Amy groaned and opened an eye. From the limited view she could see her kitchen table, several empty bottles of wine and lots of cooking utensils. The smell of coffee wafted from a mug held in front of her. Her eye followed the length of the arm holding it before reaching the face. She froze. It was a man. It was a man in her kitchen. It was a man in her kitchen and he had horns!

"Good morning Amy." He was dressed in a red suit, and an apron. Her apron.

Her oven timer sounded. He put down the coffee in front of her, turned away, and, without the aid of gloves, pulled a tray of cupcakes from the oven. He laid the tray down on the side and turned back, sitting down on another of the kitchen chairs.

"Now I bet you're wondering what's going on." The man began. "You are Amy Summers, 33 years old, part owner of the bakery in town. My name is Macbeth. You split up with your boyfriend yesterday after catching him cheating. You started drinking wine and baking, not a recommended combination but..." He took a bit out of one of the numerous cupcakes Amy was becoming aware of around her kitchen, "...it has not affected the quality of your creations. You decided that you had had enough of men and were going to become a witch. Therefore you started decorating your cakes with this."

She looked at the proffered confectionery. It was a cake. With an iced pentagram on it.

"I ignored the first one, but you kept decorating more so I turned up, you were very excited and shanghaied me into helping you bake while complaining about men. You eventually passed out hugging an empty bottle. And here we are now."

Amy took a sip of the coffee. It was very good. Certain blurred memories were coming back.

"I summoned a demon through cooking?"

"It's not unusual, but it helps that I was already in the area."

"Um, is there a price to summoning you?"

"There is, but nothing of the sort that will affect your immortal soul. I just want to ask you a question. I just needed to wait until you were sober."

Amy realised she was sober. The coffee had been exceptionally effective.

"What's the question?"

"Would you like to play a game?"

Amy thought for a few seconds "Yes"

"Excellent"

Macbeth clicked his fingers. One wall of the kitchen disappeared, revealing stage lights and shadows. Applause came from the shows. A podium stood with a cake on top of it. A large bag of icing sat next to it.

"I would like you to decorate this cake with a cat made of icing."

"Easy!" Amy boasted.

Macbeth smiled, the audience laughed and Amy realised she had just made a mistake.

"Let's make it a little more difficult then."

He clicked his fingers. Amy's clothes rippled and changed. They shifted over her. She was left wearing a small black backless velvet leotard that was showing a large amount of side cleavage. Cat ears appeared on her head. Oversized cat paws formed like gloves over her hands and feet along with black thigh high stockings. She was dressed like a very sexy cat girl.

"Still think it'll be easy?"

Amy gulped as the audience cheered.

With the cat paws covering her hands, it was like working wearing boxing gloves. She had much difficulty just picking up the bag of icing, a task that resulted in a few blobs on her outfit. After several minutes work the image produced could possibly be described as a cat, if you squinted...turned your head to the side...and looked at a different cake.

Macbeth looked at an embarrassed Amy.

"Oh dear. Well there is one way we could possibly make it look like a cat." He said

"What's that?" She asked before realising she had walked into another trap.

He held the back of her head and pushed her face into cake. It was thick, cream filled and collapsed over her head.

"Make the cat look like it."

Amy lifted her head from the goo and attempted to bat the cream away from her eyes.

"I guess it's time for the punishment."

He held up a cat's tail. It was attached to a butt plug vibrator.

"NYAH!" Amy exclaimed. She bolted, spotting what looked like a cat flap in a door. Her brain caught up with her as she tried to scramble through the flap. Why am I thinking like a cat? She was halfway through when the gap shrank, trapping her as it closed around her waist. She was on all fours, her face and chest on one side, while her legs and crotch were on the other.

"What a naughty Amy, trying to run from her punishment."

"Nyah!" She protested, wriggling her butt.

Amy felt the leotard covering her pussy and arse slide to the side.

"Especially as she's dripping with excitement."

The audience whooped as Amy put her head in her paws. The knowledge that He had triggered several of her fantasies so far was driving Amy mad.

She felt a plastic tip push between her arse cheeks. That's not a butt plug was all she thought as the icing bag was squeezed. She moaned as icing was pushed inside, filling her. It was followed by the bulb of the plug.

She meowed as the tail flopped down between her legs.

"I thought cats liked cream."

Macbeth stood to the side,

"Or perhaps she wants more?"

A series of nozzles appeared around the front of her.

"Nyah!"

Torrents of whipped cream exploded over her head, arms and chest. Unrelenting, they streamed out, coating her in goo. Her arms ineffectively trying to protect herself, she could only ever block two of the nozzles, the others seemingly increasing the spray when she did.The leotard disappeared and cream splattered across her breasts.

Eventually it stopped, and Amy was left dripping in white slop.

SPLAT

Amy felt the impact against her backside. She guessed it was a pie and that it wouldn't be alone. She was right, as pie after pie was spanked against her bottom and smushed against her pussy.

She wriggled under the assault, wishing she could get a hand through to relive the pressure building between her thighs.

She felt her tail being shifted to the side and then.

"Ahh!" She moaned as a dick slid into her tight pussy. She felt hands on her hips and she was soon being pounded from behind.

There was a rumble from the nozzles in front of her, like pressure was building. As she got closer and closer to orgasm, the rumbling seemed to match.

"Yhess!" She gasped as she came, before the nozzles erupted again, creaming her in thick goo. She felt a simultaneous eruption fill her pussy.

The cat flap vanished, and she collapsed to the floor. Cream dripping from all over her.

"I always wonder if a punishment should be so enjoyable."

Amy looked at Macbeth, who might possible have had a hint of cream on his trousers.

She stuck her tongue out and harmlessly swiped out at him with her paws, leaving a white paw print on his trousers.

"Nyah!" She said deliberately.

Macbeth smiled and with a whoosh she suddenly body planted into a huge cake. A vibrator slid into her pussy and a shadow appeared above her. She glanced up as the second layer of cake landed on top of her. Only her face remained free, as the goo compressed her body and somehow glued her down, restraining her movements. The vibrators in her pussy and arse activated. She purred and wriggled in pleasure, all thoughts of her upsetting day before banished by steadily increasing euphoria.