When Selicia had awoke this time it had closed in on noon, she stretched with a smile remembering early that morning. It had been a simple task and she let one go but, what else was she to do? So early in the morning... It had helped her in getting back to sleep to set them straight. Now, there just something about waking later in the morning that just felt so soothing to her. Easing herself out of bed, she walked to her closet to get dressed, the dress from earlier had already been taken away by the maids. Black lingerie with a crimson dress, those two girls must've had a little effect on her as well...
Walking downstairs in her fresh outfit, Selicia noticed Marina standing diligently by the base of the stairs. Marina looked up at her smiling energetically obviously having something to tell her that just couldn't wait. "Yes, Marina? What have you got for me this time?"
"I didn't want to wake you again but, you have another client. They said that they couldn't leave without an answer so they've been waiting for hours." She bridled with excitement, eyes positively aglow with anticipation.
Selicia smirked smelling a desperate wish upon the words of her young head maid. As she reached the bottom, she gently stroked Marina's hair just once and held her chin up. "Good girl... I'll see to them immediately." She watched as it seemed Marina might just melt to the floor where she stood. Seemed she had grown beyond the spell initially cast upon her that first night, might be useful... Opening the door's to the waiting room showed a pair in kitchen worker uniforms. By their appearances, it seemed they were the Chef and assistant of some local store...
Seated next to each other on the couch to the left of where she was standing, has an older man and a young woman. The older man was fretting while the young woman attempted to calm him. Sitting a head taller than his assistant the man was sizable but, not quite portly, his dark brown eyes stared at the floor under a furrowed brow, whatever hair he had left must've been under his hat. Meanwhile the young woman was slim of figure, almost a board compared to the chef, her green eyes showed concern for the older man, and her red hair framed her face curling in just above her neckline. Muttering had consumed the two of them while Selicia seated herself. "What wish has brought you to me this day?"
"My sweets shop is struggling ever since that bakery sprung up across the street..." The man wore a name tag on his chest marking him as "Chef Thompson" He looked up at Selicia with uncertain eyes as if he were still searching for his wish.
"Ah, I see... Then your wish must be to remove your competitor, yes?" Selicia smugly regarded the two considering the pettiness of such a wish. She waved to Marina who'd come to the door silently requesting her to bring wine to ease their nerves.
"Oh Heavens no... I could never do such a thing." Chef Thompson fiddled with his fingers as the assistant "Shirley" gave him a gentle embrace patting his shoulder.
"Hmm... Then perhaps you would wish for more success to your own business?" Selicia wasn't fond of guessing games but, it couldn't be helped at times. Marina had returned bearing a bottle and three glasses, she poured for each of them leaving the pair's on the table and bringing Selicia's to her. Smiling to indicate she no longer required Marina for now, she sipped the wine watching the chef down his glass quickly. Shirley took his glass to refill it and administered the drink to him, herself. Genuine care on prime display, how could that play into this wish...
After draining two glasses of wine, Chef Thompson's nerves seemed to have settled and he regarded Selicia with lucidity. "My wish, would be to create the finest dessert this city has ever seen." Shirley seemed concerned for a moment but, seeing Chef Thompson's resolve, she looked to Selicia and nodded affirmatively.
"Wonderful! I was feeling a bit peckish anyway, we begin immediately yes?" Selicia swung her arm over her head making her dress a crimson mimicry of their own uniforms even to include the name tag "Selicia" on her left breast. She regarded them seeming as if she hadn't considered the thought. "I hope you don't mind that I took inspiration from the two of you." They seemed astonished by the display and then hopefully as they looked to each other before shaking their heads. "Well then, to the kitchen shall we?" Bursting proudly into the kitchen she shooed away the the staff claiming they needed the space. Hurriedly, they moved to do such and Selicia spotted them looking in through a door window. "No peeking." She scolded blackening the windows as she strode to the center of the kitchen.
A pot the size of those old witch cauldrons appeared with a snap settling over a fire that hadn't been there. "First, we'll need to be sure there's enough for everyone of course. Hmm... We're going to need quite a bit of water to fill this." She waved her hand causing a ladder to unfurl over the side of the pot. Staring at the cooking pair after it appeared, Selicia nodded her head to the pot. "You didn't think I was going to do all the work, did you?" Selicia tapped her foot as the two moved to begin paling water into the pot. Just as she'd hoped they opted to have the Chef on the floor while Shirley poured the water in. It took ten minutes of solid paling before they reached an acceptable level. Feigning annoyance she stared at Shirley who withered under her gaze. "If we're to do this properly, she will need to remove her uniform."
Shirley stood at the top of the ladder dumbfounded, had she actually heard the woman right? Was she really being told to strip and cook in the nude in front of her boss? "You... You must be joking right?" She looked to Chef Thompson who seemed to be just as surprised by the request. The woman seemed resolute in her statement as she cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Once more she turned to Chef Thompson hoping for some rebuke to save her embarrassment. His eyes were already on her and pleading apologetically as he did nothing to belay the order. So it was that Shirley climbed down the ladder and demurely shed her uniform, she stopped momentarily in her blue cotton underwear hoping it would be enough. A continued stare drew that thought out of her and she stripped fully. Knowing she shouldn't she did nothing to cover her A cup breasts and the red pin stripe over her vagina.
Selicia watched as the girl shyly removed her clothes and eased her way back up the ladder. Certainly she could've magicked them away but, when faced with power and desperation, it was more fun to watch them do it. "Good, Good... If so much as a fiber would've made it in, it'd have been ruined." Shirley seemed baffled as she regarded her nude form and exposed pubic hair, Selicia waved off her concern moving forward. "Now, we must add sugar but, not too much, we mustn't over sweeten it." She watched as they poured in bags of sugar until she felt satisfied and nodded. While Shirley stirred the sugar into the boiling water, Selicia fought to contain her smirk over the next step.
"Once the water is adequately stirred, you must slide into the pot." She pointed at the now shock white faced Shirley, who instantly looked to Chef Thompson again for help.
"I don't think that is safe for her..." Chef Thompson spoke slowly and uncertainly knowing that he has dealing with more than he could handle but, was concerned for Shirley's safety. He waited and wilted slowly as the reply drew further away. Eventually the man's will caved and he waved to Shirley to commit to the given order, it was magic so maybe it would be ok...
Selicia watched contentedly as the scared girl lowered herself into the oversized pot and with a yelp slipped in. After she hadn't resurfaced right away, Chef Thompson turned to Selicia in terror. "Oh she'll be fine, don't you worry yourself over her." Watching him, slowly nod consigning the girl to the depths within the pot in his heart, he looked back to Selicia for the next step. "Now we simply wait for the pot to do it's work." Sitting on one of the attending stools she motioned for the Chef to do the same. They watched the pot boil for several minutes without sign of Shirley. It was obvious that the Chef was still quite afraid for her as they waited, Selicia knew the girl was being prepared for her fate inside. Chef Thompson started, nearly falling from his stool as the pot began to shrink in size.
While she was inside the pot, Shirley felt herself losing cohesion. The bubbling water should have scalded her and yet all it did was permeate though her. As she felt herself melting away the water changed from clear or a faint pink color. With the dissolving of her form rapidly hastening both the color and her awareness seemed to deepen. Despite having been in the middle of the pot, she could feel the comfortably warm sides all around her. Strangely comforted by the warmth all around her she slipped away for a time losing herself in the peach colored water.
Slowly the incredibly large pot shrank away and they could see the peach colored liquid bubbling as it continued on smaller and smaller. A handle sprouted from the side when it was no larger around than Selicia's palm. Picking it up from the fire that snuffed out, she walked to the fridge as Chef Thompson peered into the liquid as if he were seeking out a tiny Shirley within. Placed within the fridge the pot simmered and Selicia closed the door. Chef Thompson stared fearfully at the fridge behind Selicia as she smirked at him. "Don't worry, it's going to turn out perfectly. I've even sped up it's cooling for you, it'll be ready to come out in a moment." This special dessert would require special dinnerware to mark the occasion. Pulling Shirley's panties out of the pile, Selicia pulled the waist band tightly as it hardened and the leg holes filled in creating a blue plate. Much the same happened with the bra as she folded the cups into one another and pulled the straps out tight making a spoon.
Shirley slowly came to as her warm container gave way to a slight chill. Blinking nonexistent eyes clearing away some of the fog in her mind, she perceived nothing but, darkness. As the cold overtook the warmth, she felt herself contracting into a new form in the center of the pot. Mentally reaching out to feel the sides only allowed her to feel the bottom of the pot in which she sat. Feeling cold all over her body now, the cold seemed to focus majorly on one part of her, her vagina. It wasn't much longer before she felt the lips opening wide causing her to not only feel cold outside but, empty and cold on the inside. Again the temperature wasn't uncomfortable as it should have been but, merely a state of being.
Walking over to the fridge, Selicia sat down the plate and properly sized spoon on the counter. Chef Thompson stared at the implements with the dawned knowledge that Shirley was lost to him. Selicia regarded him pulling the cold pot from the fridge with a casual smile. "What's the cost of one assistant for the saving of one's livelihood?" Sadly, Chef Thompson couldn't bring himself to respond to the remark, unsure of what to say. With a careful flip of the pot over the plate, the result was displayed before them. A small peach scoop rested just off-center on the plate but, what got Chef Thompson's attention was the detail in front of them. Gaping wide and hollow, was a mock up of his assistant Shirley's vagina to include a small stripe of red sprinkles and bright red cherry. As he reached out to grab the plate, he felt a dooming hand on his back. "You know... This is missing something, isn't it?" As he turned his head, he swore that he'd just looked into a devil's eyes.
Selicia laid the terror on thick having felt the pang of morning hunger. Her face was cast in a magical shadow causing the glow of her blue eyes to be further accentuated. With her hand upon his back, her magic worked quickly upon the Chef. His body straightened out and shrank rapidly within his piled clothing. Then, a small rod shaped object curved slightly and rolled to one side. She reached into the clothing pulling out a banana and peeled it as she stood straight. Of course, being a magically created banana it bore the likeness of Chef Thompson's dick inside. Snickering into a full laugh, Selicia slid the banana headfirst into the gaping hole. Just a little bit longer and it would all be complete...
Shirley felt a large rod shaped object penetrate her gaping vagina with a sudden emergence. She moaned and writhed in her mind, her new form unable to move to satisfy her urges. Although the object hadn't moved after entry, she felt herself filling and that was where she derived pleasure. The fluid pouring into her form spilled and washed against her inner cavity and she wished she could have reached down to intensify it. She moaned and shouted silently in her mind as she felt the liquid nearing her limit. With an intense euphoria, her limit reached, the liquid burst out of her spilling out around the rod, in ecstasy her mind hazed.
Listening to the two mentally moaning to the pleasure she exerted on them, she heard them crescendo and watched as a little dribble of white cream spurted out of the stuffed vagina. "And we're done, you two have most certainly made a delicious looking dessert... Now for the real test..." She twisted the banana out teasingly, the two moaned softly at the motion before the banana popped free. Unplugged the cream sloughed free of the pudding vagina covering the place in a thin pool. "First, we'll start with the appetizer." Wanting to get to the pudding as quickly as she could, she eased the entire banana into her mouth and swallowed. She felt the Chef descend into nothing with another orgasmic moan.
Licking the cream off of her lips she seductively eyed the pudding before her. "I'll take my time with you, my darling." She smacked her lips softly and took the first tiny scoop off of the side. Bringing it to her lips and into her mouth, the two shared a moment of pure bliss. Selicia for once, lost herself in the feeling bringing her hands to her face in glee. "Mmm~ Oh sweetheart, you truly have become the greatest dessert in town!~ You should be so proud of yourself." Controlling herself but just barely, she kept her pace and the two of them shared moments of bliss again, one after the next. With the last bit left, being the vagina itself and it's cherry clit, she scooped it all carefully onto the spoon. "I just couldn't bring myself to destroy this part as I did the rest." Sliding the rest into her mouth she let it melt away as Shirley screamed in pleasure. Swallowing the melted pudding, she held the cherry in her teeth as she drained the cream on the plate into her mouth.
Leaving the kitchen, she ordered the nearby staff to clean the utensils and bring them to the waiting room post haste. She tossed the cherry around her mouth with her tongue not willing to finish the moaning girl just yet. Up into her bedroom she ascended changing her uniform back into a dress she shut the door behind her. Reaching down underneath the dress, she pulled off her wet panties tossing them to the bin and getting another black pair to wear. With the new panties worn, she pushed the cherry between her teeth and bit down. One final orgasm and a popped cherry was the reward for Shirley the pudding whom had given so much as to affect Selicia so. "I do love a good peaches and cream~" Satisfied, she left her room to get on with the day's events.