The machinery sprung to life as soon as the green button was depressed. Pumps kicked on and a pale, off-white substance began to flow through the tubing that had been so forcefully inserted between Steph's lips. When it reached her mouth, she found that her only option was to swallow the creamy goo in order to keep up with how much of it was being pumped into her.
"Flan conversion beginning..." A droll, robotic voice announced.
“Flmh?!” Steph gasped, between gulps, coming to realize what it was that she was being fed. She struggled against the mechanical arms but they held fast, while others finished disrobing her. Her embarrassment for having been stripped naked by a machine took a back seat to distress of what it was doing to her, especially as two more mechanisms dropped down - two strange looking cylinders, complete with their own tubing.
The mechanical appendages forced her arms in front of her and the strange containers approached her, sealing around her hands. More of the thick goo began pumping through the tubes and Steph could feel as the machine layered her hands with it, suctioning and compressing with the machine.
She couldn’t help but notice the subtle change in the rest of her skin as the machine worked, previously pale skin growing off-white and tacky. Soon enough, the machines finished and drew away, revealing two, large, caramel-coated flans where her hands had once been. She stared in awe down at her now-flan-hands as the machines lowered themselves to her feet, locking in place around her ankles. They started up once again, while another set of similar looking machines approached and targeted her chest, scooping each of her breasts into the molds before closing and beginning the same process.
Steph struggled even more as she felt even more sticky flan being layered onto her, but she didn’t have time to worry about what was to become of her. Nearly as soon as the second set had started, the tube retracted itself from the gooey woman’s mouth, and a much larger mold dropped down from the ceiling, suctioning onto her face before she could so much as turn her head.
She made panicked noises that were quickly drowned out by the squelching of gooey pastry and pumping machinery that was so readily molding her body. She felt it as even more of the sticky substance was layered onto her chest, her feet, and her face, until it felt like she was buried under mounds of it.
All of the machinery stopped at once, unclamping from the woman’s changed form. The machinery withdrew, dropping a smaller flan atop of her since converted hair, one that quickly fused with her scalp. A conveyor belt then activated underneath her, carrying the finished product back out to the factory floor.
“Flan conversion completed…”
She emerged from the doorway human-shaped, still, but certainly not human anymore. Her hair and skin was the same pale color, some of the semi-solid substance oozing, but for the most part keeping her shape. Slender arms ended in bulky flan at her wrists, and her ankles disappeared into two similar flan, which plodded and squished as she tried to walk on them. Where her breasts had once been protruded two more caramel-coated flan, and though her slit was still present between her gooey thighs, the puffy pastry lips still dripped dollops of caramel. Most notably was the large flan that had been wholly applied to her face, the flat, caramel-coated surface not holding any semblance of her features.
Max tried to pry his gaze away from the showing between her legs to address her. “Uh… Steph…? Cut it out, haha…”
Steph, meanwhile, was still present under all of the pastry, even if she was blind and confused. She tried to bring her hands up to the flan of her face, only managing to squish and contort her many flans. “...........” Anything she wanted to say to him was completely lost, as any amount of communication, even yelling, only amounted to a slight quivering of the gelatinous surface of her new face.