“I-is this really necessary?” Tsukino asked hesitantly from the tabletop. She stood on all fours, naked.

“Yes,” The Manager nodded stoically.

“Don’t worry Tsukino, Kanmuri worked all the bugs out of the yeast! Er... well except for the yeast… but I mean it’s all working now!” Azuma said enthusiastically, holding up a pastry bag.

“Well... if it’s for the store,” Tsukino blushed. She jumped a little as the tip of the nozzle pressed between her cheeks. She winced as it entered her tight backside. As Azuma squeezed, the dough began to fill her up. It felt cold at first, but quickly began to warm her insides. “It’s getting hot!” She gasped.

“It’s starting to work, don’t worry,” Azuma reassured her.

Tsukino curled up on the counter as the heat spread through her body. Panting, she hugged her arms tightly against her belly. She gasped each time as Azuma poked at her side experimentally.

“I think she’s ready,” Azuma said suddenly. Forcefully, he grabbed the girl flipping her over onto her back, splayed across the baking counter.

Tsukino squirmed as she was dusted with flour. Azuma’s hands ran along her sides, spreading it. Tsukino bit her lip. Azuma’s hand almost burned as they touched her changing body. It was starting to feel good, to feel natural. Suddenly she yelped at a pinch on her shoulder. Alarmed, she looked over to Azuma’s hand pushing through her flesh as if it were dough. He easily separated her arm, before moving to her opposite shoulder. She laid there, blushing deeply as he moved on to her legs as well. She watched, a little pensively as he rolled her limbs into a ball and discarded them in an empty pan. His attention came back to her. She squeaked as he pushed into her belly, kneading her doughy flesh. For the first time in her long experience as a baker, she could feel the change taking place. Her body warmed up to his expert touch. She could feel herself softening as the yeast germinated inside her. Several times she was unceremoniously flipped over, and coated with flour at every opportunity. Just when she didn’t think she could stand the stimulation anymore, she was lifted and dumped into a rounded bowl. She lay there panting, her entire body alive with a burning tingle.

“Once she’s done we can finish up!” Azuma declared.

“It’s time for lunch,” Ken noted.

“Oh, okay, see you later Tsukino!” Azuma waved.

“Tsukino you want anything?” The manager asked seriously.

“Ah...” Was all Tsukino answered, awash in the sensations. She was left alone to ferment in the hot kitchen. The air teased her from the outside, while her own heat continued to build within. After awhile she noticed herself sinking down into the bowl. She wiggled a little as she lost her shape. Her body quickened, shrinking down into the lump of dough in the bowl. As the time passed she was only aware of the simplest feelings, the tepid air, the cold metal tub slowly taking on her own warmth that built inside her as she rose.

“Ah you’re ready Tsukino!” Azuma said excitedly.

She hadn’t noticed him returning, her senses blocked by the pan. The memory of his hands on her body came to the front of her mind. The lump of dough blushed at the thought of being kneaded again. With some chagrin, Tsukino realized she was already thinking like a piece of bread.

Azuma separated her again, lifting what remained of Tsukino out of the pan. He held up a round piece of dough, proudly displaying Tsukino’s vagina as its only feature. He dropped it on the counter with a heavy thump.

Tsukino gasped at the shock of pleasure from the impact. Her earlier thoughts came true as Azuma’s hands cupped her firmly and began to push and knead her reduced form. She pushed outwards, under the fingers, the natural actions of warming dough taking over her will. In her warmth induced haze a new sensation emerged. She could feel herself being spread open. She moaned as her lips were pulled, past any normal amount, until she was nearly inside out. The dough visibly darkened at the thought of Azuma looking down into her flagrantly exposed sex, but he only proceeded with his usual enthusiasm. Another new sensation stuck her abruptly, as Azuma pressed a handful of bean paste into her open slit. She was stuffed, little by little. She could feel the foreign element inside her, taking up every tiny piece of space.

Azuma held his bun up to the light, before nodded in satisfaction. He laid her gently on a baking sheet.

Tsukino gasped as she was glazed, the brush swiping across her tiny rounded form. She glistened in the light of the kitchen as she was carried to the oven. As the door closed she could feel the heat building around her even greater than before. She couldn’t do anything, even as she tried to retreat from the immense stimulation. She could feel her body drawing tighter around her filling. She firmed up even as the bean jam heated inside her. All of a sudden she was awash in cool air. The transition sent her over the edge, waves of gratification numbing any remaining resistance she had. The insignificant bun quivered on the tray as she was carried to the front of the store.

***

Kuroyanagi tapped his foot impatiently. His arms across his chest, he glanced suspiciously around the Pantasia storefront. “Is there a particular reason you dragged me down here?”

“I wonder...” The manager said disinterestedly.

“I don’t have time for your foolishness...” The expert complained.

“It’s done!” Azuma declared proudly emerging from the back, Kawachi following after him.

Kuroyanagi blinked at the bakers. “What’s this suppose to be?” he asked crossly.

“It’s the new recipe that’ll put Pantasia at the top,” The manager declared with an approving thumb.

Kuroyanagi looked down at the little anpan shrewdly. Hesitantly he plucked her off the tray, taking in her sweet aroma deeply. He rubbed his thumb along a lip, still swollen from the heat of the oven. Gingerly, his licked along her opening, tasting her freshness mixed with the hint of sweet bean flavor. Regarding her for a moment, he slipped a finger between her lips. He could feel the little bun quivering around the blissful intrusion. Pulling it out, he licked the hot bean jam from his finger.  Lifting the bread to his mouth, he tasted her.

Patterns danced across the golden field of grain. The track of the wind was clear as it moved past. The young owner of Pantasia stood in the center of the waiting harvest, her hair dancing. She tilted her head, looking over, drawing her hand along her cheek. Her smile glowed warmly, as brilliant as the shimmering fields.

Kuroyanagi looked around the small bakery, everyone hanging on his response. “What do you call this?” He asked.

“Tsukino-pan!” Azuma smiled.

“I see...” Kuroyanagi said thoughtfully, placing the bread back on the tray. “The natural body heat keeps her and her filling warm indefinitely. A bread that will stay fresh forever.”

“Yep,” Azuma beamed, going to the front counter.

“Winner, Pantasia!” Kuroyanagi announced.

“This isn’t a contest!” Kawachi rebutted, interrupting the cheers.

Tsukino was placed under the heat lamps in the front display case. She wriggled just slightly under the warm light.

“I’ll go make the rest!” Azuma said, rushing off to the kitchen.

The manager nodded approvingly, “We’ll need more. We can’t actually sell Tsukino after all.”

“...of course not,” Kuroyanagi agreed, after an ambiguous pause.

The bun pinked just a little, knowing that from now on many people would be coming to sample Tsukino flavor.