giggle.
With the five women in position, the box was closed, a top half placed down on top of it. Some of the other Denises saw it being placed in another machine to plastic wrap it.
One of the new women panicked. "Oh no, I can't breathe!"
"I haven't been able to breathe for the past hour. You will be fine," responded Chrys.
Slowly, the chocolate women were wrapped, packed, and shipped out. They felt themselves being moved and placed in a larger box, most likely for shipping.
"Looks like we better get used to each other girls." Rachel giggled. "We won't be seeing anyone else for a while." She rubbed against Denise in the gap between walls.
"I guess not."
Slowly, their visions faded as they were all packed away in the darkness.
Epilogue
It was most likely a few days later when Denise was jolted away. She felt the box being picked up. They become vertical for once.
The first thing they heard was a male voice. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Elnora."
"Oh, Henry, you're so sweet," replied a female voice. The box jolted as it was taken and the sound of plastic wrap being pulled off followed. Suddenly, light flooded in as the lid was pulled off. A woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties gasped. "Cocoa girls, my favorite! Henry, you know me so well." She gave the man, also in his mid-twenties, a kiss.
The two hugged for a moment, the man sliding his hand slowly down the woman's back, as they kissed. They pulled away only once the kiss was broken. "What can I say, I aim to please." He stroked her side.
"Oh, you will be getting plenty of chances for that tonight." The woman, Elnora, giggled.
"I look forward to it," replied Henry. He gave her another kiss.
"Well at least we won't be alone for Valentine’s Day this year." Rachel giggled as she looked up.
"Oh shut up," bluntly replied Stacy, the caramel stuffed woman.
THE END