Your liquid body drifts though time in space. Your mind, body and spirit completely merged with the chocolate syrup. The feel of the liquid flowing through you is liberating; the warmth of being molten fills you with a sense of pure pleasure; and the smell and taste of chocolate surrounding all around you is heavenly… but the stillness of the pool leaves you in utter silence, and all you can see is a solid color of brown.
Your blissful enjoyment of the pool is interrupted when you hear the sound of a machine roaring into live. The pool feels like it is being drained, and you’re draining with it!
You can’t struggle against the flow of the liquid, nor do you want to. You are just too blissful as molten chocolate to do anything. You are sucked down the drain and can feel you are going through some sort of tubs or pipes. The series of pipes funnel you though a machine until you reach the end of the pipes.
Your body starts to fill a mold, forcing you into a new shape. You don’t know what your new shape is as your chocolate fills feet and what feels like a large base. Your body continues to pour into the mold and you realize you’re sitting on a giant chocolate heart. Your liquid chocolate body is rushing into the mold, and you can tell that the bit of you that has been shaped by the mold is wearing a skirt and slippers. A strange shape forms from your leaning skirt, you cannot make out what it is until you have filled three-fourths of the mold. It’s a large harp. Chocolate from your back starts to pour into two large depressions sticking from your back, forming large feathered wings. You’ve almost completely filled the mold, finishing your dress and shaping your head with pointed, elongated ears and luscious flowing hair. You can now tell you’ve being molded into the form of an angel, resting on a giant heart and playing a harp. Your melted chocolate body completely fills the mold, and you begin to feel very cold.
The mold cools as you begin to turn rigid; the coldness of the mold isn’t as nice as the warmth of the liquid you were extracted from, but the feeling of being solid is welcoming. Your body continues to cool down and become dense. You then can feel that something pokes a hole in the top of your head, as some sort of cream fills you from the top down, its warming and pleasant. You can feel your composition changing inside of the mold. Other tubes pump you with other materials; your hair and eyes turn darker than the rest of you, and many of your features are becoming more defined with dark chocolate. You can feel your body is being pumped full of chocolate sauce, and your wings and dress are turning into creamy white chocolate. You would move your head to see what your form looks like but the mold is restricting you from moving.
You rest in the mold for some time as your form finalizes. After several minutes, the mold cracks open, revealing your beautiful angelic body, resting on its chocolate pedestal, playing its harp as if to serenade an audience with a life-like elegance. You are truly a masterpiece!
You’re incapable of moving or talking, but this doesn’t bother you. In fact, you like being a chocolate statue far more than you liked being a liquid. Your mind is completely blissful while you rest on your pedestal.
While your eyes can’t move from their position, you can still see from them, and you can hear your surroundings from your long elf-like ears. Your sense of taste and smell can only sense the chocolate your made of, but with your inanimate form, you still try to make out your surroundings.
From your current perspective, you can see...