BetterBelly

Content Warning: Food/Candy Transformation      Mary stood at the back of the tour group, trying to see over the heads of the people in front of her. Since she was shorter than most of her classmates (she was one of only three freshmen in her class) it was a little difficult. At least the tour guide was good at projecting her voice.     "...And this area is where all of our ingredients are stored after delivery. That big door on the far wall is our refrigerator for solids like butter; those hoppers hold our dry ingredients, such as sugar, flour, and some of our dyes and flavors; those small tanks on the far wall hold the liquid dyes and fl

Content Warning: Transformation, Flattening, Nonsexual Vore      "I'm home!" Tracy yelled as she closed the door behind her. No response. She peeked into her brother's room. "Hellooo?"      Danny looked up from his desk for a moment, irritated. "I'm studying, okay?"      Tracy turned up her nose with exaggerated haughtiness. "Well, excuse me. I was just going to ask if you wanted me to make something for dinner, or if you'd prefer to scavenge from the deep, dark depths of the fridge."      The 12-year-old looked up again - this time with much more interest. "Are there any pancakes left?"      "Pancakes? For dinner?" Tracy covered her mo

(Warning: Contains Inflation/Stuffing)     I strolled through the mall, gazing at the festive window displays. I was surrounded by the sights and sounds of the holidays. And -- I took a deep breath -- the smell. Mmm! Where was that coming from? I wandered around, following my nose. I found the source tucked in a corner & hidden behind a small forest of fake Christmas trees. A small table had been set up with a red tablecloth dusted with paper snowflakes... and a giant plate of enormous, big-as-your-hand brownies.     There was a little sign next to the plate with words written in a fancy script. It said: Fresh-Baked Brownies (Take One)