Daniel had long since stopped his crying. How long he had been left in cold storage was hard to determine. It seemed that as a cake, he didn't really need to eat, so he wasn't hungry. He was too despondent about the condition of his hands to have eaten anyway. "It isn't like I can hold anything anymore," he thought.
There were no clocks or sunlight in the storage fridge. Daniel spent his time relearning how to use his body, and talking to Robin, if she had been in the mood. She was friendly enough, but her transformation had taken its toll. Once in a while he would notice an increase in her breast size, or a few extra blueberries that had sprouted around her torso.
Soon after losing his hands, Daniel had felt an old, familiar pent up urge. He had taken it as a good sign of remaining humanity. It seemed the strawberries he had been given were made up of what had once been his sex organs. There were two emerging from his lower torso, and one on top of his head, tilted to the right. They were extremely sensitive to the touch.
After discussing it with Robin, with much embarrassment, she had kindly agreed to rub his berries to relieve the pressure. Daniel knew what would happen from past experience. He had ejaculated whipped cream out from his nipples, giving him a pair of frosting-breasts once again. He looked less human than ever, and didn't even bother to wipe them off anymore. He hoped he wouldn't need Robin to do this for him too often. It felt unnatural and very strange, but as a cake, Daniel had to learn to adapt in order to keep his sanity. It was one of the few pleasures he had been allowed.
Daniel looked at himself in the stainless steel shelf. His slender neck had become a bit longer, and his waist was narrowing down. He looked more feminine than he had, and figured he must be turning into a cake woman like Robin had. With her voluptuous figure, it was hard to believe that she had ever been a boy. Whatever they used in this facility certainly was powerful. The ability to so completely change someone in this way caused nightmarish thoughts to race through Daniel's mind. His final fate was still uncertain.
Daniel tried to push these thoughts to the back of his mind, but they never went away completely. He tried instead to become more human again, hoping it would help his condition. Like Robin, Daniel's leg muscles no longer existed, but with practice he figured out how to wobble himself around. It was kind of like walking. He had moved about several feet in one go, and almost pitched off the edge of the shelf, but Robin had reached out and grabbed a wrist just in time.
"Thanks," he had said. "Being here with you makes this a little more tolerable." Robin had blushed a bit blue, saying nothing.
Daniel idled closer to the wall after that incident. It was colder back there, but it was safer. His breath gradually became more shallow. He didn't really notice.
***
There had been a few other small changes since the shifting of his hands into cupcakes. One day he had grimaced as rainbow sprinkles popped their way up out of his frosting-skin. They decorated his white forearms, navel, shoulders and cheeks with deceptively cheerful dots of blue, yellow and pink.
Soon after that, a few days? A week? It was so hard to tell... After that, five or six red frosting roses had popped out on the sides of his round cake base. They had started as small red dots, unfurling themselves slowly into extravagant patterns. The feeling had been intense. Daniel could only whimper as he watched red gel ropes connect themselves between the roses.
Daniel was so filled with rage at this latest violation of his body, that he had taken his right cupcake fist and had smashed it into the wall. It had splattered quite a bit exposing his raw cake surface. There had only been a dull pain, which worried Daniel. However, as soon as Daniel pulled his arm back the cupcake reformed itself, frosting and all. The long wax candle that had once been his finger even repaired itself.
Figuring he had some sort of built-in immortality, Daniel became bored and exhausted. He no longer had to breathe, he no longer had to eat. He held his arms up effortlessly, since that was now their default position, slumped forward slightly, and slept.
***
He awoke some time later to a voice... Robin's. She had come out of one of her self-preservation stupors, and was gesturing wildly at the bowl of pudding to Daniel's left, with arms now dotted with blueberries. That was new. The pudding didn't move at all. Cupcake hands held high, he twisted his torso to look at her, a pained expression on his face.
"They're taking Jeff! Jeff's..."
Jeff must have been the pudding-boy's name. Robin had told Daniel how he had melted suddenly, losing his talkative personality. After a few days as shelf mates, he had become unable to maintain his shape, and was currently a pile of chocolate pudding. Daniel didn't like to look at it. It made him think of becoming a cake completely, and losing all sense of himself. Daniel didn't think Jeff had died, exactly. Just completed the transition from human to food... Daniel hoped he was no longer conscious. About 150 pounds of pudding could feed a lot of people.
So could 150 pounds of cake. Daniel shivered, wiggling around a bit. His frosting breasts bounced, and sprinkles fell off onto the shelf floor.
The metallic spatula slid under Jeff and pulled him away. But a second spatula was headed in their direction as well...