Cosmagic Kitchen
By Ordos Tsceri

The cameras open up on a crowd, panning over a hundred or so filled seats in a small auditorium with stadium-seats surrounding a dark stage.  The audience was dressed casually, and most were idly talking to their neighbors when the lights flashed on and illuminated the center stage.

Two women walked up the stage.  One had curly red hair that hung around her shoulders, full lips, and an impressive C-cup chest.  The other woman was brunette with more modest features, but both wore energetic smiles and moved with confident purpose.  The redhead wore a simple green blouse with a low cut that showed off her cleavage, a pair of hip-hugging tight jeans, and elegant designer high-heels.  Her counterpart was in a black buttoned blouse with short sleeves and similar jeans.  

"Good afternoon, ladies, gentlemen, and our audience at home," the brunette spoke, nodding to one of the cameras on the last words, "and welcome to a very special Cosmagic demonstration!"

"My name is Vanessa Delore and this is my lovely co-hostesses Kelly Anders," the red head said, her sultry voice matching her appearance flawlessly, "and today we're performing a demonstration of our new Cosmagic Kitchen line of products!"

This elicited an applause from the audience, although it seemed likely it hailed from Vanessa's enthusiasm more than anything concrete.

"We're very excited, as both of us have contributed to the development of many of these devices," Kelly said, gesturing to the counters and machines they shared the stage with.  About a dozen stainless steel or chrome contraptions and counters surrounded the two, some complex and enigmatic looking, others simple ovens and usually kitchen miscellanea.  

"I'm sure all of you are familiar with Cosmagic," Vanessa said as she and Kelly began walking towards one of the devices, "but just in case, Cosmagic Ventures is the largest magi-tech company in the field of transformations and alterations, of any type.  Our most popular services are cosmetic enhancement, body modification, and conversions to sensual objects but we've been busy branching out, and this year we're prepared to offer a host of new devices and procedures to the public."

"As is usual, all transformations are permanent if not otherwise stated, so be sure to exercise caution and don't touch anything while the machines are running," Kelly said as she and Vanessa arrived at one machine at the center of the stage.  

The device was fairly large.  A steel cone, two and a half feet in diameter at its mouth, funneled into bend tube about a foot wide, which in turn lead to a horizontal cylinder that made up most of the machine.   The whole thing was on a sturdy metal table, keeping the machine at a convenient waist-height .

"You might be wondering what exactly Cosmagic Kitchen products are supposed to do.  They are all designed to create the most wonderful, astounding, delectable dining experience possible.  For everyone involved.  The best desserts you will ever taste come courtesy of our unique, patented technologies.  Our magical formulae will produce world-class confections and treats every time, and careful attention has been paid to making the act of making these delicacies just as enjoyable as actually consuming them!"

The crowd cheered as Vanessa opened a compartment on the machine's large cylinder and fetched a bowl full of strawberries from the nearby table, "this beauty here is a personal favorite of mine; the Cosmagic Ice Cream Churn.  The machine produces the absolute best ice cream you have ever tasted, and you can get it to make any flavor you want.  I've decided to show off with strawberry ice cream," she said, pouring the berries in her bowl into the churn, "but you can replace it with almost any flavor.  Just attach a hose to the nozzle on the far side to clean out the whole thing between flavors."

Kelly smiled as she addressed the audience, "A smaller version of this device will be released shortly for home use, but this model here is perfect for restaurants and caterers, easily capable of producing enough in one go to pamper even a crowd this size."

Vanessa strutted alongside the machine's upward pointing cone, running her hand over its shining steel lip and smiling guiltily.  She brought the hand down to the bottom buttons on her blouse and addressed the audience, "now, most everyone here knows that normal ice cream is made by mixing milk cream with sugar, flavoring, and cooling the resulting product as it's churned."  As she spoke she deftly unbuttoned her blouse, one by one, until the last one was unfastened and her bountiful breasts bounced free.  Vanessa wasn't wearing a bra, and the audience's gasp only deepened her smile.  

"But at Cosmagic, we like to do things our own way, and it usually turns out great," she all but purred, wriggling her hips out her skirt and allowing it to fall to the ground, right next to her top.  She licked her lips before speaking again, "we like to add our own ingredient to the mix, and this time, that ingredient is me."

Kelly offered her a hand and Vanessa used it as leverage, sliding herself up into the cylinder, parking her but on its rim and sliding down, bringing her feet near so that she could take off her heals.  

"The Cosmagic Kitchen line is all about turning sweet, delicious volunteers into sweet, delicious confections," Kelly cooed, "it's a great way to get closer to your loved ones, a delectable new type of intimacy, and simply the best dining experience you'll ever have.  We've found Cosmagic-catered team building exercises make perfect get-togethers, and are an excellent way to build camaraderie over a pleasant experience, to say nothing of impressing business partners and visiting guests."

A quick pan to the audience showed shocked faces.  Many looked around, as though wondering whether or not the entire studio was just some hoax.  Quite a few were shaking their heads in cynical disbelief.

"I've put a lot of effort into designing this machine," Vanessa said, readjusting herself so that she was crouched on her tows inside the cylinder, everything above her naked ass and crotch over the steel lips, "and I'm absolutely delighted to prove how effective it is.  Would you be so kind, Kelly?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at her co-hostess.

"It would be my pleasure," Kelly returned, hitting a switch on the churn.  It hummed to life, vibrating slightly.  Vanessa giggled, bracing herself in her funnel.  

"Heh heh, oh, my feet were always ticklish.  This churn is… ooh," she maoned, interrupting herself as she sunk, ever so slightly, into the machine.  "Oh, sorry about that.  This feels intense.  The churn takes a while to work, but in about a half hour or so I'll be a delicious serving of strawberry ice cream.  This feature… hmmm… this feature gives your special ingredient plenty of time to enjoy the process, and lets you converse with him or her at your leisure.  At our in-development café back at Cosmagic labs we started a tradition of sharing a dinner with our volunteer, getting to know her before we had her for dessert.  It was always so much fun," Vanessa breathed a sigh of mixed pleasure and happy memories as she slowly sank.

"We decided to show it off, which is why our lovely Vanessa here has decided to show off the ice cream process while she hosts this program with me.  Over the course of our demonstration here Vanessa will be processes into ice cream, the first of her you can see emerging from the churn here," Kelly took a step to the right of the machine and gestured to a port on the far side of Vanessa.  From the dark recess a stream of bright pink ice cream was slowly creeping out onto the chilled table's surface, ready to be gathered a five gallon drum already lined up for it.  "By the end of our program she'll be fully transformed, and we'll be serving Vanessa Ice Cream to everyone in the audience who'd like a sample."

"Ooo… it's already done my feet," Kelly said, standing up on the table.  The rim came up to her shins.  "The churn magically processes the special ingredient, chilling me and mixing me with the cream and flavoring.  The experience is hard to describe, but I can feel the part of me that's already ice cream.  I can kind of taste me, too," she giggled again.  A hand drifted towards her pussy but stopped, "Ooo.. heh heh, I'm going to try to keep this professional, but no promises."

"Oh, don't mind us," Kelly smirked at her co-hostess, "ice cream's allowed to have some fun after all."

"Yes, but I'm going to be professional ice cream," Vanessa teased, "and that means I hold myself to higher standards in the ice-cream making process..."

Kelly smiled wryly at her co-hostess who, after a moment, giggled and conceded, "well, for a bit anyway!"

Kelly laughed, but few in the audience echoed her mirth.  

Vanessa spoke up again, "now, there are many advantages to ice cream made from lovely ladies, such as myself.  I'll be much more nutritious than usual ice cream, so feel free to have some of me if you're on a diet.  If you get any fat from me, I can assure you it'll be in all the right places," she jiggled her own impressive breasts for emphasis.

"We've worked out any chance of a carry-over change from our product, but there is a small amount of transfer.  Vanessa here wasn't quite as busty before she began sampling the products of her work in Cosmagic, and I understand some guys have been happier with their bedroom performance after a few happy samples of our other tests," Kelly replied, leaning against the ice cream churn.  "Of course, there's more to this line than just ice cream…"

"That's right!  For the next part of our little display, we'd like a volunteer from the audience," Vanessa said, fidgeting until she faced the audience above her thighs, which were gradually sinking beneath the chrome rim of the ice-cream churner.

The camera panned to the audience, most of whom were looking around themselves.  Many looked appalled or shocked, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.  Others, while anxious, wore expressions of curiosity, sitting tentatively in their seats, wondering if one of their neighbors would actually walk up onto that stage.  Still more watched attentively, not daring to take their eyes on the diminishing co-hostess, perhaps in fascination, perhaps in morbid curiosity.  Tellingly, the camera sweep found not a single empty chair.

After an instant, a woman in the second row stood up.  She smiled nervously as she approached, walking to the isle and then down the few steps to the central stage to the cheers of the audience around her.  She was wearing a simple red blouse and tight loose khaki shorts, with her short auburn hair tied into a small bun behind her head.  Her face was cutely freckled, giving her a sweet look that complimented her average bust and figure beautifully.  

"Would you like a taste of Vanessa?" Kelly asked the woman as she stepped onto the stage.

"Um… is she okay with that?"

Both hostesses laughed, "Of course I'm okay with it, sweety.  I'm not turning myself into ice cream to not be enjoyed!  Come one, have a taste!"  Vanessa encouraged from the churn.  

"Oh, what's your name?" Kelly asked as they approached the end of the machine, which had filled half a drum with strawberry Vanessa.

"I'm Emily,  Emily Smithee," she said, "should… should I use a spoon?" she asked looking at the slowly emerging stream of ice cream.

"Nah, just use your finger.  Cosmagic Kitchen products are both resistant to melting and almost impossible to contaminate.  Well, resistant to melting outside of your mouth, that is."  Kelly playfully slapped Vanessa's ass and the two shared a chuckle.

Tentatively, Emily reached out with her index finger and dipped it in the moving stream of Vanessa, pulling it back with a few ounces of frozen strawberry ice cream.

Vanessa giggled again, "that was neat.  You feel really warm."

"You can still feel all of this?" Emily asked, wide-eyed, holding her finger before her face uncertainly.

"Of course!  Now go on, don't you want to see what I taste like?  I'm anxious to hear my first review," Vanessa cooed.

Tentatively at first, Emily moved the finger-full of Vanessa to her lips.  She hesitated for an instant towards the end before wrapping her lips around her index finger in a quick gulp.  She lit immediately.  At the same time Vanessa closed her eyes and let out a short, happy pant.

"Wow!  You're really tasty!" she said, "I mean… I can't think of a richer strawberry ice cream.  This is, like, the best I've had in my life."

"Aww, thanks," Vanessa replied.  She smiled lasciviously before continuing, "you felt great too."

Emily was taken aback by the comment, and flustering tried to reply "Um… thanks?  I…"

"Of course," Kelly interjected, "the Ice Cream Churn is just one of our products.  And while it's best suited for larger ventures, I'd like to show off a much more manageable product, suitable for personal and family use."

She walked over to a nearby counter, a simple chrome-topped affair with a sink and empty top-space, and pulled out a large punch-bowl and a small bag, about the size of a packet of cocoa mix.

"This is a much more manageable product.  It's concentrated chocolate essence, imbued with some raw magic, a few choice spells, and distilled into a fine powder."  She tore open a corner of the bag and poured its contents into the clear glass bowl.  

"We actually had to dehydrate to get it stabilized in the lab.  Happily, we just add water…" she turned the faucet over the bowl and turned then knob on, letting a jet of clear water rush into the bowl, "and we get the darkest chocolate known to humanity!"

"Oh, wow, I can smell it from here!" Emily exclaimed from by Vanessa's side.

"Isn't it heavenly?" Vanessa said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, finally letting one of her hands tickle her vaginal lips as they approached the churn.  

"Just add water and it's good as can be.  This is Cosmagic Chocolate Coating, soon to be available in individual bags wherever fine ingredients are sold," Kelly explained, mixing the stuff with a large wooden spoon she'd pulled from the counter.  

"Can I have a taste?" Emily asked, approaching the bowl.  Its contents seemed to resemble a heavy pudding, thick and rich just slightly fluid.

"Of course!  Just let me…"

Before Kelly could finish her thought, Emily placed her right index finger into mixture.

"Oh…"

Vanessa laughed from her perch feeding into the ice cream churn.

Emily pulled her hand up, looking a bit embarrassed.  Some of the chocolate substance dripped off, leaving her finger looking exactly like it was, only in the rich dark brown of the bowl of chocolate she'd just submerged it in.  The hostesses were silent for a second, Kelly trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile, Vanessa softly giggling.

"Um… I can't move my finger," Emily said, bringing up her curved chocolate digit up before her eyes.

"Well that makes sense.  Chocolate can't move.  It's rather solid, after all." Kelly teased.  She leaned in close to the bewildered girl and brought her lips to the finger.  The motion was half kiss, half lick, and it made Kelly gasp in pleasure.  Kelly took a step back, "mmm, you're good.  The wonderful thing about Cosmagic Kitchen products, or at least one of the wonderful things, is that the special extra ingredient always adds his or her own unique flavor to the mix.  Emily here is decadently sweet, but even the most bitter people can add that wonderful something extra to a piece."

While Kelly gave her saleswoman's speech Emily was looking at her choclified finger with awe.  "It feels so… amazing…" She stared at the finger, the very tip ever so slightly smudged by Kelly's warm attention.  

"Well of course," Vanessa cooed from the ice cream churn, "we make sure all our confections are as delightful to eat as they are to be."

It seemed as though Emily wasn't listening, but still focused on her finger.  As though entranced, she brought the digit up to her own lips.  There was something very obviously sexual to the way she closed her eyes and sucked her finger.  She seemed lost in the sensations of her tongue on herself, until suddenly her eyes snapped open and a scarlet blush colored her cheeks.  She withdrew her hand for the hostesses and audience to see the smooth stump on her left hand, where her finger used to be.

The audience greeted the revelation with mixed chuckles and gasps, but Vanessa and Kelly seemed nonplussed.  "Trouble with all sweets, really.  You enjoy them until they're all gone, but that's what they're for." Vanessa giggled.

"So… I… I can't get the finger back, can I?"  

Kelly shrugged, "We can't do it here, but I know other departments can regrow it for you if you like.  Of course… we still have the mix here, if you'd like another taste."  She gestured towards the bowl, with the brush leaning against its side, the dark liquid chocolate glistening under the stage lights.

"Oh… well, I suppose I always could, couldn't I?  It's the same magic after all… let's do some more."   Emily said, grinning nervously but earnestly.

"Oo, adventurous, aren't we?" Kelly cooed, picking up the bowl with care and approaching the volunteer.  "So, what would you like to do next?  Maybe share a little something with your adoring public?"

Emily looked at the crowd, and the audience cheered.  She blushed, but her smile broadened.  "Sure!" she chirped and began to unbutton her blouse.  Missing a finger she stumbled on the motions, eliciting a couple chuckles from the crowd, but she had the garment off and lying on the floor in seconds, leaving her nude above the waist save for her simple white bra.  "Do my arms," she said, holding them out.  

"Very nice choice!" Kelly replied, pulling the brush out and sliding it over the volunteer's forearms.  The rich darkness clung to Emily's form, draping and clinging to her slender biceps.  Where the chocolate touched Emily stopped moving, but she kept flexing her fingers and wrists even as the coat atop her shoulders and upper-arms hardened.  

"This feels so… kinky.  I mean, it's really weird, but it feels so fun too.  And, well… I'm so anxious to feel them… you know, nibbled on…" she said sheepishly, obviously enjoying the experience and attention.  

"I think she's getting the hang of it!" the naked Vanessa said, down past her navel in the ice cream machine.  Both her hands were playing with her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples as she watched her co-hostess work.

With a startling efficiency of movement Kelly finished painting the woman's arms in the transformative chocolate.  Emily stared at her outstretched chocolate arms.  "So… what now?" she asked, leaning forward her head just a bit, likely trying to judge if they were close enough for her to lick.  

"We'll manage," Kelly chirped, putting down the bowl on the counter.  She approached Emily, who was staring at her chocolate arms with mixed fascination and hunger.  They remained motionless as she shifted her weight and adjusted her still normal body.  Kelly approached Emily and placed her hands around the girl's chocolate shoulder and, with a deft twist, snapped the chocolate arm off the girl.  

"Oh!" Emily yelped, hopping a bit as her right arm came cleanly off, leaving no mark to even suggest its existence on the smooth curve of her clavicle.  "Oh, my, I can still feel that!" she said, not even an ounce of worry or injury in her voice.  

"Well of course you can," Kelly replied as she placed the arm down on the silver chrome counter-top.   "Now, hold still for a second," she continued just before she snapped Emily's other chocolate arm off.  She took this one to the counter too, but dropped it from a foot's height and watched it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces.  

Emily gasped at the sensation, wobbling on her feet.  She struggled to maintain balance without arms and quickly approached the table, all but skipping in excitement.  

Kelly picked up a piece and slowly slipped it between her lips as Emily watched.  The woman shuddered as Kelly sensually devoured the piece, letting it melt beneath the heat of her mouth and attentions of her tongue before allowing it to dribble down her throat.  

"I want a piece!  It's only fair, since she got a taste of me," Vanessa said, still playing with her breasts as her stomach sunk into the machine.  Kelly wasted no time picking up another shard and placing it her co-host's mouth, eliciting another sensual moan from their volunteer.

"Oh, wow she's tasty." Vanessa said after finishing her piece.  Her face lit up and she continued, " You know, she'd go really good on some strawberry ice cream…"

"We'd probably need a bit more to do that-"

"Then let's make more!" Emily interrupted, kicking off her shoes and skipping back towards the bowl on its counter.

"This is so great!  We'll sprinkle you all over me and we'll mix and mingle taste so divine together!  It's like we'll be sisters!"  Vanessa giggled, clearly enjoying the idea of being served with the volunteer.  

Emily was giggling and fidgeting awkwardly with her new balance as Kelly approached.  The hostess was already unbuttoning the woman's jeans when she asked "just how much are you willing to donate for your adoring fans?"

Emily's denim pants fell to the floor and she deftly picked herself over them, her simple white panties stained by the moistness of her crotch.  She bit her lip, smiling nervously.  "Well… I'd need to pay for two new arms already… let's just skip all that hassle and do the whole thing!"  

A portion of the crowd cheered the girl's decision.  Others gasped in shock.  Vanessa moaned from the churn, "oh, this will be SO much fun!"  

"This just feels so right," Emily said as Kelly helped the armless brunette out of her panties, sliding them down her graceful legs and then flinging them onto the pile with her shoes and jeans.  "I mean, I never thought about doing anything like this before, well, at least not seriously I mean, but now…" she giggled, "I just can't imagine not doing it!"

Kelly undid Emily's bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving the bouncing brunette completely nude.  Her nipples were erect and everyone in the audience could see the wetness glisten on her shaved pussy.  "Um… before we do it… could I get one more taste of me?"

"Sure thing, sweety," Kelly replied, snapping off a finger from her still-solid arm on the counter and carried it over to the anxious Emily, cradling the chocolate mix carefully in her left arm.  She slipped the finger (evidently Emily's other index finger) into her waiting mouth.  Emily pulled the whole thing and closed her eyes in rapture, moaning as she slowly devoured her choclaty digit, relishing the feeling of eating such decadence and feeling her own body melt into raw pleasure onto her tongue.  

Kelly wasted no time.  With her right hand she grabbed the brush in the bowl and began applying the hauntingly dark chocolate to Emily's body.  She started with the legs, held close together like a posed roman statue, and applied a coating.  Emily didn't seem to react as her feet became frozen and her causal weight-shifting stopped.  She wriggled her hips as Kelly painted them, quickly coating the slender, firm lines of her thighs with solid chocolate, which itself quickly transformed the woman into a desert.  She framed Emily's pussy in a ring of abyssal chocolate, a sliver of pale flesh and pink lips against the deep darkness of her new form, before delivering a single decisive brush that froze her womanhood into delicious statuary forever.

Emily moaned in obvious pleasure as Kelly happily continued with her painting.  A few strokes and her hips were chocolate.  Then her naval.  She moved behind the rooted girl and gave her ass another coating, catching the few glaring strips of pale flesh that remained.  With an elegant glide and three efficient strokes Kelly covered Emily' back and shoulders with the stuff, and with great care she draped the dripping brush over the perky orbs of the woman's breasts.

Emily had finished her piece of herself and looked down, marveling at her dark shiny body.  She stared with raw lust and amazement at her frozen breasts, her exquisite form frozen in delectable goodness.  "If I still had a pussy, I'd have come so hard just now," she said without thinking.

"Oh, tell me about it!" Vanessa cheered, fingering her tits with elevated arms, as most everything below her breasts had vanished into the churn.  A prodigious amount of thick pink strawberry ice cream had filled the cold plate, some spilling over to five gallon jugs stationed by the churn.

"Let's have another round of applause for our gracious volunteer and your delectable snack, Emily!"  The  crowd applauded, louder than before, and Emily's head, the only part of her still normal, looked around at her audience.  She blew them a kiss without moving her chocolate body or neck.  Kelly planted a light kiss on Emily's lips before covering the girl's face with a single movement of the brush.  She expended the last of the bowl on the girl's short brown hair and took a step back, displaying her masterpiece.

Emily stood like an armless nude statue, visibly aroused in every detail, from the perkiness of her nipples, the slope of her hips, the inviting curve of her torso, and her kissing, lustful lips.  Every inch glistened with the rich darkness of pure, decadent chocolate.  She didn't move, which lent a haunting beauty to her luscious form.

"Now, we're running out of time for this little program, and we have so many more things we'd like to show you.  I'm afraid we'll only have time for one more demonstration, so we'll need some help from the audience to decide what nifty Cosmagic gadget to show off."

The crowd became animated.  People looked at each other nervously, men and women clutched themselves in excitement, and quite a few seemed almost alarmed at the prospect of setting foot on the stage.  After a few seconds Kelly walked forward to an Asian woman in the front row who was bashfully biting her lip and looking downward, avoiding eye contract with the hostess.  "How about you?  What's your name, my good lady?" Kelly asked, gently placing her hand on the girl's arm.

"Um… I'm Kamiko," she said, the microphone Kelly wore only barely picking up her voice.  

"Well, Kamiko, why don't you come up here and help us decide how we're going to close our little show?"  With a gentle tug the shy Asian woman followed Kelly onto the stage, blushing bashfully as she did.  Kamiko was certainly good looking, likely fresh out of high school with shoulder-length black hair.  Her face was certainly pretty, although she might have been described more accurately as cute, with large brown eyes and freckles along the bridge of her small nose.  Her figure was lean and lithe, but she managed to sport fairly nice breasts beneath her simple t-shirt.  Aside from her simple grey shirt, she wore a short skirt and a pair of sandals.

"Well… I…" the shy girl looked around the audience had their eyes on her.  Many were smiling approval and support, others looked at her with naked fascination and anticipation.  "I'd be happy to help, I guess…" she finished, her confidence waking and waning within the statement.  

"That's what we like to hear.  Let's give our brave volunteer a round of applause!"  Kelly clapped her hands, and the crowd followed suit. Kamiko blushed, but also smiled at the crowd's attention.

"Now, we have a lot of different products we could try out.  So, let's try this… think of a desert.  Your favorite treat, the desert you'd beg your parents for as a little girl.  What would that be?"

Kamiko liked her lips, "I… always remembered, for special occasions… oh, it's silly," she said, looking down at her sandals.

"Aww, come un, please tell us," Vanessa cooed, everything beneath her boobs and shoulders converted to ice-cream behind her.  She was leaning back in the machine, trying to extend the duration of her head and tits as long as she could as she eagerly watched Kamiko and Kelly.

"Cupcakes," Kamiko said, smiling shyly, "I always loved it when friends made cupcakes for special events.  We never made them, at my house, you see, and they were such rare, beautiful, special treats… aw, but now I'm just being silly…"

"Not at all!  Not at all!" Kelly cheered, again gently placing her hand on the girl's arm.  "Cosmagic Kitchen has made dozens of devices, including one very special piece for exactly this sort of craving."

"Really?  You have a cupcake machine?" Kamiko asked, following Kelly as she walked across the display kitchen stage.  She looked around at the various chrome counters and eccentric devices "you  have a lot machines here," she said, visibly unsure of how to handle herself with so many people watching her.  

"Yup.  We have the entire line here today, but it's a crying shame we'll only be able to demo a few pieces.  Things like the Candy Top, a variation of the popular conversion suit that's great for party favors, and over there's the Cookie Press.  It's a blast, but it's best suited for small businesses and restaurants, just like the Cosmagic Cupcake Mixer here."

She showed the cute girl a machine near the Ice Cream Churn, mostly a large, clear, plastic cylinder obfuscated by more opaque material towards the top.  It was attached to a chrome colored device by a couple of tubes, one near the top of the cylinder and one by the bottom.  The rest of the device seemed to be mostly an oven with a conveyor belt leading outward.

"This wonderful machine can make cupcakes by the dozen, all guaranteed to be fresh, utterly delectable, and supremely beautiful," Kelly explained, gesturing to the machine with obvious pride.

"Ooh, can you program what they look like?" Kamiko asked, taking a step toward the machine and touching the cylinder with her hand.

"Not really," Kelly shrugged, "we toyed with making the end design programmable, but we found that the process has a happy technique all its own.  The design of the cupcakes, their flavor, their composition, their decoration and such, is entirely dependent on the lucky special ingredient."

"Wow," Kamiko said, still exploring the cylinder.  

"Would you like a demonstration?" Vanessa asked, her arms having sunk into the churn.  Only her head and the upper bits of her breasts remained.  Having lost her arms, she seemed to be licking her lips almost constantly as she watched her co-hostesses.  

"Oh, yes, that would be lovely."  Kamiko replied, nodding her head enthusiastically.  

"Excellent!  Would you mind kicking off your shoes?  We don't want to scuff the inside of the machine," Kelly said, swinging open a portion of the chamber just tall enough for a person to walk through.

"Oh, of course," Kamiko said, unfastening her sandals.  "All these machines are so neat.  I never even heard of this company until a cousin of mine had herself turned into a dozen vibrators.  She even mailed me one!"

Kelly helped the girl take off her sandals, and while Kamiko absently babbled she moved up and began pulling down Kamiko's skirt.  "We get that a lot," Kelly admitted without pausing, "we've always had some trouble getting our name out there, which is actually one of the big reasons we're doing this show.  I trust you enjoyed your cousin-vibrator, though?"

Kamiko giggled, wriggling out of her skirt, "Oh, she was… very passionate, really.  I didn't know her well but she was absolutely dynamite as a vibrator.  I only used her a couple times, though.  It just felt… I don't know, embarrassing to use a cousin I didn't know like that.  I guess… I guess she was just close enough to feel like family and far enough to feel like a stranger watching in on my happy time."

Kelly segued to Kamiko's top and had pulled it up, over her head, when she replied, "Aww, that's such a shame.  Although I'd like to remind everyone that we're putting together a video for our intimate apparel division in the studio over in about an hour or so, if anyone would like to check those displays out, and maybe join that action."  Kelly winked and began unfastening Kamiko's bra as her top joined the pile of discarded clothes, right next to Vanessa's.

"It really does seem so neat, maybe I'll go there," Kamiko chirped, helping again with her bra, "I mean, I felt kind of awkward about Melissa, my cousin, but the idea really grew on me.  Eventually I started feeling guilty about not using Melissa more, I mean, she'd been turned into sex toys, and it must be awfully boring just being hidden in a drawer for weeks at a time.  I gave her to a friend of mine after a bit, and she promises me that my cousin sees plenty of use with her, so everyone's happy!"  Kamiko smiled.  She hadn't taken her eyes off the machine's peculiar tube while she disrobed, and when Kelly gently placed a hand on her back and guided her into the cylinder she responded eagerly.

"If you'd just step in there I'll show you how this machine works.  Oh, and would you mind handing me your panties?" Kelly requested as the Asian volunteer stepped into the machine.

Kamiko looked down and seemed to realize she was almost entirely naked for the first time.  She blushed scarlet and covered her modest breasts with her arm.  Still, she grew an embarrassed smile and began slipping out of her plain grey panties, handing them to Kelly and crossing her legs, half-heartedly trying to hide her vagina and trimmed bush.  

"Um… I don't' mean to be prudish, but why am I naked?" she asked.

Kelly received the garment and tossed it on top of the pile, taking a step around the cylinder to where a simple control panel was mounted on the machine.  "We can't have clothing getting in the batter; it'd clog everything up and no one wants to get a piece of panties in their fluffy treat."  She pushed a button on the console as she spoke, and the cylinder door swung shut.

"Ahh, that makes sense… oh!" she  gasped as the door swung shut.  

"The process is actually very quick," Kelly said, smiling happily as she turned to the audience, "its almost entirely automated; first the machine prepares the special ingredient…"

Kamiko was nervously biting her bottom lip, looking around inside the machine in nervous disbelief she absently brought a hand up to her naked breast.  She began tweaking her nipple, her eyes drifting to the crowd and the hundreds of entranced eyes on her.  Her lips curved into a faint smile and she began fingering herself, playing with her nipple and dipping her other hand into her pussy.  

Her soft lips curved into a smile and she shifted her posture, suggestively emphasizing her hips and curves.  But as she moved her feet she noticed something the audience hadn't caught yet; her feet were dripping.  Her mouth opened in wonder as she looked down, watching her feet loose their definition and spreading a thin liquid over the bottom of the cylinder, the exact same color as her fair skin.  Her smile quickly returned, and she began playing with herself, in earnest this time, casting lustful looks at the audience as she fingered her pussy and nipples, brushing herself against the glass enclosure, alternately licking and kissing it as she began to slowly sink a puddle of herself.

"Oh, um… as much as I'd love to claim responsibility for all of this," Kelly said, smiling into the cylinder and its occupant, "this isn't the machine's doing.  At least not entirely.  The process is designed to be pleasant, but I think our lovely volunteer is taking to stardom rather well."  She placed a hand on the glass tube and Kamiko turned her attention toward it, licking the glass and pressing her breasts up next to the spot.  

Kamiko's melting accelerated, her shins and thighs flowing into the puddle as she continued to pleasure herself.  As the pool at the bottom of the tube rose she reclined against the glass wall, rubbing her breasts with growing focus.  When her ass and crotch seeped into the pool she dipped her finger into the area, gasping aloud as she began to stir her puddle.  She slid across the fluid of herself as the hand she'd been using began to loose its definition too.  Her pink lips were spread wide in a muted cry of rhapsody as she smeared her melting hand over her tits, tracing patterns along her stomach and shuddering in pleasure.

"As much fun as this is to watch," a flushed Kelly spoke up, "the machine will be adding the other ingredients about now."

As she spoke the upper most tube came to life, pouring in a stream of liquid, golden batter into the chamber.  The golden fluid rushed into Kamiko, mixing into the rest of her.  Her remaining definite shape became diluted, nothing but her face and breasts floating atop the churning mix.  It kept churning long after the pouring stopped, Kamiko still wriggling in sensual delight.

"And now she gets mixed properly…"

From the top of the cylinder a stainless steel apparatus began to descend.  It looked like nothing so much as an enlarged egg-beater.  It began to rotate at is it descended, dipping into the melted Kamiko as her breasts sunk.  Once it fully descended it began to spin at a blinding pace, whipping Kamiko and the batter up thoroughly until the different colored substances were uniform.

"The tube is sound-proofed as a result of some safety precautions, but believe me, when you're close to it you can definitely hear how much the ingredients enjoy that part.  Once she's well and fully smoothed (since we can't have lumpy batter, after all), the machine will begin siphoning her into the oven."

As though timed for Kelly's narration, the lower most tube began drawing a stream of the Kamiko-batter up into the chrome machine.  It was still wriggling even as it was pumped.

"The Cupcake Machine will require some input here; even a girl like Kamiko can make for a lot of batter, and probably too many cupcakes for even a crowd this size.  Rather than wasting any, the machine will store a few liters of her batter.  If I lift up this hood here…" she opened a compartment below the oven, revealing a series of two-liter large glass bottles, the first one entirely full of the pale-golden Kamiko and a second already half-way full, and filling fast, "you'll see where she's stored.  She keeps pretty much indefinitely in this state, and you can reattach the bottles back to the machine anytime you want to make another batch."

"Now, this model comes with the option to use a different volunteer as frosting, but since we're running low on time here I've set it to whip up and treat a skimming of the Kamiko batter, letting our darling volunteer adorn her own cupcakes."

The reservoir of batter in the actual glass cylinder vanished and Kelly stepped over Kamiko's clothing and towards the ice cream churn, where Vanessa's head was dipping away beneath the view.

"I'm certain she'll be absolutely delectable.  Kind of wish I could've gotten a taste, though." She said jokingly as her chin began to feed into the churn.

Kelly giggled, "I know I'm looking forward to a taste.  In about twenty minutes she'll be done and ready to serve, and we'll be offering a lovely platter of Kamiko Cupcakes and Vanessa Strawberry Ice Cream, with and without Emily Chocolate Chunks to all audience members.  Feel free to help yourselves!"

"Ooo, I'm going to be so delicious," Vanessa cooed as her head sank into the churn, licking her lips as they passed the threshold.

"I'm sure you will be, but you'd better not go to my thighs!" Kelly teased.  

The last of Vanessa's head sank into the ice cream churn, which finally stopped

She nodded to the cameras, which then cut the feed.


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"Hello again, I'm Kelly Anders, and this has been a paid advertisement for Cosmagic, showcasing our new Cosmagic Kitchen line.  It's been twenty minutes since that last segment with my co-hostess, who's graciously had herself turned into this decadent ice cream here."  

Kelly stood behind three cafeteria tables with dozens of small white ceramic plates.  Many of them held bowls which were filled with scoops of sensual pink ice cream, thick and pure.

"I'd also like to thank our kind volunteer Emily," this time she gestured to the chocolate statue of Emily, or rather, part of a chocolate statue.  Her head and upper torso, including pert aroused breasts, still in her last pose, playfully kissing her audience, "while the cameras were cut, we ground up the rest of her into small chunks.  Now she's just the right size to join Vanessa in the ice cream, or for our guests to snack on instead if they want."  The camera cut to a handful of bowls full of Emily Chocolate pieces, occasionally a piece of a finger or toe was discernable unscathed.

"And of course, a special thanks to the cute and enthusiastic Kamiko.  When we left her she'd just started baking, so let's show the audience at home how she turned out."

The camera panned to a table with a few dozen cupcakes.  Each one was individually wrapped in paper the exact same color of Kamiko's discarded panties.  The cake was an enchanting pale gold in color, the intoxicating auroma almost visible.  The frosting was a peculiarly arousing shade of pink.  Peculiar, at least, until one noticed the contours were artfully arrayed in a picture perfect representation of Kamiko's pussy.  

Kelly picked one of the cupcakes up, "did she turn out lovely, folks?  It seems her amorous personality translated into her end design, and I think it suits her perfectly."  Emily spontaneously ran her tongue over the top, lightly licking the Kamiko cupcake, and then turned back to the camera, smiling, "and she tastes just as good as she looks!"

It seemed as though the cupcake's lips quivered ever so slightly, growing moist in Kelly's hand and letting out the very softest of moans.

"Now before we end our program, and before I can give out free samples to everyone in the audience, the Federal Food and Magic Administration has asked us to remind viewers that tasting edible products made with our 'special ingredients' has been found to correlate with volunteering to become one of those ingredients yourself.  Not really surprising; after tasting how delicious someone like Kamiko here turned out," she nibbled teasingly on the confection, licking away a little more of her frosting and tasting her cakey interior, "you'll understand the appeal."  

She smiled at the cameras as the audience, to the last seat, began approaching the buffet table.  One of the first to arrive, a tall willowy blonde girl with sky-blue eyes, picked up a cupcake and nervously made eye contact with Kelly.  The hostess looked at the woman and smiled lasciviously, licking her lips as the cameras cut to the ordering information.