TF (imprinting)

When Louise got back to the apartment, there was no sign of Sophie, her girlfriend. In a corner of the living room was a zafu - a small cushion for meditating - and a small statue of Buddha.

The cushion was empty, but Louise had a feeling the Buddha wasn’t.

Setting the box she had fetched on top of the table, Louise settled down on the cushion and waited. Sure enough, after a minute or so, the Buddha’s eyes flew open.

“What?” the statue said. “I’m meditating.”

“I think maybe you’ve got a little too into meditating,” Louise said. “You’re a Buddha now.”

“Huh?” The statue turned to look at itself. “Huh. I guess I imprinted myself on the statue without thinking.”

“Well, if you’re through meditating, I thought we might have some fun together.”

“Sure. Just let me get out of here first.” The statue closed its eyes and the next moment Sophie was standing next to it.

“So, what did you have in mind, Lou?” Sophie said, giving her girlfriend an affectionate squeeze.

“Come and see.” Louise flung open the top of the box to reveal its contents. It was crammed full of different cakes and pastries, all gooey, chocolatey and creamy.

For a second Sophie looked disappointed. “You know I can’t eat any of those, Lou - not if I want to keep that girlish figure you like so much.”

Louise grinned. “Who said anything about eating them?”

Sophie realised what she had in mind and broke out into a grin too. “So … a quick top-up with imprinting potion?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

*

“Bottoms up!” The girls brought the tiny bottles of potion to their lips. They probably didn’t need them - they’d used some just last night, and as Sophie had proved with the statue, they still had plenty of the potion in them. But heck, the more the merrier. And Sophie had to admit just drinking the sweet-tasting potion - knowing that once they had, they would be able to merge with any object in the apartment, whether animate or inanimate, and in effect become that thing - was a total turn-on.

Louise felt the gentle tingle that told her the potion was working on her. “All right!” she announced. “I want to go first.” She cast her eye over the cakes and pastries. The girls had taken them out of the box and arranged them on plates on the coffee table. “And I choose this one!”

Sophie watched as Louise laid a finger with the lightest touch on a cake, and seemed to be sucked into it, as if she was water going down a drain. For a few seconds there was nothing but quiet, but then a pair of eyes and a mouth faded onto the top of the cake. It wasn’t like they were human eyes - that would have been creepy. Instead it was like a pair of stickers had been stuck to the cake.

“I’m a cupcake!” Louise announced cheerfully. “I’m strawberry, and I’m round and sweet! Pick me up, Sophie!”

Sophie leaned over and plucked the cupcake from the plate. “Aw, you’re so cute like this, Lou!” she said. “I really like your frosting. You look so …”

“Perfect? Dainty?”

“I was gonna say delicious.”

“You can eat me if you want, honey! You know I’ll just reappear outside you when you’re done.” Something about being a cupcake really made Louise want to be ingested. She imagined her beautiful girlfriend taking a bite out of her, of her disappearing down Sophie’s throat, being absorbed into her …

“Ugh! No thanks, Lou. I’m sure you’re delicious but you’re also highly calorific.”

“Aw. come on, Soph! I taste so good!”

“Maybe when I have a cheat day.” Sophie had a slim body and flat stomach, and worked out at the gym four times a week to keep them.

“Well, at least you could join me.”

“Sure!” And Sophie put the talking cupcake back down on the plate, then daintily laid a finger on the cake next to it.

While she’d imprinted on an object dozens of times, Sophie could never tell you exactly what happened. One second she was a woman, made of flesh and muscle and bone; the next she was made of moist chocolate cake, with a frilly paper container. Her face was chocolate frosting. She could think despite having no brain; she could see and hear and speak. How the hell did imprinting potion work, anyway? Sophie had no idea. She was just damned happy it did, and that she’d been introduced to it.

“Look at us!” she cried in delight. “We’re two cupcakes on a plate! This is just amazing!”

“I know, I know!” Louise grinned. “No bodies, no boobies, no girly bits. We’re cake now!”

“Girl cakes!”

“Lesbian cupcakes!”

“That sounds like a good title for a porn flick,” Sophie giggled.

“Well, if you’re up for it, I’m sure we can get it made. ‘Oh, miss chocolate cupcake, have you ever kissed another cupcake before?’”

“Don’t tempt me!” Sophie replied with a giggle. “Oh man, why does being a cupcake feel so good?”

Louise grinned. As much as she loved Sophie, she could be a bit dour at times. It was Louise’s mission in life to keep her amused … mostly by annoying her, it was true. They fought sometimes - Lou was in the bad books after she imprinted herself on Sophie’s smartphone, accidentally invading all the apps - but they always made up, and oh, how good that making up could be.

But now Sophie seemed happy and relaxed. True, it had taken turning herself into a cake, but if that was what it took, Louise was into it.

Some of the couples’ best imprinting experiences had come from turning into something quite mundane - two coins, or bedsheets, one on top of the other. Neither girl smoked but someone had left half a pack of long girly cigarettes after a party. Being two long white cigarettes, made of paper and tobacco, lying next to each other had been amazingly sensuous … particularly because they were close enough to kiss.

Louise, however, was a restless sort. Being a cupcake was great, but they had all these other pastries here …

“I wanna be an eclair!” she announced. With a thought she left the cupcake, appearing next to the table. Sophie watched as her girlfriend loomed over her - from her perspective as a cake, she’d grown to the size of a building - and reached for the plate of gooey eclairs.

And silently Louise vanished, to reappear as eyes and mouth on the long thin eclair. “Woah! Get a load of me!” she exclaimed.

“Let me see.” Sophie left her cake and returned to human form. There on a plate was an eclair, grinning at her.

“Ooh, sweet!” Sophie said. “You’re soft, and chocolatey on the outside, and inside …”

“I’m creamy!” Louise smiled. “I love being different textures. My creamy bit is so soft … Sophie, I wanna be eaten so badly!”

“Ugh, no.”

“Aw, come on, girl! Imagine me squirting into your mouth … uh … that didn’t come out like I thought it was going to.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Lou, I’m not eating you.”

“But you wouldn’t really be digesting me.”

“No, but I would be digesting an eclair … and I really don’t want to.”

“Spoilsport.” Louise grinned to show she wasn’t really disappointed. “Anyway, lover, why are you standing around in human form? We’ve got a lot of cakes to be!”

“You’re right! And I want to be … a tart!”

“Some would say …”

“Don’t go there.” Sophie brushed her finger against a pastry, willing herself into the object. A second later she found herself on the plate.

“I’m a jam tart!” she said. “I’m … strawberry! Oh God, I have a thick crust, and part of me is sticky jam … This is the best!”

For some reason being in two slightly different forms at the same time was a huge turn-on. Being a cup of coffee, for example - one part hard china mug, the other part liquid (and hot). Being a jam tart was like that too, and Sophie basked in the contrasting forms of her new body.

Louise exited the eclair, and smiled at the grinning tart that was her girlfriend. “Hmm, I’ve got an idea … now, don’t panic, Soph …” She took another tart and placed it face down on top of the jam tart, then willed herself into it.

Sophie found Louise on top of her, her mouth and eyes in the surface of the tart right next to her. “Hello, lovely! I’m a custard tart. Give me a kiss!”

Laughing, Sophie puckered up her lips. The two pastries’ mouths met, starting with a smooch, then quickly becoming more serious.

They weren’t human … but somehow that familiar tingling that told the girls they were aroused was there all the same. They had a lot more cakes to explore being - thanks to Louise’s little expedition to the bakery - but as their kisses grew more intense, they realised they wouldn’t get around to them today.

“Um, Lou, what you think we stop being tarts and adjourn to the bedroom?”

“Good idea. Some things you need a body for.”

“Too right, baby.”

“Although … there’s something in your bedroom drawer I wouldn’t mind being …”

“Is it the long battery-operated thing that buzzes?”

“You got it.”

“I think that could be arranged.”

“Yay! I’m going spelunking!”

Mid-laugh, Sophie and Louise exited the cakes and reappeared as two women. Two grinning women, arms wrapped around each other, heading quickly for the bedroom.

“Mmm … and tomorrow … can we both try being the Buddha?”

“Well, we do want to be one with everything …”

And they closed the door.