You step onto the conveyor belt, wondering where fait will bring you next. The platform shunts forward, moving you towards a console with some flashing lights on it. A loudspeaker turns on. Its a synthetic voice.
“Greetings, you have entered the sandwich maker. Here we turn humans, willing or otherwise, into any sandwich of their choosing. That is the one choice we give you, there is no turning back from this point.”
The console in front of you turns on. It shows a plethora of options in sandwich types, from the amount of condiments to whether or not you want the bread to be toasted. You stand there for a second, trying to find a way out of your predicament before you are turned into a sandwich.
“Attention. If you do not make your decision then the AI will make it for you. Todays choice is a grilled cheese sandwich on white bread. If you do not choose in the next minute, this is what you will become.”
A timer appears at the top of the console and begins counting down from one minute. Not wanting to become a grilled cheese, you quickly specify something more pleasurable to your tastes on the console. You choose to become a toasted Vegemite sandwich on thick rye bread with extra Vegemite and butter with the crusts left on. After you do this, one last choice appears. What is your gender? It asks. You quickly input male with mere seconds before your cheesy future.
“Input complete.” The machine states. “Please wait for gender change.”
“What? I put male in you dumb robot!” You exclaim.
“Adapting muzzle for uncooperative subject”
Before you can react a robotic arm appears with two thick buttered slices of rye bread. Another set of arms forces your mouth open while the first set sticks the slices onto the roof and bottom of your mouth. But that wasn’t all. As a small tube appeared a second later which pumped thick Vegemite into the space between your bread slices. Eventually filling what was your mouth with the gooey substance. Finally, a sandwich-press like contraption attaches itself to your new mouth and clamps itself tightly. When it finally lets go, steam rose from your slices. Confused as to what just happened, the AI provides you with a mirror to view your new image in. You are shocked with what you see. Were was once your mouth now protrudes two massive slices of toasted rye bread, stuck together with Vegemite. While it was a horrifying sight, you had to admit that the new warm feeling in your mouth was turning you on. Trying to speak resulted in a smattering of Vegemite as your slices were stuck together.
“Subject successfully converted.”
The conveyor belt that you had forgotten you were standing on began to shunt forward once again. You are only able to groan as you are pushed along with no escape. Eventually, you see were the belt is leading to, a giant vat of dough. By the time you realise what is happening, it is too late, as the conveyor belt ends right in front of you and you fall into the dough below. The bread quickly envelops your entire body, as if drawn to it, and you are sucked below the surface. You can feel the dough shaping you, changing your body. It feels like an eternity before two giant claw hands finally drag you from the depths. The claws take you out of the massive vat and drops you on a cold concrete floor. Getting up, you find that the dough has still clung to you, turning you into a bread person. But thats not all, as you find that the “gender change” that the AI was referring to was all too real. You find that your general body shape has stayed masculine, but two massive breasts have formed and your once large penis is gone and has now been replaced be a gaping vagina, still oozing dough from it. As much as you love the new change, you are still confused as to why this was necessary for turning you into a sandwich. But before you could dwell on the subject any longer, the AI spoke again.
“Prepare for next phase of sandwich transformation.”
Two massive slices of rye bread rose from compartments in the floor below you, one behind and one in front. These slices were taller than you were by a considerable margin. You could see how this was going. Massive tubes filled with hot sticky butter began smothering the sides of the bread that were facing you, giving them a thick coat of the stuff. Next, the bread began to move closer and closer, until the slices literally sandwiched you in-between them. It was an uncomfortable and hot situation you were in. Because you were already coated in bread before this you were already overheating, but his new warmth only tuned you on more. Only your head with its goofy sandwich maw now protruded from your hulking form, as the rest of your body was stuck under a thick layer of butter and rye. Struggling to maintain your balance, you fell on your back, only to find that the AI was planning for this, with a bread shaped hole ready for you. The machine spoke once more.
“Prepare for tubing.”
Before you could question exactly what that meant, two tubes moved down from the ceiling. The first forced itself into your sandwich maw while the second slammed straight into your bread. After some forcing and wiggling, you felt it penetrate your dough and find its way into your breaded vagina. There it sat, only making you hornier. But there was a final tube out of your sight, you didn’t know of its existence until you felt your bottom slice bulging beneath you. The tube finally tore a hole in your bread before forcing its way into your asshole.
“Prepare for condiment ingestion.”
You noticed three massive containers on the wall next to you that were connected to the tubes that just entered your new body. The first one began to empty itself into the tube that had entered your asshole. It looked strangely like the rye bread you were now encased in. As soon as it reached your asshole, you were overcame with euphoria as the dough rushed inside of you. The moderately sized slices of bread that smothered you now began to expand and thicken as more dough was pumped into them, and you felt your own feminine body expand inside of it. But that was not all, as the second tube connected to your new vagina then began to pump. You recognised it as creamy butter seconds before it entered you and filled your body with its warmth. Much like the rye before it. You could feel the insides of the sandwich fill with more and more butter, just as it filled you. You were glad that the machine saved your much awaited gooey Vegemite till last. And your sandwich maw gladly slurped it up as it reach your mouth. There you sat, for several minutes, allowing the machine to fill your body with more and more rye, butter and Vegemite. Filling the sandwich until it was almost overflowing. Eventually you saw the butter run out and the Vegemite was swapped over to its position. The Vegemite now began to rush into your buttery vagina, heating it up and making it even stickier than before.
“Adapting face mask for nearly complete sandwich.”
Another tube dropped down and squirted butter onto your bread skin before yet another slice of rye soaked in Vegemite dropped down and covered your willing face. It was shaped in such a way that your sandwich maw still protruded from it. But the warmth of the slice only made you sweat out of lust more. The two remaining tubes now began to pump at double time, and the top and bottom slices of bread soon covered your protruding head. Leaving you as a fat, dumb sandwich.
“Final phase. Preparing to toast Vegemite on rye sandwich.”
You knew that you were about to fully complete your transformation and this finally caused you to climax, you felt your vagina summing out butter as your ass shat out a load of Vegemite. The sandwich press above you clamped down on your massive form and toasted you.
When the clamp finally released itself, your new form was revealed. Steam rose from the massive toasted Vegemite sandwich on thick rye bread that you wanted to be.