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Chapter 2: Prerequisites

(Food TF, TG)

Most of the students had been a little too shocked or flustered by the sight of a classmate being melted and churned into batter to think of any really meaningful questions for the teacher, so as the oven quite literally worked it’s magic, Pete eventually returned to his seat. Instead of any deeper theorem, the rest of the class simply resorted to half-hearted introductions. A few actually got up and left halfway through, looking at the floor and mumbling out breathless excuses.
For his part, Peter was too distracted thinking about the girl that he had seen mixed into batter and poured into cupcake tins to consider walking out, or even pay attention to whomever was offering their reasons for attending the class. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to stifle the potent erection that he had developed under his desk. He was really hoping that Cheffess Evaline didn’t call him back up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” The Cheffess clapped, her outlandishly proportioned breasts jiggling in the confines of her apron. “I can’t wait to get started with this delectable class! And speaking of which, it’s time for our first assignment!”
Practically on cue, the oven let off a pointed *ding* as it’s timer went off. Evaline happily bustled over, applying a pair of oven mitts and bending at the waist to open the door. She cooed as the waft of hot, cakey aroma hit her.
“Aaah” she sighed. “I never get tired of that first whiff of the freshly baked”
The apron-bound woman stood up, both of her mittened hands holding a tray of steaming cupcakes, each one almost surreal in their domed, golden brown perfection.
Pete licked his lips as the scrumptious smell hit him and the rest of the class, one row after another.
“Let’s start off with a little bit of fun!” Evaline smiled, placing the trays down and gesturing to a series of inserts. Each one was laden with candies, sprinkles, bagged icing and other toppings. “Cupcake decorating! Don’t be shy now, everyone grab a cupcake and get to work!”

Pete was among the first trickle of students to reach the front, picking out one of the invitingly rich cakes and looking over the rainbow of ingredients at his disposal. He felt the warmth of the confection in his hand, the round softness of it that ignited his lusty imagination. Something about the warmth and yielding nature of the treat could only make him think of feminine curves. Holding it felt like caressing and fondling heavy, pliant flesh. Actually feeling the warmth of it….a baked good that less than an hour ago was a human girl. A girl he had met. Had spoken to. He glanced over at the discarded clothing still lying on her chair. He found himself raising his hand.
“Is….is she still...here?” He asked hesitantly.
“Who?...Oh, the cupcakes!” Aveline realized. “Of course they’re still aware, to an extent. Little things like surroundings or words don’t really matter to food, but almost every foodstuff has at least a hazy realization of their environment. They can still think, but most don’t really think about much besides how delicious they are. A good treat only focuses on the important things...like flavour, toppings...a fork, a hungry set of fingers...a warm, wet tongue…” she shivered in delight. “Oh...it’s hard to explain. You’ll only really understand when you chow down”

Spurred by their teacher’s enthusiasm, the class set to work, each quietly eager to take her up on her word and sample their own enchanting confection. Pete worked on a basis of frosting and a “bullseye” pattern of different coloured sprinkles. Jesse was glancing at other cupcakes while turning the top of hers into a riot of mixed ingredients, while Esme was doing something with blue and white crystalline sugar. The tall girl, Becca, had begun to use a toothpick to define an impressive design that looked like an ornate spider-web. Even Aveline seemed interested in her work.
Pete finished his just as a red-haired girl with Asian features completed the gaily-coloured smiley face on her own.
“That’s lovely work, Peter” she grinned, reflecting the expression of her cupcake.
“Oh...thank you” Pete responded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…”
“Lena” she offered, removing a bit of errant icing with her thumb. “So, when do you think we get to eat these?”

“While I’d love to see you all enjoy your first treat” The Cheffess responded as if listening in “We’re running out of time for tonight” She looked over the multicoloured array of confections in front of her and grinned “Oh my, I see so much potential in all of these! Oh...Becca, was it? I especially love the attention to detail on yours…”

“Thanks” The tall girl responded. “Used to be an art major, once upon a time”

“As far as I can see, everyone passes their first assignment!” Evaline clapped her hands. Smiles and little noises of relief wafted up from the group. Pete could only look down at the concentric rainbow of his own cupcake and admire the intense colours of the sprinkles. Something about their position on top of the pastry seemed to ignite the toppings with a newfound vivacity, as if they were excited to be a part of the process.

Around the room, the other students were picking up their bags and making for the door, some faster than others.
“Oh!” Evaline called out. “There are some to-go boxes by the exit to safely transport your homework! Your assignment is to eat up and enjoy! And be sure to dress in light clothing next week, the kitchen gets hot!”

Pete had begun to move towards his things when Evaline’s singsong voice chimed out his name. “Peter, could you stay behind for just a moment? I’d like to have a little one-on-one with you”

Peter felt an oddly warm sensation of butterflies stir in his gut at this beckon. One part of him was practically salivating at the chance to spend more time with this entrancing, scantily clad woman, but on the other hand, being under her direct attention seemed to carry the very real chance of being processed into baked goods.
And yet…that prospect no longer held the same dread that it once did. If anything, he felt a sense of nervous temptation. He walked back to the front of the room and sat in the chair she offered. Evaline had his cupcake in front of her, and seemed to be adding some pink sugar of her own that he hadn’t seen on the decorating table.

“So tell me…” Evaline enquired as she began to pour more of the pink powder into a small batch of icing and mix it. “What do you think of our class?”

“Why is it always girls?” Peter asked to himself, silently. “ How can you legally just CONSUME someone? Is it even ethical to capitalize on a snap decision that completely changes someone’s life?”

Then he remembered the certainty of the girl’s movements as she climbed into that bowl. The passion and serenity that oozed from the cupcake that he held. The frantic, warm libido that was carried on it’s aroma, which even now caused the flustered young man to slide his eyes towards Evaline’s deep line of exposed cleavage and infect his thoughts with lustful imagery. He wanted her, plain as day. He wanted to explore her body and her passions and drink her into himself. But most of all, he wanted to taste that cupcake. To plunge into the ocean of sensation that the feel, dazzling colours and scent promised….

“I think” he finally said. “It’s amazing. I think THIS is amazing, YOU are amazing. This place doesn’t seem real, but I’m standing in it. And you’re giving me the chance to LIVE in this world? To help make it?” He paused to take a breath. His heart was beating up in his throat, like the first time he thought he was in love.
“I want more. I’ll go as far as I have to”

“Glad to hear it” Evaline responded, handing Peter the cupcake that she had just finished. The pink icing and sugar had been subtly added to his own decorations. Rosy floral dots circled his multicoloured bullseye, and the entire pastry sparkled with the deep mauve crystals of sugar that had festooned it. Peter knew that there was something very special about the confection that he had just been handed. That eating it would be a contract in itself. But he was two bites in before even a flicker of doubt passed his mind.

It had been everything he had hoped for. The moist, bready sweetness of the cake blended with the airy sugar of the icing in his mouth, punctuated by the crackle of sprinkles. The entire pastry was saturated with excitement, with heady abandon and ecstatic revery. He could feel the helpless, wriggling delight of the ingredient...what had been her name again? It didn’t matter, he could feel her euphoria, her pleasure at being consumed and enjoyed. Within a single mouthful, all of his questions and apprehensions had been answered.

“That’s the enthusiasm we love to see” the Cheffess giggled as Pete licked the last of the icing from his fingers.

Peter could feel his insides reacting to the treat, pleasantly warming up and shifting as the palpable energy the cake had retained blossomed inside of him. He drew a shuddering breath. The sensation wasn’t fading. It burbled and reacted with his gut. A thrilling charge had divested his body, pumping along his nerve endings and dropping down, focusing on his crotch. He writhed in sensation and felt himself stiffen almost painfully. Pleasure surged along his length as he tried to cross and uncross his legs in response.
“Tell me Peter….do you know why we only use female ingredients?” Evaline inquired, watching him with a smile.
“Girls ah….taste better” Pete grunted as he felt his legs flex, the fabric of his pants tickling against his smooth legs in an unexpected way. “I read the brochure”
“And that IS true...but there’s a little more to it than that” Evaline noted, watching him approvingly. “In simple terms, women are just much more compatible with magic”
Peter felt his face start to warp painlessly, his jaw thinning and rounding out as his eyes seemed to grow slightly larger, rounder. He let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched moan as his lips plumped up.
“There are a few theories. Maybe it’s purely biological….We are natural vessels after all” One of Evaline’s hands disappeared beneath the edge of the table as Peter’s own hands began to thin and shrink, growing dainter. The Cheffess gave a small moan of her own. “There are some that believe that Gaia herself gave her daughters the gift of magic to wield and experience. Others suppose it’s a sign of our evolution, as humanity gradually does away with the need for two sexes”
Peter felt his chest grow hot as twin spots of pleasure manifested themselves at the points that his stiffening nipples met the fabric of his shirt. His flesh roiled and duplicated as he felt the presence of new growth pushing at his skin, causing his chest to bulge outwards. He was distracted from this by the rubbery sensation of being pulled in two directions as his hips widened.
“But in any case” the teacher continued “It’s why there are so many more witches and enchantresses than wizards, these days. It’s why fairies and nymphs are always female”
“A-and always...naked” Peter grunted softly as he felt his hair tickling the back of his neck...and the tops of his shoulders.
Evaline brought her arms together, creating an even deeper valley of her already boggling cleavage. Peter licked his new lips.
“It’s a perk, honestly.” Evaline smiled. Peter smiled back, openly panting as he felt his waist constrict, growing thinner, narrower.
“But you’ll understand that, in due time.” The cheffess continued. “I’m telling you all of this…..Mister Beckridge, because the nature of Cosmagic’s enchantments and magic only allow for female cheffesses in our certification program. I’m sure you understand….”

Pete let out a long, utterly feminine moan as he felt his stiff member slide inside of himself, his ripe, impossibly sensitive head giving a final, miniscule spurt as it retreated into the folds of flesh that lay between his soft, smooth thighs. Peter shuddered, lost in the sensation as he finally became fully female, his organs undergoing one final rearrangement before growing inert. Evaline watched the fresh woman as she dismounted her climax, drawing long, shuddering breaths. This one was a looker, with well formed lips and large, soulful eyes. Pete had turned out a bit on the slim side, his new protruding butt and small breasts positively withering in example to his teacher’s, but that would change. In time.
Evaline guided the trembling Peter to standing, helping the young woman grab her books on the way out of the building.
“T….that was intense” Peter shuddered, her new high, soft voice fluctuating as she attempted to adjust to it.
“It’s a more stable, potent version of a Pink Pill” Evaline responded. “Helps with adjusting ingredients. You’ll know more about them later.”
“How long does this….last?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.
“How long do you plan on being a Cheffess?” Evaline smiled, her fingers dancing across Peter’s shoulders. “It’s a one way street from here on in. All you need is willing hands and open minds.
The feminized Peter groped at her own breast, feeling the new rush of sensation at the contact. Her legs buckled, thighs clapping together without a familiar presence to bar their joining. Something within her abdomen felt like it was sweating. Heat and thrumming pleasure erupted within her loins, slickening her new reproductive folds.
“I-is it always like this?” She gasped.
“It’s a bit of afterglow from the pill” Evaline explained, looking over Peter’s thin shoulders and appreciating the mass of her butt. “Should last the rest of the evening, and I suggest you use it to do some exploration. Can you think of anyone who can help you with that?”
“I’m sure…..I’m sure I can find someone”
“Looking like that? I don’t doubt it. Enjoy, you crazy kid. I’ve got a good feeling about you” The cheffess gave Pete a playful slap on the butt as she walked out. “See you next week!”

“And welcome to Cosmagic Kitchens!”

Description
Chapter 2: Prerequisites

(Food TF, TG)

Most of the students had been a little too shocked or flustered by the sight of a classmate being melted and churned into batter to think of any really meaningful questions for the teacher, so as the oven quite literally worked it’s magic, Pete eventually returned to his seat. Instead of any deeper theorem, the rest of the class simply resorted to half-hearted introductions. A few actually got up and left halfway through, looking at the floor and mumbling out breathless excuses.
For his part, Peter was too distracted thinking about the girl that he had seen mixed into batter and poured into cupcake tins to consider walking out, or even pay attention to whomever was offering their reasons for attending the class. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to stifle the potent erection that he had developed under his desk. He was really hoping that Cheffess Evaline didn’t call him back up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” The Cheffess clapped, her outlandishly proportioned breasts jiggling in the confines of her apron. “I can’t wait to get started with this delectable class! And speaking of which, it’s time for our first assignment!”
Practically on cue, the oven let off a pointed *ding* as it’s timer went off. Evaline happily bustled over, applying a pair of oven mitts and bending at the waist to open the door. She cooed as the waft of hot, cakey aroma hit her.
“Aaah” she sighed. “I never get tired of that first whiff of the freshly baked”
The apron-bound woman stood up, both of her mittened hands holding a tray of steaming cupcakes, each one almost surreal in their domed, golden brown perfection.
Pete licked his lips as the scrumptious smell hit him and the rest of the class, one row after another.
“Let’s start off with a little bit of fun!” Evaline smiled, placing the trays down and gesturing to a series of inserts. Each one was laden with candies, sprinkles, bagged icing and other toppings. “Cupcake decorating! Don’t be shy now, everyone grab a cupcake and get to work!”

Pete was among the first trickle of students to reach the front, picking out one of the invitingly rich cakes and looking over the rainbow of ingredients at his disposal. He felt the warmth of the confection in his hand, the round softness of it that ignited his lusty imagination. Something about the warmth and yielding nature of the treat could only make him think of feminine curves. Holding it felt like caressing and fondling heavy, pliant flesh. Actually feeling the warmth of it….a baked good that less than an hour ago was a human girl. A girl he had met. Had spoken to. He glanced over at the discarded clothing still lying on her chair. He found himself raising his hand.
“Is….is she still...here?” He asked hesitantly.
“Who?...Oh, the cupcakes!” Aveline realized. “Of course they’re still aware, to an extent. Little things like surroundings or words don’t really matter to food, but almost every foodstuff has at least a hazy realization of their environment. They can still think, but most don’t really think about much besides how delicious they are. A good treat only focuses on the important things...like flavour, toppings...a fork, a hungry set of fingers...a warm, wet tongue…” she shivered in delight. “Oh...it’s hard to explain. You’ll only really understand when you chow down”

Spurred by their teacher’s enthusiasm, the class set to work, each quietly eager to take her up on her word and sample their own enchanting confection. Pete worked on a basis of frosting and a “bullseye” pattern of different coloured sprinkles. Jesse was glancing at other cupcakes while turning the top of hers into a riot of mixed ingredients, while Esme was doing something with blue and white crystalline sugar. The tall girl, Becca, had begun to use a toothpick to define an impressive design that looked like an ornate spider-web. Even Aveline seemed interested in her work.
Pete finished his just as a red-haired girl with Asian features completed the gaily-coloured smiley face on her own.
“That’s lovely work, Peter” she grinned, reflecting the expression of her cupcake.
“Oh...thank you” Pete responded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…”
“Lena” she offered, removing a bit of errant icing with her thumb. “So, when do you think we get to eat these?”

“While I’d love to see you all enjoy your first treat” The Cheffess responded as if listening in “We’re running out of time for tonight” She looked over the multicoloured array of confections in front of her and grinned “Oh my, I see so much potential in all of these! Oh...Becca, was it? I especially love the attention to detail on yours…”

“Thanks” The tall girl responded. “Used to be an art major, once upon a time”

“As far as I can see, everyone passes their first assignment!” Evaline clapped her hands. Smiles and little noises of relief wafted up from the group. Pete could only look down at the concentric rainbow of his own cupcake and admire the intense colours of the sprinkles. Something about their position on top of the pastry seemed to ignite the toppings with a newfound vivacity, as if they were excited to be a part of the process.

Around the room, the other students were picking up their bags and making for the door, some faster than others.
“Oh!” Evaline called out. “There are some to-go boxes by the exit to safely transport your homework! Your assignment is to eat up and enjoy! And be sure to dress in light clothing next week, the kitchen gets hot!”

Pete had begun to move towards his things when Evaline’s singsong voice chimed out his name. “Peter, could you stay behind for just a moment? I’d like to have a little one-on-one with you”

Peter felt an oddly warm sensation of butterflies stir in his gut at this beckon. One part of him was practically salivating at the chance to spend more time with this entrancing, scantily clad woman, but on the other hand, being under her direct attention seemed to carry the very real chance of being processed into baked goods.
And yet…that prospect no longer held the same dread that it once did. If anything, he felt a sense of nervous temptation. He walked back to the front of the room and sat in the chair she offered. Evaline had his cupcake in front of her, and seemed to be adding some pink sugar of her own that he hadn’t seen on the decorating table.

“So tell me…” Evaline enquired as she began to pour more of the pink powder into a small batch of icing and mix it. “What do you think of our class?”

“Why is it always girls?” Peter asked to himself, silently. “ How can you legally just CONSUME someone? Is it even ethical to capitalize on a snap decision that completely changes someone’s life?”

Then he remembered the certainty of the girl’s movements as she climbed into that bowl. The passion and serenity that oozed from the cupcake that he held. The frantic, warm libido that was carried on it’s aroma, which even now caused the flustered young man to slide his eyes towards Evaline’s deep line of exposed cleavage and infect his thoughts with lustful imagery. He wanted her, plain as day. He wanted to explore her body and her passions and drink her into himself. But most of all, he wanted to taste that cupcake. To plunge into the ocean of sensation that the feel, dazzling colours and scent promised….

“I think” he finally said. “It’s amazing. I think THIS is amazing, YOU are amazing. This place doesn’t seem real, but I’m standing in it. And you’re giving me the chance to LIVE in this world? To help make it?” He paused to take a breath. His heart was beating up in his throat, like the first time he thought he was in love.
“I want more. I’ll go as far as I have to”

“Glad to hear it” Evaline responded, handing Peter the cupcake that she had just finished. The pink icing and sugar had been subtly added to his own decorations. Rosy floral dots circled his multicoloured bullseye, and the entire pastry sparkled with the deep mauve crystals of sugar that had festooned it. Peter knew that there was something very special about the confection that he had just been handed. That eating it would be a contract in itself. But he was two bites in before even a flicker of doubt passed his mind.

It had been everything he had hoped for. The moist, bready sweetness of the cake blended with the airy sugar of the icing in his mouth, punctuated by the crackle of sprinkles. The entire pastry was saturated with excitement, with heady abandon and ecstatic revery. He could feel the helpless, wriggling delight of the ingredient...what had been her name again? It didn’t matter, he could feel her euphoria, her pleasure at being consumed and enjoyed. Within a single mouthful, all of his questions and apprehensions had been answered.

“That’s the enthusiasm we love to see” the Cheffess giggled as Pete licked the last of the icing from his fingers.

Peter could feel his insides reacting to the treat, pleasantly warming up and shifting as the palpable energy the cake had retained blossomed inside of him. He drew a shuddering breath. The sensation wasn’t fading. It burbled and reacted with his gut. A thrilling charge had divested his body, pumping along his nerve endings and dropping down, focusing on his crotch. He writhed in sensation and felt himself stiffen almost painfully. Pleasure surged along his length as he tried to cross and uncross his legs in response.
“Tell me Peter….do you know why we only use female ingredients?” Evaline inquired, watching him with a smile.
“Girls ah….taste better” Pete grunted as he felt his legs flex, the fabric of his pants tickling against his smooth legs in an unexpected way. “I read the brochure”
“And that IS true...but there’s a little more to it than that” Evaline noted, watching him approvingly. “In simple terms, women are just much more compatible with magic”
Peter felt his face start to warp painlessly, his jaw thinning and rounding out as his eyes seemed to grow slightly larger, rounder. He let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched moan as his lips plumped up.
“There are a few theories. Maybe it’s purely biological….We are natural vessels after all” One of Evaline’s hands disappeared beneath the edge of the table as Peter’s own hands began to thin and shrink, growing dainter. The Cheffess gave a small moan of her own. “There are some that believe that Gaia herself gave her daughters the gift of magic to wield and experience. Others suppose it’s a sign of our evolution, as humanity gradually does away with the need for two sexes”
Peter felt his chest grow hot as twin spots of pleasure manifested themselves at the points that his stiffening nipples met the fabric of his shirt. His flesh roiled and duplicated as he felt the presence of new growth pushing at his skin, causing his chest to bulge outwards. He was distracted from this by the rubbery sensation of being pulled in two directions as his hips widened.
“But in any case” the teacher continued “It’s why there are so many more witches and enchantresses than wizards, these days. It’s why fairies and nymphs are always female”
“A-and always...naked” Peter grunted softly as he felt his hair tickling the back of his neck...and the tops of his shoulders.
Evaline brought her arms together, creating an even deeper valley of her already boggling cleavage. Peter licked his new lips.
“It’s a perk, honestly.” Evaline smiled. Peter smiled back, openly panting as he felt his waist constrict, growing thinner, narrower.
“But you’ll understand that, in due time.” The cheffess continued. “I’m telling you all of this…..Mister Beckridge, because the nature of Cosmagic’s enchantments and magic only allow for female cheffesses in our certification program. I’m sure you understand….”

Pete let out a long, utterly feminine moan as he felt his stiff member slide inside of himself, his ripe, impossibly sensitive head giving a final, miniscule spurt as it retreated into the folds of flesh that lay between his soft, smooth thighs. Peter shuddered, lost in the sensation as he finally became fully female, his organs undergoing one final rearrangement before growing inert. Evaline watched the fresh woman as she dismounted her climax, drawing long, shuddering breaths. This one was a looker, with well formed lips and large, soulful eyes. Pete had turned out a bit on the slim side, his new protruding butt and small breasts positively withering in example to his teacher’s, but that would change. In time.
Evaline guided the trembling Peter to standing, helping the young woman grab her books on the way out of the building.
“T….that was intense” Peter shuddered, her new high, soft voice fluctuating as she attempted to adjust to it.
“It’s a more stable, potent version of a Pink Pill” Evaline responded. “Helps with adjusting ingredients. You’ll know more about them later.”
“How long does this….last?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.
“How long do you plan on being a Cheffess?” Evaline smiled, her fingers dancing across Peter’s shoulders. “It’s a one way street from here on in. All you need is willing hands and open minds.
The feminized Peter groped at her own breast, feeling the new rush of sensation at the contact. Her legs buckled, thighs clapping together without a familiar presence to bar their joining. Something within her abdomen felt like it was sweating. Heat and thrumming pleasure erupted within her loins, slickening her new reproductive folds.
“I-is it always like this?” She gasped.
“It’s a bit of afterglow from the pill” Evaline explained, looking over Peter’s thin shoulders and appreciating the mass of her butt. “Should last the rest of the evening, and I suggest you use it to do some exploration. Can you think of anyone who can help you with that?”
“I’m sure…..I’m sure I can find someone”
“Looking like that? I don’t doubt it. Enjoy, you crazy kid. I’ve got a good feeling about you” The cheffess gave Pete a playful slap on the butt as she walked out. “See you next week!”

“And welcome to Cosmagic Kitchens!”