The back room is dark, a single table visible in the center of the room. The baker directs you to it, instructing you to lay down. Not having anything else to do, you meekly comply, feeling the warmth of the table on your chocolate body. You shoot a pleading look to him again, hoping, begging really, for an explanation.
"Mmmm, you're hardly right for what I want. As a statue you're quite detailed but hardly unique. I can do so much more to you~. And who knows, if you cooperate you'll have a nice and very happy life ahead of you." He laughs a bit, looking you over with an almost lecherous grin. "Now, where to begin..." After a few moments of thought, he pulls out a jar of powder of some kind and turns the table on higher.
Within seconds yoou feel heat filling your body, making it soft and malleable. "What we're going to do first is melt you down." Your face looks alarmed, your body trying to move but lacking the true cohesion to do so. "Ah, don't fret, you'll be fine." another laugh as the warmth fills you more. Despite your visibly melting body (thanks to a mirror above), despite the way your features are running and your very form is coming apart, you feel no pain and panic is getting harder and harder to feel.
After...some time, you can't really tell how long...you're entirely melted. And sitting there you feel content. Happy to just exist really. It's a strange feeling, like you're still you, just content to abide by what's being done to you. The powder being poured on you snaps you out of it though, little pricks of pleasure filling you as he dumps the entire jar on you. Those few pinpricks become an endless torrent of bliss as he takes a massive spoon and begins to mix the powder in with your body.
You're not sure how long it lasts, but when he's done, your thoughts are a bit scrambled. It just felt so...so good really. Even though you are a bit more awake now, you can't really think of any reason to protest your current state of being. You'll probably develop one again if he leaves you alone, but he's looking like he's got no intention of doing that as he begins to drain the table, your body flowing into some sort of mold mounted under it.
Like before, with the spoon, the feeling of your being flowing into a new shape is downright orgasmic, blowing away any thought of resistance and further cementing the idea that being a chocolate thing is wonderful in your mind. You're not sure what you're becoming, but whatever it is, the feeling of your body pushing up against the mold's walls as you're shaped is perfect in every way. Like before, you seem to be content to just lay there, not noticing time passing. A sudden shock does wake you though, the feeling of intense cold coming through as your body quivers again, hardening into its new form.
After several minutes of this chill, you feel the mold opening and you stumble out, uncertain on solid legs again. You look up at the baker and into the mirror, seeing...