“Ngh…” you groaned as you slowly came to. You didn’t quite catch what your mom had hooked you up to, but you felt… soft. And moist… looking around, everything felt bigger. And you couldn’t see yourself.
“How does it feel, son?” Your mom’s voice startled you as she stood over you! An eager smile on her face making you even more fearful. That look never meant anything good for you…
Trying to answer, you quickly realized… you couldn’t speak! Your mom pursed her lips at your silence.
“Oh, that’s right… can’t exactly talk with what you are now!” She giggled, reaching down and… lifting you?!
“What do ya think?” Mom asked, holding you in front of a mirror, your heart dropping at the sight of your mother holding a delicious looking chocolate birthday cake in her hands…
“Y-you turned me into FOOD?!” You wanted to shout, “T-turn me back! Rig- right now!” But of course your demands went unheard.
“Isn’t this amazing, Austin?” She asked, taking a small lick of your icing with her finger, “I wanted to see how soul-bound food tastes compared to normal food. And I gotta say, that little lick of you was absolutely delicious!” Your mom giggled, “And with the machine needing 24 hours before another swap, and Alayna’s birthday tomorrow… you’re looking to be the main event!” She giggled, much to your abstract terror.
“Y-you’re just gonna… cut me apart and be eaten at my cousin’s birthday?!” You thought, horrified.
“Don’t worry your delicious little cake head about anything, Austin.” Mom assured, “Your whole soul should be spread evenly throughout the entire cake! So as long as even one piece of you is still around, you’ll switch back just fine!” She said with a smile.
“And in the meantime, we’ll be able to see what happens when a previously inanimate thing is granted awareness!” She said, turning to gesture to… your body! “We’ll see how the cake adjusts to being human, and then after the party, I’ll take a piece of you home, switch you back, and then you can enjoy some cake yourself!” Mom said confidently.
“And since you’re not supposed to be out until tomorrow…” Mom hummed, grabbing a plastic cover and putting it over you, “I suppose you can get comfortable, cake boy!” She giggled, playfully teasing you.
“Mom! D-don’t leave me like this!” You tried to say, “I-I don’t wanna be cake! And I don’t want any cake running around in MY body!” Unfortunately, you could only watch your mom walk out of the kitchen and out of your sight.
“Why me…?” You thought dissapointedly, unable to do anything but wait out a long, boring day as a helpless birthday cake…
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