You lash at the woman with your tongue. It slathers across her cream-splotched face and you finally have a taste of what she found irresistible. Strange, you think, that it tastes rather unimpressive. You remember what the woman had said about her own eggs not tasting as good as yours. Perhaps the egg isn't supposed to taste as good to the one who birthed it.
With this new information, you have another advantage over her. She sits on the floor, licking her lips covered in your chocolate saliva. You decide to oblige her cravings. If she wanted more, she would have more. Much more.
Your tongue glides over her face again and again. You cover her head completely with your syrup, then move down her neck. You lap up the creamy mess on her breasts and replace it with your saliva. The woman moans in the pleasure of being coated in your warm goo. You find your own pleasure in rubbing her vital areas with your sensitive tongue. Her round tummy succumbs to the chocolate coating after a generous amount of lashes. Once you've covered her in front, you curve your tongue to reach her back. She rolls around on the floor in glee, and you expertly keep your tongue moving in stride. You force it up her vagina and taste the inner walls of her uterus. She bucks at the sensations you are giving her, and you smile as you remove your tongue. She frowns longingly, and you decide if she wants to feel any more, she will have to earn it. You move down her legs, one at a time. You tickle the bottoms of her feet and watch her toes wiggle.
At last you've covered every inch of her body in chocolate syrup. There is one final thing to do. You slide your tongue up the front of her body, across her vagina, between her breasts, and onto her chin. She opens her mouth to gasp in delight, and you ram your tongue into it. After briefly circling her mouth to cover it in chocolate, you continue down her throat. She begins to gag, but you don't intend to stay in her long enough to choke her to death. Your tongue slides down her throat and reaches her stomach. You find it full to bursting with the cream from your egg. You work your tongue through the cream to her stomach walls. Then you keep going, through her entire digestive tract. You feel your tongue thinning out to stretch beyond its five-foot limit and fit in the confined space of her intestines. The farther it travels, the closer your face comes to hers. Finally, your tongue breaches the end of her rectum as you plant a fat, juicy kiss on her lips. She gives out a muffled cry, then goes limp in your embrace. You know you've conquered her, body and soul.
With your own teeth, you bite off your tongue. It's utterly painless, as you predicted. You let her go, pulling back as she slumps weakly to the floor. The discarded tongue dissolves into fluid syrup and works its way into her body. Meanwhile, you work the stub in your mouth into a curved shape to reform your original tasting organ. You're pleased to find that you're no longer salivating uncontrollably to moisten a five-foot tongue. You lick your lips and smile evilly.
The woman writhes on the floor, gasping. You somehow intrinsically know that her body has been completely converted into chocolate, just as yours was. Unlike your body, she has kept her hair, although it has turned into a flat curtain of chocolate with indented ribs to signify individual strands.
In a moment, she opens her eyes and stands before you. Her round belly sags with the cream still weighing heavily inside. "That was incredible. Thank you."
"I had to render you passive. You seemed somewhat of a threat."
"I was," the woman responds in a dry voice devoid of regret or aggravation. "Had you done nothing to me, I would have forced you to produce more eggs, and possibly devoured you whole."
"Then it seems I made a good decision."
"You are an intruder in my home. I had to do something about you to keep you from escaping."
"I suppose that won't be a concern any longer," you say. "Unless there is a way to change me back into a human, I'm stuck here with you."
"Then what is to be our arrangement? Am I master or slave? You were created with one of my machines, but I was in turn re-created by you."
You mull over the possibilities. It would be fun to have a slave. To experiment further with these chocolate passions...perhaps move beyond them into other delicious foods. Then again, it is all thanks to this woman that you have the chance to explore such delights.
"Let's share authority," you propose. "We've found that cream eggs taste better when created by the other. Surely other elements of our transformations will have similar benefits. We shall both give and take for our mutual pleasure."
"That sounds...," the woman pauses to smile at the flood of opportunities that has entered her mind. "...Delicious."