Cooking Mistake - Pudding TF
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The Squishy condition was rare but well-documented and studied. Those affected could temporarily alter their physical state, melting, compressing, and even combining with other substances before eventually reforming. Matilda had managed hers with medication throughout raising her children, ensuring they wouldn't inherit the condition. At 43, Matilda cut a striking figure - her long purple hair cascading down her back, matching eyes that held a gentle warmth, and a generously curved figure that had only grown more pronounced after three children. Now that Maurice, Enzo, and Melina were all grown up and adults, she'd finally stopped taking the suppression drugs. Maurice trudged down to the kitchen, stomach growling. Mom's famous banana pudding would hit the spot. She'd made a fresh batch earlier. The kitchen smelled sweet and warm as he pulled one of the glass dessert bowls from the fridge. He got it from the glass onto a plate and set it on the table, reaching for a spoon. When did the pudding quivered? Maurice froze as the creamy surface rippled again, forming what looked like... a face. "M-Maurice?" The pudding spoke in his mother's voice, the surface rippling with each word. "Sweetie, don't be alarmed..." "Mom?!" He stared at the gently wobbling dessert. "What... how...?" Matilda's features became more distinct in the creamy surface, her purple eyes and matching long hair somehow visible in swirls of pudding. Each tiny movement made her entire form jiggle sensually. "Oh!" she gasped as the spoon's vibrations traveled through her sensitive form. "Sorry, I'm... very sensitive like this." A deeper purple blush spread through part of the pudding. "Mom, what happened? How did you... become pudding?" "Well..." Matilda began, her pudding form quivering sensually. "I was in the kitchen making the usual big batch. The bananas were perfectly ripe, the mixture was heating... you know how I stopped taking those awful pills since your kids are grown and healthy..." She paused, rippling at the memory. "I had the mixer running, and everything was normal at first. The heat from the cooking mixture made me feel a bit... sensitive. Being a squishy means warmth affects us strongly. I looked away just for a moment to check the recipe..." Her voice grew breathier, the pudding surface trembling. "The mixer caught my fingertips first. It was just a tiny tug, but the heat had already made me so soft... so malleable. My fingers started melting, being pulled into the spinning blades. It should have hurt, but instead, it felt intense... incredible..." Maurice watched his mother's pudding form shudder with obvious pleasure at the memory. "My hand was next - the warmth and spinning motion broke down my resistance completely. I felt myself being drawn in, compressed and blended. Each rotation sent waves of sensation through what remained of my solid form. My arm stretched and swirled into ribbons of purple-tinted cream..." She quivered more intensely. "I tried to pull back but the heat... the spinning... my whole body was softening. I felt my breasts melting, mixing with the pudding base. My nipples were so sensitive as they dissolved... Every spin spread me thinner and distributed me more thoroughly through the mixture. My clothes just slipped away as my form liquified..." "The pleasure was overwhelming... feeling myself become so fluid, so thoroughly blended. My consciousness spread through the entire batch as my face and head were finally drawn in. I tried to call out, but my mouth was already part of the creamy swirls..." She paused, rippling with obvious arousal. "Being mixed was... indescribable. Feeling myself become one with the warm, sweet pudding... every molecule of my being stirred and combined... I was everywhere and nowhere, just waves of sensation..." "Then Melina came in," Maurice said, fascinated by his mother's intimate confession. "Yes... she finished portioning me out while I was still... adjusting to my new state. I was too thoroughly blended to communicate. And then..." she paused, her purple blush deepening through the pudding, "you all ate some of me earlier. Feeling parts of myself being... consumed... it was surprisingly pleasurable..." "Wait, we ATE you?!" Maurice exclaimed, poking the pudding with his spoon. "Mmmh!" Matilda's form trembled with obvious delight. "Y-yes... each spoonful sent tingles through my entire being. But it will take about a week to fully restore those parts of myself now." Maurice grinned mischievously, twirling his spoon. "So... can I still eat this pudding then?" "Maurice!" His mother's pudding form wobbled with embarrassment and poorly concealed arousal. "I... I suppose... if you want to... it does feel rather... nice... Just... be gentle?"
