Jessica’s mom was livid at Jessica’s choice. She had assumed her daughter would choose something interesting. But a living chocolate statue? That was just stupid. Worse yet, Jessica hadn’t even made a chocolate version of her own body; instead it was some Barbie-fied version of Jessica’s idea of the ideal female form, with huge breasts and a bubble butt. Just focusing on such surface-level things, when Jessica’s mother had assumed Jessica would choose something more meaningful.
Well, if Jessica wanted to be superficial, she could suffer the consequences. Her mother started her punishment of Jessica by making the transformation permanent. She then lifted up the chocolate statue of her daughter and, with a good amount of effort, loaded her into the back of the Subaru. She then drove to the outdoor mall in the middle of town and unloaded Jessica in the middle of the crowd. It was a hot day and she knew Jessica would melt quickly. Soon, her stupid daughter would be a chocolate puddle on the cement, with everyone there to witness it.
That’s not what happened. After only a moment, people started approaching the chocolate statue. “Is that real chocolate?” “It looks so realistic.” “Can anyone just take this? It’s free?”
And from Jessica’s perspective, it was pure bliss. She wanted to be an object. She wanted to be something sweet that people, even random strangers, would be interested in. Would want. Now that’s what she was getting. When a group of teenagers broke off her fingers and began to eat them, it felt like she was being tickled. When a boy she recognized from school broke off her left breast and took a bite, it felt like ecstasy.
Better still, her consciousness moved with each broken piece. She felt herself being handled, she felt herself being eaten, and she felt herself being swallowed, all while the rest of her was completely conscious too. It was like she had multiplied in a way she had never thought possible. No more was she a frail, weak girl with flaws and disgusting bodily functions. Now she was perfect, and she was being eaten.
She was broken into enough pieces for everyone before she had time to melt at all. But she was still softening, and it made everything ten times better. She was inside stomachs and she was on tongues, but she was also smeared on fingers, all over faces, even staining clothes.
It was absolutely perfect, and she never wanted it to stop.