Grace woke up. Her head was pounding.

"My goodness, what did I....uuuurg... why can't I get up?"

She dug her elbows into her mattress to lift her head and look at herself, and realized she was on the floor, resting on some sort of yoga mat. She was weighed down by her own two mammoth breasts, barely contained by her nightgown and covering most of the mattress. Not only were they huge...

They were pulsing to a beat?

Grace knew she could do some strange things, but this had her rubbing her forehead. "What in blazes did I do last night..."

"Hey everyone! She's awake!"

"Woooooo!"

Grace blinked, then panicked. "There's a PARTY in my tits?! Emi!!! Come quick, I need a hand!"

Her boobs shook, wobbling in the air. This was different than the pulsing when she first woke up though.

In fact, it felt familiar. Grace held her chest to steady it. "This... feels like Emi shaking me to get up? Wait...Emi??? Are you in there?"

* * *

The previous day was a TF League Race day, meaning the evening opened with a classic after-race party. Grace's team, the Toy Tinkerers, were hosting, and as usual for these gatherings, things were a little wild.

Grace was mingling with her guests to ensure everyone was fed when she heard her girlfriend Emi's voice shout from across the room.

"FUCK!"

It wasn't too uncommon for Emi to be upset at losing bets and party games. Grace hurried over knowing that meant one thing - she absolutely had to see what mess Emi was about to end up in...or as.

*Oh I hope it's Scarlett melting her. Or maybe Yuki might splatter her! Or Kari can make an an ice sculpture oh her and I can make an ice sculpture or...aaah. It's Zoe.*

Her hopes were dashed when she saw the buxom woman. Not because Zoe wasn't exquisite at her craft. Not because Zoe was ever too cruel with her demands.

Grace sighed, because she knew Emi could not stand the tan bombshell getting the better of her, and she would be hearing about it for days.

Still, they waved to each other. "Hi Zoe!"

Zoe gave that devilish grin that meant she had a sexy plan. Grace felt her heart skip a beat, Emi or not Zoe was good at what she did, but she kept her composure for Emi's sake.

"Why hello Grace. Emi just lost another round and I was trying to think of what to do with her. Seeing you gives me the perfect idea!"

Zoe plunged her arm between her breasts and produced an unusually large blender from hammer space. She placed it on the counter, flipped open the top. Without looking she stretched her arm an extra 2 feet to grab Emi by her collar as she tried to run away.

"Come on Emi, you know the rules."

The goth girl looked at Grace and pleaded. "Come on, you've gotta help me. I've only been solid a few minutes tonight!"

Zoe didn't wait for the response, lifting Emi up and jamming her face first into the pitcher. "Should have thought about that before calling me an inflated know-nothing at the game table. Now you get to see how full they are."

"Hey!"

*SQUIIIIISH*

Emi's top half easily compressed into the jar, but that was all that fit. the rest of her mass went to her huuuuuge pale skinned butt, now quivering on top with two comparatively small kicking legs. She was clearly fighting inside her glass prison, but only succeeded in making Grace stare at her ass, barely contained by black panties exposed by a flipped up skirt.

"Grace!"

Zoe sighed, hands on hips and shaking her head at Emi's butt with a smile. "My my, someone's been eating too many of Grace's sweets."

Grace giggled, thinking to herself, *I am the sweets!*

Still, Grace knew something had to be done. Their honor as the hosts hinged on Emi getting gooped, so Grace stepped up and slammed her hands into Emi's doughy rear end. "Come on dear, be a good hostess and accept your mistakes."

Emi's tone was much less angry feeling Grace's touch. "Oooooh come oooooon! No fair!"

Grace was steadily kneading the rest of Emi into the jar, reducing everything outside to two oversized cheeks. "Come on, just squish in and it'll all be-"

Grace blinked and almost missed Zoe grabbing Emi's stray thread.

*STREEEEEETCH*

"EEEEEEP!"

*SQUOOOOOOSH*

*KER-TUMBLE*

Emi's squished body seized up like a pineapple, squares of flesh oozing through her fishnet clothing. Zoe ripped those fishnets through her with little effort, turning Emi into a colorful pile of cubes filling the pitcher.

Grace licked her lips, forgetting herself for a moment. It was late enough in the party she supposed, inhibitions were fading. Someone would start something big soon and then everyone would be one gooey mess anyway...but maybe that shy she knew she needed to get Emi back in one piece.

"Did you have to do that to her Zoe? She's a lot of fun to play with."

Zoe shrugged and slammed the lid on the blender. "Maybe, but I'm getting thirsty."

*CLICK*

*BZZZZZZZZ*

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Emi's disembodied eyes got one last look at Grace and the machine roared to life. The pile of cubes formed from Emi's body swirled into a colorful liquid, with her eyes still visible spinning around. In two seconds, Emi went from thick booty to thick delicious smoothie.

Grace couldn't help but laugh at her girlfriend's temporary fate, even knowing she had to get her restored. "Okay Zoe, thanks for teaching Emi about appliances. Can I take her to the back for more desserts and-"

Zoe was already shaking her finger "no no no" and removing the lid. "Nah, this party has gone on too long, and Emi did insist there was nothing in these." Zoe gently smacked the side of her breasts, making her whole chest tantalizingly bounce. "Now she gets to see first hand these are quite real."

"Zoe I don't think-"

*GULP!*

Before Grace could object, Zoe drank Emi. It only took a few gulps, though every ounce of Emi-shake expanded Zoe's already always huge breasts another two cup sizes. They surged out, straining against Zoe's shirt, pressing against the fabric and letting everyone know Zoe was ready to have some real fun.

"Aaaaaah...she does taste good. So Grace, double or nothing? I hear bakers taste extra sweet."

Grace eventually realized she was staring. She pushed her hair out of her face to recover, noticing she felt extra soft when she did. *Crud, I'll never hear the end of it from Emi if I melt watching Zoe Reyes of all people make her tits big off of us. Uuuuh...*

Grace coughed to clear her throat, more to check she could sound normal before responding. "First of all, you missed some. Please don't make me go hunting for Emi's missing pieces later."

Zoe pushed her heaving chest aside and looked at the fleshy cubes scattered on the floor. "Of you're right! I can’t let any of her get away that easy."

Zoe leaned over to check for any bits of Emi she missed, and her oversized breasts spilled out the top of her shirt.

*BYYYOOOOOING*

She stretched her arms to grab her assets before the completely escaped her shirt, then calmly knealed. She worked on kneading her breasts back into her shirt while looking for stray bits of Emi. Not seeing any, she still gave Grace an exaggerated wink. "Sorry love, I think she's all in here. Want to join her?"

Grace's eyes jumped out at huge sizes seeing this, finally losing control from Zoe's teasing. Each eye was the size of a fist, leaving their sockets to get a close up of Zoe's assets. When they snapped back, Grace fell backwards and exploded in a poof of floury white dust. When it cleared, all that remained of her was a Grace colored pile of cake mix in a red mixing bowl with a sign sticking out of the mix. It had the logo of Grace's bakery and a sign that read "Instant Grace, just make wet."

Zoe finished up and looked over to the baker. "What's this? Cake mix? Don't tell me your brain's cooked already."

Grace's mind came back dizzy. *Oooooh noooo...I was so focused on not melting I turned into dry ingredients instead!*

She fought to regain her senses for Emi's sake, forcing some of her flour shape to form an arm. She lifted it above the bowl and stirred herself back to normal, quickly blending the flour and bowl together, before spiraling them up and glooping back together.

She took a deep breath, Zoe still standing before her with huge breasts down to her hips, looking at Grace like a chef looks at ingredients.

No choice, if I fail I'll ask least look good.

Grace nodded pretending her face wasn't burning red. "Okay then. As long as you're carrying Emi around, can you help me in the kitchen? I needed Emi's help with the, uh...puff pastries."

Zoe smiled, licking her lips. "Of course! You know for a second I thought I would get to bake a Grace cake."

She turned and walked to the kitchen, breasts heaving with each step. Grace followed, willing her body to hold together, especially when Zoe had to squeeze herself through the doorway.

Once inside Grace started looking for what appliances she still had out. *I need a bowl, a mixer, anything to reduce Zoe to a gooey mess. Why didn't Emi help clean things...up..."

"Oh Grace?" Zoe turned, still full of Emi, holding two bottles of chocolate syrup. "Does Emi have any problems being covered in chocolate?" Zoe then casually emptied the bottles onto her exposed cleavage.

Grace took a deep breath. Despite her efforts to stay calm, her eyes were seeing Zoe shimmer and turn into a shortcake with the biggest strawberries ever. She knew it was a trick, as a chef she knew the desert island hotdog gag better than most, but still...

Grace lifted her hands and stretched her fingers. "I LOVE strawberry shortcake..."

Zoe was, of course, not a strawberry. *So that's what she's thinking. How interesti- Whoops gotta move!*

Grace lunged at Zoe, arms out and mouth open ready to eat her dessert. Zoe spun to the side to dodge the clumsy and lust driven woman, spinning all the way around to slam her bean bag tits into Grace.

Sending her flying at the oven with her mouth side open. Grace didn't have time to react and...

*WHAM*

*GULP*

Grace was lost to her instincts. She never had a chance to react to the strawberries swinging around to smack her in the rump. She was about to eat delicious Zoe and Emi, instead she was about to swallow her oven.

A big oven.

Grace's body stretched around the 3 foot cube, transforming her from petite baker to massive box. Her shoulders stretched, her curves expanded into rigid corners, and with one last loud rubber creak...

*POP*

The red haired woman was now a red knobbed oven with Grace's face on the top of her front door. Her knobs and stove tops looked like the base of her hair tails. The lower utility drawer featured the pleats of her skirt. Maybe most attractive to Zoe and Grace's other overnight guests though, the bottom of the door very much looked like a keyhole cut on top of her shirt, making the oven glass a literal boob window.

"HAH!" Zoe doubled over laughing, now lying down on top of her tits on the floor as if they were a bed. "Well well well, looks like the baker really did worship the oven too much."

*CLANG*

Zoe's laughter stopped when the Grace-oven's door started opening and closing, making a loud metal clang. "You know Zoe, I have to thank you for snapping me out of that. You DO look delicious. And if you think this is my first time being transformed into an oven."

*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*

*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Grace opened her front door, and cranked up her heat. The small blast of flame wasn't as strong as a real oven, so Zoe was not instantly burned to a crisp. It was still hot enough to soften Zoe up, making her massive form melt and drag on the floor, reducing the sexy hyper inflated woman to more of a giant blob of Zoe flesh. Her legs melted like candles, pouring into layered tan puddles of goo until her black skirt flowed across its surface. Her huge breasts spread on the ground, holding together mostly from their sheer size, though the drops of flesh colored sweat dripping down made her look deflated compared to a moment ago.

For once, Zoe looked surprised. "Nice trick. How have I never seen this one before?"

Oven Grace rolled towards Zoe, eyes sizing up her prize. "Please Zoe. There's a reason I'm the best baker in town."

Zoe's melting face grinned as its shape spread across her body. "Oh I get it! Because as an oven you can bake things and-EEP!"

*CREEEEEEAK*

*SLUUUUUUURP*

"Oooooo!!!"

*SLAM*

Grace's door opened all the way, and she slid into Zoe. There was a wet splat sound as about a third of Zoe was jammed inside, the rest of her melting body comically jammed up against the door. Zoe's eyes rolled back, feeling her body get squished together while losing all consistency as she flowed into Grace. A wet splash noise, and a door slam later, and Zoe finished falling apart into Grace's "mouth."

Dials spun on Grace's face. her window glowed red from the heat, and her eyes looked up to think. She rolled through the kitchen aimlessly, resembling stumbling after getting up too fast. "Oooooooh...she's too filling. I might have made a mistake."

"Mistake?! Holy crap Grace that was awesome!!!"

Grace jumped with a metal clang and a muffled splash. The new voice surprised her. She wasn't expecting to be caught in the act of baking in this form. "Who go-...oh, hello Yuki."

The short Asian woman of the Ratpack was jumping up and down, staring at Grace. "Can you make a cake out of her?"

The corners of oven-Grace sagged, approximating a frown. "Actually, she already ate Emi, so I thought with the filling..."

Grace focused and rumbled.

*DING*

Grace's eyes opened wide, her door swung open, and she coughed. A tray of Zoe colored pastries, flew out onto the counter next to Yuki.

Naturally the energetic woman ran over to see. "Oooo! These look great! Mostly Zoe tan colored with black licorice swirls, with globs of Emi-hot-pink hair filling oozing out the top! Fantastic!"

Yuki ran a finger through some of the icing and licked it up. "They taste great! Oh I've got an idea! Can you do that again?"

Grace's metal box of a body creaked and sighed. "I mean...I guess? I am a baker, but doing that uses a lot of energy and-"

"Stay there stay there! I'm grabbing Lily!"

Yuki dashed away with a puff of smoke.

Grace blinked. "Wait, what are you???"

*POOF*

*SCREEEEEEEEEEACH*

Yuki returned with the usually much more stoic Lily. Usually, except this party was hours old. And when Lily loosened up, she had a reputation not unlike a certain melty red head.

"See Lily, I told you! Grace ate Zoe and made donuts!"

Lily's jaw dropped to the floor. Her tongue rolled out after it, rolling around the kitchen and stopping right next to Grace. "Does that mean she can make you into cookies?"

Yuki grinned. "Who said anything about mixing me into cookies, sweet thing?"

Lily shook her head and tried to pull herself back together. "Wait, then what are you-"

Yuki quickly pulled her tree trunk out of her shirt, and gave Lily a big swing in the back. Lily briefly flattened out against it, before flying straight into Grace.

"ACK!"

*CLANG*

*SPLOOOOOSH*

Grace rattled around with a stupefied look in her eyes, with Lily purple splashed against the inside of her oven door. After about ten seconds, *DING * she once again coughed up a tray of baked goods. This time, purple cookies topped with sword-shaped flesh and black colored sprinkles.

Grace needed a minute to recover. Her eyes were still spinning in her oven eye sockets. "Really Yuki? Give a girl a minute to reheat."

Yuki shrugged, then took a bite out of her girlfriend and team mate. "Hey, she knows what we likes." She ravenously nommed through half the Lily cookies like a monster, fattening herself up quite a bit Her small athletic build rapidly billowed out to a 4 foot tall bean bag chair of a woman. Once she finished growing, she stepped towards Grace while licking her fingers and looked inside. Much to the baker's surprise, her oven body fired up on its own.

Yuki laughed. "Can't wait to bake me next?"

Grace gasped, enjoying the feeling of power inside her but not certain she was ready for what was coming. "Wait, really? You know not all the drinks just bake off when you're in there right? I need a minute."

Yuki shrugged then ripped off her clothes like they were paper. She wore a skimpy bikini underneath, apparently expecting something to happen. She rubbed the side of the oven, like she was pinching a cheek. "Oh Gracie, just promise me a lava cake. I want Lily to stay inside me!"

"Yuki wait!"

*CLANG*

*FWOOOOSH*

Ignoring the objections, Yuki rolled in. Grace was breathing heavy now, feeling her kitchen appliance body again deal with baking two friends at once. It felt wonderful, but she was getting a little dizzy from all the effort. Still, she was nothing if not a good hostess, and as long as she was stuck in this shape her guests would get to be the desserts they wanted.

*DING*

*COUGH*

She heard a few more voices coming in. Amber's blond hair waving for the others to follow her in. She could see Kara and Bella and Tracy wondering in the back, sampling the new blue and green frosted cake with decorative purple swords on top.

*It's that phase of the party I guess. No use fighting it.*

Grace took a breath to collect herself and call out to everyone. "If you're all about to make requests, could someone at least get this girl a drink? I'm sure everyone would prefer a rum cake!"

The last thing Grace could remember was a cheer as the rest of the party ran in. They gave her more than a few drinks, some hard and some extra sugary. Her guests knew "Graced with Sugar" was her shop name for a reason and they knew what she liked. She was growing hotter and hotter as more guests willingly jumped into her. Some even managed to restore after a friend ate half of them and come back for round two. She could swear she saw Emi again at some point...

She lost track of the time. It must have been hours.

*HISSSSSS*

*PLOP*

*Mmmm...it's getting hot in here even for me...*

Grace could feel the base of her body starting to spread. Transformed into an oven is one thing, but she was still human. She wasn't built to withstand 2000 degrees without melting into a massive puddle of red head.

*But that's a problem for future Grace...now what else can I make tonight?*

* * *

Somehow solid but still trapped under mounds of her own flesh, Grace sighed. "How the heck did this happen? I figured I wouldn't be an oven when I woke up but....ugh, what did you do Past Grace?!"

Emi's voice finally responded her inside. *About time you got up silly. The floor is really groaning from your wrecking ball tits.*

Grace frowned. *I really don't want to ask. Not that you probably can't sense that anyway. How are you inside me and how...I mean...what is...?*

Naturally, Emi answered anyway. *One, you ate me after smashing me into bite sized mochi for the fourth time. Some of me is still on the counter.*

Grace looked up at the kitchen island as best she could. Indeed, there were Emi colored balls of dessert, some with bites in them.

Grace felt her face burning and blushing, but Emi continued. *Yeah, that was wild even after you melted off the oven you kept going. But then...well, look closer at our boobs quaking.*

Grace did. For the first time since waking up, she realized they were pulsing to a beat. "Are those bars... that weaving motion... how ever did they..."

Emi's voice laughed. *You be surprised us all with what you'll do on a dare from Jess. Turns out you can eat a Taffy Puller with...never mind. Are you ready for me to help you deal with the guests overstaying their welcome?*

Grace failed to get up against the tremendous tits atop her again, then frowned. "Assuming you can even stay solid around these, then sure."

There was a long pause before Emi thought back. *Look I'm not going to pretend I wasn't a puddle flowing through the party inside you last night.*

"Party INSIDE me?!?!"

*Yeah, it's still going. I think I had enough fun to stay solid around...your...oh wow I can feel them now...*

Grace sighed. "Whatever. Get out here and...uuuugh!" Grace grunted trying to lift herself up again. "We're getting water too. I think I have a hangover."

Grace sensed Emi's acceptance when she felt her body shifting. Emi melded further into her being, bringing out a few streaks of Emi's hot pink in her hair. Tight fish nets knit around her bloated arms and thicc thighs.

Grace smiled at the sensations. It was a brief moment of fun this morning for her, feeling flesh shifting around to make room for Emi's desired form, which today meant two more arms and a second head on their shoulders.

*POP*

Em's head leaned over and gave Grace a big kiss. "Mwa! Morning babe!"

Grace turned her neck, breathed in sharply to scold her, then sighed and crossed their upper pair of arms. "It's good to see you again my love. But what in blazes did we do?!"

Emi smiled. "Contain an entire party inside you. I have an idea for solving this though. I've been working on something sort of inspired by watching you rock as an oven."

Grace laughed. "Inspire? Emily dear, you can barely follow my cake mix recipe to restore me after I get mixed up in a bad cooking experiment. I love you, but you're not exactly a baker yet, though I can help-"

Emi put one of their fingers on Grace's lips. "Gee thanks for the vote of confidence. I know that though sweetie, that's why I worked on what every chef needs - someone to do the dishes. First I need to finish getting out of here, although ..."

Grace felt Emi take control of all their arms, placing all four hands against their titanic tits to massage them. She blushed. "Mmmm...Really Emi? With everyone still here? How scandalous."

Emi sighed, her face beat red. "Don't pretend you don't enjoy this too. Anyway..."

Emi took her pair of arms and lifted theirselves off the floor again, this time with success. Their breasts were still huge, feeling like oversized water balloons, but their combined energy was enough to stand.

Grace hefted her chest. "So my boobs are still bouncing. And...oh dear I can feel the taffy puller now."

Emi nodded. "I could play with these and with you all day, but let's get going before someone gets the bright idea to make this fusion party bigger. I left Zoe a melted mess in there but she never stays down for long."

Grace knew that look on Emi's face, betraying a mischievous statement. "You, besting Zoe? What ever did you do to her?"

Emi winked. "After we fix you up, I'll show you. Also...don't look now, but you knocked out our room mate."

Grace looked under their body. Flattened into a wide rectangle on the floor was Trinity, blue hair and purple pants completely obliterated by Grace's oversized baker body. Trinity was clearly stunned unconscious, eyes left as spirals from being trapped under Grace.

"I thought the floor felt too comfortable. However did she get there?"

Emi laughed. "She tried to get us to quiet down during the third round of baking. I really only remember you tossing pieces of me into your mouth and falling back onto her. Help me pick her up, we should to restore her too."

Emi helped Grace support their body on the countertop where they also tossed Trinity. Then she extracted herself from their fused form, gooey trails coming out of Grace as her arms and fishnets split off and Grace's body readjusted. Standing as her own independent woman again, Emi cracked her neck and looked herself over. "I love being part of that sweet body babe, but it's also good to be myself again for a moment."

She felt her own enlarged breasts. "With a little extra too."

Grace raised an eyebrow at that. "You stealing my mass now?"

Emi stuck her tongue out. "Whatever you baked Zoe into was high in sugar. And we both had our fill yesterday."

Grace's face turned beat red, thinking about the fact she technically ate everyone there while she was an oven. She raised her hands to her mouth to stifle a laugh. That gave Emi the opening to shove Grace into the work table.

Grace rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming. "Careful back there, don't lose your-EEP!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIISH!*

"Oooooh!"

Grace never even saw Emi grab the rolling pin. She felt her let's get squished against the table, even if only part way. They were chubby enough to spread wide from edge to edge even while staying 3 inches thick, with an extra thin sheet of whatever remained of Trinity stuck to her backside.

Emi smacked the rolling pin against her hand, content to only make one pass to keep Grace in place. "There. Now, what I hear you did to the oven? Watch this..." She paused, thinking about it a moment. "Just...don't tell anyone else about it. This whole kitchen appliance stuff, and doing it around so many people, is a little..."

Grace smiled. "You just got through having a party inside of me. I don’t think it gets any bigger of a deal than that." She peeled her head up as she was asked, and looked around the kitchen. "What's your plan deary? And thanks for putting the oven back."

“Thanks.” Emi smirked, feeling confident from Grace’s words about what came next. “I'm getting better at cleaning up after you. So much though..."

Grace watch Emi charge up a run, legs spinning beneath her. She ran, opened her mouth, and Grace noticed she was running at the dish washer.

*BWOMP*

*CLANG**

Emi's body stretched and twisted around the appliance, morphing her body in strange ways. A few Emi colored cubes popped off her form as the last of her limbs were sucked in, something Grace always smiled at from her fish net wearing girlfriend. In moments, Emi was as much a giant cube as Grace was the night before.

Emi the washer hopped out from the counter and over to the table where Grace was. "Now, hop in. I figure with enough centrifugal force from my spinning and controlling the heat from the wash and steam drying cycles I can separate everyone by monitoring their individual melting points and using the filters to keep the girls separated, and that's before accounting for everyone's preferred shape and what our friends will try to restore into but I'll try to direct them to the right rows and-MMMPH!"

Grace, even if double her height and width while 3 inches thick and looking like a ridiculous gingerbread cookie of herself, grabbed Emi's hot pink handlebar and threw her mouth open. "I get it, we'll get split up in the wash, I'm jumping in so I don't crumble before you finish your lecture."

She slammed Emi's door shut, and Emi immediately felt herself rumble to life. She felt Grace get tossed around once or twice before she sounded much less solid, and more like a mass of liquid splashing around.

"Good to know the melting step worked. Now, we wait..."

* * *

It was a long cycle. Emi actually fell asleep while running, just happy to have a physical form again. Their washer was actually pretty quiet, so it was easy to fall asleep.

So much she almost didn't notice Brook walking in.

Their room mate walked in wearing her pajamas, yellow fabric with a pattern of steamrollers through the ages printed on them. From her pacing, and her closed eyes, Emi could tell she wasn't exactly awake.

"Uuuuh, morning Brook? Are you sleepwalking, or-Eep!"

Brook, without opening her eyes, opened the Emi dishwasher in the middle of the room. "I need to tell Grace the dishwasher's talking again. That's the fifth time this week. Oven was yapping at me earlier too." She covered her mouth and yawned. "Need a bowl..."

Inside Emi was a collection of colorful strange dishes. Two huge black wine glasses with yellow trim that must have been novelty size, each with black braids running down the stems. A yellow and pink ice cream bowl with raised bananas lining the side. Black and purple knives that looked suspiciously like tiny swords. Thick wooden green and blue mugs. A large red and cream colored pyrex cake pan with red handles that looked like hair. The list went on.

Brook's prize, however, was a large blue and purple cereal bowl. Unlike the other dishes that were just enjoying the sauna, this one seemed panicked.

"Brook! You've gotta get us out of here! Emi turned herself into a dishwasher and now I'm a damn cereal bowl again! Get me out of here before I melt down, I'm not meant for the heated drying cycle and-MMMF!"

Trinity the bowl was silenced by Brook placing a hand over her mouth. "Quiet cereal bowl. I told you yesterday, don't talk over the TV."

She closed the door to Emi's laughing face, walking out with an angry bowl. "Thanks for helping me practice Trinity! Now how do I get out of this..."

Emi started rocking back and forth to change back when she heard her dishes rattle inside her. Strangely, Emi understood them. “Really? If you liked it that much guess I can run one more cycle...”