TF (cakes, merging, mild vore)


Story by Keytee-chan, written by Prender


“You’re probably wondering,” Elvira said, “why I’ve gathered you all here today.”

Her name wasn’t really Elvira. It was Caitlin. But that was no name for a witch.

She remembered she was wearing a baseball cap — she dressed rather tom-boyishly — and took it off, ruffling her short black hair. (Her hair wasn’t really black either. It was a mousy brown that simply wasn’t witchy at all. Despite never wearing makeup, Elvira loved dying her hair.)

The five women in her kitchen all looked at her curiously. They were a mixed bunch, to be sure (and, Elvira thought, they had no idea how mixed they were going to be). All they had in common was a strong interest in magic. They would have called themselves witches, although, as Elvira knew only too well, she was the most powerful one of the lot. The other thing they had in common? They were all, Elvira thought, much prettier than herself.

“We’re going to make a cake!” she said brightly.

Their reactions were mixed. Alexa, always something of a brat, rolled her eyes and snorted. Daria, the shy one, kept looking at the floor. Gabriella, the elegant fashion plate, looked like she was considering just how soon it would be before she could call for champagne. Jane, who always had a grin on her face — she was so irritating — grinned even wider and said “Yeah! Cool!”

Mia, the group cynic, wasn’t fooled at all.

“We’re going to make a cake?” she said slowly. “Knowing you, Elvira, I can’t believe that’s all there is to it.”

“Well, you’re right,” Elvira said. “I guess what I mean is, you’re going to make a cake. I’m just going to bake it.”

Alexa rolled her eyes so much they did a complete rotation of her skull. Mia opened her mouth to say something, but Elvira was already doing the spell.

The bright purple light flowed out of her left arm, shooting towards and enveloping her friends in a glow. A glow that grew then suddenly disappeared.

Where her friends had been, were cake ingredients. Alexa was now a carton of milk. Gabriella was a carton of eggs. Daria was a box of flour. Mia was a bag of sugar. And Jane was a brick of chocolate.

There was dead silence for a second. Then Elvira clicked her fingers and the five ingredients all came to life. She could hear them all speaking telepathically in her mind.

“Wah-hoo!” grinned Jane. “Look at me, girls, I’m chocolate! Oh man, I bet I’m so sweet and delicious.”

“Whatever. I’m eggs. They’re a classic,” Gabriella said.

Daria said nothing, as usual.

“Guys! Don’t you remember what Elvira said about making a cake?” Mia cried. “We’re the ingredients!”

“Caitlin, you had better not try drinking me or I’ll … I’ll go sour!” Alexa said with an audible snort.

“I don’t think you can do that, Alexa. And it’s Elvira now.”

“I don’t care,” Jane said. “I want to be eaten! Elvira, you’re going to melt me first, right? That would be fantastic!”

“I’m cool with it,” Gabriella said. “At least I’m not a commercial cake mix.”

“Oh no, you guys are going to make the very finest of cakes!” Elvira said. “And one with very special properties … But that would be telling. I guess we start with you, Mia.”

She picked up the flour and took it over to the bench, where she had already set up a mixing bowl.

Opening the flour, she measured several cups and dumped them in the bowl. As she did the flour spoke to her.

“Are you really going to make us into a cake?” Daria said.

“Uh-huh. But first I’m going to sift you. Why don’t you lie back and enjoy it?”

“Well, I’ve got to say, being a powder is actually kind of nice … the way I’m a solid but I flow like a liquid …”

“Try this, then.” Elvira ran the flour through the sifter, getting out the lumps.

“Oh! That’s … surprisingly erotic,” Daria said. If flour could have blushed, she would have.

“Wait till you’re baking. Hey Gabriella, ready?”

Without waiting for an answer Elvira picked up the egg carton. Opening it, she picked out an egg and cracked it against the side of the bowl, pouring the gooey yolk and egg into the bowl on top of the flour. She did this a couple of more times.

And each time she cracked an egg, she heard Gabriella go “Ohhhh!”, almost purring with pleasure.

“Time for some milk,” Elvira said, picking up the carton.

“Nooo!” Alexa cried in fear. “I don’t want to be food! Don’t let me be eaten, please! Caitlin, I’m sorry about that prank I pulled on you about the broomstick that turned into a giant dildo. I’m sorry!!”

“Bit late for that now, you brat,” Elvira said. “And it’s not Caitlin, It’s Elvira!” She poured the milk into a measuring cup, then added it to the bowl, where she could still hear Gabriella cooing.

“I’ll add the sugar and chocolate in a minute,” Elvira said. “First, though, a bit of a mix.” She picked up her wooden spoon and began to stir the mixture in the bowl.

As she did, she heard three voices in her head.

“Wow, something’s happening to us! Gabriella, I can feel you …”

“And I can feel you, Dar. It’s like we’re mixing together …”

“Nooooo!”

And gradually the three voices became one voice. One super sexy female voice.

“Oh, baby, I don’t know what you’re doing with that spoon, but keep doing it!”

Elvira grinned. This was the part she had been looking forward to the most — where she had literally mixed her friends together. “I shall call you Cake. Hello, Cake!”

“Well, hello! Have you got any more friends for me to play with?”

“You betcha.” And she picked up the bag of sugar before reaching for her measuring spoon.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to us,” Mia said as she was scooped up.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ll change you back afterwards? I’m not using all of any of you, you know.”

“Would I believe you? Um, probably not.”

“Cynic.” Elvira dumped the sugar in the mix and stirred until Mia was absorbed into Cake.

“Which leaves you, my bright, cheerful and ever-annoying friend,” Elvira said, picking up the chocolate.

“Yeahhhhh!” Jane cheered. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”

Elvira broke off a big chunk of the chocolate and placed it into a tiny little saucepan, which she then put over low heat on the stove.

If Alexa and Gabriella had found being ingredients somewhat erotic, it was nothing to the block of chocolate that was melting in the pan. Jane kept up an excited non-stop monologue.

“Oh! This is great! Amazing! I’m so gooey right now!”

“Better keep the heat down … I don’t want you to burn.”

“Burn? Burning sounds wonderful! Oh, but keep melting me … I’m more liquid than solid … oh jeez … yesyesyesyesyes!!!”

As the chocolate turned liquid, Elvira removed it from the flame. “Ready for one more, Cake?”

“With pleasure.”

Jane was slowly poured from the pan into the mixing bowl, giving forth little screams of delight. Then she was mixed into the batter and there was only Cake.

“So how do you feel, Cake?”

“Mmm, so girly … I feel like I’m going to be such a wonderfully light cake. Oh, and I can’t wait to be in the oven.”

“So I’ve done a good job, yes?” Elvira grinned.

“Girl, you have my permission to lick the bowl!”

Which, after pouring the batter in a cake tin and popping it into the oven, is exactly what she did. For a second she felt a pang of guilt. Wasn’t she eating her friends? But Elvira dismissed it — no, those five women were all now present as one cake, in the oven. What was left over — the cartons, the box of flour, the strip of chocolate she hadn’t used — they were all inert.

Not that she was going to just throw them away. She hadn’t been kidding with Mia. She could restore the five from those leftovers, and she would. Probably. After all, she had something in mind for them …

The stove alarm went off and Elvira opened the door, smiling as the wonderful smell of fresh cake wafted out.

“Elvira! I’m ready!” Was she imagining things, or was the cake quivering in anticipation?

She put on her oven mitts and removed the cake, then placed it on a cooling rack, releasing it from the cake tin.

And well, it was a most beautiful cake indeed. Simple, yet somehow delightful to look at, almost … glamorous.

“I’m such a beautiful cake!” it cried. “Please, Elvira, I want to be eaten so much! Get the sharpest knife you have! Cut me into pieces! Take a piece! A big one! I want to be inside you!”

Elvira shook her head. “Sorry, you’re a bit too hot still. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“An hour?! Oh, I can’t wait!”

But you’ll have to, Elvira thought with a grin.

She went out to do a little shopping, making her way to Sephora. She never wore makeup, so she hardly ever went in here. But today she needed a few things. Particularly that very red lipstick …

When the cake heard the key in the door it began to call out in her head. “I’m cool! So cool! Ready to eat!”

“So I see. Well, I might have a little bit of you … Let me get the cake knife. Now, don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit … I think …”

“Hurry up! Hurry up!!”

Daintily Elvira cut a thin wedge of cake, placing it on the thinnest porcelain plate she had. She really should have a cup of tea with it, but she couldn’t really wait to try it. The cake gave a sigh of pleasure, while the slice began insisting — in a voice that was amusingly high-pitched — that she take a bite, right now!

Next time, Elvira thought as she raised the cake to her mouth, she would make one with a voice she could turn off. The chatter from this slice was never-ending.

“Ooh! Yes! This is what I was made for! Take a bite! Oh! I can feel your teeth cutting through me, dividing me. It tickles! Ha! I’m two now! I’m in your fingers and I’m being chewed! I’m changing form again … all mushed up … now I’m going down your throat! Whee! So good! More! More! Mo-“

The voice abruptly cut off as she finished the piece.

And then the oddest thing happened. Elvira could feel the cake inside her, and in her mind — and part of her mind —

That wonderful, lovely, girly, beautiful, oh so feminine cake.

And Elvira began to change.

She rushed to her hall mirror. Her T-shirt was changing into a little black dress, and her jeans were melting into a pair of black stockings. Her sneakers were becoming high heels — strappy ones like Gabriella wore.

As Elvira watched, her waist narrowed, and her breasts began to slowly inflate. Her short black hair began to grow until it was around her shoulders, before flipping up into an updo. She laughed. She’d never looked so girly before in her life.

And her face changed, her nose narrowing and her lips plumping up (perfect for that lipstick she’d bought). Her eyes stayed the same, though — she’d always felt they were her best feature.

She stared long into the mirror, then threw back her head and laughed with delight. Her spell had absolutely worked.

And then, well … it was such a light cake, another slice couldn’t hurt.

Or two …

***

The five woman abruptly burst back into life.

“Oh! We’re back!” Alexa said.

“I guess I was too cynical,” Mia said. “We’re human again, no harm done.”

“In fact, it was a pretty amazing experience,” Gabriella grinned. She winked at Daria, whose cheeks turned bright red.

“Whee! Again! Again!” Jane clapped her hands with glee.

“Well, I wanted to speak to you about that.”

They turned towards the voice.

The woman who stood there was not just beautiful but striking, dressed in a stylish gown showing plenty of cleavage … and she had plenty of cleavage to show. She grinned, with her hands on her hips, her mouth a slash of bright red lipstick, her eyeliner and shadow heavy yet seemingly done with a light touch.

She was freakin’ gorgeous.

The five friends blinked.

“Elvira???” stuttered Alexa.

“Yes, it’s me,” Elvira said. “I want to thank you for being my ingredients … and I have a proposal for you …”

***

The Six Witches bakery was famous in town for both the deliciousness of its goods, and the unbelievable beauty of the women who worked there. So lovely were they, there was a legend that any woman who ate their cake got sexier.

“More cake, guys!” Elvira called from the counter.

“Milk! Milk! Milk for the morning cake!” cried Alexa, pouring it into a bowl.

“Flour coming up,” Daria added.

“Eggs coming your way, my gorgeous gal,” Gabriella grinned, tossing them to her now not so shy girlfriend.

“Chocs away!” giggled Jane, adding her ingredients to the mix.

“And I’m pretty sure sugar shouldn’t be the last ingredient in this thing,” Mia said, before taking the huge tray of cake and putting it in the oven.

Elvira smiled happily. Ah, life was good.

And if a few brats from around the town occasionally went missing, well, what did you really want — six beautiful women or a bunch of plain ones?