“Maybe…” you say, a little nervous and embarrassed at first, “Maybe you could make me dessert.” You study her face to see how she reacts to your proposition. Instantly her face lights up.

“That’d be so much fun!” She says, bright eyed and grinning. “What do you want for me to make?” She asks. It takes you a moment to understand the question. She misinterpreted you… she thinks you want her to make dessert for you, not make you her dessert. It’s probably better if you don’t correct her… things will happen between you in their own time.

“I don’t know. What do you know how to make?” You ask. You’re not particularly hungry for dessert, but at this point you feel like you need to play along.

“Have you ever had my famous dessert?” She asks, excited.

“I didn’t even know you had a famous dessert.” You say. Truth be told, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Emily eat anything other than another human. Her face lights up even further, getting a little red in the cheeks, as she grabs you by the hand and starts to lead you back inside.

“It’s settled then, we’re making Emily’s Famous Dessert!” She says.

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Inside her kitchen, she has pulled out a notebook with the recipe written in it and has donned a white apron over her seductive clothing. You already got to see what was underneath that clothing earlier tonight in the shower… those luscious breasts and curves that you used to be able to call your own… you wonder if you will get a second chance later tonight.

“I can’t show you the recipe because it’s a secret.” She says with a smirk, “but you can help get it started.” You nod and await instructions. Emily reaches in to one of her cabinets and pulls out a massive bowl, like a punch bowl, but double the size.

“That’s huge!” You exclaim. “I’m not that hungry.”

“The portions are big… it’s what the recipe calls for.” She explains. “Besides, it’s so good… and I can always find people who want the leftovers.” You still look a little skeptical, but she reassures you. “I’ve wanted to make this for so long!”

“Alright,” she dictates from the recipe, “we need six eggs, a quart of milk and two cups of sugar.” You nod and begin to assemble the ingredients. “Once you have those, mix them together in the bowl… I’ll get the oven started.” You comply.

Mixing the ingredients in such a huge bowl seems like a ridiculous task. You can’t imagine what you’re going to put into this bowl to make this dessert… it’s practically the size of a bathtub!

“Alright, what’s next?” You ask Emily, while you’re still mixing the ingredients.

“Let’s see…” she says…