Cosmagic Kitchen: David
By Ordos Tsceri


David struggled to conceal his erection as he stood outside the Cosmagic Kitchen which had just opened up in town.

All he wanted to do was kill some time on a lazy Saturday morning. He didn't have any tests this week, he'd skimmed his reading enough to pass the quizzes coming his way on Monday, and there weren't any decent parties on campus in the upcoming weekend. So, with nothing on his plate, he thought he'd stroll around the local mall, pick up a coffee, and maybe catch a movie at the adjacent cinema.

He never thought he'd see a woman turned into chocolate bars before his eyes. He didn't even catch her name; one moment an almost impossibly busty, red-headed woman in a chef's apron and little else was guiding a naked lady into a machine, the next minute the naked lady was a chocolate statue. A minute later she was melted into a pool of chocolate, and the Chefess was handing out chocolate bars cast in her shape, made from the woman herself.

David couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle. He remembered seeing videos about something like this on the internet… a product demo where an almost-nude chefess turned people in the audience into desserts. A friend send him a link to the video as a joke, but after seeing it David had wanked himself raw while watching it repeatedly.

Now he'd just seen it happen. In person. Then they began handing out free samples. Carefully, with slow and certain steps, he approached the shop.

By the time he'd walked from his vantage point on the other side of the mall's foyer over to the new shop they had already set up a small cardboard display with a shelf piled high with free samples. One of the assistants, a leggy blonde woman, was chatting with other customers and handing out chocolate bars.

David avoided the woman and picked up a bar from the stand. He felt nervous, particularly around a woman so busty and beautiful. He'd always been a bit awkward. It was like he never quite grew into his six foot one frame, tall but lanky and thin. He wore loose jeans and a simple buttoned down grey-shirt and his mahogany hair had always refused to recognize any sort of part or hold a style, instead crowning his hair with a short shaggy wreath.

With his Gabriella chocolate bar in hand David turned off and began purposefully walking away from the shop. He hadn't realized how warm he'd gotten just being near there, how fast his heart was racing until he noticed a single drop of perspiration roll down his temples. Breathing deeply, he undid the wrapper and looked at the chocolate bar. It was flawlessly cast into the form of the girl who'd made it, her face frozen is a pose of rapture and a faint, almost trembling feeling crept up David's hand as he held her.

He couldn't resist. He put the bar to his lips and bit off half a bite, barely a nibble really.

It was amazing.

The rich chocolate was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before. Its flavor was deep, vast… he could have spent months carefully exploring it, mapping out all the intricacies like an explorer mapping out an alien and wonderful new cave formation. With deliberate control he slowed himself, nibbling on the delightful chocolate bar bit by bit. Suddenly the better part of an hour had passed as slipped the girl's feet into his mouth, all but moaning as they dissolved on his tongue.

It was fascinating. David had been prowling around the mall, unable to pay much attention to anything that wasn't his decadent chocolate bar. He didn't know Cosmagic was opening a location here, and he didn't know what he'd do if he ever saw such a performance carried out in front of him. It was all so unreal, so oddly appealing…

He licked his lips and turned his feet back towards the shop. He'd just walk in, look around, maybe chat about how the whole thing worked. A little visit would be just fine.


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Faye smiled dreamily; the Cosmagic Kitchen's first day had been a rousing success!

She breathed in deeply as she quickly placed the first batch of Molly Muffins behind a display counter. They were warm, soft, and she could feel each one quiver ever so slightly in her hand. It took every ounce of willpower the busty, redhead chefess had to keep from nibbling on them. This first batch were plain, just puffy cakey little baked indulgences, but Molly was a nicely plump girl; there was plenty of her to allow for variety. Three dozen plain muffins right now, but most of the batter's special ingredient was still in the kitchen with batches of blueberry and cranberry muffins on the way.

Faye couldn't help it. Once the last muffin was off its tray and behind glass, she did a little twirl on her formal high-heel shoes, the apron that was her only other clothing spinning with the motion.

Her store was alive! At first she'd been so worried about getting any customers at all, but after her little demonstration and free give away, business was booming!

Faye walked along the counter, eyes half closed, just inhaling the wondrous scents of her craft. The homey sweetness of cookies and muffins drifted from the kitchen and wafted up from the nearby counters. Opening her eyes again, she looked over rows of strawberry tarts alongside a photograph of a bashful blonde high-school girl and a selection of éclairs next to picture of a grinning black woman.

All baked fresh, and all moving quickly.

"Are these… really made from…" she heard a woman wonder aloud, holding half of a feminine-formed chocolate bar in her hand. Faye turned to the customer, a woman in her early thirties dressed in a rather conservative blouse and jeans. Accompanying her was a man roughly the same age, probably a husband.

"Of course!" Faye chirped, her impossibly perky breasts bobbing alluringly with her involuntary hop. "You won't find any false-advertising here! All Cosmagic Kitchen products are made with only the very best ingredients… and there just aren't better ingredients than our lovely volunteers."

The woman was taken aback… but still clutching her Gabriella chocolate bar. "So… these are all people?"

"Were people," Faye cooed, taking another step closer to the woman and her husband. Both their eyes drifted to her heaving assets. "Right now, the one in your hand is chocolate. The cute blonde on the counter behind me is a lovely selection of strawberry tarts. Aren't they simply divine?"

The woman blushed a bit, leaning against her husband and wrapping her free arm around his chest. Her other hand brought up the chocolate bar for another bite (she was down to the bar's navel, Faye noticed with pride). She nodded as she let the chocolate melt on her tongue.

Her husband had the sense to look bashful and worked to tear his eyes off Faye's chest. "So, when do you turn her back?" he asked, looking around the busy shop in an effort to pull his attention from Faye.

"We don't!" Faye cooed, batting her eyelashes as the taller man. "What would be the point of having a treat you have to give back? Our treats have a tendency to add a bit of weight in just the right places," she jiggled her chest for emphasis, her impossibly perky DD breasts strapped tightly together by her strained apron, "but aside from that, when they're gone they're gone."

"Why would… why would anyone do that?" the husband asked, less offended than confused. His wife's blush deepend as she took another nibble of her chocolate bar, clutching her husband's arm.

"Many reasons," Faye replied, leaning back a bit. "It's the most intimate gift you can give! Not just yourself, but yourself in its entirety. Making your lover happy, and getting closer than you ever could before… not to mention staying together longer than most relationships. Our treats don't have much fat, but it all goes to the right places and it's practically impossible to get rid of. And as much fun as it is to eat one of our products, any experienced chefess can tell you the ingredients seem to enjoy it more. I'm guessing you weren't here for our first demonstration… maybe it's time for another one?"

"Ah, excuse me… 'mam?" a voice caught Faye's attention. She turned her head to see a young man, likely a local college student. He was lean, kind of lanky, but not unattractive. He had deep dark brown eyes and short brown hair, charmingly bedraggled. His clothes all but screamed college student; a ragged plain buttoned shirt that clearly hadn't been ironed in weeks and a pair of similarly worn jeans, the edges just beginning to fray apart. The young man had a sort of earnestness to his person… for some reason, Faye found herself liking the lad.

"Yes? Can I help you?" she asked, turning to face the man and giving the older couple some breathing room. She caught them taking a step back and chatting quietly to each other out of the side of her eyes, but she paid it little heed. Right now she was focused on this intriguing fellow.

"Well, yeah… I guess, I guess I had a question about, well, all of this," he said, gesturing to the store in general, and a tray of fresh cookies in particular. The cookies were next to a picture of a woman with a black Mohawk and gold piercings in her nose, brow, and lip. She was smiling mischievously in her photo and more than a few customers had remarked how oddly phallic her cookies were. Each one was a golden brown rod a couple of inches thick, and filled with a heavy white cream. Faye's smile deepened as she remembered the fun she had getting the cream into her ingredient.

"What would you like to know, sweet-boy?" Faye asked.

"Uh, my name's David," he replied, casting his eyes downward rather than holding Faye's gaze. He took a step back and… could it be? Yes, Faye realized; he was actually blushing! How adorable!

He continued on. "Well… I love your stuff, your products and all… and that demonstration you gave was amazing… but I've always wondered… well, everything I've ever seen you… that is, Cosmagic Kitchens, make have always used women as their special ingredients. I was wondering… just kind of wanted to know, do you…. Er, why is that?"

Faye laughed softly. "You know, that's a good question. I've heard it a couple of times…" She took another step forward, wrapping her arms up and over David's shoulders, hugging him slightly. Her soft, warm breasts rested heavily on the boy's chest.

"I think it'd be best if we gave a public demonstration. It'll help clear things up for everyone. Now that I think about it, well, you can't be the only person here wondering about our tendencies for certain ingredients. Thanks so much for this idea!"

Faye hugged David, taking a satisfied pleasure in the young man's deepening blush. He really was too cute.

David felt entirely too warm. The chefess… he'd seen her turn a girl into chocolate a couple hours ago, and right now the store was full of other similar creations. The fact didn't didn't change she was the most voluptuous woman to touch him in… well, ever. He was nervous to be before her presence, but the tightness about his pants betrayed his growing arousal. Inwardly, he wondered how much of his erection was due to Faye's figure, or to her profession.

Faye let the boy ago and quickly approached one of her assists. The younger assistant wore the same apron barely containing her luscious body, and was happily chatting with a trio of local college girls.

"Kathy would just make an awesome cake!"

"I know, right? She always looks cute enough to just gobble up!"

"I bet she'd be vanilla. She just has that look to her. And she's be sooo soft… she'd just melt in your mouth!"

"Would we need a second girl for icing? I bet Vanissa would do; she's mostly just eye-candy right now anyway. I bet she'd love becoming something more substantial."

"Oooh, good choice, but she's a bit of a bitch. I bet she'd go right to my ass."

"You could use a little junk in the trunk, Beth,"

The assistant chefess laughed, breaking up the trio's discussion, "I'm certain you'd love the extra curves your friends would give you. Just bring them here and we'll have a chat. You'll probably be able to pick up your deliciously friendly cake that afternoon if you would like."

"Probably?" one of the girls asked. Faye watched the transaction from a couple feet away.

"Well, we only work with consenting ingredients. If you get them to agree, we'll be happy to whip them up into something special… but the only absolutely certain way to get your treat is to volunteer yourself. You could draw straws… oh, or you could all chip in! Three-girl cake is just to die for!"

This was meted with mixed giggles, blushes, and awkward side-glances before Faye intervened.

"Mabel, could you pull out a large punch-bowl and a granny-smith? I think it's time for another public demonstration."

Mabel's eyes lit up. "Absolutely!" she said, spinning around quickly and leaving Faye with the trio. Faye looked them over for an instant before speaking, "triple-chocolate cheesecake. It'd be fantastic."

The girl at the center, a tall blonde with a generous bust a tight tank-top, turned to David, who hovered a few feet behind Faye. "What do you think, hot-stuff? Would you prefer to have me as a fling, or as cheesecake?" She struck a pose, thrusting out her hips and chest while offering a sultry pout.

David hesitated.

After a couple instants of silence, the girls behind the blonde began to giggle. David looked away, his blush returning with a vengeance while the blonde became suddenly flustered.

"Don't discount a future in pastry, girls," Faye cooed, placing a gentle hand on David's shoulder. "You definitely have the goods for it. Just ask anyone in an apron here if you ever want to be as tasty as you can be." With a wink, she gently pushed David forward, the two of them walking outside of the kitchen's shop into the mall foyer where a small crowd still lingered, looking at the store and the scantily clad assistant handing out free samples of Gabriella.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Faye announced, stepping in front of David and spreading her arms wide. She recognized a few faces from the earlier display, but most of the people here were new. Perfect.

"This charming young man asked a very sensible question about our business," she gestured toward David, who timidly raised a hand in a small wave. "I'm certain many of you have wondered about our special ingredients. If you've ever seen our demonstration video on the net, you've seen a definite tendency to use female volunteers to create our exquisite treats and decadent desserts. David here naturally wondered why that is."

She smiled, casting a quick glance at David. The poor boy obviously hated being the center of a crowd, but his nervousness just made him so adorable. She could just hug him and eat him all up…

"That simple fact of the matter is, I'm afraid, girls taste sweeter."

There was a chuckle from the audience, and Faye played along, shrugging her shoulders and raising her hands as if to say, 'what can you do?'

"Yes, yes, I'm certain this comes as a shock to you all. It's a very rare thing for a playground rhyme to actually hold any sort of truth. But I'm afraid that's just the plain truth of it." She brought a hand up to the top of her apron, dipping it alongside her heaving breast and slipping two fingers into a small pocket sewn above her breast. Faye took a step backward as she withdrew her hand. "Fortunately, we live in modern times, in a society with greater gender equality than ever before known, and clever technicians and magicians to boot."

She slipped the two fingers so recently buried in her cleavage into David's lips. He felt something small, round, and hard land on his tongue. On some strange instinct or reflex, he swallowed it just as Faye removed her fingers, brushing them on the hem of her apron.

"So, if boys are too sweet to use in our cooking, we can just make them into girls beforehand!"

This got a reaction from the crowd. Most laughed softly, and a few let out surprised gasps at the sudden movement. The mood stayed jovial, with Faye smiling proudly as she took a step to the side, watching her conscripted assistant.

David was stunned. Not least of all, at himself; why did her swallow that morsel so quickly? Before he even thought to object, it was already well past his throat. Did she really just slip him…?

"What… what was that?" he stuttered, suddenly feeling intensely warm.

"Cosmagic Kitchen is a fully owned subsidiary of Cosmagic," Faye explained, more to the crowd than to David, "so we benefit from some shared infrastructure. Cosmagic corporate supplies each kitchen with a number of specially crafted tools our chefesses use, as well as a few of their usual products, at cost. Normally a Little Pink Transgender Pill would go for a hefty sum, but each kitchen is supplied with enough to accommodate the refinement of our special ingredients!"

David opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft moan. Looking down at the source of this sudden, pleasurable sensation, he saw his shirt stretch, the loose garment suddenly constricting his chest. More accurately, it was straining against the twin mounds rising out from it. He reached his hands to touch his strange new additions, only to let out a louder gasp when they sank into his soft orbs. He squished them, his knees trembling under the delightful warmth that radiated from his chest through his body.

He had boobs now.

He'd often found himself wondering what it would be like to have breasts. It was always an embarrassing topic, one he'd never shared with anyone or spoke of aloud. But now he had them, and they were everything he'd ever imagined they'd be.

"Let me help with you that," Faye said, cheerily. She moved one hand down the front of David's shirt. There must have been some spell at work as the simple gesture managed to tear open every button keeping his shirt on. Free of its moorings his top all but flew open.

David gasped, free of a constraint he scarcely realized was constraining him, his new D-cup breasts bobbing happily in the open air. In an instant, his hands were on them again, squeezing the decadently sensitive orbs. Through the novel pleasure of his new boobs, he realized his hands felt more slender than he remembered them, their nails a bit longer.

The crowd had a good view of David's body changing. His waist narrowed, losing the lanky but uniform build it had, narrowing in contrast to his new chest and his broadening hips. David could only feel a warm, pleasurable sensation bubbling through him, its teasing tingle intensifying in certain places. The crowd could see the full effects as his facial features softened, his chin narrowed, his lips growing larger, softer, forming a slight pout as David tried to keep himself quiet.

Faye was close enough to see the bulge in David's pants begin to diminish. As the oblong shape tucked by his right leg vanished from sight she moved behind him. "These won't do either, I'm afraid."

The crowd half laughed, half cheered as Faye sheared David's jeans apart, her fingers running gently over his broadening hips and thighs, cleaving the denim in half wherever they touched. David's pants fell in shreds around him, his brown-plaid boxers suffering a similar fate just as the tip of his glans melted away into his crotch.

For an instant David couldn't breathe as he felt the center of his sexuality, the most sensitive and pleasurable point of his entire being, sink in-between his legs. All that sensation, all that erotic power seemed to… blossom outwards once it sank out of sight, unfurling into something five times as wonderful as it continued sinking, forming a wet slit which burned passionately and yearned for contact.

She stood there, naked, reveling in herself as the final changes sculpted her new, womanly form. She had lost a few inches of height, her new stature placing her just a couple inches shorter than Faye. Her feet had also shrank accordingly until the sandals she had worn were far too big to hold onto her. She took a few staggering steps, adjusting to her new center of balance, and in the process her feet easily slipped from her footwear. Her dark hair grew out behind her until it tickled her shoulders with every slight move of her head. Her skin became clearer, softer, and even it felt more delicate and sensitive.

With a great effort of will, David pulled a hand from her soft breasts, sending it down to explore the wet slit she'd recently acquired. No sooner had she brushed the edge of its yearning lips than she felt compelled to open her mouth in a howl of newfound pleasure.

The howl didn't come to fruition, however, as her mouth suddenly found itself occupied. Faye swung in front of her, embracing the new woman. Their lips pressed together tightly, the Chefess' deft tongue playing bacchanal games within David's mouth. Somehow during the embrace, Faye was able to push off David's torn shirt, letting the garment brush his now fully and squeezable butt cheeks on its way to the ground.

After what seemed an eternity, Faye slowly removed her lips, giving David's a final quick lick. Again, David found herself stunned. She never imagined she could feel so good… so right.

"Much sweeter," Faye cooed, loud enough for the gathered crowd to hear and applaud.

David blushed, the compliment touching a never her transformation and nudity had not. She smiled awkwardly, bringing her slender legs together in a demure pose. "Um, thank you…"

The voice was familiar, but definitely not the one David was used to. She giggled, "wow, I even sound different now! I'm, I'm really a woman, aren't I?"

"Absolutely, hot-stuff," Faye purred, giving David's new ass a quick squeeze. David giggled again, learning herself into Faye and wrapping an arm around the Chefess. She rested her head on the larger woman's shoulder, in love with feeling so… feminine.

"I guess I should think of a new name… David doesn't really seem to fit anymore," she giggled, nuzzling Faye's neck with her nose.

"I wouldn't bother. It's not like you'll be a woman long enough to really use it." Faye all but beamed as she spoke, squeezing the new woman in her arms.

David blinked, processing that statement just as the assistant Faye spoke to earlier returned from the shop. She was rolling what appeared to be a large, stainless steel punch-bowl easily four feet wide. Something rolled around in its center, but David couldn't get a clear view of it from her angle.

"I'm… an ingredient?" she asked, tasting the word.

"You wanted to know how we handle male ingredients," Faye cooed as she unwound from her embrace, holding David by one of her dainty hands and leading her toward the bowl. "This is just the best way to explain it. Besides," Faye leaned her face in close and licked David's neck, stopping to gently nibble her earlobe. "You're so sweet… it'd be a shame not to cook you."

David shuddered, a delightful wetness creeping between her thighs.

"But… I didn't plan…" she started, half-mumbling the words into the Chefess' glorious chest.

Faye took a step back, strutting to the other side of the giant bowl and picking up the object. Now David could see that it was an apple. Green, round, average sized… but there was something very odd about it. The colors were right but they seemed somehow… more intense. Faye held it delicately in her hand, idly brushing a thumb over its taut surface.

"Well, if you want to leave you're welcome to. I fear it might be a tad awkward without anything that fits, but you'd just have to get home naked. Of course, it'd be an awful hassle learning how to put on bras and the like…" Faye examined the apple, like a jeweler appraising a particularly promising pearl. "You're absolutely free to leave. We won't even charge you for the pill. But if you stay…"

With a smooth, sinuous motion she extended her arm and offered the apple to David.

The new woman's heart pounded. She had a choice; she could walk away as a woman, nude and gorgeous and sensual, or she could take the apple, and be made into… something different. She'd become food… a delicacy sold to people at the shop. She'd probably be eaten up in a couple days. Then what? From what she'd read, she'd be in the people who ate her as a little bit of cushioning for curvy places…

"I… always thought walking in high heels looked painful," she shyly joked, taking the apple from Faye's hand and stepping onto the bowl.

"So… what are you going to make me?" she smiled coquettishly as she bit into the apple.

David froze on the spot. She suspected there was something unusual about that fruit, and her very first taste confirmed it. It was powerful, its flavor immense, and unimaginably… pure. She had to take another bite, and another after that. Each morsel flooded her with decadent juice… deep, vast, enveloping… as though this apple was imbued with the essence of all apples, their collective beauty and intensity.

Before she knew it, David was nibbling the last minuscule specs of the fruit from its core. Suddenly aware of the multitude of eyes on her nude, feminine form standing within the large bowl. She blushed a bit, licking her lips to take in the last traces of the apple's flavor. "That… that was really good," she murmured through a shy smile.

"Not as good as you'll be, my lovely," Faye replied. She took the core from David's hand and tossed it towards one of her assistants, who hurriedly took it back within the shop.

"There are many ways to get delicious filling insides our lovely ingredients," Faye told the crowd, "and we like to have fun with our delivery method. In this case, our beautiful new lady has just ingested an enchanted apple. I'm rather proud of the spells we've been able to weave into our little fruit. Just one bite is enough, although the best results come from someone who enjoys it as thoroughly as our brave little lass has."

Suddenly David felt different. The taste of fresh, pure apple hadn't quite faded from her mouth, but suddenly the delicious flavor began to bubble up again. She could taste it, as sure as though she were biting into it once more. The taste invigorated her, sending cool shivers up and up down her body as she licked her lips. She brought up her hands to touch herself, moving them across her sides and breasts, but stopped as she felt a warm, wet slickness in their wake.

Looking down a thin glaze covered where her hands hand roamed. She looked at one of her palms and let out a soft gasp. It was slick, the lines running down her hands smoothed away and a tingling, tickling, pleasurable sensation was mounting. On a whim, she brought it towards her lips and licked it.

David moaned in girlish delight. Her hand tasted like the apple. Even more-so, if such a thing was possible. She licked again, feeling the joyous apple syrup as it swam over her burning tongue and slipped down her eager throat.

Faye giggled, "Cosmagic Kitchens! For desserts so good, even they can't resist tasting themselves!"

Many in the crowd laughed, but many more watched the wriggling girl in rapt amazement and silence. David squirmed in growing delight, feeling as though a thousand lips were kissing her body, teasing her with their warm wet tongues all from the inside out. It was getting harder and harder for her to think of herself by her old, masculine name. Instead, she continued to lick her hand, her other rubbing her body, leaving her slick in green apple syrup.

"I'm… sooo good," she murmured between licks. Her hands were losing definition, the smaller fingers dripping away inch by inch. More and more of her body began to shimmer with the semi-liquid sheen. Her flowing hair meshed together, the individual strands merging and sloshing until her face was crowned by a mane of green goo with darker, solid crescent shapes drifting within.

She ran a finger through her new hair, leaving behind a few drops of her hand in the process. Before her eyes the transparent green goo spread until her hands began to run. Droplets danced tantalizingly down her forearms until they swelled at her elbows and fell down to a growing puddle about her feet. She tasted what she could, all but losing herself in the sweet flavor of her changing body.

Her body was glistening. Her skin was had become a rich, golden-green and an almost addling pleasure coursed through her shifting form. She wriggled her hips and stroked her body, helpless to do anything to relieve this mounting pleasure. It kept growing and growing, mounting in places… she remembered masturbating, the glorious sensations that flowed from her penis. It was similar, only now the sensation radiated from her skin, seeping down her entire form, and no matter how hard or quickly she rubbed she couldn't quite reach release.

She murmured, her voice somewhere between a whimper and a moan as her smallest fingers dripped away into a puddle. The pleasure felt strongest around her toes and ankles, but when she tried to wriggle her toes and readjust her weight she found she couldn't move her feet. Looking down she saw why; her feet were entirely gone.

The syrupy puddle was already up to her ankles, and rapidly rising up her calves. She could see numerous crescent wedges bobbing within her, feeling them as points of brilliant delight within the rising sea of sensation. She bent down and picked one up, pulling it from her goopy puddle and holding it before her eyes.

It was an apple slice.

The assistant Mabel whispered something to Faye before happily skipping back into the shop. The news made the lead Chefess smile as she turned to address the crowd. She had to exert considerable effort to tear her eyes from her melting ingredient.

"My assistant has just informed me than the pie crusts are all ready. Once our lovely volunteer has finished her conversion to sweet apple filling, we'll scoop her into the tins and bake her into an assortment of pies. Now, I'm certain you've noticed that she's gorgeous to look at, and her processing has certainly been enthralling. We do the vast majority of our work behind the walls of the shop in the adjoining kitchen, but if you provide your own special ingredient we can accept requests to video the cooking. Customers often find that it makes a darling memento of the event, and it complements a gift of yourself splendidly."

'Pies!' David thought, 'I'm being made into pies!'

The idea was intoxicating. She felt herself melting, her body turning into hundreds or thousands of apple slices bound by a thick, gooey apple syrup. The sweetness of her new form permeated her. She could taste herself, and her flavor was nearly as exhilarating as her transformation. She was already down to her hips in the bowl when she realized she couldn't move anything which had been fully liquidated. She could feel everything in the growing pool. Indeed, it felt more real and more a part of her than what was still human, but she couldn't make the apple filling move in the slightest.

It made sense, she thought. 'After all, I'm becoming a pie. Pies don't move. So I guess I won't be moving much more. Or ever again, once I'm done melting.' It felt so right… she would have laughed at the realization, but no sound came from her parted lips. Instead, she opened her mouth to mimic the motions, the light of the surrounding mall shining through her transparent goo and glowing upon the multitude of pure, perfect fruit slices within her.

The melting's pace accelerated as less and less of her remained human. Whenever she rubbed her sides, her stomach, or her breasts part of her hand would be left behind with it and part of her body would get stuck in the hand. Soon all the sensations mixed together; her hand felt like her pussy, nipples, and tummy all at the same time. The pool she was sinking into soon lost any connection to the parts of her body which had vanished into it. Her pussy and hips were gone when she realized the pool was only composed of herself, yet at the same time more glorious and encompassing than any part of her girlish frame.

She leaned forward, anxious to fully join the pool of apple filling she was becoming. Her full boobs touched the surface and instantly joined with it, pulling her body into the delicious morass of her sumptuous fate. As her torso sank into the pool, filling the bowl almost to its rim, she brought what was left of her hand, now only an indistinct appendage loosely in the shape of her former digits, and stuffed it into her mouth. The filling of her hand and mouth merged, seamlessly and irreparably combining. Her eyes expressed her rapturous smile as her head finally sank into the pool of filling.

She was apples and goo and sugar, and it felt amazing. She couldn't move, and she had only the vaguest sense of what was around her. More than anything else, she found, she wanted to be tasted, to be savored. It had been amazing licking herself, and she could only dream of what it would be like to be enjoyed by other people.

Faye smiled at the apple filling before addressing the crowd. "There you have it; Cosmagic Kitchen's patented way of preparing a male ingredient. Our delectable David will need to be cooked for a while, but in about half an hour you are all welcome to purchase her pies. We'll offer both slices and full pies for our valued customers to enjoy!"

With that, she grabbed the handles of the low wooden cart and pushed the bowl of David back into the Cosmagic store, down its main aisle and past the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen. Three assistant chefesses were working there, one hard at work mixing a giant bowl of dark chocolate brownie mix (which kept on moaning with each rotation of her giant wooden spoon) but the other two had arranged a dozen different pans on one of the main counters, adjoined to one of their ovens.

"Help me get her up on the counter," Faye said and began lifting the bowl. It took all three Chefesses to hoist the David-filling up to stainless steel surface.

"She looks divine… may I have a taste?" one of the chefesses asked.

Faye giggled, "who'd want to eat anything prepared by a chef who doesn't taste her own work?"

Two spoons and a gloved finger dipped into David, scooping up the tiniest amount of her gooey form. She felt three hot, wet tongues taste her, sending her into an almost dizzying surge of delight. The feeling of melting in their mouths… it wasn't orgasmic as David knew orgasms. There was the familiar surge, but without peak or release, no hazy downward afterglow… just ecstatic sensation followed by a sense of warmth, pleasant stillness, and an incredible sense of rightness.

"Mmmm," one of the assistants murmured.

"I am so taking one of these home tonight," the other one chirped after licking her gloved finger and lips. "Oh! You know what would be absolutely perfect with this? We still have the jar of Cinnamon corporate sent us! If we spice up some of the pies, we can offer her in two flavors!"

"That's a wonderful idea, Amber," Faye replied. She knew Cosmagic went to great extents to ensure only the most talented, driven, and enthusiastic men and women became accredited chefesses. Her assistants were all graduates, and their passion for the craft always warmed Faye's heart with pride.

She bustled over to one of the counters and began fingering through stock ingredients while her assistants started spooning generous clumps of David into pie tins. "We have plenty of bread for the crusts and top, right?" Faye asked, her fingers dancing over hour-glass shaped containers of spices, seasonings, shortening and various sundries.

"Yup!" Amber replied, "we have enough mana-enriched flour to last for a couple weeks. The batch corporate sent even has a girl in it! Susan or Susanna or Sue or something." She could always tell the special batches from the normal ones. As she placed a circular sheet of dough over the first filled pie she could feel the bread faintly jiggle beneath her fingers.

David felt the confines of her new home, the pressure of the pie crust all round her. She was vaguely aware of a presence there, a resonant tingling… maybe someone else was with her and about to be cooked into delicious pies too? It was entirely possible, but it didn't matter. All she could think about was her own excitement, how good it would be to be tasted and supped upon.

"Found it!" Faye exclaimed as she returned to her assistants. The jar in her hand was about five inches tall, roughly cylindrical with a young woman's face on it. The girl had freckles, a nervous smile, and red hair. She had to be a high school student. The container was labeled, simply, 'Cinnamon'. Faye flipped open the jar's top and sprinkled a bit into a David pie which hadn't been closed yet.

David felt Cinnamon's entrance acutely. The spice radiated with a sort of nervous excitement and quickly settled deep into the mixed apple and syrup filling. David got the distinct impression of a shy, bookish girl, happily daring her first kiss as she was mixed into pie. It was delightful, and David was happy to host her fellow ingredient along her own journey.

Faye and her assistants worked quickly and with enthusiasm, deftly preparing about an eighth of David's mass into a dozen pies in minutes. The filling's attention focused on the portions of her which were prepared, anxiously awaiting whatever would come next, knowing each minute brought her closer to her buyers and a warm eternity along their tongues and tummies.

She could feel other parts of herself being prepared, the stray finger-full finding its way past a chefess' guilty lips. She felt the familiar, comforting embrace of her crust and the occasional nervous, energetic kiss of a dash of Cinnamon. Her unmoving form didn't register the motion as the first dozen pies moved along a conveyor belt into the kitchen's industrial strength oven, but she did feel the warmth. It permeated her, radiating across every ounce of her in the pies, and she felt it changing her. She felt her sugars slightly caramelize, the bread around her absorb some of her flavor as it hardened…

If she could have made a sound she would have laughed at how good she felt, or perhaps just moan a chorus to her own ecstasy. If she could move, she might have danced. But she knew pies couldn't move, or speak, or do anything other than cook nicely and wait to be eaten up.

So that's precisely what the pies did.

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"Mmmhm," Faye murmured as she savored a bite of David and Cinnamon pie. She was sitting about a hundred yards from her shop, along the mall's food-court, nibbling away at her lunch one tiny, teasing forkful at a time.

The first batch of pies sold out almost immediately to people who had lingered around the shop after David's demonstration. Ten whole pies sold, two sold by the slice. Unfortunately, the current shop didn't have any sitting room to actually stay and eat something like a slice of pie so Faye had to wait until her lunch break to take a slice and head out to the nearest table. She made a mental note to talk with the mall owners and get some tables installed outside her shop.

She took a deep sip of water (over-priced but wholly mundane). Faye always thought a glass of water helped cleanse the pallet between bites and extended the enjoyment of a dessert.

Faye could feel the pie's happiness. It took some training to be able to find the flavor, but it added a certain joyous zest to an already scrumptious delight.

"Wow, that looks good," Faye looked up to see the source of the voice. A slender college aged woman in a loose-fitting t-shirt and hot-pants stood by her table, "you can smell that pie from twenty yards away… where did you get that? Is it as tasty as it looks?"

Faye smiled, "it's much better than it looks. Here, try a piece."

She lifted her fork and the willowy girl hesitated for only a second before she leaned down and carefully pulled the morsel off with her teeth. She inhaled sharply, her eyes rolling up a bit.

"Oh… my goodness, that's the best thing I've tasted!"

Faye giggled. "Aww, you flatterer. I just made a batch over at my shop. It's the kitchen down that way," she nodded toward in the direction she came from. "The first batch is sold out, but the next one should be coming out of the ovens just now. They sell quick, though."

"I'd imagine!" the girl said, casting her eyes toward the kitchen. "You know what would really go well with this? I mean, it's the best pie I've ever tasted, but some things just go well together, you know?"

"Hmm… what do you have in mind?" A smile crept into the edges of Faye's lips.

"When I was a girl, we'd always put some heavy, thick whipped-cream on pies. I don't know why; I never really grasped culinary stuff, but it always made them seem so much more... I dunno, magical!"

"Mmmhm, some good cream could really accentuate this, couldn't it? Very useful for a lot of desserts, too."

Faye looked up at the girl, meeting her eyes, "I bet we could make some excellent whipped cream for these pies, if you're willing to help…"