Sweet Treats Bakery was a shop that opened just a week ago. Its popularity had increased quite a bit since then with its treats that were shaped so beautifully, and tasted nothing short of fantastic, and all at a low cost. The bakery owner had said it uses only the best ingredients, all local.



Jeremy walked into the bakery on one of its slower days. He was an average guy, a little chubby, with black hair, and a blue and white striped shirt with regular jeans. The aroma of baked bread and cupcakes filled his nose the moment he opened up the double glass doors. The shop looked like a fairly standard bakery with wooden floors, wooden walls, and glass display cases with plenty of baked goods on display. Brownies, cupcakes, bread, cakes, most anything that had bread in it existed behind the glass, either edible, or display such as a fake pizza slice.



A woman with slightly curled long brown hair stood behind the counter wearing the famous chef's hat with pristine white outfit. "Welcome to Sweet Treats." She said with a friendly voice, and a smile to show off her teeth, just as white as her outfit. "Is there anything I can interest you in today?"



Jeremy didn't look at the woman. His eyes were fixated on the various baked goods. He noticed a common theme with many of the items. Cupcakes looked like the top of women, while there were larger baked goods that resembled cakes, but decorated more like large paws. Many items either looked like a person, or part of a person, and he couldn't believe how real they were.



The woman noticed Jeremy's lack of paying attention. She cleared her throat, and tapped the top of the glass counter with a set of tongs.



Jeremy jumped slightly at the tap. He raised his head to see the woman, just a bit shorter than he was. "Erm...sorry, it's just that so much of your stuff looks so..." he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stared at a cake that looked almost like a thick paw. The paw was as big as his hand, included white frosting around the wrist, decorated like a watch, and had small white tips at the end, as if they were to represent the nails.



"Delicious?" the woman asked. "I hear that oh so all the time. All of our bakery items are produced fresh daily! Depending on what you want, it might take a little longer, but we'll make it from scratch. You ever watch me make a pizza? Some say it's like watching art!"



"I was going to say life-like." Jeremy stared down at the brown paw. "Can I take a look at that?" he said with a point to the paw. "Or is it one of those display things?"



"Display things? Like in those commercials where they have food artists?" The chef chuckled. "No, all of our food is handmade and it's totally real!" she grabbed the silver tray that the paw was on, and brought it out for him to see. The scent of carrot cake lightly filled the air, indicating exactly what kind of paw it was meant to look like. "I can't let you TASTE it though, not unless you're going to buy it!"



Jeremy stared at the paw. While it looked like something a real being might have had, at the same time, he couldn't deny the 'cake' that he could detect from it. The scent, and the soft sponginess look to it, with the decorated frosting told him all he needed to know. "It wouldn't shock me if you had like a six foot tall cake that looks like a person." he mumbled, but then spoke up. "Do you have any samples? Just so I know what I'm in for."



The chef put the paw away, and with a sigh, she nodded. "Yes, but only one free sample per customer, I'd lose money if I gave away whole cakes!" The woman went behind a swinging door in the back, and returned a minute later with a small cake slice. "Here, let me know what you think."



Jeremy took the cake slice curiously. For a free sample, it was quite large. It was a two layer cake with what appeared to be red frosting in the middle, white frosting on top, and even a small strawberry with the stem cut out from it. The cake itself was brown and spongy underneath the frosting, but it smelled delicious. He opened up his mouth, and took a small bite of the cake.



Jeremy moved the cake around his mouth as he studied the interior as if he were a reviewer. There was a sweet taste to the cake that reminded him of strawberries, yet at the same time, there was something else about the cake that just didn't taste quite right. A sudden taste hit his buds, a dull disgusting taste, and he was quick to spit it out, right onto the hardwood floor beneath him. "Blech!" he wanted to ask what was inside that cake, but he didn't want to insult the chef more than he had just clearly had.



The chef's eyes were already wide. "You...don't like it?" she was absolutely stunned. She didn't look insulted, just surprised.



Jeremy blushed gently at what he had just done. "I uh," he looked down to a nearby trash, and then at the rest of the cake he held in his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to just...spit it on the floor like that. I'll clean it up if I can just have like a paper towel or something."



The chef didn't move. Her fingertips gently touched her chin as she was still in disbelief. Her look of shock slowly changed into that of a smile. "That's okay. You're a cake yourself after all, it's understandable you don't like eating your own kind."



Jeremy looked at the chef with a confused raised brow. "Uh...okay?" he thought that she was just referring to him as sweet in some sort of bizarre manner. He didn't think too much about it. "So, you don't mind if I..." he didn't even wait for her to finish before he tossed the cake into a nearby trash. 



"No, don't worry about it." The chef took out a spatula that looked as if it glowed a purple hue. "Some people like to eat sweets," the woman tapped the top of Jeremy's head lightly with the spatula. "And some have to BE sweets."



Jeremy was even more confused about what she said. He rubbed his head once he was touched with the spatula. It didn't hurt, but he felt strange on the inside as he felt it. "Uh, okay...well have a nice day." With a wave of his hand, he left the store as confused as ever.



It was a bright sunny day out. It was a bit chilly. Jeremy took the bus to the bakery since it was in the city and it was a five minute walk to the bus stop both ways. "Ashley said it wasn't a bad place. I don't see what she sees in it though." He mumbled as he walked to the bus stop. The walk was uneventful, and in a matter of a few minutes, he was at the bus stop. The stop had a small glass roof overhead and three small clear windows to serve as walls. As it was a slow day when it came to shopping, Jeremy was the only one that went to the bus stop.



Jeremy waited patiently for the bus to arrive, but he couldn't help but notice a sweet smell in the air, as if someone was baking a cake. Jeremy knew he had just left a bakery filled with such delicious foods, though he didn't imagine that the scent of the food it made carried this far on the winds. "Eh...it doesn't taste good, but it definitely smells nice."



As Jeremy waited, he noticed a stray dog start to approach him. The dog was covered in dirt, and it had short gray fur on it. Jeremy looked down at the dog with a slight tilt of his head. He knew there were strays here and there in the city, but he had never seen one, let alone have one approach him so close. Jeremy watched as the dog sniffed his hand repeatedly, and then started to lick it. Jeremy didn't think too much of the dog as it didn't look dangerous, yet something felt incredibly off about a dog just approaching him and starting to lick him. "Hah...I'm not some random piece of food for you to lick on, get going." Jeremy stepped away from the dog, yet the dog didn't leave.



The bus soon arrived, and Jeremy pushed the dog away to climb aboard it. "Go, get!" he glanced to the bus driver nervously as he stood on the bus stairs. "I'm sorry, this isn't my dog...he just kind of...he won't leave me alone."



The bus driver watched curiously. "Just push him back while I'm shutting it." The man said. He began to shut the door, leaving just enough room for Jeremy's arm, and shutting the door fully once Jeremy was able to pull his arm in, and keep the dog out.



It was a bit of a struggle, but Jeremy was able to free himself from the dog and get on the bus. Once on there, he helped himself to an empty seat, and waited for the bus to take him to the stop he needed. He often didn't pay attention to the other people on the bus, it was usually quite rude. One thing he noticed on the bus though, was the smell of sweets was still powerful. Jeremy was ready to dismiss it as thinking the bus was passing that bakery, but he knew the bus didn't go in that direction at all.



Jeremy took the time to look around the bus. He didn't notice anything that stood out, nor did he notice anyone with baked goods, just people reading, playing on their phone, or doing nothing. Some had bags, but the bags were sealed. This is weird. The smell of that bakery just isn't going away. He thought to himself. He figured he could just change his clothes and take a shower to get rid of the smell. It wasn't a bad smell. Bakery sweets rarely smelled awful. Jeremy found it a little disturbing with how long the odor lingered though.



Jeremy got off the bus at his stop and headed home. He lived in a duplex with neighbors that rarely bothered him, and his fiancee, Ashley. On his way home, he noticed the smell of sweets clung to him like white on rice. Jeremy was quick to make it to his home. "Ashley, I'm here. I'm taking a shower, no questions." Not only because of the scent he still picked up, but because of the dog that wouldn't leave him alone earlier, he had to clean that off.



Jeremy's home was fairly average. It was a two bedroom place, though Jeremy and Ashley shared the same bedroom. His fiancee was built like him, but with dyed pink and blue hair, a large chest, and wider hips; almost the same height though. Jeremy passed her by in the living room, giving a small wave as he fast walked his way to the shower.



"Why are you in such a rush?" Ashley teased with a smile. "You been somewhere I don't want to know about?" It didn't take long for her to get a sniff of that smell that Jeremy had on him. "You went to a bakery?"



"Yeah." Jeremy replied during his quick walk without a glance back at Ashley. "And a dog wouldn't leave me alone too. Don't worry about it, I just need to clean myself off." Jeremy was fast to walk to the bathroom, toss his clothes right outside the door, and start up a shower. The scent of a cake was as strong as ever when Jeremy undressed. He paid no attention to his body, just that he wanted to get the scent off of him as soon as he could. He thought it was a little disturbing that the scent stayed on him for as long as it had.



Jeremy started up the shower, and stepped inside of it with a hefty sigh. His body was fairly average underneath for a guy, just not quite as hairy. "The scent isn't a BAD scent, it's just...it's clinging worse than that popcorn smell after the movies." He thought it was so strange. He had been to a bakery before, and while bakeries often had pleasant smells, they usually didn't stick around long after he left them. As it was, the scent of cake was even stronger in the shower than it was outside. Jeremy ran the water, he soaped up his skin, but the scent of a cake never left. In fact, the shower was beginning to smell like a damp cake.



Jeremy stepped out of the shower after a good ten minutes. He still couldn't get rid of the smell of cake off his body, and he just let out a frustrated sigh. He took out a towel and started drying himself. "That cake scent has GOT to come off, sooner or later!"

As Jeremy dried himself off, he felt a bit strange between his legs, but he ignored it. Once dry, he smelled the towel out of sheer curiosity. "It smells like I rubbed a cake on it..." he muttered. He noticed bits of brown on the towel too, which when inspected, looked like tiny little crumbs, and even smelled sweet.



Jeremy tried to ignore the sweet scent, though he had to admit it was getting a bit irritating. "Do I have to bathe in tomato juice or what?" he asked out loud with a groan. He walked into the master bedroom where he and Ashley slept, and dug into the black dresser to pull out a fresh pair of underwear. He put his underwear over his average sized cock and balls, and then went to grab a shirt from the closet. Before he grabbed a shirt, he felt a sudden sensation in his underwear. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was a bizarre. He reached down to feel his crotch, and he felt an odd damp sensation. "I know I just took a shower, but..." at first, he thought he had soiled himself without knowing about it. He pulled down his underwear, and he noticed a small white splotch in his white underwear. It wouldn't stain it, but what was stranger, was the scent of it. Jeremy took off his underwear completely, brought it up to his nose, and smelled it. "...frosting?"



Jeremy was unsure about his next action, but he had to confirm his suspicions. With one hand holding his underwear, he gently touched the damp spot with one finger, brought it up to his mouth, and licked it. "It...It tastes delicious." He mumbled to himself. He wasn't sure what it could have been. It almost looked like semen, but the taste was far too sweet. The taste of what was in his underwear tasted just like the frosting he thought it smelled, and looked like.



Jeremy wasn't sure if he should even put on underwear now. He knew he took a shower, and while he didn't go into details of how he showered, he washed thoroughly enough to know he didn't have any frosting on him before. He wanted to pass it off as just something that he might have gotten on him from the bakery, but he couldn't explain how the frosting got inside his underwear. It was just then, as he looked down at his crotch, he saw his very cock drip a white fluid, the same one that was in his underwear. "Wait...that's?' he reached down, and gently squeezed his shaft. He let out a sharp gasp as a small surge of frosting shot out of his cock, as if his shaft was the tube that held frosting in. "W-what the hell?!"



Jeremy's small outburst was enough to cause Ashley to get out from the living room, and into the bedroom. She was about to ask what was going on, but then she noticed the small whitish spot that Jeremy made on the carpet beneath him. "Jeremy?" Ashley asked. "Did...did you just?"



Jeremy raised his head up to Ashley. The pair had seen each other naked before, they were intimate. It wasn't his nudity he had to be embarrassed about, but what expelled from his cock. "N-no it isn't that!" Jeremy stammered. "It...It looks and tastes like this weird frosting!" Jeremy couldn’t deny the scent of cake now, it was stronger than ever.



Ashley got down onto her knees to inspect the small pile of frosting that Jeremy had made. She touched it with a finger curiously to see what would happen, and she watched as it had the exact same texture as frosting, even sticking some to her fingers. She was a little concerned when it was stuck on her though. "This...this came out of you?" Ashley asked, confused. She knew it wasn't semen, one look and touch at it told her that. 



Jeremy slowly nodded. "I...yeah. I just..." Jeremy squeezed his cock with his index finger and thumb, and a small squirt of frosting shot out again, making him shiver with pleasure. "I- is this normal? Should we call a doctor or something?"



"I mean...it's unnatural to say the least..." Ashley couldn't help herself. Just like Jeremy, she squeezed his cock, and more frosting came out. She let go, and then with another squeeze, even more came out. "But it's also kind of...kinky, you know?"



Jeremy couldn't deny that it was weird, but it was also arousing in a bizarre way to feel the frosting come out of his cock the way it was. "Kind of." he said under his breath. "What are you thinking?"



Ashley took a deep breath. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and then placed her mouth over the tip, slightly open. She squeezed his cock from the base, all the way to his tip, and let the frosting come out from the tip of his cock into her mouth. She let the frosting rest on her tongue for a moment, and then swallowed. "How's this?"



Jeremy shuddered as Ashley squeezed the frosting from his cock as if his shaft were a toothpaste container. His knees buckled, and he sat down on the bed behind him. It was as if he orgasmed, but slowly when the frosting came out of him "It- it feels so...so good." He stammered. He knew it was wrong, but his body trembled from the arousal. Jeremy failed to notice that his balls looked as if they had shriveled up some. They were visibly smaller, and appeared as if the very testicles inside of them were half the size they once were.



Ashley didn't notice it either. She put her mouth around his shaft while her eyes looked up at him, and squeeze after squeeze, she emptied him out, draining him of frosting more and more.



Jeremy gasped and moaned at the sensations. It felt as if he were going through a slow orgasm with each squeeze out. At the same time, he felt strange as more frosting came out of him, as if he were losing more than that. He reached down to fondle his balls, but his fingers grabbed nothing. He watched as Ashley, with her eyes closed, moved in closer to Jeremy's crotch until she was right up against it. "Babe...stop...stop for a second."



Ashley opened her eyes, and slowly came to the realization that she had been moving closer to Jeremy's crotch. She pulled back, and then she stared at the cock that was once average, now down to nothing more than a few inches in length. Ashley could barely even grip the shaft, as there was so little TO grab. T-that's...that's unusual..."



Jeremy spread his legs to get a look at his cock, and he had to agree. His testicles were nowhere to be found, vanished, folded into the skin of his cock, but his shaft was barely anything. What's more, there was a strong sensation of pleasure that build inside of him, as if he were ready to experience one big orgasm, yet he just couldn't get it out. "What's...what's going on down there? What's happening to me?"



"I don't know babe." Ashley slowly stood back up. A bit of frosting rested just below her lips. "But I know that you smell a lot like a cake."



Jeremy threw his back onto the bed with a groan. He couldn't get the pressure out from between his legs. One hand stroked a patch of skin right behind his now extremely small cock. He knew he smelled cake, the scent never left him after a shower or any of the sort. "Nothing I do is getting rid of the scent...I showered, I soaped, nothing..." He could still feel the pressure between his legs. Even stopping the pleasure didn't stop the pressure. He felt so close, it just felt as if he needed something more.



"It's not a BAD smell." Ashley stood back up, and wiped her lips. "It's just...where were you?"



"Besides the bakery? I didn't go anywhere! Nobody said a curse to me or anything." Jeremy was quick to recall the chef saying something to him that sounded strange however. "But," he stood up, and went to the dresser. "That chef must have done something weird to me. I'm going to go back to her and give her a piece of my mind!" He only spoke to the chef, besides the bus driver, and the bus driver seemed too casual to cast anything.



Ashley watched Jeremy go to the dresser to get dressed. "Do you want me to come with you?" she asked with a hint of a worried tone.



Jeremy put on a white t-shirt, and then turned to Ashley with a grimace. He wasn't sure what was going on with his body. Sure, it was kinky to have his cock sucked in such a manner, heck maybe if he had frosting instead of cum and kept his cock, he might not complain, but it was losing his cock that was too much for him. He had to figure out what exactly was going on, and how to fix it. "If whatever's happening to me is because of the bakery, then I don't want you to get effected by it too, so no." Jeremy put on a pair of clean underwear, and then shorts. He grabbed his cell phone, and after he grabbed a pair of socks, he walked to the door of the bedroom, and then turned to Ashley. "I'll contact you if anything happens." Jeremy got a pair of black shoes on, and left.



Jeremy decided to take his car this time. It was approaching dinnertime, still early enough in the day that he could have taken the bus again, but his emotions told him to use the car instead. 

The smell of cake followed him constantly, and while he no longer leaked frosting from his crotch, there was a strange sloshing between his legs he felt every time his body swayed. He did his best to ignore the pressure he felt, and the strange sensations that he just couldn't explain, and just drove until he arrived at the street the bakery was on. Jeremy parked the car on the street, put a dollar in the parking meter right outside the bakery, and stepped right back into the bakery.



The bakery wasn't quite as busy as it was before, not that Jeremy focused on how busy it was, or wasn't. The moment he walked past the glass entrance, he noticed the chef, standing right behind the counter with a smile on her face. "Welcome back!" she spoke excitedly. "Have you changed your mind about our baked goods?"



Jeremy glared at the chef. He walked right up to the counter positioned slightly lower than the display cases, and put his hands right on top of it. "Just what kind of baked goods are you selling?" There was a hint of anger behind his tone, but he didn't lash out at her.



"Oh, I think you have a small idea already." The chef acted innocent, but she couldn't wipe the big grin off her face. "You already had a sample! If you want to see how they're made though, I can show you in the back!" The chef pointed to a set of swinging double doors right behind her.



Jeremy grimaced at the woman. Her smirk told him all he needed to know. "You really are the one doing this to me, aren't you?"



"Why, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." The chef kept her smile. "I just make baked foods, and that's it."



Jeremy picked up on the wordplay easily. "Yeah, you make baked goods alright, and you're making me into one too. Did you give me a sample that used to be a person? Are your cakes made of people?!"



"Dear, you're going to have to show me what you mean." The chef walked over to the side of the counter, and lifted up a small pathway that led inside. "Come with me into the kitchen."



Jeremy was hesitant to leave the eye of the public. If this chef was doing something to people, then he didn't want to get put in a situation where he was alone with her. He turned to see what few other bakery goers there were, though none seemed interested in what he was saying, likely thinking he was just crazy. "I think I'll pass."



"Oh now I insist." The chef waved a spatula towards the double doors. "You're asking if my cakes are made of people. You need to see how the cakes are made for yourself. Maybe that will put your mind at ease."



Jeremy was still uncertain. He had an idea that would make him feel a bit more confident though. "Only on the grounds that I can record everything back there." He took out his cell phone, and pressed the record button. It was only at about 80%, but it would do.



"Of course dear." The chef turned around to show her shapely rear. "Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination."

With a smile, and a song in her voice, she went through the double doors back into the kitchen.



Jeremy followed her back with the phone in his hand. He entered the kitchen, and immediately took a look around to see if there was anything dangerous.



The kitchen had multiple ovens lined up along the wall big enough to fit a normal person inside. Each oven had a window big enough to see inside of. 

There was also a long table in the center. Every ten feet on the table there was a small tray of knives, as well as an assortment of frosting in tubes. On the opposite wall sat various other kitchen utensils, though unlike the ovens, these utensils were more standard when it came to kitchens. There also was not a single chef working back there, but the scent of baked goods was as strong as ever.



"The ovens are a little big, but you haven't seen the cakes I've been making!" The chef walked over to a metal door. Above the door there was a sign that said 'FREEZER' directly above it. "Would you like to see one of the larger cakes? If you're afraid, these things are designed to open from the inside as well as outside."



Jeremy stared at the ovens. He noticed there was a rack at the very bottom of the ovens, but nothing else. A person could have easily stood in there. "You make giant massive cakes?" He knew he came there to confront her about how different his body was, but her kitchen was incredibly distracting. Plus, he didn't feel any pain between his legs. It was just a growing pressure, as if he had to pee, but he knew it wasn't that.



"Just check the freezer like I said." The chef opened up the freezer door. While the interior of the freezer wasn't visible from where Jeremy was standing, there was a button on the interior of the door that looked as if it could be used to push to get out.



Jeremy wasn't one to step into freezers. He glanced to the left, and then to the right, as if expecting an ambush. He walked over to the freezer, but kept a good five feet distance between the door and him. He looked inside, and he was baffled at the sight.



The freezer was as big as a small bedroom. Lined up along the walls seemed to be massive cakes, except they looked just like anthro creatures, furry animals, but with frosting and cake decorations instead of fur. Jeremy counted a good twelve of them, just in eyesight, all different animals. Each of them stood along the wall with their eyes closed, and dripping frosting out of their more private areas, whether male or female. Jeremy opened his mouth to say something in shock, but the chef was quick to cover it.



"They sleep in here together, don't wake them up!" she said in a loud whisper. She slowly closed the freezer door behind her. "They have to regenerate their parts after all, and sleeping is the best way to do it." 



Jeremy stepped back as he kept his eyes on the various creatures. "You have...the heck...they're alive?" He was at a loss for words. It brought more questions than answers. He remembered the sample he ate, but then he recalled the various baked goods on display that looked very much like paws. 



"They aren't in any pain or anything if that's what you're wondering when I get some...supplies from them." The chef said with a giggle. "But you do realize the reason I'm telling you this, right? After all, only two things know about a chef's secret ingredient. The chef themselves, and the cakes she makes."



Jeremy couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. It looked as if it were something out of a horror movie, and the chef was the villain. "Y-you...you're making...you're making me..."



"Into a cake." The chef closed the freezer door, and then suddenly grabbed Jeremy's crotch. Her pinkie finger dug gently into him, just past his small cock.



Jeremy let out a sharp yelp as the chef grabbed him so suddenly. He wanted to push her away, but he just couldn't muster the strength. He felt her pinkie poke him, and then he felt as if it poked right through him and entered him. It was then he felt a sudden gush of a liquid escape through into his underwear. It wasn't through his cock, but it was behind it. "U-uhnnn quit it!"



"What? I don't have to apply the frosting inside of you, you're already full of it." The chef giggled. "Why don't you take a look see underneath your undies, see for yourself."



Jeremy still held onto his phone. He gripped it tightly now as it kept recording. He knew what the chef was doing was incredibly bizarre, but he wasn't sure how much legal trouble she'd get into, maybe being declared insane, nothing more, there was no actual proof the cakes in her freezer used to be people. He wasn't even sure if they were alive, he just saw all of them with closed eyes, lined up against the freezer wall, looking as if they were in a peaceful slumber, though the chef said as much. He was hesitant to undress in front of the chef, but he had to show the camera, that was the only way to get actual proof on record what was happening. "J-just let me go use the bathroom." He turned to rush out the double doors.



The chef was quick to grab onto him. "Cakes shouldn't go into the bathroom, that's just downright dirty! You should stay here where it's nice and clean." With an innocent smile, the chef pointed her spatula at Jeremy, and then let him go. "Stay here and take off your pants for me."



Jeremy pulled from the chef, but he was surprised when she let him go just like that. He was ready to leave, but upon feeling the spatula pointed at him, his body froze, and he found his hands moved down to his pants, and slowly, he pulled them down for her. "H-hey! What are you, some kind of bakery witch or something?!"



"Something like that." The chef shrugged casually. "In any case, I haven't heard the cakes complain about living here getting their...parts removed on occasion." She smirked. "Some find it very pleasurable."



Jeremy blushed at the thought of it being pleasurable. He couldn't picture it himself, but he couldn't help it as his pants were removed in front of the chef to expose his legs once more. His camera got it all on record, including his damp underwear that leaked a white liquid out of it, liquid that dripped thicker than cum.



"The underwear too." The chef waved her spatula down in the direction of Jeremy's crotch.



Jeremy removed the underwear to reveal that the inside of his underwear looked as if it had been dipped in a vat of white frosting. There was also a feminine slit between his legs, effectively making him, into a 'her'. Although it was the only part of him that was female. "T-that's..." he stared down at his crotch in amazement. Even without the underwear, it continued to drip a liquid that looked like frosting between his legs.



"Frosting." The chef confirmed. "But hey, don't be afraid, we'll give you something cute instead of some lousy pair of pants." She giggled happily. "What do you think of a skirt? You should grow one, made ENTIRELY of pink frosting! Maybe something around the ankles too."



Jeremy wanted to refuse, but the moment the chef pointed the spatula at him, he felt himself changing. He felt a sudden strange growth as pink frills grew around his waist, and more pink frills around his ankles. It looked absolutely girly, but then again so did the vagina between his legs that just kept dripping. He reached down, shaking slightly as he touched the very tip of the new frills that just grew out of his waist. It was as if he were dipping a finger into the tip of a cake. He was suddenly startled as he felt the frills as if they were a part of his own body, causing him to slam his hand against his waist, but then he quickly raised it back up, creating a bit of a splatter on his waist of frosting, but the frills that he wrecked with his hand were already growing back into place.



"Oh that looks absolutely ADORABLE on you!" The chef squealed with glee. "But we can do so much better! You already smell so much like a cake, you know, I bet you haven't even bothered tasting yourself yet, besides the creme between your legs."



Jeremy raised a brow at the suggestion. "I wouldn't taste myself even if I got bit by a dog." He said with confidence. Although he hated to admit she was right about the cake part. The scent still clung to him strongly, but now he had a reason that the scent of cake was strong. He was in a bakery, after all. He couldn't help but raise his arm to his nose and give it a whiff. There was no doubt about it, he still smelled like a cake. He could still feel his heart pound from fear at what the chef was doing though. "B-but that isn't the point. Fix me!"



"Sure, I'll fix you right up, but you have to taste yourself first!" The chef didn't point the spatula at him this time. Should Jeremy taste his arm, it would have been by his own will.



Jeremy still felt fear running through his system. He was ready to fight or flight, but he had to control his emotions. He couldn't run out into the world now, not the way he was. Wearing pants would be incredibly difficult, and he couldn't stop the dripping between his legs. The drips were more constant now too, not quite frosting, but another part of a cake entirely. With a grimace, Jeremy stuck his tongue out from his mouth, and then licked his arm.

Then, Jeremy licked his arm again with widening eyes.

"I'm...delicious." he mumbled to himself. He couldn't believe it. He tasted like an undecorated cake, sugary, sweet, part of him was ready to chomp right down on his arm, but he knew exactly what he was going to be biting into if he did that, plus the idea that HE was the delicious one scared him even more.



"Good, glad you think you're tasty." The chef pointed the spatula at him. "I can tell you're quite worried. Stay right where you are, and drop that cell phone. Cakes don’t use phones, that's just downright silly."



Jeremy found his body obeying. The phone dropped from his hand, and clanked down onto the floor. He wanted to move his feet to run from her, but it felt as if his feet were just glued to the ground. No matter how much he wiggled the top part of his body to run, he just couldn't. He felt his nether lips continue to drip the fluid between his legs.



"Now, onto the table." The chef pointed her spatula at him, and then at the wide table in the center of the kitchen. "Off with the shoes and socks. Today, I'm making a brand new cake!"



Jeremy couldn't help himself. He found his body moved to the table, and he took off his shoes and socks, leaving him in nothing but his shirt, and the frosting the chef put on his body. He wished he could have ran, he wished he could have done something, anything to prevent what the chef was doing, but his body just didn't obey his desires.



"You see, the important thing about cooking is, if you have a good idea about what you're making, and you're consistent with the ingredients." The chef said as she opened up a cabinet, and pulled out various ingredients such as sugar, flour, eggs, general ingredients one would need to make a cake. "Then the food will be nice and tame instead of wild and unpredictable. We'll start with the bottom, then work our way up." She started humming to herself as she started to mix various ingredients together into a metal bowl.



Jeremy struggled to move, but just as his feet felt as if they were glued to the ground earlier, it now felt like his bare bottom was stuck to the table. It didn't help that the frosting from his vagina continued to drip down between his legs. He already had made a small puddle on the floor, but now he was making a mess on the table. He turned to his phone, still on the ground and recording, and he tried to reach it, but to no avail. "Dammit...at least Ashley knows where I am. She'll figure out what happened!"



"Oh, I figure you would have told someone." The chef set the bowl down a good ten feet away from Jeremy. She picked up his cell phone, turned it off, and then casually tossed it into a small trash behind her. With her spatula, she then pointed at him. "Don't struggle by the way. You know I've made plenty of cakes, so I've prepared for all kinds of situations." She walked back to the bowl, set down her spatula, and pulled out what looked like raw dough. She took out a ball of it, and then put it on Jeremy's foot. She began to mold and bend the dough, and as her fingertips folded and created a shape, Jeremy could start to feel that same foot changing, as if the dough was effecting him on the inside, as well as the outside. "One had their partner come here with them! They enjoyed having a sample of their friend when I was done with my work. Blissfully unaware of what lied beyond those swinging doors."



Jeremy felt a cold sensation when the dough ball hit his foot. It was a bizarre feeling, one which was hard to describe at first. It was as if he was being given a foot massage, but both inside, and outside. He wanted to kick her, but with the command she gave him, he just couldn't move. He could only watch as his foot was reformed into what looked like a massive three digit paw, a good shoe size 18 if he had to guess. He couldn't see the bottom, but he felt the chef add proper paw pads too. He was utterly horrified at his foot. It was as white as dough, and while he couldn't struggle, he could wiggle his toes, but when he did so, it just wiggled one of the paw digits instead, as if it had become part of him.



"Hehe, wiggle those big paws girl!" The chef laughed as she repeated the process for his other foot, and then began applying dough to the rest of his legs and thighs. As she did, the frosting that was already on him grew through the dough to still stick out like a sore thumb, but his legs, and now his paw feet, looked like uncooked cake. She dipped a finger into the frosting that Jeremy leaked, and helped herself to a taste. "Mmm...You'll be my best creation yet."



Jeremy stared down at his legs. His legs were an off-white in terms of color. He was about to touch it, but the chef slapped his hand away. It wasn't that he thought he could fix himself, he knew he couldn't run, the chef told him as such, but he was curious as to exactly what the chef was doing.



"Don't touch it until I'm finished baking!" The chef scolded as she started to put more dough on his belly. "You can take off your shirt while we're at it though! Unless you prefer I work on it like this..." the chef suddenly pushed dough underneath his shirt. It rode his shirt up as the dough stopped just at his chest, forming what looked like a pair of tits underneath his shirt.



"B-baking?" Jeremy muttered underneath his breath. He looked towards the oven, and then back at her. "You're going to put me in there?!" He felt too panicked to even listen about his shirt. His shirt rode up on the tits she made. The extra dough she put on him made his body look far more like a 'her' than a 'him'.



"I guess that's a no on taking off the shirt then." The chef placed a slab of dough on Jeremy's face. "It's alright, it's just going to ride up on those tits. Now, lie down and let me do my work, cake!"



Jeremy couldn't say no as the dough smacked his face. He fell back against the table with a loud "MPH!" though he was helpless as the dough from the chef molded him. He could feel his body reshaping, expanding, and his fingers remolding. His shirt was still on him, but the larger his body was getting, the more his shirt rode up. He couldn't see what was going on, but he could feel his stomach become exposed.



"You'll have your mouth and eyes back, don't worry about that kind of stuff." The chef continued her work, though she also put a slab of yellow frosting right on top of Jeremy's hair, and spread it out. Jeremy's hearing vanished, but it came back when the chef pulled out some of the dough to form ears. Bit by bit, the chef reformed his face. His eyes came back, his mouth, his nose, although he was hardly the same shape he had been in before. The chef had pulled his belly and added what looked like 50 pounds to his frame. His hands were changed into four digit paws, he had a pair of C tits, and his face had been stretched out into a small muzzle. There was also a slab of frosting that oozed down his hair, melding and merging with it. "There. You're looking better already!"



Jeremy could only sit still as his eyesight came back. He went cross eyes and noticed a small muzzle sticking out in front of him. He opened his mouth, and his lips felt sticky, as if he had developed a severe case of dry mouth. He looked at his hands, now made into large paws, and then down at his body in disbelief. He looked as if he were some sort of chubby woman without pants, and a shirt that just rode up on his tits. He could feel the pressure pushed against them. To top it off, quite literally, his hair also felt sticky. He reached up to feel it, and then moved his paw back in front of him to find yellow frosting. His jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief at himself.



"Oh, you already look so delicious, I bet customers would love to just have RIGHT at you!" The chef exclaimed with a look that could only be described as overjoyed. "Now, there's only one more thing that has to be done before you're a cake entirely!" She pointed at the giant ovens. "Time to step inside and heat you right up."



Jeremy felt fear rush through his system, but what made it so much worse, and filled him with even more fright, was the fact that he didn't feel a pulsing beat of his heart. He could still breathe, he could still blink, but not even he was sure how 'alive' he was. "I- I can't go in there. You'll bake me alive!"



The chef twirled a spatula. "True, you'll be cooked alive, but look at yourself, you're a cake, tried and true. You're just an uncooked cake, decorated with frosting. If it makes you feel any better, the ovens have a failsafe. Hell, they don't even go above 100 degrees. They're magical ovens. Do NOT ask how much they cost, I do NOT want to get into that. Point being, it's obviously unsafe to sell such massive things, so they're designed not to work on humans. Cakes though...well..." The chef pointed her spatula to the oven. "Step on in."



Jeremy wanted to do something, anything but be baked, but when the chef pointed the spatula to the oven, his fate was sealed. He felt his body stand up, and make its way to the oven. He felt the insides of him churn with creme one would put between cake layers. "No..." he said, just as the oven opened up for him. "NO!"



Sometime later...



Ashley walked up to the bakery just as it was approaching dusk. She had not heard back from him in quite some time, and she was getting worried. As she entered the bakery, she noticed it was largely empty with the exception of the chef that was sweeping, and a cake creature. The creature was clearly a she, complete with a dripping vagina. Frosting circled around the creature's ankles, wrists, and stomach in a pattern as if it were frilly frosting. Her stomach was massive, as were her tits. Had she been an actual person, she would have weighed a good 300 pounds. Her cheeks puffed out as creme dripped from her mouth, and her hair, which was made of frosting, complete with a strawberry on top. The cake's nipples were large frosting tips too. She was about a foot shorter than Jeremy, if Ashley had to estimate. What was absolutely amazing, was that the cake breathed, and her eyes looked up at Ashley as if the cake were a living, breathing thing. "Uh...hello?" she asked the cake.



The cake, once formerly known as Jeremy, looked up at Ashley with panic in her eyes. She opened her mouth, and creme shot out underneath her visible buck teeth. "Free samples?" she asked. "Free samples, free samples?"



The chef from behind the counter couldn't help but giggle. "That's all she can say, don't worry. If you want any samples, feel free to help yourself! She's just oozing with anticipation, quite literally I might add."



Ashley turned back to the cake, and noticed she was dripping creme straight from her bare naked vagina, straight onto the ground. "I'll...I'll pass. Have you seen a man named Jeremy? He was supposed to come by here earlier..."



Jeremy tried to speak up, but she just continued to say the same two words she was forced to say thanks to the chef. "Free samples, free samples!"



The chef shrugged. "He was here earlier. He might still be around." she pointed her spatula at Ashley. "Tell you what, head on into the kitchen with me, and we'll look for him...together."

