TF (imprinting, chocolate, mild vore)
“Being food,” Louise said dreamily as she lay back on the pillows, “is the best.”
“Is it?” said Sophie as she lazily traced her finger around her girlfriend’s nipple. “Better than being this?” And she held up the vibrator that Louise had imprinted herself on not that long ago.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, being in that is pretty wild,” Louise said. “But being food … being cakes … didn’t you enjoy being all those different textures?”
“Oh yeah,” Sophie said, kissing Louise lightly on the lips. They’d been experimenting with imprinting themselves on cakes before they’d retreated to the bed. “Being gooey and creamy and crunchy … all at the same time … that was fabulous.”
“You know what would make being a cake even more fabulous?” Louise said, affixing her best me-so-innocent look to her face.
Sophie knew immediately what she was getting at. “You can forget it, Lou. I’m not going to eat you.”
“Aw, but you know that you wouldn’t really be eating me. With the imprinting potion we use, as soon as I’d be digested, I’d just reappear in human form.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t be eating you, but I would be eating a cake,” Sophie said. “Gooey, calorific cake. And some of us can’t just stuff our faces like a pig and still look good. Some of us need regular gym time to stay slim.”
Louise tried to work it if she’d just been complimented or not, then tried another tack. “But Soph, what if I became something small? Just a little sweet thing? Something you could work off quickly?”
Sophie looked at Louise’s pleading face and relented. “Well … maybe if it was something tiny …”
“Say no more. I have something in mind that would be just the thing.”
“Speaking of just the thing …” Sophie waved the vibrator in the air. “Isn’t it my turn now?”
“Oh! Absolutely!” Louise passed the bottle of imprinting potion on her bedside table over. Sophie took a big swig, then grabbed hold of the vibrator and concentrated, willing herself into the item.
Louise watched as her girlfriend seemed to flow into the device, which a second later gained facial features.
“Woo! I’m a machine again!” the vibrator grinned. “I can feel the battery inside me … I think you should turn me on.”
“Aw, I thought I always turn …”
“Don’t say it, Lou.”
“Spoilsport.”
And a buzzing sound filled the air …
*
Louise was now working as a graphic designer. Most of the time she worked from home, but once or twice a week she went to the office.
An office that just happened to be upstairs from a very upmarket chocolate shop.
Inside the shop, truffles, bonbons and macaroons filled silver trays, waiting to be selected for gift boxes.
Louise often stared in the windows at the chocolates, idly considering buying some for her girlfriend. She hadn’t, partly because she knew Sophie didn’t really have a sweet tooth, but mostly because the gift boxes were really fucking expensive. The smallest gift box held three little chocolates and was the price of three cups of coffee. Even a single chocolate was a few bucks. It made no sense to waste money on one.
Unless you were going to merge with the chocolate. That was surely worth the expense, right?
In the inverse way that underwear seemed to work, the smaller a chocolate was, the more expensive. Perfect.
Louise entered the shop on her way home and pointed to the chocolate she wanted.
This was going to be so much fun.
*
Back home, Louise stripped out of her clothes and then checked the clock. Sophie would be home in about 20 minutes. Good. She didn’t want to melt. (Although, really, that did sound pretty cool. Maybe she and Sophie could turn into a bowl of ice-cream and spend a couple of hours melting away?)
She took a clean plate and placed it on the table, and wrote a little message for Sophie. Then she placed the chocolate on the plate. Fetching the imprinting potion, she took a gulp, then laid a finger on the chocolate.
And she became the chocolate.
She was perfectly round and sweet. Normally when Louise imprinted on an object she’d push her features to the fore on it, but this time she simply lay quietly on the plate, just being chocolate.
Being yummy.
She began to anticipate being eaten, being swallowed. Indeed, as a chocolate she found herself with a fervent desire to be placed in a mouth. That’s what chocolates were for, anyway.
The minutes ticked away.
*
It had been a pretty good day, Sophie had to admit. She’d been praised in the office, she’d had a good workout at lunch, she and a work colleague had exchanged stories of the things they’d imprinted on the weekend. And now she was looking forward to a good dinner and some more snuggles with Louise.
Speaking of whom … wasn’t it awfully quiet in here?
Sophie closed the door of the apartment behind her. “Lou?” she called out. No answer.
Then she spied the plate on the table. The plate that had a note scrawled in Louise’s hand next to it.
A note that simply said: “EAT ME.”
Sophie chuckled. So that’s where she was. On the plate … a small and quite lovely looking champagne truffle, a swirl of dark and white chocolate.
She knew her girlfriend was inhabiting the truffle, and looking eagerly forward to being eaten. Well, it was small enough. One tiny choice wasn’t going to make her fat. Especially after that workout.
So …
“I guess Louise isn’t here,” Sophie announced to the empty room. “But look! She’s left me a little gift. What a kind, thoughtful girlfriend she is.”
She plucked the truffle from the plate. “Oh wow, a champagne truffle. My favourite. Mmm, so delicious. I can’t wait to eat it. Or … maybe I should wait? Maybe I should eat it slowly …”
Tentatively Sophie put out her tongue and gave the ball of chocolate a little lick. “Oh, but it’s so good! I don’t think I can wait. It’s so smooth and round and good … No, wait, I should have dinner first. Keep this for dessert.”
She went to place the chocolate back on the plate, knowing she was driving Louise wild with anticipation. “Oh heck, screw dinner. This truffle’s too good!”
And she placed the truffle between her lips, holding it there, rolling it forwards a little, then back. “Oh yes, it’ll melt in my mouth … I have to have it!”
Sophie gently took the truffle between her teeth, then rolled it into her mouth. “I think I should suck it slowly,” she announced, a little thickly (you try talking with a truffle in your mouth).
She had her girlfriend in her mouth. Her girlfriend was a ball of chocolate. She gave a gentle suck. She could taste the chocolate on her tongue. She could taste Louise.
She tried to imagine what Louise would like more — being sucked away to nothing or being chewed and swallowed?
Ah, her girlfriend was always one for living dangerously.
“I can’t resist this truffle! I must eat it! Now!”
And she bit down on it.
The truffle separated into pieces, revealing the mousse at its centre.
The bits of Louise.
*
The bits of Louise.
She was going wild. All the bits of her.
Being chocolate was great. Being chocolate in someone’s mouth was amazing. Being melting chocolate in someone’s mouth was simply incredible.
Being bitten … becoming a bunch of little Louises, each part hard shell, soft centre …
She couldn’t remember being so damned turned on.
If she’d had a body, she would be orgasming over and over again. As it was, she was feeling the fireworks in her mind. Or minds.
And she was thinking, oh goddess, Sophie, what you’re doing to me, it’s fucking wonderful, I’m so so happy …
And then she slipped down her girlfriend’s throat.
She’d never wanted anything more.
It wasn’t like oblivion, it was more … fulfilment.
She was a chocolate, after all, and being eaten was her destiny. What she’d been made for.
Down Sophie’s throat, like the best amusement park ride ever, and into her belly …
And there was light.
*
Sophie would be lying if she’d said she’d seen Louise pop back into human existence. One second she hadn’t been there, and the next she was, and that was all there was to it.
Louise was grinning, and trembling, and pale, and her nipples looked as hard as thumbs.
“You okay, Lou?”
For a second Sophie was afraid Louise was going to faint. Then her girlfriend grabbed her by the arms.
“You need to fuck me, right now,” she announced, heading for the bedroom.
“So … I’m guessing being a chocolate was pretty good?”
“Fuck first, talk later.”
Well, Sophie thought to herself, that’s one way to work off those calories …
*
“You’ve got to try that.”
Louise looked quite serious as she gazed into Sophie’s eyes.
Sophie grinned. “Well, if it’s as good as you say …”
“Better. Better than I can say.”
“Okay. But I don’t want to be a chocolate. I have something else in mind. Something crisp, and crunchy, and flat and round …”
Louise groaned. “You’re gonna make me eat a rice cake, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Sophie said cheerfully.
Well, maybe eating a rice cake wasn’t so bad, Louise thought as she spooned with Sophie.
And she had that whole ice-cream idea to spring on Sophie, too.