Swing Batter Batterwitch(Homestuck Tg)

They had tried to make their small cake shop work, but the truth was they just never had great product, their recipes fine, but never anything that could compete with the local shops or even Carvel. That's what brought Jake to the seedy lair of the H.I.C., a legendary baker and power house in her own right, rumored to be the real Betty Crocker who whether out of pity or business opportunity always offered to help struggling bakeries, though few were desperate enough to accept her poisoned gifts. Sadly he most certainly was, just happy to have an avenue out of debt even if it meant selling his business to the baking devil, all her contracts binding and signed in red frosting.

Thorough as the rumors said, he didn't even meet her, papers delivered to him by her underlings, a phone book sized contract that he was definitely not going to thoroughly read. In the back was where he signed, under a special recipe from the looks of it. That at least intrigued him, a list of bizarre ingredients and some random symbols written in gold and red text while he signed, the last line of text catching him off guard as he read it.

"By reading above recipe and signing below, said owner agrees to have their store brought into the Betty Crocker empire and to become the earthly vessel of Her Imperious Condescension as listed in page 314 subsection c. Jake stopped signing immediately, yet the ink kept moving, the rest of his name flowing out onto the paper even though the pen used to sign it was not even touching the page.

"What the fuck?!" The assistants began to chatter, smiling at him as he began to feel queasy, something not quite right in his core and spreading.

"Urgh, h-help, f-feels like something fishy's going on heh... Wait I didn't mean to say that! H-)(ey! What'd you slimy morays do to, to your QU-E-EN?!"

The ink from the contract was flowing off the pages, rubbing into his skin as black corruption spread, a euphoric sense of power spreading in the inkiness. All imperfections were swallowed by the ink, the perfect darkness even spreading to his hair, his scared cries distorting as his throat was swallowed, his blonde hair mixing with the black to floof out a dark grey.

"A)(! A)(!"

don't you want to feel betta, be betta

The voice radiated his mind, distorting it, overtaking his feared whimpers to match its low but feminine tones.

why swim with the minnows when you could B-E one a the sharks

There was too much power flowing through his body, pressure mounting as his blackened nipples grew swollen with sweet darkness, pleased cries ramping up as his chest billowed out into perky tits.

feels good doesnt it, bein betty crocka is who you were meant to be. can't you F-E-EL it in your bones, MA BON-ES

He did, millennia of perfect baking recipes slotting into his brain, each one raising the pleasure, his features curdling, nose melting, lips and eyes now just purple accents against the black canvas of his face as his ears stretched out to tri pointed shapes, a perfect match for ha favorite shape, TRID-ENTS!

"O)()()( FUCK Y-E-E-ESSS~" More knowledge than his puny human mind could handle continued flowing in, the top of his forehead bulging with knowledge, two red horns piercing through his skull to make room for her dark recipes. The pain was euphoric to his shifting priorities as his clothes dissolved into little more than purple lines across his skin, gold bands wrapping around his shrunken arms and ankles.

")(MMM is that a worm i see between my legs or just bait" He smiled at that, his cock silhouetted and erect, though the way it blended in with the plump black flesh of his thigh it might as well have not been there. So she decided it shouldn't be.

)(-ER regal lips sprouted under the hard shaft, ecstatic cries of her emergence ringing through the halls of her underground bakery, both balls slurped up and pounded into tuna fish. she couldn't stop herself from cumming, finding no room for this vessel's old masculinity as she R-EL-EAS-ED it all in glorious spurts as her bottom lips swallowed the bait, sucking the tip of it in and driving it D-E-EP within her fresh pussy. the small piece of jake still left in her gave in to the ecstasy wanting to be consumed as )(.I.C. took ova completely.

"oh yes now that is much betta. mmm i feel QU-E-ENLY, W)(OL-E!" with a flick a her wrist a gold trident with red barbershop pole stripin appeared in her grip, her other hand snappin for the servants to bring her all a the financial documents she'd need.

"now... lets BAK-E!" the betty crocka cookin empire would not be stopped.