Contains: Bondage, Amputation (No Gore), Breast Expansion, Lactation, Giantess Growth, Slimegirl Transformation, and Identity Death
She couldn’t believe how lucky she was! Mystica held up a peace sign and took a selfie in front of the Pudzine headquarters building. Her fans were going to love this! Her fingers worked the screen of her phone, opening up her blogging app and attaching the selfie, ‘Quick Update! I was invited to my favorite pudding brand's HQ to discuss something for all my lovelies!’ She posted the page to her blog and made her way into the building.
It was nothing like she imagined! She expected a large and boring office building and to be given a tour of your trade of the mill food production factories but instead she was greeted by a pristine and modern building with people bustling about the lobbies and upper floors. This wasn’t just Pudzine’s headquarters but where they concocted their new flavors, managed their marketing, and now negotiated collaboration deals. “Oh my god, this is so cool!”
“Not what you were expecting Ms. Mystica?” She turned around as she heard a voice she had only talked to on the phone, finally putting a face to the name Chris Herman. He was a tall, pale man with short brown hair which was kept in place with copious amounts of hair gel. He wore a pair of black pants, slick black shoes which looked practically fresh out of the box, and an off-maroon suit the same color as Pudzine’s logo.
“Mr. Herman! No, this isn’t what I was expecting at all! This place is so nice!” She reached out and shook Chris’s hand. “It’s a pleasure meeting you in person finally. It’s been, what, seven or so months?”
Chris chuckled, “It’s a pleasure meeting you in person as well ma’am. And I believe it’s been eight and a half months.”
“Eight and a half?! Man, I’ve been giddy about this since you reached out to me!” Mystica retracted her hand and bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. “I practically eat your guys pudding everyday!”
“And that’s exactly why I pushed so hard to reach out to you. Do you mind if we walk and talk?”
“That’s no problem at all!” And so Mystica followed Mr. Herman through the building, discussing in a bit more detail about what it took for the higher ups at Pudzine to consider such a collaboration and stopping every now and then to give tours of locations they passed. Chris told Mystica that the biggest factor for Pudzine’s change of heart was that, despite being a rather lucrative and large company for simply selling pudding products, they were seeing a downward trend in sales due to newer generations not purchasing their product. They found that younger people tended to follow trends and preferred consuming media produced by somebody they perceived as more akin to them rather than the TV stars of the past. And this is where Mystica came in, Chris pushed hard for the company to collaborate with Mystica as her community joked about her intake of Pudzine Pudding and that this was the best way for them to breach into the younger market.
The sporadic tour inspired parts of their walk were also rather interesting. Mystica expected to either be shown various offices and departments or small testing kitchens but what she got was much different. Yes they did have various sprawling offices but the primary thing she noticed as she followed Mr. Herman was the numerous testing facilities and labs that seemed to be trying out different chemical compounds. Apparently rather than starting with a cooking process Pudzine instead made a large selection of flavors made from organic compounds. The size and dedication of their scientist was truly awe inspiring!
“Here we are Ms. Mystica!” Chris stopped in front of an imposing metal door which had ‘Negotiation Office’ written on it in that same Pudzine off-maroon color. He pressed his keycard against a reader mounted to the wall, causing the door to hiss open. Sitting down at the opposite end of the room, behind a long oak desk was a middle-aged woman wearing a labcoat. “This is Dr. Patricia Güntman, our lead scientist and director of flavoring.”
“It’s nice to meet you Dr. Güntman!” Mystica entered the room and sat down into a chair that Chris had pulled out for her.
“Same to you, Ms. Mystica.” Dr. Güntman, despite her rather obvious German name, spoke in perfect english. “As Mr. Herman has already told you the board has already greenlit this collaboration with you hopefully being our flagship launch of this project. The only thing we need to do before discussing the specifics of your pudding line is to have you sign a contract.”
“Oh, I can surely do that!” Dr. Güntman handed a thick packet of papers over to Chris which he walked back over to Mysica, handing them off to her.
“We just need to assure we are legally allowed to use your likeness for advertising on ads and the products labels. On the back sheet it outlines what percentage you will make off of the sales as well as an upfront sum as a sign of good faith.”
Mystica trembled in excitement. She had waited seven- no, eight and a half months for this and she was just a signature away from one of her dreams becoming a reality. She flipped to the last page the contract, she’d be getting a quarter of a million upfront as well as 15% off any sales. Pen in her hand, hands trembling, she scrawled her signature at the bottom of the page.
“I see somebody is excited!” Dr. Güntman exclaimed as she watched the streamer girl sign the contract. She sat at her end of the table for a moment, pondering in silence. “You know what? Instead of discussing the details of everything in this stuffy room why don’t we go down to my lab? I can give you a tour and we could even let you sample some flavors if you’d like! Do we have time for that Mr. Herman?”
“I don’t know Dr. Güntman. I highly doubt that Mystica can take so much time out of her busy day for that.”
“Wait!” Mystica blurted out, her trembling had turned into an almost childish excitement. “I can clear some time! This is a lifelong dream. Of course I’d love to see your lab!”
Mystica was escorted further into the building, following behind Mr. Herman and Dr. Güntman. As they traveled down the hallways the bustling office spaces were replaced with more and more labs, traveling through multiple steel doors which required key cards as the labs turned from sterile rooms of beakers and mixers to rooms of vats and complex machines. “Let me grab the door.” Dr. Güntman stopped in front of a lab door with her name on it. Unlike the other labs hers lacked any windows, giving her some privacy the other labs lacked. The key card reader beeped and flashed a green light as gears began to grind. Unlike the other locked doors, Dr. Güntman’s lab door was made up of three layered alloy doors which slipped open one by one.
Mystica’s eyes went wide as the last door slid open and exposed the inside of Dr. Güntman’s laboratory. It was a large room which was mostly empty in the middle. Along the back wall there was a glass cylindrical tube attached to a large machine with multiple panels and wires. Scattered across the room were multiple tables covered with bits and pieces of scrap metal among partially completed machines. There were various cabinets full of labeled chemicals along with an average fridge which looked odd next to all the scientific supplies. “Woah! This lab is huge! What do you do in here?”
“This is where I do my work.” Dr. Güntman chuckled. “I was brought into the company for my knowledge on bio-tech engineering.”
“Bio-tech engineering? Isn’t that a bit of overkill for a pudding company?” Mystica turned to Dr. Güntman. “No offense.”
“You said it was up and running, right Dr. Güntman?” Chris pushed a button on the wall as he walked into the lab, closing the multi-layered doors shut behind him.
“It is up and running.” Dr. Güntman pointed at the large machine with the cylindrical tube attached in the middle of it. “You see that Ms. Mystica? That machine can take any organic input and be changed on a molecular level into pudding which retains whatever properties we desire. Come on!” She began making her way over to the machine, waving for Mystica and Mr. Herman to follow her. As she walked she procured a honeydew from one of the tables and set it inside the machine. The honeydew was comically small for the machine but Mystica just assumed that it was designed to be used on an industrial level rather than one at a time. “Now watch this miracle of bio-engineering!” She flipped a switch and Mystica watched through the glass as the honeydew began melting, slowly becoming less opaque until she could clearly see the green innards of the melon through the pale skin. This continued for a while as the machine hummed with electricity. The melon eventually sank into one homogenous pile of transparent goo before suddenly springing back to its original shape. It’s new pudding form jiggling and wobbling as the sudden reformation lurched it upwards.
“Woah, that’s amazing!” Mystica was bewildered as Dr. Güntman opened the machine and grabbed the honeydew pudding from the tube. “Can I?”
“Of course!” Dr. Güntman plucked a chunk from the gelatinous melon and handed it to Mystica who, without hesitation plopped it in her mouth. It was nothing like Mystica ever tasted! Unlike other melon based puddings which required additive artificial flavors that never quite matched the melons flavor, this pudding tastes exactly like a honeydew! On top of that the green inner part of the honeydew squirted out a pudding juice of the same flavor as Mystica bit into it.
“Oh my god!” Chunks of honeydew pudding dribbled from her mouth as she spoke. “This is the best pudding I’ve ever had!”
“I’m glad you like it! I’ve spent a lot of time and effort getting this machine up and running.” Dr. Güntman walked over to the machine and poked her head into the cylindrical glass tube, waving Mystica to join her. “I use a series of coils and bursts of high-voltage energy to pulse quantum electricity into whatever we place into the chamber to alter its undesirable components.”
Mystica poked her head into the tube along with Dr. Güntman. “I don’t think I’m following.”
Dr. Güntman pointed at the ceiling of the glass tube where large metal wires coiled around some sort of generator. “It’s that thing up there!”
“Oh I think I see it-” Mystica felt somebody shove her from behind as she fell face first into the back glass pane of the tube. A sudden click alerted her to the tube being shut and as she got her bearings and turned around to see Dr. Güntman standing outside of the machine with a wicked grin.
“That wasn’t too hard Mr. Herman. Do you mind standing by the panel and waiting for my signal?” Chris silently nodded as he walked to the side of the machine and rested his hand on the same lever Dr. Güntman used to activate the machine.
Mystica lunged at the glass pane between her and Dr. Güntman, slamming her fists into the hard glass. “Let me out! Hey?!”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that Ms. Mystica. You’ve already signed the contract and this company really needs your cooperation. Without it I, as well as many others, will be out of our jobs.”
“You can’t do this! This is illegal, you'll surely be caught!”
“What are you on about? Per your contract on page thirteen, section seven, sub-section nineteen C: The signatory waves their rights and agrees to become property of Pudzine LLC.” She pulled the contract out from her coat and waved it in front of Mystica, tapping the glass pane with the stack of papers. “And if you bothered to read the contract you would know that you specifically agreed to be both a test subject for the company as well as a production animal for our new line of product.”
“Why’d you go and trick me if this is all legal then!?” Mystica spat out, glaring at the scientist.
“Would you have willingly gotten into this machine knowing this was one-hundred percent legal?” She paused, waiting for a response from Mystica that never came. “I didn’t think so. Mr. Herman! Pull the lever!”
“No!” Mystica screamed out as Dr. Güntman stepped back from the machine and Mr. Herman pulled the switch. High pitched pulses of energy crashed down onto Mystica, the weight gradually pinning her to the cold metal ground of the tube. Just like the honeydew before, she could both feel and see herself melting down. The flesh on her outstretched arms turned to goo as it dripped and splattered beneath her. Eventually she completely lost her shape as bones, organs, flesh, and skin formed a featureless blob of hazelnut color. The electric pulses rattled throughout Mystica’s slime body as she was forced back into her original form. First her head and neck popped free from the pudding mass followed by her arms and legs as her bare body regained its shape. She wobbly held her hand up and peered through the transparent brown flesh, no bone or muscles in sight. Despite having her form back, because she no longer had bones she found it hard to control her gelatin body as she inched her back up the glass tube. Her torso, neck, and head laid limp and bent at an awkward angle while her limbs slowly flailed about. Despite being the same shape, the new form she took felt completely different to move in, let alone exist in.
The tube hissed as it seemed to repressurize followed by a click as Dr. Güntman opened the door to evaluate her work. “Subject seems to still be moving. Are you still conscious Ms. Mystica?” Although the girl now made from pudding couldn’t make any coherent sound she still seemed to be able to respond, slowly flailing her arms around as she attempted to stand herself up. “That’s good. That’s good. It’ll probably take you a couple of weeks to remap full motor controls so we’ll keep a close eye on you. Now,” Dr. Güntman reached out and grabbed Mystica’s right hand, pulling a chunk of her flesh off before putting it in her mouth. Mystica expected there to be some sort of pain as her flesh was torn from her but instead she felt a dull sensation of pleasure linger in the area. “Oh! I knew leaving the flavor up to the database’s algorithm was a good idea! Try some Mr. Herman!”
Mystica watched as Dr. Güntman handed a bit of her flesh to Chris who gingerly put the pudding in his mouth. His demeanor immediately lit up as he swirled the pudding in his mouth. “This is good!”
“I know right!?” Dr. Güntman exclaimed. “It tastes like a creamy caramel with a hint of orange! This is nothing like the other experiments!” Mr. Herman simply nodded in agreement as he shoved his fingers past his lips, suckling the remaining pudding from his fingers. “The board is going to love this!”
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At first Mysitca was kept in Dr. Güntman’s lab as she was tested and experimented on. She was kept in a holding container, just another one of the Doctor’s machinations with a glass container and various locked doors and hatches. Day in and day out Dr. Güntman would rip Mystica’s limbs off, leaving a sensual buzzing in her stumps which she could never do anything about, as she would tinker with them with her various tools and gadgets. The first batch was apparently sent to the board of directors who, as Mr. Herman guessed, absolutely loved the unique flavor that Mystica produced. They wanted to rush the new line out the door as soon as possible so Dr. Güntman proceeded to increase Mystica’s overnight feedings. She was fed a mix of sugar and milk every night which was poured into her container for her body to absorb and regrow its missing mass. With production being pushed by the board her feedings went from a shallow pool of sugary milk to flooding her container with her feed every night, leaving her to soak in it for multiple hours every day.
With the constant loss and regrowth of her limbs Mystica never really had time to get used to her body. She only ever managed to reconstitute enough strength to weakly move her arms and quickly learned how to work her boneless form to speak. She luckily didn’t have to spend too much one on one time with Dr. Güntman as the excessive feeding quickly made her container unfeasible for long term holdings. You see, every night as she bathed in her milky concoction she would indeed regrow her arms and legs but with the added excess of feed her body had no choice but to absorb it through her pudding skin. This added milk mixture caused her to grow larger and larger, eventually growing so tall that her head was forcibly pushed into the top of her glass box. Another side-effect that occurred with the excessive feeding was the sudden jumps in breast growth as the filled with a sort of pudding juice byproduct which even surprised Dr. Güntman. This too was soon repurposed as a new product for Pudzine’s Idol Collection line.
Mystica had no idea how long she had been stuck here, turned into a ‘Pudding Slimegirl’ as Dr. Güntman put it. When she had outgrown her containment unit they had cleared out one of their larger labs and thrown her in there with constant surveillance, even though she couldn’t do much without her limbs nor the dexterity required to maneuver them. They began force feeding her with various tubes, pumping the sweet milk directly into her pudding body as Dr. Güntman proudly announced that their new product would be hitting the shelf. So this was Mystica’s life now. She towered over her captors, probably as tall as your typical house, force fed substance that she’d use to regenerate her lost mass. She sat pressed against the back wall as they plucked flesh from her limbs, industrial milking pumps pulling the thick and viscous pudding juice from her swollen teats. She had quickly given up any attempts to escape as the unceasing pleasant tingling on her stumps and the sensation of gooey pudding juice being forced through her nipples sent her into an endless torrent of body trembling orgasms.
More and more time passed as Dr. Güntman spent less time supervising the project. Through her orgasm fried brain Mystica could occasionally make out what the tiny humans were saying while they tormented her body. ‘The company says sales are up. I even heard we’re all getting bonuses this year!’ ‘The Doctor said we’re going to have another one coming our way once this one’s ran its production line. What do you think they’re gonna do with her?’ ‘Yep, this is the last batch. Doctor’s orders!’ Until one night, the laboratory was empty except for the towering and trembling pudding girl, her gelatinous skin rippling as she shook her torso and head, her only remaining body, no one had bothered to turn on her feeding tubes. She sat in the dark lab, her new unfortunate home, her limbless stumps radiating with sensual tingling as they refused to regenerate.
From then onward only a skeleton crew of workers would come in. Only turning on the breast pumps as they continued to chip away at Mystica’s body. It felt weird, slowly going from limbless to eventually headless and bodyless. Her over productive breasts that last thing remaining as they milked it dry before chipping away at the still sentient tits. It was hard for Mystica to form coherent thoughts, often blacking out as her world became a dark void only filled with the sensation of her nipples being assaulted and that itching, tingling sensation at the back of her breasts where they’d normally attach to her body.
In and out she faded until one day she awoke, crammed in a cold plastic container, as she somehow managed to regain her vision. Where was she? Why was she crammed into a cube shape? Why did her entire body burn with that tingling feeling that tormented for so long?
Her questions were answered as she felt her container being lifted up. “Woah! I thought they discontinued this stuff!”
Discontinued? Why would she be discontinued? But she was never answered, instead being tossed among a pile of other packaged goods; bread, produce, a container of eggs. Was this? Was this what she thought it was? Did her sentience manifest in some random packaged bit of herself? What happened to the rest of her!? This couldn’t be it!? No! But unbeknownst to the man who picked her up from the shelf she silently panicked about her fate, nothing but the last packaged batch of Pudzine Mystica L-Caramel Pudding.
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Here's a short story commissioned by MisterTwister69 as a part of my Milk Bucket subscription tier perks over on Deviantart. Follow the popular streamer girl, Mystica as she accomplishes her dream of collabing with her favorite pudding manufacturing company!
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