You have to bend down to look at the knobs toward the bottom, but none of those seem to be of any help, either. Among the weird settings, a knob labeled "Tongue length" is dialed to five feet. "Ick," you say. "That's enough of this."
You pull yourself upright so you can close the cabinet and move on to the next one, but your head hits a lever protruding from the top of the machine. As you recoil, holding your hands to your slightly cracked chocolate skull, you hear the lever clanking. It's been jostled into a new position. Your eyes widen as you hear the machine whirring to life. The label next to the lever reads "Pull to Activate".
"Oh no!" You're about to turn and run, but a mechanical arm with two plunger-like nozzles reaches out of the front of the machine and plunks onto both of your nipples. You clutch them, writhing as you try to pull them off, but they aren't giving. You see a dark substance that you can only imagine is more chocolate syrup streaming through a clear tube in the arm. The tube forks and heads into the plungers, being injected into your breasts. You watch as they slowly enlarge from your original B cup into a small C. You scream, although you feel no pain. "Stop it! Stop!"
You are suddenly silenced by a hose that shoots out of the machine and forces itself into your open mouth. It fills with more chocolate. At the same time, another hose has clamped itself around your pussy and is filling it up with something thicker.
You can barely move under the grip of these three mechanical arms. Thankfully, the first arm suddenly retracts with a loud pop. Your breasts bounce and sway in beautiful freedom, their nipples smeared with dark syrup. The hose in your mouth retreats next, leaving a dribble of syrup on your lips and chin. You want to lick it up with your tongue, but as you part your lips, more syrup spills out.
A new arm, shaped like a gigantic syringe, pierces your belly button. Like the others, this is forcibly injecting something into your body. You moan at the sensations of your pussy and your stomach being filled with something, but your gargling moan only elicits more and more syrup to spill from your mouth. Your tongue lashes at your chin, desperately trying to contain the drips. It starts to reach further and further down, and you realize it's growing longer with every drop of syrup it collects. Meanwhile, more syrup is pouring from your lips and sliding down to lubricate your lengthening tongue, helping it grow like drops of water freezing on an icicle. Syrup is now running freely down your chest between your breasts. Incredibly, your tongue is soon long enough to reach your nipples and lick them free of their chocolate smears. This has the unexpected side-effect of even more pleasurable sensations racking your body, and the nipples begin secreting more syrup as they grow erect. Before you realize it, you're using your tongue to tease your nipples and collect even more delicious syrup. You gasp and moan at the trinity of sensations coming from your two nipples and your crotch.
Your stomach is expanding enormously as the needle empties its contents. Finally, it pulls away, as does the hose in your vagina. You fall against the machine, weak from the torturous pleasure you're still experiencing. You collapse onto the floor and you hear your tongue slap the cold marble. Five feet of taste buds deliver an unpleasant flavor to your brain. Your right breast is touching the floor as well, and you discover it is more tender than before. You can't stop yourself from squeezing your nipples with your fingers, forcing more syrup to escape and appease the pressure of the bloated orbs.
With both hands occupied, you use your surprisingly prehensile tongue to explore the new growth in your belly. Its distended shape lies pressed to the marble. You look distinctly pregnant. It feels good to run your tongue around the ball of chocolate flesh, smearing it with your chocolate saliva.
You don't know why you can't stop salivating. Maybe it's the taste of the chocolate, maybe it's your state of arousal. A large pool is collecting on the floor below your mouth and smearing your downturned right cheek. You want to lap it up, but your tongue is busy exploring your new body.
You gasp, sputtering more chocolate onto the floor and the side of the cabinet, as your tongue plunges itself up your nether regions. It's instantly greeted with a gooey wave of warm, tasty fluid you instantly recognize as caramel. You smile ecstatically as you lash the tongue around inside your delicious cavity.
After some time, you tire of pleasuring yourself. Your breasts feel sore, as do your tongue and hands. You roll onto your back, half your milk chocolate body smeared in dark chocolate syrup. The dribble from your mouth seems to finally have subsided, though not entirely stopped. You try to pull your tongue back into your mouth, but you can only fit about a foot in. You pant and rub your protruding belly, wondering several things at once. What kind of freakish place is this? What's in your belly? Will you ever find a way to get back to normal? The final question disturbs you the most: Are you enjoying this new body so much that you want to experience even more?