A Trip to Cosmagic Industries – Part Four
A Trip to Cosmagic Industries
By Ordos Tsceri and Hugo Prosperio
Part Four: Ingredients

Emily couldn’t believe her fortune.  She’d debated skipping the trip, but she just couldn’t pass up the chance to see this place first-hand.  Nights spent hunting down online videos of transformation demonstrations, reading blogs of people who had debated changes (and ended their blogging careers with an ‘after’ picture taken at a cosmagic shop), and a friend in high school who had herself turned into ten dozen doughnuts in a short-sighted, if delectable, bid to garner votes for her run at class-president.   She’d thought about this place so many times, and now to actually be inside… it was all so surreal.

The group she was with numbered a bit under two dozen.  They were chatting excitedly.  A lot of people here had wanted to head to the kitchens immediately… and although she didn’t want to admit it, Emily was one of them.  She was excited, her heart fluttering in her chest, when the very large elevator that bore the group opened up.  In front of them stood a woman, large breasts and curvy hips with full lips and long curly brown hair.  She wore a chef’s apron, a pair of matching white stiletto heels, and nothing else.

“Good morning,” she said gesturing for the group to follow her down the short hall.  “My name is Odette Moreau, and I’m the charge Chefess for our kitchens here.  We have this entire floor of the complex, and I’m certain you’ve all enjoyed some of our products at one point or another.  If not… well, I’m certain we can fix that before this tour’s over.”  She guided them quickly down the hall and around a corner into a vast room.

“Welcome to the kitchens!” she exclaimed, strutting through a room that looked equal parts warehouse, restaurant kitchen, factory, and laboratory.  Counters were kept gleaming white, but they often shared installations with conveyor belts and computer displays.  Ingredients and tools were everywhere for easy reach, but they were massive; pots bigger than a bathtub and ovens that could bake a month’s supply of bread in a single day stood next to tanks of ingredients that would have been excessively sized to feed a stadium.



“Now, most of the edible transformations we handle are done at site, at various bakery locations.  As a general rule, food magically made from people has a pretty good shelf-life, but without preservatives there are still limits to how long our tasty treats can remain fresh.  The Cosmagic Kitchens are there so we never have to worry about that; desserts and confections are made fresh on location and can be properly enjoyed on the spot!”  

Odette licked her lips, enjoying some memory as she looked out over the sprawl of the bakery division.  When she looked back to the student guests, Emily noticed something hungry in her eyes.  “Because things have to be so decentralized for our bakery division, we don’t do much customer-order stuff here.  There’s a trickle, but mostly we do research and development and supplies for our local affiliates.  Every now and then there’s a special occasion… and sometimes we get to perform demonstrations, but the day-to-day here is mostly basic supplies for our Kitchen affiliates.”

“What do you mean by basic supplies?” Emily found herself asking.  Her cheeks heated and blushed when Emily’s hungry eyes and polite smile landed on her.

“Good question!” she shot a quick glance down to her watch, “and a well-timed one, too.  If you follow me, I can show you.”

She gestured with her hand and guided the group down past the main warehouse and into a hallway, lined with small culinary workshops.  She stopped by one of the workshops, an office-sized alcove more like a clinic room than a kitchen, with a chefess guiding a blushing blonde woman onto a large counter.

“Looks like you’ll have an audience,” the chefess said, giving a slight bow to Odette and the students following her.

The girl on the counter giggled, wriggling her legs together a bit.  “This is already so weird… but I guess it’s alright.  I mean, ingredients don’t care who sees them prepared, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” the chefess said, smiling encouragingly.  She leaned forward and kissed her ingredient on the forehead before reaching for a gleaming metal rod connected to a stainless-steel canister on the far end of the room by a hose-like tube.  Emily could see the tell-tale flicker of magic being worked around the attached wand as the chefess began shaking it over her customer.  A fine white powder drifted from the rod, starting at her feet.

“Oooh, that kind of tickles…” the woman on the counter said, before she started giggling.  There was something in her laugh, something so girlish and sensual that made the hairs on Emily’s neck stand on end, and the warmth between her legs kindle brighter.  

As the wand moved and the dusting grew more complete the woman shuddered, “I… I can’t move my feet,” she said, visibly making an effort to silence her pleasurable murmurs.  

“Well that’s to be expected from a good ingredient, isn’t it?” the chefess teased, dusting the girl’s pussy and hips with the fine white powder.  “I bet it feels amazing, though, doesn’t it?”

The ingredient could only moan something like an agreement as the chefess continued.  Emily saw her skin grow paler, even before the dusting coated her shoulders and chest.  A few seconds later and even her delighted noises of arousal faded into silence.

The chefess put down the wand and extended a finger toward’s the girl frozen, white nipple.  The mound of her breast crumbled at the touch, but the woman was able to scoop up a tiny morsel on her fingertip and slip it past her lips.  Emily could have sworn she heard the frozen woman purr as the chefess licked her finger clean.

“How’d she turn out?” Odette asked.

“Excellent!” the chefess chirped.  She turned back to her handiwork, “the finished product is top-quality, the conversion was efficient, so all-in-all she’s become about a hundred, hundred and ten pounds of confectionary sugar.  We can bag her, ship her, and she’ll have our supply covered for two, maybe three weeks!”

She picked a large bag from one of the counter and fastened it to one end of the counter before hitting a button, tilting the counter upward on the far end.  The sugar-figure lost all semblance of its womanly curves and sensual form, disintegrating into an avalanche of white sweetness as she flowed into the transport-bag.  

Odette turned to the students, “As the central Cosmagic hub in the region, we process and supply most of the base ingredients, things that are required for our more personalized dishes, but can still benefit from an expert’s touch… and of course, a prominent ingredient’s passion.  Now, we do handle other-”

“Do  you need anything more?” A girl from the crowd asked, stepping forward.  Emily recognized her as Tanya, her roommate during freshman year.  Tanya was something of a party-girl, her hair cut short save for a long bang that hung over half her face, dyed bright pink, her modest chest squeezed tight by the corset and fishnets that clung to her slender, pale form.

Emily gasped as their guide put a gentle hand on her elbow and guided the girl away from the group, over to the techie brushing the last of the previous volunteer into large sugar bags.

The tech’s face lit up, “actually, we had an order that needed to be filled by Friday.  We were going to wait a few days for a volunteer, or draw lots from the interns, but if you’re here now…”  She sealed the bag and hauled it off to one side of the workshop before busying herself gathering new items and tools from the cupboards.

“Welcome to the kitchens,” Odette said to Tanya, the words carrying new, unmistakable meaning.  “If I may ask, what lead you to pursue a career in culinary arts?”

Tanya laughed, “I dunno… I guess it just sounds neat.  I mean, my boyfriend always called me sweet, and I love it when he’d lick my neck and murmur about eating me all up…” she laughed again, shifting her weight to run her thighs together.  “I guess… I mean, I also really don’t want to go through midterm week, but being sweet and feeling someone’s hot, sexy tongue lick me up…” she bit her lip and closed her eyes, shuddering a bit at the thought.

She continued after a second, “is it so weird that I kind of want it to be literal?”

“Sounds sexy to me,” the techie said, placing a hand on Tanya’s shoulder and tugging her over to the counter.   She placed a golden pill, almost like a cough-losenge, up to Tanya’s lips.  “You’ll need to swallow this and disrobe.  You should have enough time.”

Tanya didn’t hesitate.  She parted her lips and wrapped them around the tech’s finger, sucking on it for a few seconds after she swallowed her fate, and giving it a playful lick when she finally withdrew her mouth and started to strip in front of the tour group.  Emily knew a fair number of them had already seen her naked, the girls from her frequent trips to the dormitory’s bathroom in the nude and the guys from more intimate audiences, but she was still surprised by how easily her old acquaintance bared all in the workshop.

Once the fishnet stockings, tank-top, corset, and heels were in a pile on the floor Odette and the tech guided Tanya onto the counter, this time guiding her into a large bowl.  Tanya’s body seemed wound with excitement, and Emily couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the woman’s glistening shaved pussy.

“This is so fucking hot…” Tanya said, reclining in her bowl, her legs spread and feet resting on the rims.  “I guess that pill already did most of the magic… mind telling me what I’m becoming?”

The tech approached her, wicket smile on her lips and a long white rod held in her right hand.  “By a happy coincidence, the naughty girl who loved being sweet and wanted to be licked up arrived just in time to help us fill an order for twenty gallons of top-grade honey.”  She whispered a silent spell and the rod in her hand began to thrum and vibrate, “ready to get hot, sweet, and sticky?”

Odette leaned forward, opened her mouth, and ran her tounge from the nape of Tanya’s neck to the lobe of her ear, suckling at it for a second before cooing, “or morseo, at any rate?”

“Oh… oh fuck yes!” Tanya cheered, her smile lustful and ravenous.  It only grew more intense as the tech slipped her vibrating rod between Tanya’s legs, causing the volunteer ingredient to moan and squirm obscenely.

Before the group’s stunned eyes, her pale skin grew tanned, and then golden.  She squeezed at her breasts as she thrust her hips rhtmically against the tech’s magic rod.  After a long moment of enjoyment, Emily noticed that Tanya’s questing hand, squeezing her left tit, stopped squeezing… the difference between the two simply ceasing to be.  Her lustful pitch grew into a howl of delight as her hand slipped into her chest, her other hand rushing over her hip and side and beginning to… drip.  

Her golden skin heaved with ecstacy, the curves of her slender form blurring as the thin sheet of sexual sweat began to glisten in a new way.  Emily gasped when she realized she could see the outline of the tub-sized pot through Tanya’s form…

“Oh… fuck yes… oh… fuck… lick me up… I want to be… tasted…” Tanya murmured as her head grew transparent, golden globes swelling at the bottom of her ears like jewelry before it fell from to be reabsorbed by her shoulders.  Bit by bit she lost definition, inches of thick, viscous gold pooling up at the bottom of the container.  Her other arm slipped into her side and her thrusting hips began to sink into the puddle she was becoming.  Her lithe form still wriggled as it slipped away, filling the air with a decadent, sweet auroma.  

Tanya bit her lip in delight, only for her lips to flow into each other, sealing her mouth shut.  Her thighs flowed into the growing pool, until her wriggling toes touched its viscous surface and never reformed.  At last her head sank into the pool, eyes shut closed in expectant excitement.

The tech removed the rod, still glistening with Tanya-honey.  “It’ll take a while to get her packaged… I’m thinking we have three dozen jars or so worth of honey.  We can’t let people touch our product before it’s sent out… but I think we can let her friends and colleagues taste what’s on this wand without any fuss.  The magic needs to be primed, that’s what the pill was for, so it shouldn’t affect anyone.”

“Shouldn’t,” Odette agreed… although Emily couldn’t help but notice the vagueness in the word choice.  

Tentatively, one of Emily’s classmates stepped forward and scooped up a morsel of Tanya on one finger, sucking it clean.  Others followed, and after Tanya’s boyfriend Michael got a lick of his former girlfriend (he seemed to enjoy it, even if he’d been stunned uncharacteristically silent during the ordeal), Emily snuck in a taste.  It was amazing.  Fantastic.  Almost unreal… it was sweet and heavy and pure and conjured sensations of happiness, revelry, and excitement…

When the rod was picked clean the Techie slipped it into a sink and got to work packaging Tanya.  Odette waved her arm, “alright, let’s move on.  Plenty more to see.”

The group began to follow her away from the workshop, but Emily lagged behind, casting glances back towards the golden pool of Tanya.  Her thoughts on the matter confused her… and they were suddenly interrupted by a beautiful Asian woman, with colossal pumpkin-sized breasts tugging away at an elegant black gown.

“Enjoy the demonstration?” Mina Noh asked.

“Yes,” Emily replied honestly before she could think better of it.  “I mean… it was so strange… but Tanya seemed to enjoy it…”

Mina looked at her critically, slowly.  Emily couldn’t shake the feeling that Mina was seeing something very real, very important… that she could somehow know more about her than she knew herself.

“Ingredients are all well and good,” she said after a moment, “but I was thinking we might put together something more… elaborate.  A celebration present to all the students who leave here still animate… however many that might be.  It’d be something tasty, enjoyed by dozens of people… we’d just need the right ingredients…”


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Two departments over and three floors up, another small group of students stepped from an elevator to be greeted by Ms. Naeda.

“Ah, hello!  My name is Miyu Nakamur” the woman said, softly curtseying to the students… or making a gesture as close to a curtsey as her body would allow.

At first glance, she seemed like a beautiful woman from eastern Asia, maybe Japan or Nippon.  Soft, inviting features combined with striking jade almond-shaped eyes and long black hair to make her smile disarming and her presence instantly appreciated.  She wore a grey business suit and an accompanying short skirt, and would have looked every bit the professional businesswoman if it weren’t for the pert, soccer ball-sized breasts straining against her conservative blouse.  

The appealing lips, inviting eyes, generous curves, and phenomenal breasts drew attention away, if just for a second, from her more unusual features, but before anyone could speak a long, flat tongue shot from between her lips.  It extended a good eight inches from her face, its forked tip waving up and down for an instant before it shot back into her mouth.  Her smile grew greater, more sincere; she was evidently pleased with something she had ‘smelled’.  

But the tongue wasn’t Miyu’s only unusual aspect.  From beneath the hem of her short skirt her body continued in a long, slowly tapering serpentine tail, jade-green scales stretching to the floor and then back again, winding away for over fifteen feet behind her.  A brilliant crisscross violet pattern repeated down her spine.

“I’m the chief researcher of this division.  We’re one of the experimental branches, investigating new products and services,” she explained as she gestured the group down the hallway, past a sign that read RD Division Four.

“Do they make people like you here?” Tim asked from the group before thinking better about it.  He grimaced, silently cursing himself for his poor wording.

But Miyu only laughed, “no, my modifications are handeled elsewhere.  Just because I don’t work it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it… you really should swing on by if you get the chance.  Justine can work wonders in the augmentation division.   Here, well, here we handle other things…”

The hallway opened up into a room with a half-dozen floor-to-ceiling glass containment cells, each part terrarium and part laboratory beaker.  Expensive looking equipment was rigged to each station, with special precautions given to the five foot by three foot hinged panel that seemed to be the only way into or out of the device.  Inside, each container had a twelve foot wide hexagonal opening, line with panels of some soft material.  

But, oddest of all, three of the six containers had seven naked women inside them, all in the midst of a very passionate, engrossing orgy.  None of the women in those containers paid the touring group any notice.  Of the three other containers, one held only six similarly naked women engaged in a somewhat lighter bout of play, not so invested that they couldn’t stop and wave at the passing students, one redhead within blowing kisses to the college boys before returning her mouth to her neighbor’s breast.  On the furthest side of the room, the remaining two chambers seemed partially filled with a churning pink fluid.  Five women were passionately entangled in one, bobbing in and out of the stuff, while the final just had pool of the churning pink stuff.

“What are you making in here?” Gabriella asked, placing a hand on one of the glass walls, gazing onto the orgy within.

“Harlot’s Blush!” Miyu exclaimed, slithering over to a counter by one of the terminals.  “It took a lot of time to perfect the formula, but Harlot’s Blush is the last perfume you’ll ever need!”  The bottle was small, no larger than a few ounces.  Its crystal form was cast in the shape of a woman reclining on a heart, back arched over its top curves, lounging legs spread for one hand to dip into the cleft of her pussy.  Inside the crystal vial the familiar pink fluid seemed to roil and flow, moved by some unseen force.

“I thought that looked familiar,” one of the girls in the group whispered.  Amily was one of the richest girls on campus, and while her delicate features and long red hair made her quite attractive, she hadn’t really opened up until this last year.  She’d been bookish her first semester, but now there was scarcely a party she didn’t attend… and scarcely a night when she slept by herself.

“Ah, yesss…” Miyu said, tasting the air infront of Amily, making the young woman blush.  “Harlot’s Blush is one of our most expensive products.  Every vial has to be made from seven lusty volunteers, processed over the course of seven days,” she gestured towards the tanks, “this is our current batch.  Each chamber is treated with specially mixed and enchanted oils, heightening pleasure and desire and priming the ultimate transformation.  It happens slowly, over the course of a full week… fatigue fades away, touching becomes more sensual, the flavor of your lovers more intense… three days in, and nothing else matters.

“By the fifth day,” she gestured towards the container half full of bubbling pink liquid, “the constant intercourse reaches a crescendo, and begins to rework their bodies into raw sexual essence.  This makes the amorous experiences more… intense, as our volunteers mix and merge themselves together, directly feeling not only their own lust but that of their partners.  By the seventh day,” she gestured towards the subtly roiling tank, “human forms are gone entirely, and they’re ready to be compressed and drained into their new home,” she tapped the small bottle of perfume gently as a punctuation.

With delicate, practiced motions she rubbed the crystal breasts on the bottle, only to be rewarded by a sudden puff of subtle, sweet vapor from the cleft of the bottle’s pussy onto the nearest students in the group.  Amily received the full force of the perfume’s familiar effects, closing her eyes and blushing scarlet as memories and desires crept up into her.  

“Harlot’s Blush is a perfume that harnesses that sexual energy.  It’s a powerful aphrodisiac, boosting both the wearer’s libido and empowering the desires of those who smell it.  Like any good perfume, the effects are subtle but powerful.  It’s certain to result in exciting times… and best of all, because the essences of the seven subjects are constantly intermingling and engaging each other, the actual volume of the final product never changes!  One vial will last a life-time, at least!”

“What kind of… um… ingredients, I guess… er, do you use?” asked Caitlyn, a shy willowy girl who had been trying to stay quiet, and had been failing to mask her fascination over the lesbian orgies around her.

“Ah, we need special volunteers for this product, I’m afraid,” Miyu replied, slithering over to talk to the girl more personally.  She was keenly aware that Amily had begun wandering towards one of the six containers.  “Because this magic works so closely with raw essences, it needs to have particularly… lustful people.  Most of our subjects are adventurous, and have worked as call-girls or prostitutes in the past… although…” she cast a sly glance at Amily, still transfixed on the six volunteers within, “sometimes you can just… smell that right, lustful abandon in someone who’s done an excellent job concealing it.”

Caitlyn brought her hand over her mouth and gasped, cathing on to Miyu’s meaning.  Most of the group didn’t, too busy staring or trying hard not to stare at the six containers around the room.  

“Lame that you only take girls for this stuff,” a guy named Taylor said.  Miyu smiled and shifted her reptilian bulk, slithering and coiling over her tail to half-circle around him, studying him.  He had a well-kept beard, with connecting sideburns, a hipster mustache, and an eyebrow piercing.  Miyu could imagine him playing guitar on the campus green, and her forked tongue could smell the energy within him.  

“Girls make for malleable ingredients,” she said, leaning in a tad closer to him than she needed to, “they just work better with magic… and tend to be more fun to work with.  Of course, just because you’re born male doesn’t mean we can’t use you.  I always carry a handful of little pink pills in my pocket.  They’re quick and dirty transgender aids, a powerful spell that over-emphasizes female aspects in the conversion, just a tad.  If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to give you one, free of charge… of course, they’re designed to be primers, and they make their subjects more susceptible to magical spells for the day or so after their change… but the tour’s just beginning, after all…”

Miyu’s attention instantly switched to a muffled ‘umph!’.  She and most of the group turned their head to find its source; Amily had stumbled through the unlocked door into the sixth perfume vat, the one with only six prior volunteers.

“I was wondering when someone would do that,” Miyu happily chirped.  She wriggled her fingers casting an old, familiar spell, and the shocked Amily’s casual jeans and tank-top began to dissolve and unravel, leaving her nude inside the glass cylinder.

“Aren’t you going to get her out of there?” Caitlyn asked, looking from her classmate to Miyu and back again.

“No can do,” Miyu said, matter-of-factly.  “The locks are these containers automatically engage once they’re fully stocked.  The seventh girl for this batch was running late, but since your friend decided to push on the entry-panel, both the locking mechanism and spells in play have identified her as the seventh.  It’s a slow process now, but it’s inevitable.”  Her tongue flashed in and out again, savoring the air about her, “besides, she’ll make such an excellent batch, it’d be criminal to try and stop it now.  Come along; there’s still a lot to see here!” she began waving the group away from the containers, away from Amily, and while doing so she made sure to slip a small, pink pill into Taylor’s hand.

Amily couldn’t believe they were leaving her.  She just wanted to get a close look… she loved the perfume, after all, and getting to see how it was made… well, she just had to get close… and then she leaned on the entry hatch… and now…

One of the other girls in the vat lounged against, pressing warm cantaloupe sized breasts against and kissing her ear.  “Welcome to the bottle,” she purred.

Another woman, a latina with curves to die for, began to rub a richly scented oil onto Amily’s naked thigh.  She could feel them permeate her, carrying the enchantment into her body… and it somehow made her even hornier than she already was.  

“Just relax,” cooed a tall, almost Amazonian blonde as she crept over to Amily, “do what comes naturally,” she said before placing her lips over Amily’s pussy.

Amily gasped and the Latina silenced her with a deep, enkindling kiss.  Amily found herself returning it with equal passion as her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the wriggling, warm mesh of bodies.  Delicious heat, soft tits and ass, gently stroking arms and hot searching tongues… and in seven days, Amily thought, she’d be perfume with them.  She decided to enjoy it, surrendering to her passions and pouring herself into the feeling, tasting, touching… and hoping she’d make some shy girl as happy and horny as her bottle of Harlot’s Blush made her.