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Catgirl Invasion!, Episode 13 - Baker's Dozen (Inanimate TF, Absorption)

Wow, thought Robin as she gazed through the glass.

Sitting on the stand on the other side of the bakery window was the most delectable collection of baked goods that she had ever seen. From plump muffins and sugary cakes to shortbread biscuits and glazed rolls--they all looked so delicious, she could squee in delight. She had to buy one of them!

Stepping through the door, she found herself at the back of a small queue. Between her and the counter stood a skinny redhead, who was almost bouncing up and down in excitement, and a pair of beautiful women, playing and teasing one another with the telltale glee of the newly engaged and soon to be wed. Lastly, at the front, there stood a pretty young blonde with the haughty air of a prom queen or class president, who sounded like she was trying to argue with someone on the phone at the same time as she placed her order with the chubby baker at the counter.

Robin folded her arms and huffed. Well, at least this gave her time to stop and look at what she planned to buy. She was so in love with the treats on display that she'd barely even considered which she wanted.

At last, when the prissy girl had stormed out in a huff, the lovers had placed their orders and danced away arm in arm, and the energetic redhead had zipped off to a nearby table with a bag of cookies in her hand, Robin reached the counter herself.

"I'll have one of those," she said shyly, pointing it out through the glass. "One of the ones that looks like a bear,"

The chubby baker went to pick it up. "That'll be three bells, honey."

Robin swallowed. "How much?!" She knew this was a high-class bakery, but she didn't think... Who would ever buy a cake for that price?!

With a dejected sigh, she shook her head and turned away from the counter, slumbering back outside onto the street. There, she dropped her butt to the pavement and kicked away a stone. She couldn't get the thought of those baked treats from her mind.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by a sudden glint of light from above.

Huh, she thought, turning her head towards the clouds. That looks like...

There was an enormous roar of rushing air, a tremendous crack of cardboardium against stone, and a Bakeneko walker dropped from the sky and landed in front of her.

Robin backed away in horror as the walker settled on its four noodle-y limbs, raising its saucer-shaped body from the ground with a loud purring noise. The sun glimmered against its pointed ears and silly, cat-like face.

Robin's heel caught a cobblestone, and she fell back onto her butt as the walker steadied itself. All around her, women and men alike dropped their belongings and fled for their lives. Back on the ground, Robin watched in frozen fear as the walker's slender tail uncoiled itself, and the pointer at its tip began to glow with a horrible pink light.

ZZZzzzaap!

A bolt of peach lightning flew from its end, straight into the bakery behind her. Robin turned just in time to see every employee and customer inside caught in the pinkish glare, before they vanished with a trace.

She swiveled back just in time to see the tail moving towards her. For an instant, she was looking straight at the pointer on its tip and the pink glow that surrounded it.

Then, with a zap!, the pink light covered her, and the street beneath her vanished.

She landed, for the second time already, with a bump on her butt. Glancing around in panic, she found she'd re-materialized in some kind of little cage made of blue glass.

She wasn't alone. Around her sat the employees of the bakery, all looking as fearful as her. Beside them were their customers, including the jittery young redhead, still holding a cookie in her hands; and the pair of newly-engaged lovers, clinging tightly to one another.

Beyond the glass cage, when she dared to look, she saw strange screens and consoles, and lots of blinking lights.

That, and catgirls. Two of them. One at the controls, and one standing guard by the cage. The latter was holding a tablet and stylus, and as Robin watched, she counted them up and marked them all down.

As Robin looked on, there was another flash of pink light, and she turned to see another woman burst into existence beside her. The poor girl appeared half a meter in the air and fell to the cushioned floor of the cage with a squeal.

"W-what's going on?!" cried the newcomer, who Robin recognised as the pretty young blonde from the bakery. She still had her phone out, held uselessly to her ear. "No! No! I refuse to be...! I can't be Selected!" Eyes wide, she swung around, as if looking for something to hit.

At last, her gaze settled on the catgirl outside, and she leapt to her feet, storming straight to the edge of the cage. "Hey! Hey!" she demanded, rapping at the glassy wall. "Listen to me!"

The catgirl outside raised an eyebrow in bemusement and titled her head. "Are nyou talking to me, nya?" she asked.

"That's right!" the prom queen snarled. "You better let me out of this right now, or--"

Before she could finish, the catgirl stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry right in her face. And with that, she turned back to her tablet.

The haughty blonde, meanwhile, could only look on in shocked bewilderment. At last, she began to scream and smash her phone against the wall.

It was one of the bakers who intervened, the same busty woman who'd served them both. Seeing her now, Robin realised she wasn't fat, but pregnant.

Shaking a lock of curly, dark hair out of her head vision, the baker placed a hand on one prodigious hip and the other on the prom queen's shoulder. "Come on, honey, calm down," she said, "we can get outta this." She sounded as if she didn't believe it.

"Oh, what do you people know?" the prissy girl snapped, slapping away the baker's hand. "I knew I should have sent one of mommy's servants..."

The catgirl outside gave a little giggle. "Eleven, twelve, and dat makes thirteen, nya." She turned to her fellow Bakeneko. "Dat's all of dem, nya. Let's go!"

"Okay!" squealed the other, tugging so hard at her joystick that she almost fell out of her chair.

Robin felt weightless all of a sudden. Looking at the walker's screen, she saw the world outside spin around, as the Bakeneko spacecraft told gravity to take five.

Then the city was shrinking beneath them as they shot into the sky.

*

The walker carried them towards a Bakeneko saucer, where they were roughly hauled out of their cage and dropped into a large cardboardium box. In the last instant before it was closed, Robin had the chance to see the enormous stack they were being added to. Boxes filled every inch of space, like a strange, blue warehouse, while paw-like drones flitted around, adding more and more to the pile.

Then their box was closed, and they were dropped into place. Still, the sounds continued for some time before at last growing quiet, replaced only a low, purr-like hum.

As the box was closed, the bakers continued to talk among them, supporting and reassuring one another, though there was a clear tone of panic to their speech. Most of the others, including Robin, kept silent. The "class president", if that's what she was, continued to shake and rant.

Feeling too scared and too shy, Robin pushed herself back into a corner. And there she waited.

Soon, she heard the first new sound. There was a click, followed by the purring of motors. The low humming came to a stop.

Robin felt vertigo as they dropped for instant, before coming to a equally sudden stop, as though something had caught them. She felt motion again.

"Are we there?" asked one of the bakers, looking around shakily.

Though no-one asked where, they all knew what she meant.

The Factory.

As the humming grew louder, Robin's sense of motion sped up. She felt as though something were carrying them, lifting them box and all through the air.

Then the humming and the motion both stopped. A flash of pink filled the box, followed almost instantly by a chorus of screams. Robin gave a timid shriek of her own as her clothing disintegrated. Squealing, she crossed her legs and wrapped her arms around her chest, pressing herself further into the corner. Looking fearfully around the box, she saw she wasn't on her own--everyone of them had been shamefully stripped.

Then the purring began anew, and they started to move again.

From outside came the sound of high-pitched voices, following by a terrible tearing noise. Startled, Robin looked up to a thin line formed in the top of their box as an invisible force tore it open.

High above, she saw a mass of glassy tubes, danging from the ceiling like spaghetti through the holes of a sieve. As she watched, one of them twitched and began to move towards them.

As it approached, Robin and the others tried to back away. But the box was small and its surfaces slippery, so there was only so far they could go. The maw of the tube descended inevitably towards them.

With a howl, the prom queen leapt to her feet and began to bang on the side of the box. "Hey!" she demanded. "Don't you know who I am? Let! Me! Out!"

There came only giggling from outside.

As if attracted to the sound of the pres's demands, the tube twitched and swiveled towards her. She was so focused on ranting that she didn't see it approach, that she didn't even see to notice as her hair startling to lift towards it. As such, she could barely make a sound as it sucked her up--only a long, high-pitched whine as she vanished up the pipe.

Robin and the others began to scream as the pipe whirred towards them. The chubby baker was the next to go, sucked straight up with a barely a pause. After her went the skinny redhead, shrieking loudly as she vanished from view. Next it took the lovers--they were clinging tightly to one another, and so were pulled up together. And after that, the remaining bakers, one after another.

Then, at last, it came to Robin. She pushed herself back into her corner and shivered as the tube lowered itself from the air. As it approached, she began to feel the strange tingling of its suction against her naked skin. For an instant, she felt herself floating, hovering an inch above the ground, and then, without a second more of pause, she was shooting upward towards the ceiling.

She was so shocked that she didn't have time to look around, to see the enormous unloading facility and its lines of human-filled boxes, destined for processing.

Another instant, and she passed through the ceiling, close on the trail of the last of the bakers, whose pink soles and puffy nether region were the centerpiece of the view ahead.

Several more seconds of darkness whizzing past her and she began to see light up ahead. In a flash, she emerged, flung into some enormous chamber, filled with pipes full of naked women. They jutted from every inch of the floor and walls, converging in the center of the vast room, where they came together in an enormous tangle of tubes.

Robin let out a shriek as her own pipe carried her forwards, sending her spinning up and down as she looped through the enormous jumble. Around her flew hundreds of women (and the odd man), all as naked and terrified as herself.

Then she was shooting on, out of the glassy yarn ball and up towards the ceiling, where she passed into darkness once again.

Soon, a new light appeared at the end of the tunnel. Robin heard renewed screaming as her fellow victims fell out of view.

Then she hit the curve in the pipe herself. It flung her downward, straight out and into a new, circular chamber.

She landed with a bump on a glassy, blue conveyor belt and found herself stuck. The material of the belt seemed to be glued to her butt so tightly that she couldn't free herself no matter how hard she wiggled.

Looking around, she saw the others were in the same position as herself. The raised belt carried them in a loop around the circular chamber, turning them slowly around it. In the center, placed on a tall pedestal, there stood what looked like a enormous bowl made of bright blue glass. Among it dangled a strange device, covered with mechanical tendrils, each tipped with what looked like a Bakeneko pointer. It looked strangely like a giant whisk.

And all around, there were Bakeneko catgirls, dressed in blue spandex uniform and capped with puffy blue hats.

Robin repressed a gulp as she saw them. They almost looked like... bakers.

"Nyokey dokey, nya," yelled a catgirl whose hat was far larger and more magnificent than the others. "Let's get dis orda finished!" She clapped her hands.

One of the catgirls near her reached for a controller and began to fiddle with its buttons.

Up above, the whisk machine began to purr in response, its tendrils twitching, as if in excitement.

"Nyow," the head cat continued, "the first item on the list is a nice lemon cake."

"L-lemon cake?!" squealed the prissy blonde, from the front of queue.

The assistant chef pushed a button, and the belt Robin and the others were on whirled around, before slamming to a stop with the prom queen next to the head chef. The poor girl had landed on her knees and hands against the belt, so that it among looked like she was bowing.

"W-what--what is this?" she demanded, fear warring with anger in her voice.

"Hmmm," said the head chef, prodding the schoolgirl's flat chest with a pointy nail. "Nyour kinda skinny, nya." She shrugged. "Oh well, we'll do what we can with nyou." She nodded to her aide, who gave a sharp tug at her controls.

With a terrible purr, the machine on the ceiling spun into life. One of its tendrils shot down, aimed straight for the prom queen. She screamed as it reached her, and the tip of the tendril lit up, covering her in pink. She froze.

Then the arm pulled back, and the girl, still frozen, was pulled back as well, caught in its telekinetic beam. It lifted her over to the glassy bowl. With a quiet zap, the beam cut out, and the girl dropped. She landed with a thunk at the bottom.

"Nyow," the head chef, continued, "activate da Mixer!"

Her assistant slammed a button, and the machine began to spin. Its arms and points all lit up, casting a baleful pink glare over the bowl and the schoolgirl inside it.

"H-hey! Stop!" she cried, banging at its side. "Y-you can't--you can't do this... this is--" Her eyes filled with tears. "HELP ME!" she called, voice breaking.

But the Bakeneko only chuckled. The device continued to spin.

And the prom queen caught beneath it, began, ever so slowly, to change.

It was subtle at first: a slight change in the colour of her skin--pale pink turning an equally pale shade of brown. She even had time to notice it, to look at herself and cry out.

Then it grew quicker. One second, she was sharp and defined; the next, she looked a little gloopy. A second more, and she was gurgling in panic as she melted into a puddle of batter at the bottom of the bowl.

Robin clamped her hands over her mouth, and several of the others began to scream. The Bakeneko on the floor, however, simply laughed.

The Mixer, meanwhile, continued to spin, though its speed slowed down and its lights dimmed. Beneath it, the former prom queen started to spin as the machine did its work.

As the head chef's assistant fiddled with her controls, the device began to shift, different parts changing direction while others dulled or lit up. In sync, the glassy bowl began to change as well, shrinking into a stubby cylindrical tray to better fit the class pres. turned cake mix. Under the light of Mixer, she turned darker and darker, fluffing up as her batter-y new form set. A new more seconds, and she had become a large if rather plain spongecake.

"Nyow for the icing," said the head chef. Her assistant hit another button on her controls.

The Mixer's spinning changed direction once again, and the glass bowl-turned-tray unfolded into a large plate. The girl-turned-cake, meanwhile, was changing as well. As Robin watched, a seam appeared around the ex-girl's middle as yellow-white icing pushed her two halves apart. More burst like a geyser from her top, flowing in a tide over her edges. Before it set, the icing twirled into little, swirly decorations, and the center rose into the shape of the prom queen's bust and face, frozen in an expression of utter pleasure. At last, a sprinkle of lemon zest appeared like freckles on her cheeks.

At last, the Mixer purred to a stop, the light dimmed away, and the central pedestal lowered itself to Bakeneko height. The device gave a little ding.

The head chef stepped forward, taking an imperious look at the former prom queen. At last, a wide grin split her face. "Dat's it, nya! One man-made lemon cake fit for a Noble!"

With another tap of the assistant's controls, a pointer plucked the former girl from the stand and placed her on a tray beside it. As the pedestal returned to its previous height, the plate atop it reformed into a bowl.

"Nyow," the head chef continued, turning back to the Robin and the others with a mischievous grin on her face. "What's nyext on the list, nya?"

*

What followed couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, though to Robin it felt like an eternity. Stuck at the end of the queue, she was forced to watch as each of her fellow Selectees was plucked up and run through the Mixer in turn, processed into one form or another of delectable cake.

As she stared, butt stuck to the belt, they took the pregnant baker and Mixed her into a plump spongecake covered in cream, her hips bloating into the lowest tier, while the rest of her swollen, arm-less body protruded from its top. Even beneath the layers of cream, her face was still visibly filled with fear.

After her went the skinny redhead, who it melted and processed into a slender Black Forest gateau, her bust and face emerging from the top, the latter a mask of utter ecstasy. She had jam for her hair, cream leaking from her tiny breasts, and three neat cherries in her mouth to finish her off.

Then went the newly weds, who, clinging tightly to each other, were plucked up together and shaped into a sadistically appropriate form: a multi-tiered wedding cake tipped with a pair of little brides.

At last went the remaining bakers, thrown into the bowl one after another and Mixed into a series of plump little muffins, with their faces and boobs sticking out of their wrappers.

And then, at last, it came to Robin herself. As the former bakers were placed on the tray with the rest, and the bowl reset to its default shape, the belt beneath her whirred forward, bringing her face to face with the head chef.

"Oh," said the catgirl, sizing her up, "it's a good job we saved nyou, nya." She cupped one of Robin's plump boobs and gave it a squeeze. "Dis last item's a special one, nya."

Robin blushed even as she almost choked in fear. What did she mean by "special"?

Before she could get an answer, the assistant tapped her controls, and the Mixer's beam caught Robin's body, locking her still as it lifted her over the bowl. It cut out above, and she dropped, landing hard on her butt for the third time that day.

"Wait!" she cried, knowing deep inside it was useless, even as she slammed her fist again the glass. One look at the grinning Bakeneko told her they'd do this again and again, just for the amusement of it.

"Nyokay, hit the button!" the head chef called, and with a slap of her paw, the assistant did so.

Robin heard a whir from above. She looked up just in time to see the Mixer purr into life. Its many arms began to twirl, their tips wreathed in that baleful pink light. She shrunk back as it cast its glare at her, but the bowl was too tall and too smooth to climb--there was nowhere she could go.

Still, the Mixer spun.

Robin shivered as the sensation of pins and needles spread across her entire body, before concentrating in her hand. As she raised it to her eyes, she saw her skin changing colour, just like the others, light brown overtaking pale pink. The tingling spread from the tip of her fingers and down along her arm, carrying her new colour with it.

As she continued to stare in frozen horror, her warped hand seemed to wobble slightly, loosing a little of its shape. She watched, petrified, as a drop of batter dripped from her finger and hit the bottom of the bowl with a splat.

She went to scream, but no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she felt the tingling pass up her throat and into her mouth. She stopped, choked.

When she opened her mouth at last to speak, it wasn't words that came from her lips, but cake mixture, gloopy and wet. She watched as it splattered on the ground.

Then the tingling reached the tip of her head, and she felt her body wobbled. A tremor passed through her.

And before she could move, she was melting to the floor. Her head fell back, fixing her gaze on the Mixer above, and there was a dull splash as the waves of her fluid new body hit the walls of the bowl and settled.

As she stared at machine spinning above her, Robin felt like she wanted to cry. But no matter what she did, she had no eyes to do so with. All she could do was lie and wait as the Mixer did its work.

And work it did. As Robin watched the device spin, she felt her own body begin to follow in turn. Slowly to start with, as if someone were dragging an invisible spoon through her sloppy new form, then quicker, picking up in pace. Her point of view turned to match the Mixer above, until it seemed to be still while the room around it twirled. She began to feel dizzy.

With each turn, she felt her body changing more and more. She was losing some of that gloopiness, becoming thicker and thicker with every round of the bowl.

At last, with a click, she came to a stop. Above her, the Mixer changed speed and direction, its light blinking on and off at random.

Around her, Robin felt the bowl began to shrink into a cylindrical tray, compressing her as well. At the same time, she felt a terrible heat spreading through her. It made it feel light-headed and airy, as if she were a cloud looking down upon the world. Looking down at herself, she saw she was rising... just like a cake should.

The thought of it, that that was now all she was, tore out what little remaining hope she had left. She wanted to whimper.

But, of course, a cake couldn't.

Within a handful of seconds, Robin's body had puffed up so much that her tray felt like a lace corset. Just as she thought it would burst, she felt the tray release her, folding out all around. All considered, it wasn't a terrible feeling, not unlike taking off your bra after a long day at work. As it let go, it flattened, forming a large plate beneath her. Sitting open and exposed in its center, she suddenly felt strangely naked.

Some of the catgirls must have sensed it, because they turned to one another and giggled like children.

Turn me back! Robin wanted to shout. But of course, she had no mouth with which to scream.

"Time for da icing, nya," said the head chef.

Icing?! Robin mentally squealed.

Up above, the Mixer began to spin once more, its pointer limbs casting their pink glow over her round new body. As it did, she felt something welling up around her.

Thick blue icing burst into view, welling up over her edges and over her face. She wanted to cry out as it covered her, afraid it would leave her blind, but as she tried she found her perspective rising through it. Looking down as far as she could, she saw the icing forming into a replica of her face, mouth fixed in an expression of the terror she felt. Below it, her large breasts (or the shape of them) popped back into being with two soft boings.

A moment later, she was distracted by little swirls of white icing as they spun into being around her edge. They were followed instants later by a drizzle of white icing, trailing over her cheeks and the curve of her bust in a way that seemed humiliatingly like innuendo.

And then, with that, it was over, and the Mixer purred to a quiet stop. Robin saw the room around her rise as the pillar beneath her dropped itself to the Bakeneko's height. There was a quiet ding. Soon, the head chef was leaning over her, looking thoughtful.

"Mmmm," she said, eye trailing over Robin's cake-ified bust. "One of my best, nya. Puuurrfect for the Nobles' party." She flicked an eye at one of her assistants, who trudged forward and levered Robin of the stand.

Robin wanted to shout as she was carried away, placed on the same tray as the rest of the Selectees. There, the Bakeneko set about packing them, sorting them all into their plastic-y boxes, one after another. First the prom queen, then the plump baker, followed by her colleagues, who went in the same box all together. After them was packed the nervous redhead in a tall box, and the newly weds in another. And then the catgirls' hands came for Robin, and she was lifted like the object she was, up into the air and down into the box, while her Bakeneko handlers looked down on her with expressions of sadistic glee.

"Dere nyou go," said one of them, taking the box's lid in her hands, "all packed up nice and tight for da Party." She smiled and licked her lips.

As the lid closed over her, Robin wanted to shiver. What Party? What was going to happen to her?

And then came epiphany, as fast and sudden as a walker from the clouds.

After all, what did people normally do to cakes?

*

Robin had no way of knowing how long she was in the box. The lid was opaque, so she couldn't even tell by the height of the Sun.

Not that she expected there to be one. Not when the Bakeneko could take her anywhere in the galaxy.

In the end, as time trickled away to meaningless, she found herself daydreaming herself into a state of fear, imagining all the ways the Bakeneko could torture her. They could cut her into pieces and eat her slice by slice. Or they could lick away her icing and leave the rest of her to rot... If she could have, she would have shaken and sweat. What kind of cake sweats?! They'll have to throw me in the trash! Hahah!

Heh...

The more she about it, the more disturbingly realistic that possibility seemed.

And if they did, what would even happen to her? Would she just rot forever? For that matter, what would happen if they ate her? She didn't want to be digested, but that still seemed a little more appealing than rotting.

Her thoughts running round and round in terrified circles, she had worked herself into such a state that by the time her box was opened, she barely realised what was happening.

To her surprise, it was not a catgirl peeking in, but a human maid, a girl like herself with dark hair and eyes, who looked equally scared and sympathetic. As the girl took in Robin's form, her eyes widened in sudden horror, and she clapped her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong?" called an equally human voice from nearby.

The first girl turned away. "Just look at her, Kana..."

Another maid appeared, this time short with bright red hair. As she looked over Robin appearance, she grimaced. "Well, what did you expect, Fumi?" she said at last, turning back with her hands held out in exasperation. "Of course they got man-made cakes."

Fumi, however, seemed on the verge of tears. "Just look at her," she sniffled.

Kana gave another peek. "Yeah, they really like that pervy stuff." She gave a disgusted sniff. "Now come on and help me unpack. What do you think they'll do to us if they catch us lazing around?"

Fumi gave another little sniffle, but she seemed to get the point.

And so Robin watched as the two maids unpacked her and the rest of the food. Lifted out of her box, she saw they were in some kind of enormous ballroom. Everything she could see, from the furniture to the decor, was one shade of blue or another, and everything, everything had some kind of human shape to its design. The carpets and curtains had little figures woven around their edges, the chairs had human limbs for legs and human faces on their backrests, while the tables were each supported by four human bodies, their arms outstretched, as if carrying the weight of the top between them. The pillars meanwhile, were simply made of petrified women, placed in pairs and stacked atop one another, like some bizarre cheer-leading routine. And every face, of course, was locked into an expression of either orgasm or utter fear.

At the end of the ballroom, there was a enormous window, revealing the vast expanse of empty space. In the center of this dark void, like a cake in the middle of a table, there was a circle of blue, a giant marble, which Robin slowly realised was a planet.

Where are we?

As she wondered this, the first maid, Fumi, lifted her up and placed onto one of the tables, turning to unpack one of the many other boxes.

Robin watched as Fumi opened up a little box and plucked out a pair of candles, both shaped like little, armless women with wicks on their heads. One looked terrified, while the other looked like she was in the middle of orgasm.

Picking them up, Fumi turned back to Robin's box. "Sorry," she mumbled, leaning over.

Sorry for wh--? Robin went to think, but before she could even finish the thought, Fumi took the candles and planted them straight into the centers of Robin's breasts. Her chest lit up in a sudden mix of pleasure and pain. It felt like someone was trying to stick a pair of dildos through her non-existent nipples. She could only scream internally as Fumi wiggled the candles carefully into place, before stepping back and examining them. To her credit, she seemed more embarrassed than satisfied.

"Sorry," she said again.

Robin was in too much pleasure to hear her, however.

As Fumi stepped away to help Kana with something else, Robin was left to stew in her own fading pleasure. Even as it died away, she could still feel those candles pressed into her breasts, and the thought of it was driving her to the edge. If she still had a hand, she would have taken two fingers and plunged them straight into her pussy (not that she had that either). As it was, all she could hope was that Fumi would come back and play with her candles a little more.

Fumi, however, seemed to busy elsewhere, and Robin was left to watch as the two maids unpacked the rest of her Selectees (alongside an banquet's worth of other party treats), arranged them on the table, and poked candles into them. The prom queen and the skinny redhead each got a pair in their nipples as well, while the lovers get several on every tier, and the baker-muffins all got one in their cleavage. The pregnant baker, meanwhile, gave pause to Fumi and Kana, who seemed confused as to whether they should continue the theme of nipple lights or find another place to put the candles. In the end, they decided on the former, leaving them sticking at right angles out of the poor woman's boobs.

In time, the two were joined by several other maids, who set about helping with the tables and chairs. Food was placed, streamers were put up, and a party cannon was hauled out and loaded with confetti. Fumi pulled out a vacuum cleaner (with the body of human woman, like everything else) and started hoovering up crumbs. The others chattered nervously.

As she watched it all unfold, Robin couldn't help but wonder: what was it all for?

*

At last, just as Robin was about to die of not knowing, there was a ringing, like the tolling of a bell, and every maid in the room seemed to jump at once. Without a word, they scattered, pushing away tools and cleaning up messes, before hurrying to stand in lines at the sides of the room. Robin watched as Fumi and Kana took their places at the end of the line by the far wall, both looking to each other for comfort.

The bell rang again, louder and more insistent. One maid coughed, while another hurried to wipe a spot of dust off her uniform.

Then the door slammed open with a tremendous clang! so loud that even Robin felt it through her sponge.

Into the room poured a trio of catgirls, one red-haired, one green-haired, one pink.

"Wowowow, look at it, nya," said the pink-haired one, her eyes lighting up in excitement and as she took in the room.

"Hmmmph," said the red-haired one. "It's nyokay, I guess." She crossed her arms and kicked her shoes against the ground. "I still think we shoulda gone for a beach party though."

The green-haired one chuckled. "Don't be silly, Aka. Ao will have plenty of time for beach parties once she's down there, nya." She flicked a glance at the blue planet visible through the massive window.

"Whatever nyou say, Midori," said Aka. She huffed again. "Couldn't even get an indoor pool."

"Don't be such a spoilsport, nya," chided the pink one. She paused and looked around in search of something. "Although, there is something missing."

"Hey, Momo," said the green-head to the pink, "when are the guests supposed to arrive?"

Momo tapped a finger against her chin and then raised her wrist to look to glance at a non-existent watch. "Oh, we've still got plenty of time, nya."

The bell rang again.

"Almost 30 seconds of it," Momo said without a pause.

10 seconds later, the bell rang again, and with another tremendous clang! that echoed through everyone present, the door slammed open once more.

This time, it was a chubby blonde who stumbled in, her eyes wild, like a starved animal. Behind her, hovering just above the ground, trailed a taller, skinnier catgirl with blood red eyes and bat wings on her back.

"Taberu. Nomi," Momo said politely. "It's so good to see nyou, nya."

The blonde Bakeneko swiveled to face her. "I was told there would be cake," she said. Her pudgy stomach rumbled loudly.

At the sound, Robin felt a new wave of sudden fear.

As if sensing her thoughts, Taberu turned to face Robin's table, and her eyes widened in delight. A long, slick tongue poked from her lips, trailing saliva as she licked them. She raised her paws and tensed her legs like a lion about to leap.

Before she could, the catgirl behind raised her umbrella and smacked the fat blonde's head.

"Nyo," said Nomi. "That's Ao's cake, nyou greedy neko."

Rubbing her temple, Taberu sucked her tongue back in and pouted at her sister, looking abashed. As the others looked away, however, she turned back to Robin and made a quick gesture, one which seemed to say "Nyou're mine! ... Nya."

Robin wanted to wet herself.

As Taberu and Nomi moved on, the ballroom's bell rang once more, and soon another Bakeneko Noble was slamming open the door and storming into the chamber. First came the Countess Seigu, then Viscountess Panchira and the Baroness Kinbaku (with two of her favorite dog-girl pets). Afterward came the twin countesses Chonyu and Shiri, followed in turn by the Princesses Yuri and Loli.

With each new arrival, the waiting maids became more and more nervous. Robin herself felt like melting, even ignoring Taberu's hungry glares.

Then the bell rang once again, louder and more insistent this time. The catgirls in the room snapped to attention at once, just as the maids had for their arrival. One of said maids ran to the door and stood beside it.

Within another handful of seconds, there was a second warbling from the bell. This time, however, the door didn't shoot off its hinges--instead, it opened slowly. Somehow, that was more frightening.

"Ahem," coughed the maid at the door. "Introducing Her Royal Nyajesty, First Tendril of Nyanlathotep, Quee--"

A lance of pink light spat through the gap in the entrance, and the maid cried out as she melted to the ground as a swirly pile of poop.

Slipping her pointer back between her breasts, Queen Hentai stepped into the chamber.

Every catgirl in the room either curtsied, bowed or knelt. The maids did the same, while also flicking scared glances at the stool by the door and looking like they wanted to phase through the wall.

For several tense seconds, the Queen studied them and the ballroom both. Her eyes passed over everything, touching everything in the room but settling on nothing. Robin wanted to shiver s they passed over her.

At last, the Queen spoke.

"Where are the balloons, nya?"

A gasp passed like an earthquake through every animate person in the chamber.

"Oooooh," said Momo, smacking her fist into her palm. "Dat's what was missing."

Before anyone else could speak, the Queen whipped her pointer back out of her cleavage and turned it on the maids by the far wall. Pink light shot from its tip.

Robin saw Fumi, Kana, and the others cry out as the pink light overcame them, their faces contorting in fear. Then their bodies began to swell, limbs retracting as they turned colorful and sleek. A handful more seconds, and each had become a colored balloon, styled with her own horrified face. Robin watched as Aka plucked Fumi's new form from the air and gave it a playful squeeze.

As the catgirls laughed, the Queen gave a little sigh, slipped her pen back into her bust, and stepped forward to take her seat at the end of the ballroom's largest table, right in front of the window. With the blue planet riding her shoulders, she looked terrifying.

Momo, meanwhile, was looking at her non-existent watch again. "Uh oh," she said. "It's almost time!" She waved her arms in panic. "Quick! Everybody hide!"

The bell rang once more.

As one, the catgirls fled their seats (except Panchira, Loli, and the Queen, who remained where they were, looking annoyed, bored, and apathetic, respectively) and took up their hiding spots around the ballroom. Bizarre as this was, Robin thought as she watched, it was even more bizarre to see how inept the catgirls were at it. Most were simply standing to the sides, and some were only covering their eyes.

The door slipped open, and a blue-haired catgirl in a frilly black dress stuck her head through the opening. "Hey, does anyone knyow where my toothbrush wen--OMIGOSH HOW LONG HAVE I HAD A BALLROOM, NYA?!"

All together, every catgirl leapt from her hiding place (or dropped her hands...), raised her arms in the air, and yelled: "Supwise! Happy Hatchday, Ao!"

"Oh wow," said Ao, looking close to tears. She sniffed. "Nyou guys... Nyou got me a ballroom?!"

The catgirls shared a look of confusion.

"We got nyou a planet, Ao," said Momo, pointing the blue world through the window.

Ao stared blankly, as if noticing it for the first time. "Wow!" she cried at last. "Dat's even better than a ballroom!"

As Ao sniffled in joy, the others led her to the free end of the largest table, where she took her seat opposite the Queen.

"Nyow," said Momo, "it's time for the--"

"FOOD," yelled Taberu, bashing her knife and fork against the table. Her eyes were wild with hunger.

"Ugh," said Panchira, wrinkling her nose, "someone feed her before she eats the table, nya."

Momo clapped her hands, and the remaining maids shot forward. In silence, they set about grabbing plates and serving food. There was no logical order to what they served--sandwiches and cakes went next to one another, and even on the same plate. Not that the catgirls seemed to mind. No sooner had the food been placed than they gobbled it down without complaint. Taberu in particular swallowed plate after plate, and even grabbed and devoured one of the poor maids serving her.

Robin, meanwhile, was left to watch in silence as the carnage unfolded. She knew that they could come for her at any time. Even as she looked on, the bakers turned muffins were served on a tray, and the catgirls all around eagerly snatched them up and stuffed them down their throats.

As she watched, another maid grabbed the former prom queen and hauled her over to the table. The schoolgirl was placed in front of Momo, who wiggled out the candles before picking up a fork and stabbing it straight into one of the poor cake's boobs. As the catgirl lifted the chunk of fluffy breast into her mouth and began to chew it, Robin winced mentally. She might not have had many reasons to like the prom queen, but she wouldn't wish their fate upon anybody.

While Momo was taking apart the prissy schoolgirl, shoveling forkfull after forkfull of former-woman into her mouth, a group of maids picked up the chubby baker and put her pregnant body on the table. The Bakeneko seemed to find her especially amusing, as they all started giggling when she was placed before Chonyu. If the busty catgirl Countess felt any kinship with the equally buxom treat in front of her, she didn't show it. No soon had the baker been placed than Chonyu began scooping up chunks of the sponge and cream that the woman's bust had become and stuffing it straight into her mouth. Crumbs and cream went everywhere, with more than a little falling into her cleavage, where it was promptly sucked in. The catgirl Shiri, meanwhile, glanced suspiciously around before scooping out a chunk of the cake girl's swollen butt for herself.

Meanwhile, Robin watched as another maid grabbed the skinny redhead and set her down before Kinbaku. The catgirl ran a hand across the cake-girl's nipples, teasing it playfully, before plucking one of strawberries from her mouth and plopping it into her own. Rolling the berry on her tongue, she scooped up one of the cake-girl's chocolate coated boobs in her hand. Half she ate herself, licking the nipple playfully, while the rest she threw on the floor to be eaten by her dog-girl pets.

In the meantime, another group of maids had picked up the lovers-turned-wedding cake and carried it to the far end of the table, where Queen Hentai was sitting with her closest friends. As Taberu and Yuri devoured the cake's lower levels, the Queen stood and reached delicately for the sugar figurines at the top. Holding one of the shrunken brides in each hand, she brought them close to her face and opened her mouth. Sticking out her pointy tongue, she sent it to wrap snake-like around one of the brides, before pulling her straight between her lips. She crunched, chewing the one bride to pieces, while holding the other so they could see everything that was happening to her lover.

At last, the Queen swallowed.

And then, without a pause, she crushed the second bride between her hands. She pressed them together for several seconds, until there was nothing left but dust, then turned and wiped it onto the floor.

Robin would have shaken if she could.

As she watched in mounting horror as the scene unfolding before her, knowing as the maids zipped about that anyone of them could pick her as the catgirls' next course, she began to realise something strange. The blue-haired catgirl, Ao, the one this entire perverted party was for, had barely eaten anything.

A second later, she realised why.

"Nyokay, evewynyone," said Momo, swallowing the last of the baker-muffins with a loud gulp, "it's time for the Hatchday Cake, nya!"

Hatchday Cake? Robin thought with daunting terror as she saw the room turn to face her. You can't mean--No no no no!

As she screamed in her head, a maid appeared beside her and lifted her up. She was carried to the table, the Bakeneko's eyes on her all the while (Taberu's looked particularly menacing) and laid carefully in front of Ao. The blue-haired catgirl's own eyes were filled with delight as she took in the sight of Robin.

"Make a wish, nya!" said Momo.

Ao stopped and raised a finger to her lips. "I wish for..." she trailed into silence, took a deep breath, and blew out Robin's two candles.

"Well," asked Momo, "what did nyou wish for?"

"I wished for a cake!" cried Ao.

The others looked at her blankly.

"...And my wish came true!"

"...Nyokay, that works," said Momo, rolling her eyes. She reached forward and plucked the two candles from Robin's nipples, sending a quake of pleasure through the cake-girl's body as she wiggled them free. Then, reaching for a knife, she leant forward and raised it delicately.

No, thought Robin, as the blade approached. No, please don't--

The point of the knife touched the center of her body, right between her icing-formed boobs and chin. Slowly, Momo lowered it, cutting a line between through one of Robin's boobs. Lifting it, she did the same on the other side, taking all of Robin's cleavage and both of her nipples in a single slice of cake. With caution, she levered it out.

Robin, meanwhile, was lost in the pleasure of it. There was no pain, no pain at all. Instead, it felt like she someone had taken an the spikiest dildo they could find and plunged as far into her pussy as they could. Her body was on fire.

She could still feel the slice as Momo carried it over to Ao's plate. She could still feel it, even as the catgirl raised her fork and stabbed it again.

As Ao stuffed a piece of the slice into her mouth, Robin felt it melting on the catgirl's tongue. It felt like her nipple, like someone was teasing it from every angle. She wanted to explode in orgasm.

The pleasure didn't fade, even as Ao finished her slice and went for another. Even as Momo took a slice of her own, then Aka, then Midori, and all the others. Robin felt everything they took, felt every bite as it melted in their mouths. Every piece made the pleasure a thousand times more intense, even as her mushed up sponge settled in their stomachs.

At last, there was only one slice left. It was Ao who claimed it, raising it whole to her mouth. Robin's ecstasy was so intense that she barely recognised the shape of lips before her, or the white of teeth as they opened.

"Mmm," said Ao, a macaroon in one hand and all that remained of Robin in the other. "Nyou're gonna look gweat on my hips, nya."

She opened wide.

Robin screamed in her mind as the darkness encompassed her. For several instants, the single piece that remained of her body rested on Ao's tongue. Then the catgirl's teeth came crashing down, crushing and mashing her until she was little more than a thin mush of sponge and icing.

A tremor passed through the door, and Robin felt her pieces falling back into darkness once more. She was pressed through a tight tunnel and pulled onward down it, emerging as a paste from the ceiling of a fleshy room. She landed by a sea of half-digested food, of her own pieces and those of everything else Ao had eaten.

As she stewed in the broth of Ao's stomach, mind turning over itself in witless panic and fear, a strange rumbling ripped through the chamber. Robin tried to cry out as Ao's belly filled with a gauzy pink light. Its glare brought her to the brink of her orgasm once again, and as the light grew so did her pleasure, until at last, her vision filled with pink, she passed out.

*

Robin awoke to the feeling of someone fondling her body.

Nuh--no! she cried out, trying to turn over in her sleep. But no matter how hard she wanted to, her body refused to move.

Looking around, she saw nothing but a soft blue material--between that and her unmoving body, it felt as though she were wrapped in the tightest, most comfiest bed quilt ever. She tried to shake herself free, but succeeded only in sending a shiver through her body. It felt strangely pleasurable.

"Ooh, she's awake," someone said. "I saw her jiggle."

The sound snapped Robin to attention. Jiggle? she thought, trying and failing to move again. Wha--where am I?

She tried to move an arm and realised she couldn't feel one. In fact, she couldn't feel anything familiar--where her arms and legs and torso and hips should be, she felt only two roundish orbs, bound tightly by the blue material.

"Let me have a look, nya," said someone else.

Robin felt motion, as though she were being spun around.

Then, the blue fabric was pulled away, leaving Robin cold and naked. In a flash of light, she could see again.

She found herself starring into the face of a pink-haired catgirl, who was leaning over to examine her. "Wow, Ao," said the catgirl, raising a finger, "she made nyour butt so big."

B-butt?! Robin spluttered.

Then the catgirl poked her, and Robin felt a tremor of pleasure pass through her new form. Giggling, the catgirl cupped both her cheeks and shook them up and down, sending Robin's mind into a whirligig of ecstasy.

"Momo, stop it...," whined Ao, dancing skittishly away. She pulled her panties back up, leaving Robin bound and blinded once again.

The catgirls giggled, and Robin felt herself bouncing. The core of her in Ao, and all the rest of her little pieces, spread among the Bakeneko's boobs and butts and thighs. It brought her all the way to the edge and straight over it.

"Happy Hatchday!" Momo cried. "Nyow, let's move on to da presents!"

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Catgirl Invasion!, Episode 13 - Baker's Dozen (Inanimate TF, Absorption)

Wow, thought Robin as she gazed through the glass.

Sitting on the stand on the other side of the bakery window was the most delectable collection of baked goods that she had ever seen. From plump muffins and sugary cakes to shortbread biscuits and glazed rolls--they all looked so delicious, she could squee in delight. She had to buy one of them!

Stepping through the door, she found herself at the back of a small queue. Between her and the counter stood a skinny redhead, who was almost bouncing up and down in excitement, and a pair of beautiful women, playing and teasing one another with the telltale glee of the newly engaged and soon to be wed. Lastly, at the front, there stood a pretty young blonde with the haughty air of a prom queen or class president, who sounded like she was trying to argue with someone on the phone at the same time as she placed her order with the chubby baker at the counter.

Robin folded her arms and huffed. Well, at least this gave her time to stop and look at what she planned to buy. She was so in love with the treats on display that she'd barely even considered which she wanted.

At last, when the prissy girl had stormed out in a huff, the lovers had placed their orders and danced away arm in arm, and the energetic redhead had zipped off to a nearby table with a bag of cookies in her hand, Robin reached the counter herself.

"I'll have one of those," she said shyly, pointing it out through the glass. "One of the ones that looks like a bear,"

The chubby baker went to pick it up. "That'll be three bells, honey."

Robin swallowed. "How much?!" She knew this was a high-class bakery, but she didn't think... Who would ever buy a cake for that price?!

With a dejected sigh, she shook her head and turned away from the counter, slumbering back outside onto the street. There, she dropped her butt to the pavement and kicked away a stone. She couldn't get the thought of those baked treats from her mind.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by a sudden glint of light from above.

Huh, she thought, turning her head towards the clouds. That looks like...

There was an enormous roar of rushing air, a tremendous crack of cardboardium against stone, and a Bakeneko walker dropped from the sky and landed in front of her.

Robin backed away in horror as the walker settled on its four noodle-y limbs, raising its saucer-shaped body from the ground with a loud purring noise. The sun glimmered against its pointed ears and silly, cat-like face.

Robin's heel caught a cobblestone, and she fell back onto her butt as the walker steadied itself. All around her, women and men alike dropped their belongings and fled for their lives. Back on the ground, Robin watched in frozen fear as the walker's slender tail uncoiled itself, and the pointer at its tip began to glow with a horrible pink light.

ZZZzzzaap!

A bolt of peach lightning flew from its end, straight into the bakery behind her. Robin turned just in time to see every employee and customer inside caught in the pinkish glare, before they vanished with a trace.

She swiveled back just in time to see the tail moving towards her. For an instant, she was looking straight at the pointer on its tip and the pink glow that surrounded it.

Then, with a zap!, the pink light covered her, and the street beneath her vanished.

She landed, for the second time already, with a bump on her butt. Glancing around in panic, she found she'd re-materialized in some kind of little cage made of blue glass.

She wasn't alone. Around her sat the employees of the bakery, all looking as fearful as her. Beside them were their customers, including the jittery young redhead, still holding a cookie in her hands; and the pair of newly-engaged lovers, clinging tightly to one another.

Beyond the glass cage, when she dared to look, she saw strange screens and consoles, and lots of blinking lights.

That, and catgirls. Two of them. One at the controls, and one standing guard by the cage. The latter was holding a tablet and stylus, and as Robin watched, she counted them up and marked them all down.

As Robin looked on, there was another flash of pink light, and she turned to see another woman burst into existence beside her. The poor girl appeared half a meter in the air and fell to the cushioned floor of the cage with a squeal.

"W-what's going on?!" cried the newcomer, who Robin recognised as the pretty young blonde from the bakery. She still had her phone out, held uselessly to her ear. "No! No! I refuse to be...! I can't be Selected!" Eyes wide, she swung around, as if looking for something to hit.

At last, her gaze settled on the catgirl outside, and she leapt to her feet, storming straight to the edge of the cage. "Hey! Hey!" she demanded, rapping at the glassy wall. "Listen to me!"

The catgirl outside raised an eyebrow in bemusement and titled her head. "Are nyou talking to me, nya?" she asked.

"That's right!" the prom queen snarled. "You better let me out of this right now, or--"

Before she could finish, the catgirl stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry right in her face. And with that, she turned back to her tablet.

The haughty blonde, meanwhile, could only look on in shocked bewilderment. At last, she began to scream and smash her phone against the wall.

It was one of the bakers who intervened, the same busty woman who'd served them both. Seeing her now, Robin realised she wasn't fat, but pregnant.

Shaking a lock of curly, dark hair out of her head vision, the baker placed a hand on one prodigious hip and the other on the prom queen's shoulder. "Come on, honey, calm down," she said, "we can get outta this." She sounded as if she didn't believe it.

"Oh, what do you people know?" the prissy girl snapped, slapping away the baker's hand. "I knew I should have sent one of mommy's servants..."

The catgirl outside gave a little giggle. "Eleven, twelve, and dat makes thirteen, nya." She turned to her fellow Bakeneko. "Dat's all of dem, nya. Let's go!"

"Okay!" squealed the other, tugging so hard at her joystick that she almost fell out of her chair.

Robin felt weightless all of a sudden. Looking at the walker's screen, she saw the world outside spin around, as the Bakeneko spacecraft told gravity to take five.

Then the city was shrinking beneath them as they shot into the sky.

*

The walker carried them towards a Bakeneko saucer, where they were roughly hauled out of their cage and dropped into a large cardboardium box. In the last instant before it was closed, Robin had the chance to see the enormous stack they were being added to. Boxes filled every inch of space, like a strange, blue warehouse, while paw-like drones flitted around, adding more and more to the pile.

Then their box was closed, and they were dropped into place. Still, the sounds continued for some time before at last growing quiet, replaced only a low, purr-like hum.

As the box was closed, the bakers continued to talk among them, supporting and reassuring one another, though there was a clear tone of panic to their speech. Most of the others, including Robin, kept silent. The "class president", if that's what she was, continued to shake and rant.

Feeling too scared and too shy, Robin pushed herself back into a corner. And there she waited.

Soon, she heard the first new sound. There was a click, followed by the purring of motors. The low humming came to a stop.

Robin felt vertigo as they dropped for instant, before coming to a equally sudden stop, as though something had caught them. She felt motion again.

"Are we there?" asked one of the bakers, looking around shakily.

Though no-one asked where, they all knew what she meant.

The Factory.

As the humming grew louder, Robin's sense of motion sped up. She felt as though something were carrying them, lifting them box and all through the air.

Then the humming and the motion both stopped. A flash of pink filled the box, followed almost instantly by a chorus of screams. Robin gave a timid shriek of her own as her clothing disintegrated. Squealing, she crossed her legs and wrapped her arms around her chest, pressing herself further into the corner. Looking fearfully around the box, she saw she wasn't on her own--everyone of them had been shamefully stripped.

Then the purring began anew, and they started to move again.

From outside came the sound of high-pitched voices, following by a terrible tearing noise. Startled, Robin looked up to a thin line formed in the top of their box as an invisible force tore it open.

High above, she saw a mass of glassy tubes, danging from the ceiling like spaghetti through the holes of a sieve. As she watched, one of them twitched and began to move towards them.

As it approached, Robin and the others tried to back away. But the box was small and its surfaces slippery, so there was only so far they could go. The maw of the tube descended inevitably towards them.

With a howl, the prom queen leapt to her feet and began to bang on the side of the box. "Hey!" she demanded. "Don't you know who I am? Let! Me! Out!"

There came only giggling from outside.

As if attracted to the sound of the pres's demands, the tube twitched and swiveled towards her. She was so focused on ranting that she didn't see it approach, that she didn't even see to notice as her hair startling to lift towards it. As such, she could barely make a sound as it sucked her up--only a long, high-pitched whine as she vanished up the pipe.

Robin and the others began to scream as the pipe whirred towards them. The chubby baker was the next to go, sucked straight up with a barely a pause. After her went the skinny redhead, shrieking loudly as she vanished from view. Next it took the lovers--they were clinging tightly to one another, and so were pulled up together. And after that, the remaining bakers, one after another.

Then, at last, it came to Robin. She pushed herself back into her corner and shivered as the tube lowered itself from the air. As it approached, she began to feel the strange tingling of its suction against her naked skin. For an instant, she felt herself floating, hovering an inch above the ground, and then, without a second more of pause, she was shooting upward towards the ceiling.

She was so shocked that she didn't have time to look around, to see the enormous unloading facility and its lines of human-filled boxes, destined for processing.

Another instant, and she passed through the ceiling, close on the trail of the last of the bakers, whose pink soles and puffy nether region were the centerpiece of the view ahead.

Several more seconds of darkness whizzing past her and she began to see light up ahead. In a flash, she emerged, flung into some enormous chamber, filled with pipes full of naked women. They jutted from every inch of the floor and walls, converging in the center of the vast room, where they came together in an enormous tangle of tubes.

Robin let out a shriek as her own pipe carried her forwards, sending her spinning up and down as she looped through the enormous jumble. Around her flew hundreds of women (and the odd man), all as naked and terrified as herself.

Then she was shooting on, out of the glassy yarn ball and up towards the ceiling, where she passed into darkness once again.

Soon, a new light appeared at the end of the tunnel. Robin heard renewed screaming as her fellow victims fell out of view.

Then she hit the curve in the pipe herself. It flung her downward, straight out and into a new, circular chamber.

She landed with a bump on a glassy, blue conveyor belt and found herself stuck. The material of the belt seemed to be glued to her butt so tightly that she couldn't free herself no matter how hard she wiggled.

Looking around, she saw the others were in the same position as herself. The raised belt carried them in a loop around the circular chamber, turning them slowly around it. In the center, placed on a tall pedestal, there stood what looked like a enormous bowl made of bright blue glass. Among it dangled a strange device, covered with mechanical tendrils, each tipped with what looked like a Bakeneko pointer. It looked strangely like a giant whisk.

And all around, there were Bakeneko catgirls, dressed in blue spandex uniform and capped with puffy blue hats.

Robin repressed a gulp as she saw them. They almost looked like... bakers.

"Nyokey dokey, nya," yelled a catgirl whose hat was far larger and more magnificent than the others. "Let's get dis orda finished!" She clapped her hands.

One of the catgirls near her reached for a controller and began to fiddle with its buttons.

Up above, the whisk machine began to purr in response, its tendrils twitching, as if in excitement.

"Nyow," the head cat continued, "the first item on the list is a nice lemon cake."

"L-lemon cake?!" squealed the prissy blonde, from the front of queue.

The assistant chef pushed a button, and the belt Robin and the others were on whirled around, before slamming to a stop with the prom queen next to the head chef. The poor girl had landed on her knees and hands against the belt, so that it among looked like she was bowing.

"W-what--what is this?" she demanded, fear warring with anger in her voice.

"Hmmm," said the head chef, prodding the schoolgirl's flat chest with a pointy nail. "Nyour kinda skinny, nya." She shrugged. "Oh well, we'll do what we can with nyou." She nodded to her aide, who gave a sharp tug at her controls.

With a terrible purr, the machine on the ceiling spun into life. One of its tendrils shot down, aimed straight for the prom queen. She screamed as it reached her, and the tip of the tendril lit up, covering her in pink. She froze.

Then the arm pulled back, and the girl, still frozen, was pulled back as well, caught in its telekinetic beam. It lifted her over to the glassy bowl. With a quiet zap, the beam cut out, and the girl dropped. She landed with a thunk at the bottom.

"Nyow," the head chef, continued, "activate da Mixer!"

Her assistant slammed a button, and the machine began to spin. Its arms and points all lit up, casting a baleful pink glare over the bowl and the schoolgirl inside it.

"H-hey! Stop!" she cried, banging at its side. "Y-you can't--you can't do this... this is--" Her eyes filled with tears. "HELP ME!" she called, voice breaking.

But the Bakeneko only chuckled. The device continued to spin.

And the prom queen caught beneath it, began, ever so slowly, to change.

It was subtle at first: a slight change in the colour of her skin--pale pink turning an equally pale shade of brown. She even had time to notice it, to look at herself and cry out.

Then it grew quicker. One second, she was sharp and defined; the next, she looked a little gloopy. A second more, and she was gurgling in panic as she melted into a puddle of batter at the bottom of the bowl.

Robin clamped her hands over her mouth, and several of the others began to scream. The Bakeneko on the floor, however, simply laughed.

The Mixer, meanwhile, continued to spin, though its speed slowed down and its lights dimmed. Beneath it, the former prom queen started to spin as the machine did its work.

As the head chef's assistant fiddled with her controls, the device began to shift, different parts changing direction while others dulled or lit up. In sync, the glassy bowl began to change as well, shrinking into a stubby cylindrical tray to better fit the class pres. turned cake mix. Under the light of Mixer, she turned darker and darker, fluffing up as her batter-y new form set. A new more seconds, and she had become a large if rather plain spongecake.

"Nyow for the icing," said the head chef. Her assistant hit another button on her controls.

The Mixer's spinning changed direction once again, and the glass bowl-turned-tray unfolded into a large plate. The girl-turned-cake, meanwhile, was changing as well. As Robin watched, a seam appeared around the ex-girl's middle as yellow-white icing pushed her two halves apart. More burst like a geyser from her top, flowing in a tide over her edges. Before it set, the icing twirled into little, swirly decorations, and the center rose into the shape of the prom queen's bust and face, frozen in an expression of utter pleasure. At last, a sprinkle of lemon zest appeared like freckles on her cheeks.

At last, the Mixer purred to a stop, the light dimmed away, and the central pedestal lowered itself to Bakeneko height. The device gave a little ding.

The head chef stepped forward, taking an imperious look at the former prom queen. At last, a wide grin split her face. "Dat's it, nya! One man-made lemon cake fit for a Noble!"

With another tap of the assistant's controls, a pointer plucked the former girl from the stand and placed her on a tray beside it. As the pedestal returned to its previous height, the plate atop it reformed into a bowl.

"Nyow," the head chef continued, turning back to the Robin and the others with a mischievous grin on her face. "What's nyext on the list, nya?"

*

What followed couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, though to Robin it felt like an eternity. Stuck at the end of the queue, she was forced to watch as each of her fellow Selectees was plucked up and run through the Mixer in turn, processed into one form or another of delectable cake.

As she stared, butt stuck to the belt, they took the pregnant baker and Mixed her into a plump spongecake covered in cream, her hips bloating into the lowest tier, while the rest of her swollen, arm-less body protruded from its top. Even beneath the layers of cream, her face was still visibly filled with fear.

After her went the skinny redhead, who it melted and processed into a slender Black Forest gateau, her bust and face emerging from the top, the latter a mask of utter ecstasy. She had jam for her hair, cream leaking from her tiny breasts, and three neat cherries in her mouth to finish her off.

Then went the newly weds, who, clinging tightly to each other, were plucked up together and shaped into a sadistically appropriate form: a multi-tiered wedding cake tipped with a pair of little brides.

At last went the remaining bakers, thrown into the bowl one after another and Mixed into a series of plump little muffins, with their faces and boobs sticking out of their wrappers.

And then, at last, it came to Robin herself. As the former bakers were placed on the tray with the rest, and the bowl reset to its default shape, the belt beneath her whirred forward, bringing her face to face with the head chef.

"Oh," said the catgirl, sizing her up, "it's a good job we saved nyou, nya." She cupped one of Robin's plump boobs and gave it a squeeze. "Dis last item's a special one, nya."

Robin blushed even as she almost choked in fear. What did she mean by "special"?

Before she could get an answer, the assistant tapped her controls, and the Mixer's beam caught Robin's body, locking her still as it lifted her over the bowl. It cut out above, and she dropped, landing hard on her butt for the third time that day.

"Wait!" she cried, knowing deep inside it was useless, even as she slammed her fist again the glass. One look at the grinning Bakeneko told her they'd do this again and again, just for the amusement of it.

"Nyokay, hit the button!" the head chef called, and with a slap of her paw, the assistant did so.

Robin heard a whir from above. She looked up just in time to see the Mixer purr into life. Its many arms began to twirl, their tips wreathed in that baleful pink light. She shrunk back as it cast its glare at her, but the bowl was too tall and too smooth to climb--there was nowhere she could go.

Still, the Mixer spun.

Robin shivered as the sensation of pins and needles spread across her entire body, before concentrating in her hand. As she raised it to her eyes, she saw her skin changing colour, just like the others, light brown overtaking pale pink. The tingling spread from the tip of her fingers and down along her arm, carrying her new colour with it.

As she continued to stare in frozen horror, her warped hand seemed to wobble slightly, loosing a little of its shape. She watched, petrified, as a drop of batter dripped from her finger and hit the bottom of the bowl with a splat.

She went to scream, but no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she felt the tingling pass up her throat and into her mouth. She stopped, choked.

When she opened her mouth at last to speak, it wasn't words that came from her lips, but cake mixture, gloopy and wet. She watched as it splattered on the ground.

Then the tingling reached the tip of her head, and she felt her body wobbled. A tremor passed through her.

And before she could move, she was melting to the floor. Her head fell back, fixing her gaze on the Mixer above, and there was a dull splash as the waves of her fluid new body hit the walls of the bowl and settled.

As she stared at machine spinning above her, Robin felt like she wanted to cry. But no matter what she did, she had no eyes to do so with. All she could do was lie and wait as the Mixer did its work.

And work it did. As Robin watched the device spin, she felt her own body begin to follow in turn. Slowly to start with, as if someone were dragging an invisible spoon through her sloppy new form, then quicker, picking up in pace. Her point of view turned to match the Mixer above, until it seemed to be still while the room around it twirled. She began to feel dizzy.

With each turn, she felt her body changing more and more. She was losing some of that gloopiness, becoming thicker and thicker with every round of the bowl.

At last, with a click, she came to a stop. Above her, the Mixer changed speed and direction, its light blinking on and off at random.

Around her, Robin felt the bowl began to shrink into a cylindrical tray, compressing her as well. At the same time, she felt a terrible heat spreading through her. It made it feel light-headed and airy, as if she were a cloud looking down upon the world. Looking down at herself, she saw she was rising... just like a cake should.

The thought of it, that that was now all she was, tore out what little remaining hope she had left. She wanted to whimper.

But, of course, a cake couldn't.

Within a handful of seconds, Robin's body had puffed up so much that her tray felt like a lace corset. Just as she thought it would burst, she felt the tray release her, folding out all around. All considered, it wasn't a terrible feeling, not unlike taking off your bra after a long day at work. As it let go, it flattened, forming a large plate beneath her. Sitting open and exposed in its center, she suddenly felt strangely naked.

Some of the catgirls must have sensed it, because they turned to one another and giggled like children.

Turn me back! Robin wanted to shout. But of course, she had no mouth with which to scream.

"Time for da icing, nya," said the head chef.

Icing?! Robin mentally squealed.

Up above, the Mixer began to spin once more, its pointer limbs casting their pink glow over her round new body. As it did, she felt something welling up around her.

Thick blue icing burst into view, welling up over her edges and over her face. She wanted to cry out as it covered her, afraid it would leave her blind, but as she tried she found her perspective rising through it. Looking down as far as she could, she saw the icing forming into a replica of her face, mouth fixed in an expression of the terror she felt. Below it, her large breasts (or the shape of them) popped back into being with two soft boings.

A moment later, she was distracted by little swirls of white icing as they spun into being around her edge. They were followed instants later by a drizzle of white icing, trailing over her cheeks and the curve of her bust in a way that seemed humiliatingly like innuendo.

And then, with that, it was over, and the Mixer purred to a quiet stop. Robin saw the room around her rise as the pillar beneath her dropped itself to the Bakeneko's height. There was a quiet ding. Soon, the head chef was leaning over her, looking thoughtful.

"Mmmm," she said, eye trailing over Robin's cake-ified bust. "One of my best, nya. Puuurrfect for the Nobles' party." She flicked an eye at one of her assistants, who trudged forward and levered Robin of the stand.

Robin wanted to shout as she was carried away, placed on the same tray as the rest of the Selectees. There, the Bakeneko set about packing them, sorting them all into their plastic-y boxes, one after another. First the prom queen, then the plump baker, followed by her colleagues, who went in the same box all together. After them was packed the nervous redhead in a tall box, and the newly weds in another. And then the catgirls' hands came for Robin, and she was lifted like the object she was, up into the air and down into the box, while her Bakeneko handlers looked down on her with expressions of sadistic glee.

"Dere nyou go," said one of them, taking the box's lid in her hands, "all packed up nice and tight for da Party." She smiled and licked her lips.

As the lid closed over her, Robin wanted to shiver. What Party? What was going to happen to her?

And then came epiphany, as fast and sudden as a walker from the clouds.

After all, what did people normally do to cakes?

*

Robin had no way of knowing how long she was in the box. The lid was opaque, so she couldn't even tell by the height of the Sun.

Not that she expected there to be one. Not when the Bakeneko could take her anywhere in the galaxy.

In the end, as time trickled away to meaningless, she found herself daydreaming herself into a state of fear, imagining all the ways the Bakeneko could torture her. They could cut her into pieces and eat her slice by slice. Or they could lick away her icing and leave the rest of her to rot... If she could have, she would have shaken and sweat. What kind of cake sweats?! They'll have to throw me in the trash! Hahah!

Heh...

The more she about it, the more disturbingly realistic that possibility seemed.

And if they did, what would even happen to her? Would she just rot forever? For that matter, what would happen if they ate her? She didn't want to be digested, but that still seemed a little more appealing than rotting.

Her thoughts running round and round in terrified circles, she had worked herself into such a state that by the time her box was opened, she barely realised what was happening.

To her surprise, it was not a catgirl peeking in, but a human maid, a girl like herself with dark hair and eyes, who looked equally scared and sympathetic. As the girl took in Robin's form, her eyes widened in sudden horror, and she clapped her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong?" called an equally human voice from nearby.

The first girl turned away. "Just look at her, Kana..."

Another maid appeared, this time short with bright red hair. As she looked over Robin appearance, she grimaced. "Well, what did you expect, Fumi?" she said at last, turning back with her hands held out in exasperation. "Of course they got man-made cakes."

Fumi, however, seemed on the verge of tears. "Just look at her," she sniffled.

Kana gave another peek. "Yeah, they really like that pervy stuff." She gave a disgusted sniff. "Now come on and help me unpack. What do you think they'll do to us if they catch us lazing around?"

Fumi gave another little sniffle, but she seemed to get the point.

And so Robin watched as the two maids unpacked her and the rest of the food. Lifted out of her box, she saw they were in some kind of enormous ballroom. Everything she could see, from the furniture to the decor, was one shade of blue or another, and everything, everything had some kind of human shape to its design. The carpets and curtains had little figures woven around their edges, the chairs had human limbs for legs and human faces on their backrests, while the tables were each supported by four human bodies, their arms outstretched, as if carrying the weight of the top between them. The pillars meanwhile, were simply made of petrified women, placed in pairs and stacked atop one another, like some bizarre cheer-leading routine. And every face, of course, was locked into an expression of either orgasm or utter fear.

At the end of the ballroom, there was a enormous window, revealing the vast expanse of empty space. In the center of this dark void, like a cake in the middle of a table, there was a circle of blue, a giant marble, which Robin slowly realised was a planet.

Where are we?

As she wondered this, the first maid, Fumi, lifted her up and placed onto one of the tables, turning to unpack one of the many other boxes.

Robin watched as Fumi opened up a little box and plucked out a pair of candles, both shaped like little, armless women with wicks on their heads. One looked terrified, while the other looked like she was in the middle of orgasm.

Picking them up, Fumi turned back to Robin's box. "Sorry," she mumbled, leaning over.

Sorry for wh--? Robin went to think, but before she could even finish the thought, Fumi took the candles and planted them straight into the centers of Robin's breasts. Her chest lit up in a sudden mix of pleasure and pain. It felt like someone was trying to stick a pair of dildos through her non-existent nipples. She could only scream internally as Fumi wiggled the candles carefully into place, before stepping back and examining them. To her credit, she seemed more embarrassed than satisfied.

"Sorry," she said again.

Robin was in too much pleasure to hear her, however.

As Fumi stepped away to help Kana with something else, Robin was left to stew in her own fading pleasure. Even as it died away, she could still feel those candles pressed into her breasts, and the thought of it was driving her to the edge. If she still had a hand, she would have taken two fingers and plunged them straight into her pussy (not that she had that either). As it was, all she could hope was that Fumi would come back and play with her candles a little more.

Fumi, however, seemed to busy elsewhere, and Robin was left to watch as the two maids unpacked the rest of her Selectees (alongside an banquet's worth of other party treats), arranged them on the table, and poked candles into them. The prom queen and the skinny redhead each got a pair in their nipples as well, while the lovers get several on every tier, and the baker-muffins all got one in their cleavage. The pregnant baker, meanwhile, gave pause to Fumi and Kana, who seemed confused as to whether they should continue the theme of nipple lights or find another place to put the candles. In the end, they decided on the former, leaving them sticking at right angles out of the poor woman's boobs.

In time, the two were joined by several other maids, who set about helping with the tables and chairs. Food was placed, streamers were put up, and a party cannon was hauled out and loaded with confetti. Fumi pulled out a vacuum cleaner (with the body of human woman, like everything else) and started hoovering up crumbs. The others chattered nervously.

As she watched it all unfold, Robin couldn't help but wonder: what was it all for?

*

At last, just as Robin was about to die of not knowing, there was a ringing, like the tolling of a bell, and every maid in the room seemed to jump at once. Without a word, they scattered, pushing away tools and cleaning up messes, before hurrying to stand in lines at the sides of the room. Robin watched as Fumi and Kana took their places at the end of the line by the far wall, both looking to each other for comfort.

The bell rang again, louder and more insistent. One maid coughed, while another hurried to wipe a spot of dust off her uniform.

Then the door slammed open with a tremendous clang! so loud that even Robin felt it through her sponge.

Into the room poured a trio of catgirls, one red-haired, one green-haired, one pink.

"Wowowow, look at it, nya," said the pink-haired one, her eyes lighting up in excitement and as she took in the room.

"Hmmmph," said the red-haired one. "It's nyokay, I guess." She crossed her arms and kicked her shoes against the ground. "I still think we shoulda gone for a beach party though."

The green-haired one chuckled. "Don't be silly, Aka. Ao will have plenty of time for beach parties once she's down there, nya." She flicked a glance at the blue planet visible through the massive window.

"Whatever nyou say, Midori," said Aka. She huffed again. "Couldn't even get an indoor pool."

"Don't be such a spoilsport, nya," chided the pink one. She paused and looked around in search of something. "Although, there is something missing."

"Hey, Momo," said the green-head to the pink, "when are the guests supposed to arrive?"

Momo tapped a finger against her chin and then raised her wrist to look to glance at a non-existent watch. "Oh, we've still got plenty of time, nya."

The bell rang again.

"Almost 30 seconds of it," Momo said without a pause.

10 seconds later, the bell rang again, and with another tremendous clang! that echoed through everyone present, the door slammed open once more.

This time, it was a chubby blonde who stumbled in, her eyes wild, like a starved animal. Behind her, hovering just above the ground, trailed a taller, skinnier catgirl with blood red eyes and bat wings on her back.

"Taberu. Nomi," Momo said politely. "It's so good to see nyou, nya."

The blonde Bakeneko swiveled to face her. "I was told there would be cake," she said. Her pudgy stomach rumbled loudly.

At the sound, Robin felt a new wave of sudden fear.

As if sensing her thoughts, Taberu turned to face Robin's table, and her eyes widened in delight. A long, slick tongue poked from her lips, trailing saliva as she licked them. She raised her paws and tensed her legs like a lion about to leap.

Before she could, the catgirl behind raised her umbrella and smacked the fat blonde's head.

"Nyo," said Nomi. "That's Ao's cake, nyou greedy neko."

Rubbing her temple, Taberu sucked her tongue back in and pouted at her sister, looking abashed. As the others looked away, however, she turned back to Robin and made a quick gesture, one which seemed to say "Nyou're mine! ... Nya."

Robin wanted to wet herself.

As Taberu and Nomi moved on, the ballroom's bell rang once more, and soon another Bakeneko Noble was slamming open the door and storming into the chamber. First came the Countess Seigu, then Viscountess Panchira and the Baroness Kinbaku (with two of her favorite dog-girl pets). Afterward came the twin countesses Chonyu and Shiri, followed in turn by the Princesses Yuri and Loli.

With each new arrival, the waiting maids became more and more nervous. Robin herself felt like melting, even ignoring Taberu's hungry glares.

Then the bell rang once again, louder and more insistent this time. The catgirls in the room snapped to attention at once, just as the maids had for their arrival. One of said maids ran to the door and stood beside it.

Within another handful of seconds, there was a second warbling from the bell. This time, however, the door didn't shoot off its hinges--instead, it opened slowly. Somehow, that was more frightening.

"Ahem," coughed the maid at the door. "Introducing Her Royal Nyajesty, First Tendril of Nyanlathotep, Quee--"

A lance of pink light spat through the gap in the entrance, and the maid cried out as she melted to the ground as a swirly pile of poop.

Slipping her pointer back between her breasts, Queen Hentai stepped into the chamber.

Every catgirl in the room either curtsied, bowed or knelt. The maids did the same, while also flicking scared glances at the stool by the door and looking like they wanted to phase through the wall.

For several tense seconds, the Queen studied them and the ballroom both. Her eyes passed over everything, touching everything in the room but settling on nothing. Robin wanted to shiver s they passed over her.

At last, the Queen spoke.

"Where are the balloons, nya?"

A gasp passed like an earthquake through every animate person in the chamber.

"Oooooh," said Momo, smacking her fist into her palm. "Dat's what was missing."

Before anyone else could speak, the Queen whipped her pointer back out of her cleavage and turned it on the maids by the far wall. Pink light shot from its tip.

Robin saw Fumi, Kana, and the others cry out as the pink light overcame them, their faces contorting in fear. Then their bodies began to swell, limbs retracting as they turned colorful and sleek. A handful more seconds, and each had become a colored balloon, styled with her own horrified face. Robin watched as Aka plucked Fumi's new form from the air and gave it a playful squeeze.

As the catgirls laughed, the Queen gave a little sigh, slipped her pen back into her bust, and stepped forward to take her seat at the end of the ballroom's largest table, right in front of the window. With the blue planet riding her shoulders, she looked terrifying.

Momo, meanwhile, was looking at her non-existent watch again. "Uh oh," she said. "It's almost time!" She waved her arms in panic. "Quick! Everybody hide!"

The bell rang once more.

As one, the catgirls fled their seats (except Panchira, Loli, and the Queen, who remained where they were, looking annoyed, bored, and apathetic, respectively) and took up their hiding spots around the ballroom. Bizarre as this was, Robin thought as she watched, it was even more bizarre to see how inept the catgirls were at it. Most were simply standing to the sides, and some were only covering their eyes.

The door slipped open, and a blue-haired catgirl in a frilly black dress stuck her head through the opening. "Hey, does anyone knyow where my toothbrush wen--OMIGOSH HOW LONG HAVE I HAD A BALLROOM, NYA?!"

All together, every catgirl leapt from her hiding place (or dropped her hands...), raised her arms in the air, and yelled: "Supwise! Happy Hatchday, Ao!"

"Oh wow," said Ao, looking close to tears. She sniffed. "Nyou guys... Nyou got me a ballroom?!"

The catgirls shared a look of confusion.

"We got nyou a planet, Ao," said Momo, pointing the blue world through the window.

Ao stared blankly, as if noticing it for the first time. "Wow!" she cried at last. "Dat's even better than a ballroom!"

As Ao sniffled in joy, the others led her to the free end of the largest table, where she took her seat opposite the Queen.

"Nyow," said Momo, "it's time for the--"

"FOOD," yelled Taberu, bashing her knife and fork against the table. Her eyes were wild with hunger.

"Ugh," said Panchira, wrinkling her nose, "someone feed her before she eats the table, nya."

Momo clapped her hands, and the remaining maids shot forward. In silence, they set about grabbing plates and serving food. There was no logical order to what they served--sandwiches and cakes went next to one another, and even on the same plate. Not that the catgirls seemed to mind. No sooner had the food been placed than they gobbled it down without complaint. Taberu in particular swallowed plate after plate, and even grabbed and devoured one of the poor maids serving her.

Robin, meanwhile, was left to watch in silence as the carnage unfolded. She knew that they could come for her at any time. Even as she looked on, the bakers turned muffins were served on a tray, and the catgirls all around eagerly snatched them up and stuffed them down their throats.

As she watched, another maid grabbed the former prom queen and hauled her over to the table. The schoolgirl was placed in front of Momo, who wiggled out the candles before picking up a fork and stabbing it straight into one of the poor cake's boobs. As the catgirl lifted the chunk of fluffy breast into her mouth and began to chew it, Robin winced mentally. She might not have had many reasons to like the prom queen, but she wouldn't wish their fate upon anybody.

While Momo was taking apart the prissy schoolgirl, shoveling forkfull after forkfull of former-woman into her mouth, a group of maids picked up the chubby baker and put her pregnant body on the table. The Bakeneko seemed to find her especially amusing, as they all started giggling when she was placed before Chonyu. If the busty catgirl Countess felt any kinship with the equally buxom treat in front of her, she didn't show it. No soon had the baker been placed than Chonyu began scooping up chunks of the sponge and cream that the woman's bust had become and stuffing it straight into her mouth. Crumbs and cream went everywhere, with more than a little falling into her cleavage, where it was promptly sucked in. The catgirl Shiri, meanwhile, glanced suspiciously around before scooping out a chunk of the cake girl's swollen butt for herself.

Meanwhile, Robin watched as another maid grabbed the skinny redhead and set her down before Kinbaku. The catgirl ran a hand across the cake-girl's nipples, teasing it playfully, before plucking one of strawberries from her mouth and plopping it into her own. Rolling the berry on her tongue, she scooped up one of the cake-girl's chocolate coated boobs in her hand. Half she ate herself, licking the nipple playfully, while the rest she threw on the floor to be eaten by her dog-girl pets.

In the meantime, another group of maids had picked up the lovers-turned-wedding cake and carried it to the far end of the table, where Queen Hentai was sitting with her closest friends. As Taberu and Yuri devoured the cake's lower levels, the Queen stood and reached delicately for the sugar figurines at the top. Holding one of the shrunken brides in each hand, she brought them close to her face and opened her mouth. Sticking out her pointy tongue, she sent it to wrap snake-like around one of the brides, before pulling her straight between her lips. She crunched, chewing the one bride to pieces, while holding the other so they could see everything that was happening to her lover.

At last, the Queen swallowed.

And then, without a pause, she crushed the second bride between her hands. She pressed them together for several seconds, until there was nothing left but dust, then turned and wiped it onto the floor.

Robin would have shaken if she could.

As she watched in mounting horror as the scene unfolding before her, knowing as the maids zipped about that anyone of them could pick her as the catgirls' next course, she began to realise something strange. The blue-haired catgirl, Ao, the one this entire perverted party was for, had barely eaten anything.

A second later, she realised why.

"Nyokay, evewynyone," said Momo, swallowing the last of the baker-muffins with a loud gulp, "it's time for the Hatchday Cake, nya!"

Hatchday Cake? Robin thought with daunting terror as she saw the room turn to face her. You can't mean--No no no no!

As she screamed in her head, a maid appeared beside her and lifted her up. She was carried to the table, the Bakeneko's eyes on her all the while (Taberu's looked particularly menacing) and laid carefully in front of Ao. The blue-haired catgirl's own eyes were filled with delight as she took in the sight of Robin.

"Make a wish, nya!" said Momo.

Ao stopped and raised a finger to her lips. "I wish for..." she trailed into silence, took a deep breath, and blew out Robin's two candles.

"Well," asked Momo, "what did nyou wish for?"

"I wished for a cake!" cried Ao.

The others looked at her blankly.

"...And my wish came true!"

"...Nyokay, that works," said Momo, rolling her eyes. She reached forward and plucked the two candles from Robin's nipples, sending a quake of pleasure through the cake-girl's body as she wiggled them free. Then, reaching for a knife, she leant forward and raised it delicately.

No, thought Robin, as the blade approached. No, please don't--

The point of the knife touched the center of her body, right between her icing-formed boobs and chin. Slowly, Momo lowered it, cutting a line between through one of Robin's boobs. Lifting it, she did the same on the other side, taking all of Robin's cleavage and both of her nipples in a single slice of cake. With caution, she levered it out.

Robin, meanwhile, was lost in the pleasure of it. There was no pain, no pain at all. Instead, it felt like she someone had taken an the spikiest dildo they could find and plunged as far into her pussy as they could. Her body was on fire.

She could still feel the slice as Momo carried it over to Ao's plate. She could still feel it, even as the catgirl raised her fork and stabbed it again.

As Ao stuffed a piece of the slice into her mouth, Robin felt it melting on the catgirl's tongue. It felt like her nipple, like someone was teasing it from every angle. She wanted to explode in orgasm.

The pleasure didn't fade, even as Ao finished her slice and went for another. Even as Momo took a slice of her own, then Aka, then Midori, and all the others. Robin felt everything they took, felt every bite as it melted in their mouths. Every piece made the pleasure a thousand times more intense, even as her mushed up sponge settled in their stomachs.

At last, there was only one slice left. It was Ao who claimed it, raising it whole to her mouth. Robin's ecstasy was so intense that she barely recognised the shape of lips before her, or the white of teeth as they opened.

"Mmm," said Ao, a macaroon in one hand and all that remained of Robin in the other. "Nyou're gonna look gweat on my hips, nya."

She opened wide.

Robin screamed in her mind as the darkness encompassed her. For several instants, the single piece that remained of her body rested on Ao's tongue. Then the catgirl's teeth came crashing down, crushing and mashing her until she was little more than a thin mush of sponge and icing.

A tremor passed through the door, and Robin felt her pieces falling back into darkness once more. She was pressed through a tight tunnel and pulled onward down it, emerging as a paste from the ceiling of a fleshy room. She landed by a sea of half-digested food, of her own pieces and those of everything else Ao had eaten.

As she stewed in the broth of Ao's stomach, mind turning over itself in witless panic and fear, a strange rumbling ripped through the chamber. Robin tried to cry out as Ao's belly filled with a gauzy pink light. Its glare brought her to the brink of her orgasm once again, and as the light grew so did her pleasure, until at last, her vision filled with pink, she passed out.

*

Robin awoke to the feeling of someone fondling her body.

Nuh--no! she cried out, trying to turn over in her sleep. But no matter how hard she wanted to, her body refused to move.

Looking around, she saw nothing but a soft blue material--between that and her unmoving body, it felt as though she were wrapped in the tightest, most comfiest bed quilt ever. She tried to shake herself free, but succeeded only in sending a shiver through her body. It felt strangely pleasurable.

"Ooh, she's awake," someone said. "I saw her jiggle."

The sound snapped Robin to attention. Jiggle? she thought, trying and failing to move again. Wha--where am I?

She tried to move an arm and realised she couldn't feel one. In fact, she couldn't feel anything familiar--where her arms and legs and torso and hips should be, she felt only two roundish orbs, bound tightly by the blue material.

"Let me have a look, nya," said someone else.

Robin felt motion, as though she were being spun around.

Then, the blue fabric was pulled away, leaving Robin cold and naked. In a flash of light, she could see again.

She found herself starring into the face of a pink-haired catgirl, who was leaning over to examine her. "Wow, Ao," said the catgirl, raising a finger, "she made nyour butt so big."

B-butt?! Robin spluttered.

Then the catgirl poked her, and Robin felt a tremor of pleasure pass through her new form. Giggling, the catgirl cupped both her cheeks and shook them up and down, sending Robin's mind into a whirligig of ecstasy.

"Momo, stop it...," whined Ao, dancing skittishly away. She pulled her panties back up, leaving Robin bound and blinded once again.

The catgirls giggled, and Robin felt herself bouncing. The core of her in Ao, and all the rest of her little pieces, spread among the Bakeneko's boobs and butts and thighs. It brought her all the way to the edge and straight over it.

"Happy Hatchday!" Momo cried. "Nyow, let's move on to da presents!"