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People can be made of cake.

Jamal was rather pissed that his mother was angry at him, because of her negligence. These gloves would be exactly what was needed to rectify this immediately. Sneaking his way downstairs, Jamal spotted his mother in the kitchen working on a cake for a neighborhood bake sale. She was a proud and sexy latina woman, standing at 6 ft tall with huge breasts and booty. She always wore only the skimpiest of clothes, even around her own children. Running in, Jamal touched her ass and the now completed cake; she immediately disappeared. What now sat on the counter was a 6 ft tall cake that was in the shape of Jamal's mother; it had icing in place of her facial features, nails, nipples, and vagina. Her hair seemed to be made of a whip cream that didn't fall apart; at this, Jamal laughed. His mother should learn a thing or two from this.

However, Jamal's stomach rumbled and her realized he hasn't eaten all day. "What would happen if I ate her?" he asked, looking at the milf shaped cake. Taking a quick bite, Jamal felt something flow through his body; it felt like emptiness, and lust begging to be filled. This encouraged him to keep going, each bite devoured just making him want more and more. It took him 10 minutes to eat the whole thing, but he surprisingly did and didn't look bloated or feel full. "That was amazing!" He proclaimed, feeling his body metabolize the cake mother really quickly. "I better head back upstairs though." he stated, surprised to hear his mother's lovely voice escape his lips. Except, they weren't his lips. Looking down, Jamal found his mother had returned, in a way. His body had somehow transformed into his mother's voluptuous milf body, complete with thick curves and moist pussy.

"No way!" He yelled, finding himself wearing her clothes as well now. A tube top and denim short shorts, with flip flops to complete the ensemble. The gloves were still on his hands, thankfully, so he tried to unfuse himself and his mother. But nothing happened; he didn't realize that eating a fused food person and metabolizing them to become part of your body created a paradox that the gloves could not fix. He was going to be stuck as his mother for the rest of his life, "Hey Jamal. His sister Deena greeted when she walked in the kitchen." It would seem that Jamal was still seen as himself, despite now having his mother's entire sexy body now. "Well, no big loss. I guess I don;t mind staying like this forever." he stated.


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