Contains: Willing Cake TF, Willing soft Vore.

Wendying Cake

The new year. 2018 has just finished, and now It’s now January 1st of 2019. Reina sat in her shop at the counter, viewing the display projected from her crystal orb. It displayed her profits she’d made since her opening back in fall.

“Good profits the last few months,” she said to herself “but it’s still not enough for my goals…” She looked over at a picture to the side of her counter, a picture of her family. Two adults, two children. Reina’s eyes focused on one of the children, a young boy - a cheeky grin, winking and making a peace sign, with one arm around a young Reina who had her arms folded in annoyance. “Hang in there, brother.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by her shop bell ringing. She hadn’t expected a customer today, especially given the snow. “Welcome to Good Witch Solutions, good solutions for every good desire.” She spoke cheerily, quickly composing herself.

Her customer was an adult woman, wearing glasses, a perfectly average figure from what she could see. She had a round face with brown hair and brown eyes. Truly just an average brit.

“Um, hello. I have a weird request.” the woman spoke.

“Oh believe me,” Reina gestured to the shelves full of transformed items, everything from action figures to sex toys. “I’m used to it.”

“Well...My name is Wendy, and my brother is having a wedding next week.” she started.

“Congratulations.”

“Right. So I have this thing... kind of a fetish really. It’s so stupid but my brother and his wife already gave me permission so…”

“Speak plainly. I’ve heard some weird things, you have nothing to be ashamed of here.” Reina encouraged.

Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to be the wedding cake.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Reina said nonchalantly and started taking out some parchment, but it was different to her usual contracts. She placed it on the table.

“I heard about this...aren't the contracts a grey paper?”

“Ah, usually they are. But it works differently for food transformations, and the like.”

Wendy just looked at the yellow paper curiously. “This is, in English not latin? And it’s like a waiver?”

“Correct. See, unlike with objects, or animals, when you become food you are consenting to everything that entails. A normal contract doesn’t cover death.”

“W-wait I don’t want to d-”

Reina held her hand up, cutting her off. “Which is where this waiver comes in. Read the bottom part.”

“...In the event the signer of this contract dies, it is the responsibility of the owner of this contract to restore the signer to their body.” Wendy read it, but looked back at Reina cautiously. “I don't get it...”

Reina sighs  “Okay, let me explain how it works.” she summons a seat for Wendy to sit on.

---

January 8th, the Wedding day. Wendy could only see darkness, her hearing was muffled, and her new body felt strange. She remembered signing the waiver contract a week ago, then going to the shop on the 7th to pay and be transformed.

There were the sounds of muffled cheering and people talking all of a sudden, and then she felt a shaking. She was being moved, or rather whatever she was on was moving.

This is it, she thought to herself, I’m a wedding cake at my brother’s wedding. I’m going to be eaten.

She was a little sad to have missed the actual ceremony, but her brother promised he’d have it recorded for her to watch later. He had the same fetish, and supported his sister. Naturally, their parents were not pleased, but that’s not the current focus.

Since she didn’t have ears, she had to rely on vibrations. It meant things were muffled, and now she could barely make out her brother saying something. “...my sister... cake for us... weird but... loves and consents... enjoy her...”

He must’ve told them I was the cake, she thought, that goofball! I told him to keep it a secret! 

Suddenly she felt something, it was a flat thin object separating her body from itself. The knife, I'm being cut. Oh jeez, this is it! They’re going to eat me! She thought with growing excitement and anxiety.

Once the knife had cut part of her into a triangular slice, she felt several pressure points on her separated piece. Their fingers, I can still feel it even though it’s not part of me... she realized that the size of the fingertips holding her were likely a woman’s, meaning that her sister-in-law was getting to taste her first. 

Then she felt something wet pass over the top of her slice, taking part of her with it and making her mind tremble in delight. Oh god, my frosting, she’s licking me. She thought in a moan, and if she had a mouth would have expressed it audibly too.

Then came another slicing of her body, then wetness covering over it as a massaging crushing motion gave her unparalleled bliss. Oh, oh god. Was all Wendy could think in her mind, as the bride ate the cake slice.

Wendy felt herself become squashed and moved, it was tight and wet - as she felt that part of herself slide down the bride’s throat, vanishing into the velvety confines of a hot sticky stomach. She was completely lost in bliss, but the best was yet to come.

As soon as this moment in time - ten seconds that lasted forever - came to an end, she heard her brother speak once more. “...we now... the cake... enjoy it!” came his muffled voice, and then there was the sound of clapping.

---

As the wedding wore on Wendy was lost in a bliss-out. Constant stimulation, in multiple states at once. She could feel the cut of the knife sliding parts of her away painlessly, the fingers of those in attendance caressing her soft and fluffy interior, the tongues and teeth as her parts were licked and consumed.

But her favorite part was feeling the tight wetness, as parts of her were swallowed down into the many stomachs of the party goers. Despite all their hands and teeth feeling different, their stomachs all felt the same. A hot, wet, velvety soft blanket covering parts of her.

She could feel those parts of her tingling pleasantly, growing numb as they digested. Dissolving into nothingness. It should’ve been terrifying, but this was her purpose. She is a wedding cake, and she was serving her role perfectly.

This fact alone added to the bliss she felt, the unending pleasure. Until every part of the cake was gone. The crumbs she felt left were now being washed away, or being picked up by insects to be consumed. This felt good too.

Until at some point Wendy simply stopped feeling. She couldn’t think anymore, she couldn’t feel anymore. She was gone, consumed by all in attendance at the wedding. Mere waste now that her purpose is served. And it was wonderful.

---

“Congratulations, Mark.” said a grown older man with a grey moustache and balding head.

“Thanks dad, today really was special and I’m so glad we were able to find such a lovely lakeside venue for this.” The groom replied.

“You misunderstand me, boy.” the dad growled angrily. “That was sarcasm. How dare you sully this day with your unholy fetishes! And to have them consume my daughter, your SISTER in an act of cannibalism... your mother had to leave the moment your wife took the first bite.”

“Dad...please don’t ruin this day.”

“Ruin?! Wendy is dead! You had her eaten!”

“No, it’s more complicated than that, please you have to understand. Besides, Wendy wanted this.”

“Complicated?! You mean that demonic soul magic that will bring her back?”

“It’s not demonic, but yes.”

“Harrumph!” Mark’s dad flustered in disgust. “There’s no way such a thing is free, Wendy will have lost something. And it will be your fault for tainting her!” he stormed off to comfort his distressed wife in the car.

“You’re right about one thing, it definitely cost a lot. In cash.” Mark simply sighed and looked at his bride. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Oh it’s fine, hun. We knew your parents would feel like this.” she replied, taking his arm in his. “Besides, this is our day and I plan to make you forget all about this incident tonight.” she winked, holding up a potion and tapping it to the emerald necklace she was wearing. “You look hungry after all that cake...”

“Damn, I freaking love you Cecilia.” Mark whispered back.

As the young couple made their way to their limo, receiving final congratulations from their friends, Mark clutched a small necklace inside his pocket. A gold chained thing with a small oval sapphire in the pendant area. A sapphire which was now glowing, and would be dropped off at Reina’s shop the following day.

If Mark remembered, which was not going to be easy, especially since it seems Mark would be enjoying his wife’s “cooking” tonight.