Fantasy

Perry answered the phone with her usual, “Fantasy Escorts, what can we be for you today?”

“Hello again, Mr. Menzies.  The blonde again?  No?  Ah, redhead, an excellent choice.  Curls?  Of course.  Mary is looking forward to it too.  No, I’m afraid you can’t be the one to make her bald this time.  She’s stayed that way since your last session.  You’ve turned her into quite the wig fancier, she’s definitely looking forward to wearing you.”

Perry hesitated a moment before remembering Mary’s request.  “I think she has something special planned for tomorrow.  You’re not afraid of heights, are you?  No?  Excellent... No, that would spoil the surprise.  We’ll see you tomorrow!”

As Perry hung up the phone, she shook her head.  “We’re going to lose her to him one of these days.  Ah well, they do seem happy together.”

She passed the message on to Mary, adding “have fun on the rollercoasters!” to the end of it.


A little later, the phone rang again.  “Fantasy Escorts, what can we be for you today?”

“Hello Mr... oh, of course, Jerry it is then.  What of our services can I interest you in?  Oh, a couple?  Yes, we have a variety of couples plans.  ‘Strangers meet in a bar’ is our most popular...  Oh, yes I... Oh!  Well, that is something.  No, it’s not the oddest request I’ve ever fielded.  Might be in the top ten, though.”

“A five year old... we don’t generally do children’s events.  Oh!  No, I’m afraid our services are entirely about the transformation and use or delivery of consenting adults.  We don’t have a daycare plan.  I am sorry.”

A little more softly, Perry added, “You could try Services Unlimited.  They are based some distance from here, but they will handle any request.  Yes, quite literally anything at all.  However, the price is correspondingly... open.”


Perry had just finished filing her nails when the phone rang again.  “Hello, Fantasy Escorts, what can we be for you today?”

“Yes, we can certainly make you a cake.  I need to clarify that you are indeed asking us to use a Venn Machine to turn you into a cake.  Ah, good.  Yes, we do need to ask, there was a bit of a mixup on the subject not long ago, and the client was quite upset at spending the evening as an anniversary cake for his wife.”

Perry giggled along with the girl on the other end of the line.  “Yes, in retrospect it is kind of amusing.  I actually got a very sweet note from his wife, recently.  She thought it was a lovely gesture, and apparently plans to reciprocate on his birthday.”

“We have quite a menu of options that we could suggest.  One of the more popular is the ‘girl out of the cake’.  For the budget-minded we can reduce you to only six inches tall, so you don’t need to cover the expense of a rather large...  Ah, yes, that’s true, you’d be in the cake, not the cake itself.  Did you have something specific in mind?”

Perry started taking notes.  “Oh!  That is a new one for us.  If you’ve seen any good pictures... well, yes, I suppose you could just send us a picture of yourself, but that isn’t necessary.  Our Venn artisans will work to match the design of the cake to your chest, and can make it as large as you like... well, up to what fits in a Venn Machine, anyway.  No, given that you are supplying the raw materials, the only difference in price would be the delivery charge.”

“Oh, to a bachelor party...  Where and when?  Oh, that party.  Yes, we’re arranging it, so the delivery fee will be negligible.  It’s going to be right across the street from the Venn Machine.  Yes, it is convenient.  We bought out one of the condos near the mall, just for that reason.”

“Might I ask, though...  You’re not the first to ask to be involved in that party.  Is there something I should... a dare, is it?  Well.  I hope all of you have fun.  If you’d like, I can set you up with a group discount rate.”

“Wait.  You don’t want anyone at all to know you’re there?  Have you really thought this through?  No, of course, the customer is always right.”

Perry made a note on the file, to add an offer for a discount on ‘Venn counselling’ to the package.


Nightmare

About three seconds too late, Keely realized she’d made a very big mistake.  Now that she was just a cake shaped like a pair of breasts, she discovered that she couldn’t see, or hear, or smell, or taste or do much of anything at all.  The board underneath her shifted, and she found that she could feel vibrations.  So that was something.

The jiggling of her body as she was carried was distracting, but once she’d been put down she had time to think.  It was still three hours until the party.  She’d wanted to arrive early, so that nobody else would know what she was up to.  Now that meant she was stuck waiting.  If only she could listen to music!

Then Keely started to wonder what it would feel like to be cut.  She hadn’t really thought about that, either.  What if it hurt?  What if it really, really hurt?  There would be nothing she could do about it for hours.  She should have at least left her boyfriend a text, or arranged for a message to be sent later.

No, no.  She had to be strong.  The whole point was to find out just what went on at the stag party.  Tanya had started it, wondering if her husband-to-be would be faithful to her.  She’d nudged him into using Fantasy Escorts for the party, going so far as to pay for the party and a couple of dancers as her ‘gift’ to him.  What she hadn’t told him was that she was going to be one of the dancers.  She’d be transformed, of course, into a big-breasted blonde bimbo right out of his favourite kind of girlie magazine.  Maybe she was already there, waiting.

Keely wished she could talk to Tanya.  The girl could be annoying at times, but she had some fun ideas.  Once the others knew that Tanya was going to ‘crash’ the stag party, they started talking about what they’d do if their boyfriends were going to a stag like that.  Marge said she’d go as a chair, for Danny to sit on.  That way she’d know about any lap-dances.  Leona had said she’d be one of the dancer’s outfits.  Tanya had grinned at that, and asked if she could wear Leona.  Once Leona agreed, Tanya said she’d make sure that all of their boyfriends would get invited, so everyone would get to test their guy...

And here she was.  A cake.  It had seemed like a good idea at the time.  Of course, now she was convinced it was a terrible idea.  Keely couldn’t see a thing, so it wouldn’t matter what Carey got up to, she wouldn’t know.  She did hope he’d have a bite of her, though.  Something inside her felt a little gooey at the idea of him seeing her like this.  She knew how much he loved her breasts, and hoped she turned him on.

How long had she been sitting on this shelf?  This was torture.  Had it only been a few minutes?  Had it been an hour?  Keely tried singing to herself to pass the time.  After singing the first verse and the chorus of a dozen of her favourite songs she started to realize that her memory really wasn’t as good as she’d thought.  To make it worse, her music player was in here with her, she’d had it in her purse when she went into the Venn Machine.  Wherever it was or whatever it had become, she couldn’t use it now.

Keely giggled inwardly at the idea of having a built-in music player.  Belatedly, she wished she’d thought of becoming the stereo at the party instead.  At least she’d have been able to hear the music, right?  She had no idea, but it sounded right.

In desperation, Keely started singing bottles of beer on the wall, starting at a thousand.  She was on seventeen when she felt her tray vibrate, and said a prayer of thanks that something was finally happening.

Except nothing much did.  She could feel herself wiggle a bit as the tray moved.  After hours of nothing at all, it felt delightful.  Then she was set down again.  Then... nothing.  Well, maybe not quite nothing.  If she concentrated with all her attention she could feel the faintest of rhythmic tremors.  A beat.  It wasn’t much.  It was barely anything at all.  But she could sing to it, so she did.  Every now and again the tempo changed, so Keely was pretty sure it was music.

WHAT WAS THAT!  Keely would have quivered in fright if she could have moved at all.  Oh God, there it was again, pushing through her like... like a knife.  She was being cut.  She could feel pieces of herself being cut away, lifted up and set onto (very cold!) plates.  It didn’t hurt, not exactly.  It felt a bit like pulling a loose tooth, she eventually figured.  A sucking, pulling feeling, then an absence.  Then the brilliant not-pain of the knife through her body once more.  And again.  And again.  Were they setting out plates of her?  The cutting stopped, and... and nothing.  She was in pieces, she’d lost track of how many.

The stab of the first fork came almost as a relief.  Feeling its tines poking through her body was unnerving, and the sensation of a little part of her having an even smaller part torn away was...  Oh!  That would be teeth, and the warmth of a tongue.

Keely hoped she tasted good.  The first swallow was dizzying, slipping, sliding, warm and fizzy and... SHE WAS DISSOLVING.  In someone’s STOMACH.  What the hell had she been thinking?

Then more people started eating and the rush of varied sensations was just too much to sort out.  Everything was happening at once, swallowing, lifting, stabbing with forks, chewing.  Her body was shattering into more pieces than she could comprehend.

Eventually, things settled down enough that Keely was able to put her mind back together.  Sort of.  There still seemed to be one large part of her left.  The rest was slowly churning, fizzing, melting.  That it was in different places didn’t really seem to matter, as all those bits were becoming warm, amorphous masses at about the same rate.

She really hoped that she’d be changing back before things went too much further.

Keely was disappointed in that, too.  Too much alcohol combined with rich food led to more than one upset stomach.  She could feel the clenching, the writhing... and then things happened too quickly for her to grasp, but part of her was suddenly very cold and very wet.  And swirling, swirling and falling very far.  That couldn’t be good.

More of her followed, a few minutes later.

Keely just wished that it was over.

An eternity later, something heard her.  The board vibrated under the larger part of her, and she could feel the beat of the footsteps of whoever was carrying it.  She knew it wasn’t too far to the Venn Machine, and tried to count the steps.  Her focus was tugged and teased by the other parts of her still gurgling away, and one of those parts was also feeling the same slightly arrhythmic beat.  Something about that beat felt familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it before it stopped, and she was set down once again.

Then, oh blessed mercies, she wasn’t a cake any more.  She was a human, and staring at the most wonderful sight in the world.  In the other side of the Venn Machine was a familiar guy with a medium build, sandy hair, and a shocked expression.

“Carey!  Oh, thank you, thank you...”  She slapped the red button on the Venn Machine and moments later was sobbing in his arms.

“Keely?  You said you were going for a girls’ night out...  What just...  Oh my god.  That boob cake was you?”

Keely nodded and sniffed.  “How’d you find out?”

“I was just asked to carry it off to the Venn Machine to get restored.  I didn’t realize it would be you I was restoring.  What on earth were you thinking?”

Keely burrowed herself into her boyfriend’s arms.  “That I’d be all sexy looking.  That everyone would look at me, see me, get turned on by me.”

Carey laughed, and nuzzled her cheek.  “Well, you certainly were the center of attention.  I think there were more guys drooling over you than there were over Melony.”

“Melony?” Keely asked with a giggle.

“This big-boobed stripper.  She had the hugest rack by far, but no idea how to dance.  It was funny, really.”

Keely started giggling in earnest, interspersed with hiccups.  “Was... was I sexier... than her?”

“I sure think so.  Here, let me show you.”  Carey dug out his cell-phone and showed her a picture of... well, her.  It looked as if there was a real pair of breasts on the cake-board.   They looked very much like her breasts.  If it wasn’t for the icing traced around the edges Keely would have sworn they were real.

“Oh, wow.  That looks...  I looked incredible.  Damn.  No wonder I beat out Tanya.”

“Wait... what about Tanya?”

“Melony was Tanya.  Can we go see her?”

Carey shook his head, but he was grinning hugely.  “She took off with the groom a few minutes ago.  I don’t know what she whispered to him, but the way he reacted...  My god, his wife to be stripped for us?”

Keely couldn’t stop giggling.  “Yup.”

“Wow.  Just... damn, that’s...  I can’t tell if it’s hot, or wrong.”

“Can’t it be both?”

Carey hugged her tight.  “Are you OK with all this?”

“You seeing my best friend as stripper?  Oddly... yes.  It wasn’t her body, after all.”

“I meant, the cake thing.  You were looking pretty freaked out.”

“God... it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.  And believe me, that’s saying something.  And yet...”  Keely stared at the picture in the phone.  “Part of me wants to look like that again.  I just... without the waiting around forever.  Or the cutting.”

“What about the chewing and swallowing?” Carey asked, curiously.

“That... wasn’t as bad.  I couldn’t really tell, though, there were too many people eating me.”

“So if it was just one person,” Carey explored the thought, “you might try it again?”

Keely’s mouth went dry, and she stared at him with wide eyes.  “You’re not suggesting...”

“Well, we’re right beside the Venn Machine.  What do you think, cupcake?”  Carey grinned extra wide as the term of endearment gained new meaning.

Keely shuddered.  “You want to eat me... again?”

“What I really wanted to do was make love to that breast-cake.”

Keely snorted.  Then she started giggling.  “Really?  You’d... stick your... into the cake?”

Carey flashed her his maddening smile.  “Hell yes.  Especially knowing it was you.”

Dreams

Keely couldn’t believe she was doing this again.  But there it was, the Venn Machine set for eight hours and its door gaping open.  Carey was already in his side, all she had to do was step inside and she’d give him a night of pleasure unlike any other.  She could see the way he was looking at her, an animal lust in his eyes that was making her all gooey inside.  So why was she waiting again?

This time, when she was being carried, she could feel his steps and knew it was Carey with her.  Even the thrum of his car was comfortingly familiar.  The steps to his door, the wobble as he dug for his keys.  All were familiar, yet new.  She could imagine his steps going up, turn here, bedroom there...  She bounced.  On the bed?  Probably.

Then his touch, grazing over her icing.  His hands were so warm!  Every part of his was warm, and while it wasn’t quite as much fun as some of their nights together, his enthusiasm was infectious.  Soon she was smeared and spattered everywhere, and could feel the way she slipped and slid against much of his body.

Still, unlike her he was only human and his stamina had limits.  Especially in the wee hours of the morning.  Eventually, she could feel only the gentle rise and fall of his chest where she was smeared against him.  She wasn’t even sure in all of his exertions if he’d actually eaten any of her.  She couldn’t feel any part of her dissolving.

It had been a long day for Keely.  Wrapped around her lover, smeared here and there on his sheets, she couldn’t imagine anywhere else she’d rather be.  If she could have, she would have smiled and sighed contentedly as she drifted off to sleep.

When Keely woke she was whole again, lying in a bed still smelling of Carey.  She could also smell coffee, and went out in search of it.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Carey said with a smile.  He handed her a steaming cup of coffee.

Keely sipped at it gratefully, and let it percolate through her body before she spoke.

“Did we really...  I was really a cake last night, right?  I didn’t dream that?”

Carey’s grin didn’t change.  “Nope.  Not a dream.  Though the way the mess disappeared, I’m almost wondering myself.  I had an amazing time last night.”

Keely couldn’t help but grin back.  “I could tell.  Thanks for making my second time as a cake  awesome.”

“Second?  Not your last?”

Keely shrugged.  “Who knows.  You really did seem to have fun.  Have I uncovered some secret kink?”

“Beats me.  All I know is you were sexy and boobs and squishy and boobs and wonderful and... OK, maybe.  ‘Cause I can’t get an image out of my head now.”

“Dare I ask?”

Carey traced the outline of a box on the table.  “A box of cupcakes.  Every one is shaped like a boob.”

“I’m sure that could be...  Wait, these are...”

“Each one’s a girl, yes.”

“Not each pair?” Keely asked with a saucy grin.

“That’d work too.”

Keely teased her toes up Carey’s leg, and chuckled throatily at what she found there.  “That idea really turns you on.  A box full of boob-girls.”

Carey nodded mutely, his other head making his arousal clear.

“If you have a stag party... I’ll make sure that happens.”

Carey’s eyes widened, then suddenly he was on one knee beside her.  “Keely Anne Carson, will you marry me?”

“Oh.  My.  God.  Just for a box of boob-girls?”

“No.  Because you’re crazy enough to suggest it.  To consider it.  To rope others into it.  You hated being a cake last night.  Then you let me turn you into one, just because it turned me on.  Someone willing to do that?  You don’t let go of her.”

“Will you do the same for me?  Help me find something crazy and kinky and do it even if you don’t like it just because it turns me on?”

“Yes.  Hell yes.”

“Then yes.”

Carey scooped her up in a hug.  “Thank you.  We’re going to have such an amazing time together.  So... what is your deep, dark kink?”

Keely looked past Carey, and a secret smile played over her lips.  “Tanya’s stagette party is next weekend.  I want to be there, but not as me.  As something nobody would even suspect is a person.”

“But won’t they notice you’re not there?” asked Carey, puzzled.

Keely leaned back, grinned at him like a cheshire cat, and waited.

“You want... me to be you?”  Keely nodded, her grin even wider.  “And you’ll be something there.  Something I’m touching.  But I won’t know what it is.”

Keely turned her best begging-puppy expression on her boyfriend... no, her fiancé.  He smiled, and nodded.  “This is going to be a regular thing, isn’t it?”

“I really, really hope so.”

“Wait, is this your deep, dark kink?” asked Carey.  “People using you, unaware that you’re even there?”

Keely got up and paced the room, trying to put it into words.  “It’s the sneaky bit, but also it’s kind of scary.  Good scary, being so totally cut off from everyone.  That’s why I didn’t want anyone to know I was the cake.  I wished I could arrange it so nobody at all knew, but at least nobody in the room did.”

“You didn’t handle being cut off so well when you were stuck as a cake.”

“Not at the time,” Keely admitted.  “But that’s all part of it, the risk of things going wrong makes it so much more thrilling when it goes right.”

“Hm.  You know, I bet...”

“What?”  Keely pounced on him, wriggling with excitement.

“If I left a key with the Fantasy Escorts people, they could change you and hide you here whenever you liked.  I could spend the whole evening using you, without even knowing you were there.”

Keely squealed happily, and hugged him tight.  “I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.”