The Wrong Ingredients
(FxF, transformation, bimbofication, unaware)
Alice sighed once again as she looked at the assembly of ingredients on the kitchen counter. Her lovely girlfriend Stacy would be here in a couple of hours, and she'd woken up with the idea to bake a batch of surprise cookies. There were two main problems however, the ingredients being the first. Fortunately, a quick Google led Alice to a very quaint store that seemed to be run by a couple who didn't mind working over Christmas as long as they were together. A light flush colored Alice's cheeks as she remembered the extremely curvy women giggling and kissing as she entered, their encouragement for her cookie plan, their mingling voices, one bubbly, one husky, as they guided her to each and every ingredient, and the way they collided in passionate kissing once again as soon as Alice set foot out of the shop. Now staring at a dozen packaged items, Alice had to face the second problem. She was clueless when it came to making food. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath, thought of her gorgeous girlfriend, and began to prepare.
First was the flour. Alice carefully opened the packaging and blinked. The shop she'd bought it from had been pink all over, in all shades, but it seemed like the flour was ever so slightly pink too. Her fingers went to her phone, ready to search if this would be safe, but something stopped her. If she clicked off that recipe now, she'd probably get distracted, and that would mean no surprise, and no cookies for Stacy. And that couldn't happen. So Alice steeled herself and started measuring the flour out. She poured some from the bag into a measuring cup, them from the cup into the bowl. She couldn't help but listen to the rustling noise of the flour and spaced out for a moment both times from the tingles running up her spine, but Alice shook it away as nothing but a little unintentional ASMR. She added the dashes of baking soda, baking powder and salt the recipe called for, gently swirling the bowl to mix it, and definitely not to feel those tingles again. Alice bit her lip, shaking her head. No time to get distracted. A little more measuring later and she was mixing a second bowl of sugar, brown sugar and butter. Her hips gently swayed, her modest figure slowly beginning to shift. Two sticks of butter added a little curvature to her tummy, and the sugar made her sweet lips all the more enticing. Alice of course, didn't notice in the slightest. The soft rustle of poured flour looped like static in her brain, keeping her single-mindedly focused on the task at hand. Her thighs clenched, legs nearly buckling as she cracked each egg, and the dash of vanilla extract sent a wave of platinum blonde curls flowing past her shoulders. She giggled quietly to herself, a giddy smile playing across her plump lips as she started to stir. She was doing it! Yes, her recipe was pinker than the one in the article, but it was so much cuter! Stacy was gonna be so impressed- her thoughts cut off as she emptied both bowls into each other, her body wracked with pleasure and the repetition of each change. Alice stood there, drooling, motionless, mindless and on the edge of am orgasm, only snapping back to herself as the tempting scent of the final ingredient cut temptingly through the intensifying static buzz within her empty mind. Alice had no idea how different she was already, and as she picked up the pot of chocolate chips, her numb brain fixed on a single word in the recipe, still open on her phone.
"Lots n lots n lots n lots n lots n lots..." the bimbo whispered under her breath, before pouring the whole pot of chocolate into the mixed cookie batter. The changes were immediate, the only thing more startling than the transformation was Alice's complete naiveté that she had changed at all. Her petite body suddenly surged with growth, her flat chest and modest ass bursting out of her casual clothes until only her apron remained. Her waist, hips and thighs plumped to pornographic proportions, and every thought in her head was doused in pink chocolate, until she wasn't thinking at all, awash in a sweet ocean of bliss. Alice collapsed to the floor, shaking with a ruined orgasm that left her curvaceous body begging and quivering with need. It took her a couple minutes to drag herself back to her feet, slip on a pair of adorable pink oven mittens, and slide her freshly mixed and prepared cookie dough into the oven. Alice collapsed onto a chair, panting and shaking. A delicate smile played over her kissable lips. Stacy was gonna love her surprise for sure~
Twenty minutes later, Stacy knocked on the door to her girlfriend's apartment. She was smiling widely, a wrapped present in her hands, when the door opened and the scent of fresh baked cookies washed over her. Stacy's jaw dropped as she stepped inside reflexively, completely lost in the smell and her disbelief that she didn't even question why the door had opened, and didn't notice her utterly bimbofied girlfriend locking it again behind her with a silent giggle. Stacy reached the dining table, saw the steaming plate of two dozen fresh cookies, all slightly pink, and softly giggled to herself, hands covering her mouth in delight.
"A-Alice? D-did you... did you... bake?" The woman squealed. A pair of perfectly manicured hands cupped over her eyes, eliciting another delighted gasp
"Sure did sweetheart, and I put alllllllllll my love for you into them~"
Stacy found herself being spun for a moment, losing her balance and sitting down on a cushioned seat, staring up at the most perfectly bimbo woman she had ever seen. Her jaw dropped for the second time in as many minutes as this vision of beauty, 5' 10" and curvy beyond belief, dropped her immaculately soft ass directly into Stacy's lap.
"A-A-Alice...?" she mumbled in disbelief. The blonde beauty in her lap quivered.
"N-ngh, yeahhhhh Stace~?" Alice moaned, her modesty covered in only her apron. Their lips hovered, almost touching for a moment.
"...Merry Christmas 🩷"
Instructions on how to bake cookies were taken from: here
