Chapter III

    Cecelia had been especially crafty in the moment, as if a mechanism kicked on within her mind to keep her from stressing out about the upcoming rendezvous.

    She knew she’d have to set some food out to entertain her guests. Curling her right hand into a fist it grew and reshaped, caving in once it reached the size of a softball. It opened up into a bowl, which then reclosed on itself when Cecelia shut her eyes and concentrated hard.

    The shuffling and shimmying inside the now-balled bowl had her a little aroused. She could feel the curling, the hardening, and the intricate sculpting of cashews, almonds and walnuts inside the bowl she wasn’t even looking into. And it just kept happening as if Cecelia were a manufacturing plant packing them up. When she ruptured the bowl for a second time to detach it from her wrist, she had redesigned it into one made of glass. She rested it on a large board and proceeded to taste an almond. Perfect, she thought. I taste just perfect... I... I am absolutely perfect.

    Cecelia idly mumbled to herself as she brainstormed what else she might need. After a few moments, she opted not to grow her right hand back, instead morphing a granny smith apple from her left. Once she removed the apple she placed it on the board, extended her wrist, twisted it into a ball, and reshaped the ball into another apple. And another and another.

    She took some moments to praise herself once she had four fine apples on the tray: “I fucking love my powers.”

    Seeing as time had become limited, Cecelia continued dressing the platter without the assistance of her malleability. After growing her hand back, she cut up sticks of celery, peeled mandarin oranges, and assembled a plate of carrots around a dish of ranch dip. Then she grabbed large chip bowls from the cabinet near her and proceeded to stock them with tortilla chips, potato chips, and Cheetos Puffs.

    The platter and chips were then set on the table. In the kitchen she organized a selection of liquors with tumblers and wine glasses around the display. Swiveling her head a full 180° to check the time, she decided she could squeeze in one more arrangement.

    Shutting the cabinets that had been accessed to retrieve the chip bowls, she reached into another one with a rubbery arm, pulling out a small glass board. Placing it in front of her she threw her shirt off and undid her bra. Taking deep breaths to ease into the changes, Cecelia focused on the sensations she wanted to experience.

    Her breasts began to jiggle and perk, rising up on her chest just slightly. Their round profiles curved along their perimeters, turning textured and hilly but keeping their softness, at least for now.

    Cecelia bit her lip and huffed in pleasure as her boobs pulled themselves inward, flattening on the bottom and slightly caving in on the top. They quivered a little more as they lost all their milk, her fat overtaking her glands completely before gelatinizing within her and changing her rack’s complexion to a translucent blue. With two quiet popping sounds, the newly formed jelly desserts were plucked from Cecelia’s chest by her left hand only; she’d chosen not to regenerate her right. She placed them on the glass board but now she wanted more...

    Aroused by the spawning of the two smaller desserts, she decided she’d shift the rest of her body into a larger one while she awaited her guests. She started to change once she’d plated the sweets and removed the remainder of her clothes, her morph initiating with delicious ecstasy. Her tender, elastic sex wavering in anticipation and arousal, Cecelia fell to her knees and doubled over, squishy liquid sounds filling the room as her body’s parts started to coalesce. She moaned euphorically as her head slipped inside her shrinking, shuddering body, a cry of delight in the air until her eyes closed and her lips folded into nothingness.

    Cecelia’s ass and thighs underwent a sensitivity overdrive as she assimilated them into the jiggling treat. They stretched and shifted against each other, the warm action causing the shapeshifter’s reddening skin to moisten up. By now her arms had melted away too, so like the desserts she crafted before, she’d need to be round and bumpy. This was how she sculpted herself as she worked more and more into shape like a piece of clay. Cecelia’s internal parts went wild as she turned them all into gelatin — soon her whole body was in the proper figure. With an inward whine of pure bliss, she flattened on the bottom and bored out a crater in her top to complete the look.

    Slowly her upper half rose and fell.

    Cecelia was almost slumbered by her immeasurable levels of elation from her simple but slowed sweet shifting. She almost forgot to delete her conscience from all the food she’d just produced. It proved to be best that she didn’t succumb to sleep however, as five minutes after she reverted into her standard self and reclothed, the doorbell rang.

    With a creak, she opened up her house to a tall, pudgy man with slightly olive skin and hairy arms. His smile was just as inviting as Cecelia’s welcome and they greeted enthusiastically, the two of them having been tight friends for years now.

    “George! Come on, come on in!” 

Cecelia felt so impressed with herself after shaping this this bowl of nuts from only her hand.