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Chapter 1: Prep Work

(Transformation, Female Nudity, Melting, Food TF)

Peter stood before the entrance to the college learning annex, hesitantly fingering the somewhat dogeared submission form that he held in his hands. Below the elaborate Cosmagic logo, the form had been filled out in entirety, save for his signature on the bottom. He grunted and checked his watch. An hour before the class. He had that long before he had to make a final decision. Really, it was less of a deal than he was making it, he was just finding reasons to hesitate. The front tuition had been paid, he’d done the research and brought the texts. He had invested enough time and resources into this to make it a commitment. But signing the form made it official, legal.

There was a hand on his shoulder. A short blonde woman clutching a stack of books similar to his own offered Rupert a wide grin.
“Are you applying too?” She laughed. “That’s amazing! I can’t imagine there’ll be too many guys in the class!”
She slipped past him, dashing inside.
That last little temptation was all the young man needed. He gathered his courage, venturing inside.

Rupert hadn’t begun his postsecondary education with plans to become a pastry chef. Once upon a time, he had come to university in pursuit of an Economics degree. The young man had always had a head for numbers, and imagined that one day he could be some hotshot Wall Street broker, or even a trusted accountant to a big business. At least, that’s what his student councillor had told him. And he had believed it.
The first year had worked for him. He had a small circle of colleagues and had managed to hook up with a girl in his class, Jodie, who he liked to think kept him motivated. They all met regularly for large study parties, holed up in the library or at some common room, noses buried in financial theory.
The trouble, if it could be called that, started when the Snack Circuit started up. Just a simple agreement for one person to always bring something to eat to each study session. When it was Pete’s first turn, he decided to bake some homemade chocolate chip cookies that went over very well with the group. So, next time, it was poppyseed cake with a recipe for a passionfruit glaze that he found online. Then he surprised them with Salted Caramel Brownies.
At that point, everyone agreed to share their study notes with him if he baked for the group every time. Then came the Cookie-dough Cheesecake Bars, and then the Banana Pudding Parfaits....
He had started to spend more time experimenting with recipes than taking notes. But that was of little concern when there were miniature Pineapple Upside-Down Cakes to make, and Sweet Cream Blueberry Scones with Tea for that one morning cram session before midterms. And that was how he came to be three-quarters through his second year of an economics major with a shelf full of cookbooks, an album of recipe cards and a 54.5 grade point average.
Peter and his study group agreed it was best to drop out before finals to avoid making a COMPLETE ass of himself. But that still left him with barely a third of an education, a gap between himself and his dwindling friends, and few prospects. That was when the flyer on the after-hours learning annex board caught his eye.
“Cosmagic Kitchens Certification Course” it advertised. “Apply your love of baking to the forefront of a cutting edge field. Placement and employment guaranteed for everyone! No magical aptitudes necessary.”
Sounding almost too good to be true, Peter had sent in his application email and filled out the form.
Now here we was, heading into the college’s culinary classroom. It was a large, well lit room, mostly populated by individual cooking stations for students, with a cluster of desks and a whiteboard against the far end. Numerous large plastic crates stamped with the Cosmagic logo were stacked in one corner of the room.

He looked to be one of the last ones through the door. The rest of the class was gathered by the desks and looked to be entirely composed of women. They were laughing, talking or just comparing notes. The girl who had passed him at the entrance waved Peter down to a small group of students that she had been talking to.
“Heya handsome! Over here!”
Peter ambled across the room, shaking hands with those who offered theirs.
“This is Esme here…” Pete was directed to a small, fritzy red headed woman who meekly smiled at him.
“This is Becca” the impromptu hostess continued, directing Pete to a tall black-haired girl who offered the young man a handshake and a friendly wink. He smiled back, feeling her firm grip.
“Oh, and here’s Jessie!” She directed Pete’s attentions towards a slightly bored looking girl with short, auburn hair. She nodded in his direction and turned her attention back towards the other cluster of girls that were hunched over a desk, seemingly content to observe them from afar.

Peter was left a little off-kilter by this crowd. He had never really found himself as the single male in a room and struggled to find a casual topic he could discuss. It didn’t help that he and Jodie had been steadily growing apart since he dropped out, their lives taking different paths. They had all but broken up, and now here he was, surrounded by friendly women that seemed eager to get to know him. It felt a little like a speed-dating session that he had been roped into attending years ago.

Then the teacher arrived, and Pete had to quickly search the room for hidden cameras to ensure that this wasn’t an elaborate joke.

She was wearing nothing, or close enough to it that made the blushing young man wonder if he was in the right room. Her wardrobe consisted entirely of a pair of heels and a black apron stretched across her generous chest. The lone garment was decorated with an embroidered golden Cosmagic logo over the left breast, and did its best to contain the outlandish proportions of its wearer. Pete didn’t want to be caught staring, but the errant glance or two he afforded them gave him the feeling that each mammary was practically the size of her head.

“Welcome!” The practically nude woman announced. “Everyone, please take a seat!”
Then she turned around to write her name on the whiteboard and Pete could confirm that she was wearing nothing under the apron.

The class gradually complied, a room full of slightly embarrassed students slowly filtering into their chosen seats.
The teacher had just finished writing “Cheffess Evaline” on the board before turning back to her student body. She smiled and clapped her hands.
“Just look at you all! Like fresh dough waiting to be molded!”
The Cheffess began to walk between the aisles, eyeing up her new students like candy in a store. Peter shrank in his seat, even as he found his fleeting glances at her exposed physique turn into an uninterrupted gaze.

It was the way she moved that held Pete’s attention. The way she seemed to flow between a delicate glide as she moved through the kitchen, to a flouncing saunter whenever she picked something up or engaged a student. And no matter how fast she moved or how quickly she turned around, the two wide strips of cloth that dangled from the neat bow that rested above her butt never stirred too greatly from their position between her legs. Every once and a while, one could get a flash of her exposed backside if you were looking, (which Pete was, to his only mild shame) but there always seemed to be a free-hanging bit of fabric between the bottomless woman and true public nudity.

“Now, I’m sure that some of you know what Cosmagic Kitchen is, and what we make….out of who.” The teacher continued. “But we’re here today to learn how we make our delicious treats. And how YOU can do it too”

She had returned to the front of the room, and Pete was almost sure that she was focusing on him. “But rather than tell you, why don’t I just show you? Can someone give me a hand?”
“You” Pete expected Evaline say, even before she said it, gesturing to him. “Big strapping boy that you are, care to help me with a few of these boxes?” He complied, rising from his seat.

She directed him to pick up a lengthy cylindrical crate from the pile while she wrapped her arms around a wide one that was half her size. Peter hesitated, about to offer his help, but with a small grunt and what seemed like minimal effort, Evaline hefted the other crate up and carried it past him. Being this close to a woman like Evaline...Pete could smell the faint aroma of strawberries on her. He grunted and resumed carrying his crate.

“Oh, stay here with me sweetie.” Evaline instructed before Pete could return to his seat. “But I will need another volunteer”

She scanned the room, finally zeroing in on a girl in the third row, idly doodling something in the margin of her notebook.
“Ah! You there! Care to join us?”
The slightly scraggly looking girl in a baggy black sweater looked up from her scribblings, seemingly surprised by the sudden engagement. She ambled up to the front of the class alongside Pete and Evaline, trying to avoid looking too long at the latter.

“And what brings you to our lovely classroom Ms…..”
“Um, Lindsey” the new girl replied, looking over the classroom. “And y’know, I felt like this was a good fit for me. I’ve made some good pies….”
Evaline circled the girl with that same strut she had used to carry herself through the kitchen.
“Oh” she mused softly “I imagine you’d make some lovely pies if I asked, but today, let’s start with something fun and simple.” The Cheffess turned and batted her eyelashes “Mr. Big Strong man, would you mind opening up those boxes and helping me set up?”

Setting out on an activity that he expected he’d be doing a lot of, Peter set about with the heavy lifting, popping the latches on the hefty crates before him and sliding out the large pieces of kitchen equipment within. Most of them looked to be parts of an industrial-sized mixer.
Evaline was talking to Lindsey, seemingly doing her best to press her sizeable chest up against the other girl’s. Pete didn’t really pay attention, counting out the pieces of equipment that he had laid out and making sure he had everything. Even here, he could see how it should fit together, so he didn’t see any harm in taking some initiative. It really was just a big, industrial mixer with an oversized bowl suspended under a large batter mixing attachment and a plastic guard that slid around the top to avoid anything from splattering.

He looked back over his shoulder. Evaline was holding Lindsey’s sweater as the girl kicked off her shoes. THeir conversation seemed to have reached a point.

“Yeah” The disrobing girl said uncertainly “ I guess that could be fun….”

“Excellent!” Evaline clapped “Everyone here is so eager to help!” She turned back to Peter as he assembled the mixer. “Oh and Pete, maybe you-Oh!” She cooed in delight at the progress he had made. “I see this young man certainly knows his way around a kitchen!”

The teacher sauntered up to him, Lindsay trailing close behind.
“Let’s see if we can’t make you something nice for all your hard work” she smiled.
Pete shuffled awkwardly away as Evaline bent over, adjusting a few levers on the side and separating the oversized bowl from the rest of the mechanism. He sighed, not even attempting to be covert about looking at her exposed butt.

“Now then Lindsey, if you would…” Evaline beckoned to the other girl.
Lindsey looked a little hesitant at this point, but she still approached the Cheffess.
“Um...how far are we gonna go?” She asked.

“Until you tell me to stop” Evaline responded, puckering her lips ever so slightly.

Lindsey nodded, looking into the bowl as Evaline reached around her from behind, pulling her shirt up over her head. The student wriggled slightly until it was off, then yelped as Evaline undid her bra with a single expert twist.
Pete looked away again, blowing out a long breath between his pursed lips as he silently did sums in his head, anything to keep his thoughts elsewhere. The student body in front of him was silent, watching with rapt attention.

“Oh, Just is girls” Evaline said huskily somewhere behind the blushing young man. “And what’s wrong with giving a cutie like Peter a little peek? Oh, Pete? Hold these please”
A pile of clothes was offered to Peter, who instinctively grabbed them, turning back to the much more equally dressed pair of girls behind him. The pile in his hands consisted of Lindsay’s shirt, bra, socks and jeans. The skinny brown-haired girl was clad only in her panties as she trepidatiously slid one leg into the large steel bowl on the floor, like someone testing the waters at the beach. Evaline was on her in a moment, gently holding her arms and keeping her balance as Lindsay stepped fully in the bowl and crouched down inside of it.

“Is….is it gonna be okay?” Lindsey asked. “I’m not so sure….”
Evaline responded by leaning over and fixing her lips over Lindsey’s. The girl in the bowl stiffened for a moment, then drew herself into the kiss, her fingers snaking up the Cheffess’s shoulder to grab at her apron straps.
Peter made a noise like a truck tire taking on a heavy load.
Evaline finally broke away. “Mmmm, no problem here. You taste absolutely divine to me”
“Remember class” the Cheffess turned back to the room of students. “Rule number one: Cosmagic Kitchen only works with consenting ingredients. My lovely volunteer has slid into the bowl of her own accord, just to help me out. Isn’t she sweet?”

Lindsey shuddered at the sensation of cool metal against bare skin as Evaline adjusted her position in the bowl, spacing her legs and making her comfortable, before straightening up and cheerily waving a piece of pastel blue fabric to her students. Somehow, she had managed to slip off the girl’s panties, leaving her completely nude.

“Rule Number Two!” Evaline called out as she tossed the last bit of underwear onto the pile that Pete was holding. “Nobody likes bits of denim or cotton in their food! Now, I don’t care if you wear the finest Italian silk panties or a burlap sack, no clothing goes into the recipe. Always ensure that your ingredients are naked before you move on with the prep!”

Now fully relieved of clothing, Lindsey shuddered. Pete could swear it wasn’t out of anxiety, but anticipation.

“Oooh. Looks like our ingredient is getting excited! Why don’t we give her all a big hand!”
The class responded with varying levels of applause. Pete saw Esme clap softly while Carol offered a louder ovation. Jessie kept her arms crossed, but while her eyes displayed a look of bewilderment, her mouth was split into a wide grin.

“Proper labelling of your ingredients is vital to success” Evaline continued as she selected a large jar of what looked like sugar off of her desk. “Cosmagic supplies it’s workers with only the best, but knowing what a recipe calls for, and how much, requires personal judgement and a clear system.” As she spoke, Evaline scooped a large, measured amount of sugar out of her jar and poured it into the bowl like a crystalline waterfall. Lindsey giggled at the ticklish sensation of the addition rolling over her.

“Every dish that Cosmagic Kitchen makes contains a very special ingredient provided by a very special helper” The Cheffess continued. “But everyone knows that you can’t make a treat out of just one ingredient, so knowing how much to add of what is also vital” she poured a heaping scoop of flour into the bowl as well, half-burying the scrunched up young lady before dipping her finger into the mixture. Lindsey let out a little squeak, followed by a low moan.
Evaline smiled as she licked her finger. “Just a bit of vanilla”
Lindsey squirmed as the Cheffess sprinkled her with strong, sweet smelling extract and brought a hand up to wipe at some that was dripping across her breasts. She gasped at the sensation and raised her hands to her face. Some of her flesh had come away on her fingers like batter. She looked from the slight groove that she had left in her pale, unbroken skin, and then to the liquid on her fingers. Almost unconsciously, she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking at herself. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned, savouring the delicious sweet flavour. When she finally withdrew her digits, she gawked, realizing that she had licked away her own fingers down to the first knuckle. She looked down at her body, poking and stirring at the sugar covering her belly with her smooth stumps, tracing spirals in her malleable flesh.
“Ahhh, looks like our ingredient is ready….Everything okay in there sweetie?” Evaline inquired.
“Mmmhmmm!” The melting girl in the bowl nodded, eagerly massaging her breasts. “Mmmooore!”

“RIght then! Let’s get going!” The teacher clapped, sliding the plastic shield over the top of the bowl, sealing Lindsey inside. “In time, you’ll all learn how tell when an ingredient is juuuuust right. But for now, enjoy the show!”
She pulled a lever, causing the large batter mixing implement to fold out into position inside of the bowl. Lindsey caressed it as she licked her lips.
“Another big hand for our ingredient!” Evaline smiled, pressing a large white button. Applause from outside of Lindsay’s enclosed bowl was drowned out as the mixer began to spin, slowly descending. Some part of Lindsey realized that when that machinery met her yielding body, there would be no going back.
She thrust her abdomen upwards to meet it.

Pete stood where he was, watching the moaning girl in the bowl gradually lose definition as she was churned and mixed by the appliance that he had assembled. Her body began to blend together as the mixer worked at her, smoothing out into folding, writhing batter. Pete held a pile of clothing that he suspected that the girl in the bowl would never need again, trying to catch a hint of lips, a hand and on occasion, a nipple, within the blending mixture. The moans and ecstatic squeaks from within the mixer were audible even through the plastic barrier.
Peter glanced back over the classroom. Esme has started to cross and uncross her legs while biting her lips. An olive skinned girl next to her was leaning forward, fixated and with her mouth hanging open.

Somewhere, a small ding went off, and the mixer finally ground to a halt.
“There we go!” Evaline smiled, sliding open the plastic guard and lifting the hefty bowl free of it’s roost. She brought it over to her desk, addressing the class again as she grabbed a pitcher and a muffin rack. Pete quietly placed the discarded pile of clothing on a vacant chair. Their owner had left them behind.

“An important thing to remember about ALL Cosmagic ingredients” Evaline announced as she scooped a large pitcher full of Lindsay out of the bowl. “Is that they all WANT to be cooked. Don’t worry too much about getting the formula wrong or burning something. Even spills aren’t that much of a concern. The batter is your friend and will consciously help you make it as delicious as possible” She began to fill the muffin tray, paper liners already in place. The batter really did seem eager to get into the cupcake trays. Despite having the consistency of cake mix, it always slid smoothly out of the pitcher without a scrap left over, seemingly sticking to nothing but itself.
Once the entire rack had been filled, Evaline poured the substantial amount of remaining batter into a large plastic container.
She grunted. “Our lovely ingredient gave us quite a lot to work with. I’ll just be making an even two-dozen today and save the rest for later. All Cosmagic products have EXCELLENT shelf life, so no worries about the interim”
And with that, she slid the entire rack of future cupcakes into the oven beside her desk, twisted a knob and rose to standing, beaming to the class.
“Any Questions?”

Description
Chapter 1: Prep Work

(Transformation, Female Nudity, Melting, Food TF)

Peter stood before the entrance to the college learning annex, hesitantly fingering the somewhat dogeared submission form that he held in his hands. Below the elaborate Cosmagic logo, the form had been filled out in entirety, save for his signature on the bottom. He grunted and checked his watch. An hour before the class. He had that long before he had to make a final decision. Really, it was less of a deal than he was making it, he was just finding reasons to hesitate. The front tuition had been paid, he’d done the research and brought the texts. He had invested enough time and resources into this to make it a commitment. But signing the form made it official, legal.

There was a hand on his shoulder. A short blonde woman clutching a stack of books similar to his own offered Rupert a wide grin.
“Are you applying too?” She laughed. “That’s amazing! I can’t imagine there’ll be too many guys in the class!”
She slipped past him, dashing inside.
That last little temptation was all the young man needed. He gathered his courage, venturing inside.

Rupert hadn’t begun his postsecondary education with plans to become a pastry chef. Once upon a time, he had come to university in pursuit of an Economics degree. The young man had always had a head for numbers, and imagined that one day he could be some hotshot Wall Street broker, or even a trusted accountant to a big business. At least, that’s what his student councillor had told him. And he had believed it.
The first year had worked for him. He had a small circle of colleagues and had managed to hook up with a girl in his class, Jodie, who he liked to think kept him motivated. They all met regularly for large study parties, holed up in the library or at some common room, noses buried in financial theory.
The trouble, if it could be called that, started when the Snack Circuit started up. Just a simple agreement for one person to always bring something to eat to each study session. When it was Pete’s first turn, he decided to bake some homemade chocolate chip cookies that went over very well with the group. So, next time, it was poppyseed cake with a recipe for a passionfruit glaze that he found online. Then he surprised them with Salted Caramel Brownies.
At that point, everyone agreed to share their study notes with him if he baked for the group every time. Then came the Cookie-dough Cheesecake Bars, and then the Banana Pudding Parfaits....
He had started to spend more time experimenting with recipes than taking notes. But that was of little concern when there were miniature Pineapple Upside-Down Cakes to make, and Sweet Cream Blueberry Scones with Tea for that one morning cram session before midterms. And that was how he came to be three-quarters through his second year of an economics major with a shelf full of cookbooks, an album of recipe cards and a 54.5 grade point average.
Peter and his study group agreed it was best to drop out before finals to avoid making a COMPLETE ass of himself. But that still left him with barely a third of an education, a gap between himself and his dwindling friends, and few prospects. That was when the flyer on the after-hours learning annex board caught his eye.
“Cosmagic Kitchens Certification Course” it advertised. “Apply your love of baking to the forefront of a cutting edge field. Placement and employment guaranteed for everyone! No magical aptitudes necessary.”
Sounding almost too good to be true, Peter had sent in his application email and filled out the form.
Now here we was, heading into the college’s culinary classroom. It was a large, well lit room, mostly populated by individual cooking stations for students, with a cluster of desks and a whiteboard against the far end. Numerous large plastic crates stamped with the Cosmagic logo were stacked in one corner of the room.

He looked to be one of the last ones through the door. The rest of the class was gathered by the desks and looked to be entirely composed of women. They were laughing, talking or just comparing notes. The girl who had passed him at the entrance waved Peter down to a small group of students that she had been talking to.
“Heya handsome! Over here!”
Peter ambled across the room, shaking hands with those who offered theirs.
“This is Esme here…” Pete was directed to a small, fritzy red headed woman who meekly smiled at him.
“This is Becca” the impromptu hostess continued, directing Pete to a tall black-haired girl who offered the young man a handshake and a friendly wink. He smiled back, feeling her firm grip.
“Oh, and here’s Jessie!” She directed Pete’s attentions towards a slightly bored looking girl with short, auburn hair. She nodded in his direction and turned her attention back towards the other cluster of girls that were hunched over a desk, seemingly content to observe them from afar.

Peter was left a little off-kilter by this crowd. He had never really found himself as the single male in a room and struggled to find a casual topic he could discuss. It didn’t help that he and Jodie had been steadily growing apart since he dropped out, their lives taking different paths. They had all but broken up, and now here he was, surrounded by friendly women that seemed eager to get to know him. It felt a little like a speed-dating session that he had been roped into attending years ago.

Then the teacher arrived, and Pete had to quickly search the room for hidden cameras to ensure that this wasn’t an elaborate joke.

She was wearing nothing, or close enough to it that made the blushing young man wonder if he was in the right room. Her wardrobe consisted entirely of a pair of heels and a black apron stretched across her generous chest. The lone garment was decorated with an embroidered golden Cosmagic logo over the left breast, and did its best to contain the outlandish proportions of its wearer. Pete didn’t want to be caught staring, but the errant glance or two he afforded them gave him the feeling that each mammary was practically the size of her head.

“Welcome!” The practically nude woman announced. “Everyone, please take a seat!”
Then she turned around to write her name on the whiteboard and Pete could confirm that she was wearing nothing under the apron.

The class gradually complied, a room full of slightly embarrassed students slowly filtering into their chosen seats.
The teacher had just finished writing “Cheffess Evaline” on the board before turning back to her student body. She smiled and clapped her hands.
“Just look at you all! Like fresh dough waiting to be molded!”
The Cheffess began to walk between the aisles, eyeing up her new students like candy in a store. Peter shrank in his seat, even as he found his fleeting glances at her exposed physique turn into an uninterrupted gaze.

It was the way she moved that held Pete’s attention. The way she seemed to flow between a delicate glide as she moved through the kitchen, to a flouncing saunter whenever she picked something up or engaged a student. And no matter how fast she moved or how quickly she turned around, the two wide strips of cloth that dangled from the neat bow that rested above her butt never stirred too greatly from their position between her legs. Every once and a while, one could get a flash of her exposed backside if you were looking, (which Pete was, to his only mild shame) but there always seemed to be a free-hanging bit of fabric between the bottomless woman and true public nudity.

“Now, I’m sure that some of you know what Cosmagic Kitchen is, and what we make….out of who.” The teacher continued. “But we’re here today to learn how we make our delicious treats. And how YOU can do it too”

She had returned to the front of the room, and Pete was almost sure that she was focusing on him. “But rather than tell you, why don’t I just show you? Can someone give me a hand?”
“You” Pete expected Evaline say, even before she said it, gesturing to him. “Big strapping boy that you are, care to help me with a few of these boxes?” He complied, rising from his seat.

She directed him to pick up a lengthy cylindrical crate from the pile while she wrapped her arms around a wide one that was half her size. Peter hesitated, about to offer his help, but with a small grunt and what seemed like minimal effort, Evaline hefted the other crate up and carried it past him. Being this close to a woman like Evaline...Pete could smell the faint aroma of strawberries on her. He grunted and resumed carrying his crate.

“Oh, stay here with me sweetie.” Evaline instructed before Pete could return to his seat. “But I will need another volunteer”

She scanned the room, finally zeroing in on a girl in the third row, idly doodling something in the margin of her notebook.
“Ah! You there! Care to join us?”
The slightly scraggly looking girl in a baggy black sweater looked up from her scribblings, seemingly surprised by the sudden engagement. She ambled up to the front of the class alongside Pete and Evaline, trying to avoid looking too long at the latter.

“And what brings you to our lovely classroom Ms…..”
“Um, Lindsey” the new girl replied, looking over the classroom. “And y’know, I felt like this was a good fit for me. I’ve made some good pies….”
Evaline circled the girl with that same strut she had used to carry herself through the kitchen.
“Oh” she mused softly “I imagine you’d make some lovely pies if I asked, but today, let’s start with something fun and simple.” The Cheffess turned and batted her eyelashes “Mr. Big Strong man, would you mind opening up those boxes and helping me set up?”

Setting out on an activity that he expected he’d be doing a lot of, Peter set about with the heavy lifting, popping the latches on the hefty crates before him and sliding out the large pieces of kitchen equipment within. Most of them looked to be parts of an industrial-sized mixer.
Evaline was talking to Lindsey, seemingly doing her best to press her sizeable chest up against the other girl’s. Pete didn’t really pay attention, counting out the pieces of equipment that he had laid out and making sure he had everything. Even here, he could see how it should fit together, so he didn’t see any harm in taking some initiative. It really was just a big, industrial mixer with an oversized bowl suspended under a large batter mixing attachment and a plastic guard that slid around the top to avoid anything from splattering.

He looked back over his shoulder. Evaline was holding Lindsey’s sweater as the girl kicked off her shoes. THeir conversation seemed to have reached a point.

“Yeah” The disrobing girl said uncertainly “ I guess that could be fun….”

“Excellent!” Evaline clapped “Everyone here is so eager to help!” She turned back to Peter as he assembled the mixer. “Oh and Pete, maybe you-Oh!” She cooed in delight at the progress he had made. “I see this young man certainly knows his way around a kitchen!”

The teacher sauntered up to him, Lindsay trailing close behind.
“Let’s see if we can’t make you something nice for all your hard work” she smiled.
Pete shuffled awkwardly away as Evaline bent over, adjusting a few levers on the side and separating the oversized bowl from the rest of the mechanism. He sighed, not even attempting to be covert about looking at her exposed butt.

“Now then Lindsey, if you would…” Evaline beckoned to the other girl.
Lindsey looked a little hesitant at this point, but she still approached the Cheffess.
“Um...how far are we gonna go?” She asked.

“Until you tell me to stop” Evaline responded, puckering her lips ever so slightly.

Lindsey nodded, looking into the bowl as Evaline reached around her from behind, pulling her shirt up over her head. The student wriggled slightly until it was off, then yelped as Evaline undid her bra with a single expert twist.
Pete looked away again, blowing out a long breath between his pursed lips as he silently did sums in his head, anything to keep his thoughts elsewhere. The student body in front of him was silent, watching with rapt attention.

“Oh, Just is girls” Evaline said huskily somewhere behind the blushing young man. “And what’s wrong with giving a cutie like Peter a little peek? Oh, Pete? Hold these please”
A pile of clothes was offered to Peter, who instinctively grabbed them, turning back to the much more equally dressed pair of girls behind him. The pile in his hands consisted of Lindsay’s shirt, bra, socks and jeans. The skinny brown-haired girl was clad only in her panties as she trepidatiously slid one leg into the large steel bowl on the floor, like someone testing the waters at the beach. Evaline was on her in a moment, gently holding her arms and keeping her balance as Lindsay stepped fully in the bowl and crouched down inside of it.

“Is….is it gonna be okay?” Lindsey asked. “I’m not so sure….”
Evaline responded by leaning over and fixing her lips over Lindsey’s. The girl in the bowl stiffened for a moment, then drew herself into the kiss, her fingers snaking up the Cheffess’s shoulder to grab at her apron straps.
Peter made a noise like a truck tire taking on a heavy load.
Evaline finally broke away. “Mmmm, no problem here. You taste absolutely divine to me”
“Remember class” the Cheffess turned back to the room of students. “Rule number one: Cosmagic Kitchen only works with consenting ingredients. My lovely volunteer has slid into the bowl of her own accord, just to help me out. Isn’t she sweet?”

Lindsey shuddered at the sensation of cool metal against bare skin as Evaline adjusted her position in the bowl, spacing her legs and making her comfortable, before straightening up and cheerily waving a piece of pastel blue fabric to her students. Somehow, she had managed to slip off the girl’s panties, leaving her completely nude.

“Rule Number Two!” Evaline called out as she tossed the last bit of underwear onto the pile that Pete was holding. “Nobody likes bits of denim or cotton in their food! Now, I don’t care if you wear the finest Italian silk panties or a burlap sack, no clothing goes into the recipe. Always ensure that your ingredients are naked before you move on with the prep!”

Now fully relieved of clothing, Lindsey shuddered. Pete could swear it wasn’t out of anxiety, but anticipation.

“Oooh. Looks like our ingredient is getting excited! Why don’t we give her all a big hand!”
The class responded with varying levels of applause. Pete saw Esme clap softly while Carol offered a louder ovation. Jessie kept her arms crossed, but while her eyes displayed a look of bewilderment, her mouth was split into a wide grin.

“Proper labelling of your ingredients is vital to success” Evaline continued as she selected a large jar of what looked like sugar off of her desk. “Cosmagic supplies it’s workers with only the best, but knowing what a recipe calls for, and how much, requires personal judgement and a clear system.” As she spoke, Evaline scooped a large, measured amount of sugar out of her jar and poured it into the bowl like a crystalline waterfall. Lindsey giggled at the ticklish sensation of the addition rolling over her.

“Every dish that Cosmagic Kitchen makes contains a very special ingredient provided by a very special helper” The Cheffess continued. “But everyone knows that you can’t make a treat out of just one ingredient, so knowing how much to add of what is also vital” she poured a heaping scoop of flour into the bowl as well, half-burying the scrunched up young lady before dipping her finger into the mixture. Lindsey let out a little squeak, followed by a low moan.
Evaline smiled as she licked her finger. “Just a bit of vanilla”
Lindsey squirmed as the Cheffess sprinkled her with strong, sweet smelling extract and brought a hand up to wipe at some that was dripping across her breasts. She gasped at the sensation and raised her hands to her face. Some of her flesh had come away on her fingers like batter. She looked from the slight groove that she had left in her pale, unbroken skin, and then to the liquid on her fingers. Almost unconsciously, she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking at herself. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned, savouring the delicious sweet flavour. When she finally withdrew her digits, she gawked, realizing that she had licked away her own fingers down to the first knuckle. She looked down at her body, poking and stirring at the sugar covering her belly with her smooth stumps, tracing spirals in her malleable flesh.
“Ahhh, looks like our ingredient is ready….Everything okay in there sweetie?” Evaline inquired.
“Mmmhmmm!” The melting girl in the bowl nodded, eagerly massaging her breasts. “Mmmooore!”

“RIght then! Let’s get going!” The teacher clapped, sliding the plastic shield over the top of the bowl, sealing Lindsey inside. “In time, you’ll all learn how tell when an ingredient is juuuuust right. But for now, enjoy the show!”
She pulled a lever, causing the large batter mixing implement to fold out into position inside of the bowl. Lindsey caressed it as she licked her lips.
“Another big hand for our ingredient!” Evaline smiled, pressing a large white button. Applause from outside of Lindsay’s enclosed bowl was drowned out as the mixer began to spin, slowly descending. Some part of Lindsey realized that when that machinery met her yielding body, there would be no going back.
She thrust her abdomen upwards to meet it.

Pete stood where he was, watching the moaning girl in the bowl gradually lose definition as she was churned and mixed by the appliance that he had assembled. Her body began to blend together as the mixer worked at her, smoothing out into folding, writhing batter. Pete held a pile of clothing that he suspected that the girl in the bowl would never need again, trying to catch a hint of lips, a hand and on occasion, a nipple, within the blending mixture. The moans and ecstatic squeaks from within the mixer were audible even through the plastic barrier.
Peter glanced back over the classroom. Esme has started to cross and uncross her legs while biting her lips. An olive skinned girl next to her was leaning forward, fixated and with her mouth hanging open.

Somewhere, a small ding went off, and the mixer finally ground to a halt.
“There we go!” Evaline smiled, sliding open the plastic guard and lifting the hefty bowl free of it’s roost. She brought it over to her desk, addressing the class again as she grabbed a pitcher and a muffin rack. Pete quietly placed the discarded pile of clothing on a vacant chair. Their owner had left them behind.

“An important thing to remember about ALL Cosmagic ingredients” Evaline announced as she scooped a large pitcher full of Lindsay out of the bowl. “Is that they all WANT to be cooked. Don’t worry too much about getting the formula wrong or burning something. Even spills aren’t that much of a concern. The batter is your friend and will consciously help you make it as delicious as possible” She began to fill the muffin tray, paper liners already in place. The batter really did seem eager to get into the cupcake trays. Despite having the consistency of cake mix, it always slid smoothly out of the pitcher without a scrap left over, seemingly sticking to nothing but itself.
Once the entire rack had been filled, Evaline poured the substantial amount of remaining batter into a large plastic container.
She grunted. “Our lovely ingredient gave us quite a lot to work with. I’ll just be making an even two-dozen today and save the rest for later. All Cosmagic products have EXCELLENT shelf life, so no worries about the interim”
And with that, she slid the entire rack of future cupcakes into the oven beside her desk, twisted a knob and rose to standing, beaming to the class.
“Any Questions?”