Experiment Gone Wrong - Cookie TF
Tags: Inanimate, Object TF, Caption, Breast expansion, Scientist, Forced, Food TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Experiment Gone Wrong - Cookie TF(Collab with @Fungip )The lab smelled like chemicals and cold coffee. Michelle Moo…
(Collab with @Fungip ) The lab smelled like chemicals and cold coffee. Michelle Moore adjusted her glasses and smoothed down her white lab coat, checking that the webcam on her notebook was angled right. Underneath the coat, she wore only her favorite cotton lingerie set, a cream colored bra and matching panties, but of course, it was out of frame. She always worked in minimal clothing when alone. Easier to move, think and it's just more comfy. She hit record. "I am Professor Michelle Moore," she said to the camera with a grin. "A bright young twenty-seven year old genius and totally available, by the way." She winked. "Okay. Experiment number ninety-one. I have tinkered with the cookiefy formula again. The goal remains the same. Turn any biological material into a cookie alternative. Why? Because millions of children around the world cannot enjoy cookies due to allergies and dietary restrictions. With this solution, we could transform plants or even animals into a safe, edible cookie-like material. It will be revolutionary! Don't forget to check my documentation for the full breakdown." She held up the flask. The liquid inside was warm against her palm, a deep brown color that swirled with darker currents. It smelled faintly sweet. Like melted chocolate and brown sugar. On the table sat a plate with a raw steak on it. "Today we test on meat tissue," Michelle said. She tilted the flask and let three drops fall onto the steak. The change was instant. The red flesh bubbled and shifted. The color went from bloody pink to golden brown. The texture softened and puffed slightly. Within seconds, the steak had become something else entirely. A flat, cookie shaped mass that smelled like fresh baking. Michelle leaned in, excited. "Conversion successful. Now for the critical part. Texture analysis." She poked it with her finger. It was too soft, just like the cookies from Subway. Doughy and undercooked in the middle. "Dammit!" She slammed her hand on the table. "The texture is off again! I need it firmer. Crispier at the edges and fully hard inside. This is useless!" Her hand moved too fast and the flask tipped. Brown liquid splashed across her chest and dripped down between her breasts. Michelle froze in shock, looking down. "Shit," she whispered. "Shit, shit, shit." The warm liquid soaked into her skin instantly. For a moment nothing happened. Then she felt it. A tingling feeling spreading warmth that started right at her cleavage and pushed outward. Her bra felt tight. She looked down and watched her breasts swell slightly, the skin changing color from her natural tan to a lighter, golden brown. Dark spots appeared. Chocolate chips, embedded in her flesh like they had always been there. "Oh no," she breathed. "No no no." She grabbed her breasts through the bra... they felt different, way softer and dougy. When she squeezed, they gave way like bread rising under her fingers. But she could still feel the pressure. Every nerve ending still worked. "I can feel them," she said out loud, her voice shaking. "I can still feel them." The cotton bra changed next. The white fabric darkened and melted against her new cookie flesh, transforming into a thin layer of chocolate fabric that clung to her nipples like frosting. Michelle moaned as it settled, the sensation strange and wonderful at the same time. "Ahhhhhn~" She pulled at her nipple and watched the chocolate stretch. It was part of her now and looked like some decoration put on a fancy cookie. The transformation spread down her stomach. She felt her insides shift and compress. Organs she had spent years studying in medical textbooks were now melting together, sealing into a single solid mass of cookie dough. Her belly button became a shallow indent in smooth, spotted flesh. She pressed her hand against her stomach and felt no pulse, no breathing, no internal movement at all. 'I am becoming solid,' she thought. 'Cookies do not have organs. I am becoming a cookie.' The warmth reached her hips. Her panties began to change, the cotton darkening into chocolate just like the bra. Michelle yanked them down and looked between her legs. Her pussy was still there, but different. The lips had become ridged cookie flesh with chocolate detailing. When she touched herself, she felt the heat of arousal, but the texture under her fingers was strange it was soft and pliable like decorated pastry. "Mmmmph~" She rubbed herself and felt the pleasure spike hard. "Oh god. Oh fuck. I can still feel. I can still..." Her clit was a little nub of darker chocolate. When she flicked it, she cried out, her back arching. "AHHHHH!" The transformation continued. Her legs went next, the muscle and bone softening into dough, the skin taking on that golden brown color with scattered chocolate chips. Her toes became rounded little cookie bumps. She could still wiggle them, still control them, but they felt lighter. Her arms followed. She watched her fingers become soft and thick, the nails disappearing en
