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There is nothing quite like the experience of giving someone the ultimate thrill in sensual and delectable delights. My new form allows me all sorts of opportunities for others to indulge in vices that may not seem so seemly among the civilized races. Of course, when the authorities told me to provide an account of just how my body works and just what I feel, I couldn't help myself but write it all down.

The judge they sent my way paid me handsomely, and she was quite a lovely lady. She looked to be one who would enjoy a sweet treat, with the gentle pudge of one who does not deny herself. When she arrived, I kept myself hidden, leaving a note for her to enter into my room for special guests. Inside the room, she was instructed by another note to disrobe at her leisure, which she took quite readily.

That was when I stepped through the double doors of the kitchen, my hands high in the air. My fashionable side betrayed me, as I produced a lovely little candied sheer dress that did nothing to hide my anatomy from her. Her eyes lit up at the sight of me, and I giggled, sliding readily into her lap. I draped my arms over her shoulders and I leaned in, whispering into her ear. "Go ahead, I'm made specifically for you."

Like many others, she started slowly enough, peppering little kisses over my lips, flavored blueberry this time, before moving down to my neck. I let her hear the sounds of pleasure as I tightened my grip upon her shoulders, knowing what was to come next. She took her hands over my body, the warmth of her form melting away at my outermost layer. She pulled her hand back, looking to the smudges with concern. I giggled and urged the fingers to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around one finger, and hummed in delight. I then provided her my own fingers, wiggling them playfully.

She suckled upon them for a bit, but I urged her own with a soft coo. She closed her eyes, her heart increasing when she took her teeth and bit down, breaking off my fingers with a delightful CRUNCH.

I gasped, but let the feelings of delight wash over me. She excused herself a moment and pushed me aside, walking over towards the back of the room. Many people worry when they take their first bite, after all. I slid over towards the bed, lifting off my night dress and sliding onto the mattress, letting my melting body stain the sheets. I told her not to worry, and with a gulp, she turned around, her eyes lighting up.

She climbed atop of me like a beast possessed. A respected lady of our society, no matter how debauched, has certain standards and taboos she is not allowed to break, but that moment there, she realized the loophole I provided and sunk her teeth deep into my neck.

With a wild animal abandon, she tore the chocolate flesh away, and an arterial spray of syrup shot over her face and chest.

I gasped, staring up at her with a smile over my face, my hands raising up weakly to caress her. She grabbed onto my arm and tore it right from my shoulder, letting the syrup ooze from me and onto the bed.

I let out delightful squeals, watching as she feasted upon my appendage. My eyes fluttered, my head got light. It's all part of the performance, after all.

With her face drenched in chocolate, she licked her lips and tossed my arm aside, laying upon me and kissing me wildly. I tasted chunks of my own sweet cake filling on her tongue, and she had a taste of my tongue as well, tearing it right out of my mouth and filling the space with more of my oozy center.

Once someone becomes such an insatiable beast for my body, I slowly lose more and more of my faculties, becoming a groaning, writhing mess. It is the total submission towards the customer, and there is nothing quite like it in the world. She moved down along my body, taking out chunks as she liked, but at that point, I was just a cool, inanimate husk, waiting to be consumed once more.

My spirit, once so freed from the chains of the physical form, flies to the next form. In most cases, it makes its way to my original station, and soon, my wooden, armature body entered the chamber, clapping my hands together and giggling with glee as I watched her go at my chocolate form.

Soon enough, she pulled herself free from the unfinished dessert and swallowed the last bit she had consumed. Down her chin and body, pinks and browns and blues and other various flavors stained her, making her an artwork dedicated to the macabre. She wiped her chin and shook her head, trembling.

I sat next to her, placing my hand over her shoulder and offering her a napkin. I asked if there was any concern about the whole affair, but she simply shook her head and sat up, returning to her normal composed state.

What she told me was that the experience was a relief upon her senses, a way to return to some forgotten primal animal hunger, and one that should be enjoyed in the privacy of polite company only.

I agreed wholeheartedly. To create a new chocolate body required quite some time and resources. Only the richest of clients could afford such an experience. I showed her towards the wash room where she could clean herself and prepared the rest of the old body for future snacks at her convenience.

As you can no doubt tell by this writing, no one is harmed in these procedures, and, I must admit, I find the total lack of control exhibited by my clients to be quite a pleasurable experience, indeed. If you fear there is harm done, let my account tell you otherwise.

I certainly hope to meet each and every one of you for a session!

-Baker