May 25th: Lobes are a Many Splendored Thing

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:28 pm

The conveyor belt moved on, and a wrapper was quickly applied, tightening around her, putting her in blackness for a moment, as what felt like ANOTHER crane picked the whole package up, sending it moving quickly across the factory floor.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:46 pm

Rachel braced herself, hoping that she'd be able to get out of wherever she was being sent.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:57 pm

It felt like she was being shunted through a whole bunch of pneumatic tubes...because that's exactly what she was doing, hey.

After what felt like AGES, she fell, cushioned by her packaging and snacky outer layer, onto something.

"Alright, take five, everyone, snack time," Will's loud voice said, and the packaging was opened.

She was in....well, how to put this delicately. In front of her was a, to her perspective, absolutely massive, gigantic Will Stanton, wearing nothing but what she was born in, if she had happened to be born as a lady girl. Around her were tons...maybe literally forty or fifty other naked sweaty people--Saras and Simons and Bears and Rachels, and Nightcrawlers and Sams, actually, seen here for the first time, gathered round to see what the treat was. Despite actually having real men and women there, it was a real mix--there were female Simons and male Rachels, for example--and they all gathered round to see what the treat was for today.

The room itself was almost something out of a '70s porn flick--shag carpeting, wooden panels on the wall, the works. Cabinets lined the wall, some of them open and spilling their contents all over the place, others waiting patiently for interaction.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:17 am

"Where am I?" Rachel said, spitting out a mouthful of strawberry filling.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:22 am

"'Rachel-brand snackcakes.' Ah, the red-hair must be the sign of the flavor," the Giant Will laughed, taking said strawberry filling on one finger and sucking it up. "Mmm...a unique flavor, I think..." she leered down.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:27 am

"Ok, seriously" Rachel said, starting to struggle her way free. "Where am I?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:28 am

A male Rachel picked the snack-cake up. "In paradise, honey," he said in a low baritone, taking a bite from snack cake (and only snack cake) in the rear of the pastry.

Bad 70's dialogue, too, apparently.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:42 am

"Let me guess, this is Will's libido, right?" Rachel said, managing to sit up.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:44 am

"Got it in one," a girl Bear laughed, grabbing Rachel and running a finger over her, picking up some of the marshmello fluff.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:53 am

Rachel squirmed uncomfortably. Which might have something to do with the memories that Bear removing sticky and sweet substances from her body conjured up. It might also have something to do with the sudden realization that if it were happening here, that Will might have had similar thoughts......... "Could you set me down, please?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:54 am

"What the lady asks for," she grinned, tossing her into the lap of a very naked and very male Will.

"So, I hear you've been naughty," he leered down at her.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:06 am

"Maybeeee." Rachel said, resizing herself to normal shape. And reminding herself that brainsex was still sex. Which would be cheating. Which would be wrong,

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:11 am

The will in front of her grinned as she grew up on his lap. "Well, you'd better hide in here, then--we don't like naughty people out there, do we"?

"Of course not," her own voice came from behind her, as a version of her draped herself over her back, pressing her forward. "Not one little tiny bit," she continued, nibbling on Rachel's ear.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:18 am

"I think I should be going." Rachel said squirming away. And not even slightly thinking about what it'd be like to.......no, not going there.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:19 am

"No, I think you should be coming," Sara grinned, hopping on top of the now growing pile.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:24 am

"I don't think that Will's wife would approve." Rachel said, trying to find a direction to go that wouldn't move her towards a naked body.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:28 am

Such a direction didn't seem to exist.

"Will's wife never needs to know," a Sam said, putting a finger to Rachel's lips. "Tell me, are you strawberry flavored everywhere?"

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:31 am

"My boyfriend wouldn't approve." Rachel said, removing Sam's hand from her face "Neither would my girlfriend.....speaking of that......Where is Ryan?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:32 am

"You need Ryan? We can give you a Ryan," Sam said, beginning to shift, including wings.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:41 am

"No." Rachel said "I have a Ryan. I was just wondering why he isn't...here anymore."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:42 am

"He's no longer an angel. Those sexy, sexy wings," Will said, smiling.

Everyone else kind of nodded, distracted.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:46 am

"I can't believe you're that shallow." Rachel said, disgustedly.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:48 am

"Oh, we're not shallow at all...come and play and see," a girl Nightcrawler teased.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:57 am

"Sorry." Rachel said, "Thanks but no....is that a rack? Seriously." she said, eyes bugging a bit at what was going on in a corner.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:58 am

"It is indeed. You want a spin?" he grinned.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:04 am

"No thank you." Rachel said "I draw the line at using the whole chicken, thanks."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:06 am

"Pity. I never took you for a prude," Will grinned, spouting feathers of his own.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:13 am

"I'm not, I'm just comfortable with my limits." Rachel said, "Which seem to be.....narrower than yours...."she looked away, from a corner where a Sara was encouraging Will to be the perfect....yeah...anyway.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:15 am

"Then let us broaden your mind," a male Rachel said from behind, slipping his hand down low.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:31 am

"Its been tried." Rachel said "I don't get off on that. Sorry. But I bet she'd like it." she added, pointing to a Sam who was looking rather....needy.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:32 am

"Hrm?" he said, looking away for just a moment.

by **Amanda Weinrich** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:37 am

Once he was distracted, Rachel dashed through a door, quickly slamming it shut behind her.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:41 am

That door, comically, led over an open pit, of course.

Like Wile E. Coyote, it took Rachel a second, before she fell and fell--a good fifteen stories, she would guess, if she wasn't panicking from the fall, before she landed, without harm, in what appeared to be a giant mixing bowl, and yet another big pile of chocolate--surely, it couldn't be another twinky-ing? Will wouldn't be so monotonous?

A giant rubber paddle started swirling the sides of the bowl, and more ingrediants were dumped in--huge pats of butter, a bunch of white powder--sugar, salt, and flour. A ton of giant chopped walnut pieces also came in, as big as Rachel, to give her a sense of scale. Vanilla extract was poured down, getting all over her, and some eggs were cracked in, too, one yolk landing right on top of her.

And there was some kind of green herb added, too...mint? No, not mint, this was...this was too familiar in another sense. Something from Bear's farm....oh my.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:45 am

"Oh, no." Rachel said "I do not want to see the part of Will's brain that eats pot brownies." she started to make herself bigger, trying to find a way out.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:46 am

That got her a nice whack from the mixing spatula, which pushed her deep, deep down to the bottom of the bowl.

A second one came in, too, trying to squash her down, and alarmingly, seeming to succeed at first...and at second, and at third, before scooping her up as the massive heaters came on---again, something that would be highly uncomfortable, even painful if it weren't for the mind over matter.

However, perhaps the pot in the mixture might ease her pain as she was mixed around.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:59 am

Rachel tried, and failed to grab onto the spatula and pull herself out.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:01 am

It kept heating up more and more, and solidifying, baking her pretty solidly into the brownie, just another walnut in the mix. Her face and part of her torso was partially sticking out of the top as the thing moved out on a conveyer belt, and more of those squirt things hovered over--this time, rather than fill Rachel with frosting, it COATED her, and the rest of the brownies, with a nice vanilla glaze, frosting the entire thing--before large circular saws came down, cutting the thing into equal pieces, just missing cutting Rachel's head off!

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:01 am

Rachel kept telling herself that this wasn't real, that it was a metaphor that it wouldn't hurt, couldn't hurt her and so managed to stave off either serious injury to her mental avatar or going into a blind panic.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:02 am

Finally, a plastic wrap was wrapped around and around the brownies, and they were sent down the pneumatic tubes, splitting off to be sent who knows where!

A couple of the other pieces stuck with Rachel, though, as they shot through the factory at high speed.

((Aaaaaaaaaaand...))

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