The Cake is (not) a LIE - Cake TF
Tags: Inanimate, Portal, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Squishy, Food TF
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Test chamber after test chamber after test chamber. Chell had lost count somewhere around the hundredth one. The sterile white walls of Aperture Science had become her entire world, an endless maze of puzzles and platforms and that maddening robotic voice that never stopped talking. But the hints kept her going. Messages scrawled on walls. Promises whispered through speakers. A reward waiting at the end of all this suffering "Cake". Delicious, moist chocolate cake. GLaDOS mentioned it constantly. A celebration for completing the testing. Something sweet after so much bitter struggle. Today, Chell found a door she had never seen before. It was hidden behind a collapsed panel in Test Chamber 19, the metal rusted and aged in ways the main facility never showed. She squeezed through the gap, portal gun clutched against her chest, long fall boots clicking on deteriorating flooring. The corridor beyond was dar, grimy and forgotten. She followed it deeper into the bowels of the facility, past pipes that dripped unknown fluids, past walls covered in desperate graffiti from previous test subjects. The messages grew more frantic the further she went. "THE CAKE IS A LIE THE CAKE IS A LIE THE CAKE IS A LIE" Then she found the room. Circular, like so many of Aperture's chambers. But this one had no puzzles. No platforms. No deadly obstacles. Just a single large white plate sitting in the center of the floor, easily five feet in diameter, it was fully empty. A small tag lay on the plate's surface. Chell approached slowly, boots echoing in the silence. She picked up the tag and read the words she had seen a hundred times already. "THE CAKE IS A LIE" Disappointment crashed through her. Of course. Of course it was another trick. Another manipulation to keep her testing, keep her hoping, keep her... The door slammed shut behind her. Locks engaged with heavy mechanical thuds. The familiar hum of GLaDOS's systems filled the room. "Hello again." That voice. That horrible, wonderful, insane voice. "You found my little room. I knew you would eventually. Humans are so delightfully predictable in their desires." Chell backed toward the wall, portal gun raised. But the walls here were black, unpaintable. No escape. "I have been wanting to conduct a new experiment for quite some time. You see, I promised you cake and I always keep my promises." Vents opened in the ceiling. Pink gas began flooding the room, thick and sweet-smelling, filling Chell's lungs before she could even think to hold her breath. It tasted like chocolate. The gas was warm going down, coating her throat, seeping into her chest. She coughed, tried to exhale it, but more kept coming. Every breath drew more of the substance deeper into her body. Then the tingling started. 'What... what is happening to me?!' Her feet felt strange. Heavy and soft at the same time. She looked down and saw her long fall boots standing empty beside her, her legs having somehow slipped out of them. But her legs were not legs anymore. They were brown. Cake-colored brown. Soft and spongy and collapsing under their own weight as the bone and muscle converted to baked confection.'I'm... I'm melting... no, not melting... I'm becoming...' The transformation crawled upward with terrifying speed. Her thighs lost their shape, merging together into a single mass of chocolate cake. The texture was unmistakable now, that particular crumb structure of moist batter that had been baked to perfection. She could smell herself. Rich, dark chocolate. Butter and cocoa and sugar. The scent filled her nostrils even as her nostrils began to change, her face starting its own conversion. Her torso collapsed next. The orange jumpsuit she had worn for so long simply fell away as her body lost human proportions. Her waist, her belly, her chest, all of it becoming dense chocolate cake that settled onto the white plate beneath her. 'I can feel everything. I can feel how soft I am. How EDIBLE I am.' Her arms went limp and drooped, becoming shapeless extensions of chocolate that merged with the main body of the cake. Her fingers disappeared entirely, absorbed into the mass. She could not move them anymore, could not move anything anymore. Her breasts became decorative bumps on the cake's surface. Her ass, what had been her ass, was now just the curved bottom of a layered dessert. Every part of her that had been distinctly human was vanishing into confection. Only her head remained somewhat recognizable. Chell felt her neck shortening, her shoulders rising to meet her ears, everything compressing and simplifying. Her face stayed human, brown skin now matching the chocolate cake beneath it, but even that was softening. Her features were becoming decoration rather than anatomy. Her hair remained, brown curls now looking like chocolate shavings against the surface of the cake. And then something pressed into the top of her head. 'AHHHN!' A candle. A single white birthday candle, pushed into her scalp, becoming part of her, r
