literature

Morning Coffee at the VennCafe

Deviation Actions

grapehyacinth's avatar
Published:
34.6K Views

Literature Text

A Trust Machines Story

(Food TFs, Coffee TF)
By grapehyacinth


“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.

“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”

Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”

“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”

Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”

Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee bean? Then they grind you up and make the coffee out of you!”

Pondering this, Rob grew silent.

Surprised at Rob's lack of response, Mona jumped up, incredulous. “Rob, are you actually scared of one of my ideas?” Usually Rob was the one with the crazy transformation suggestions. He was what some people called a 'gastro', or a person who liked to be turned into food (using the Venn, or "Trust" Machines) and consumed. Originally Mona had liked to be food, but the idea of actually being eaten had scared her until Rob had gently encouraged her to try it. He had turned her into the lightest of pastries, which she felt wonderful as. And when Rob had bitten into her crusty layers, splaying pieces of her onto the plate, well, she never looked back.

“What do you think going through a coffee grinder would be like?”

“Oh, Rob,” she scoffed. “You know if you're transformed in a Venn Machine you can't be hurt or killed in your new form. You know that! I mean, my God, you've been digested! You're worried about being ground up?”

“Hmm,” he said. “My cousin knows a guy who was turned into a turkey and had his head cut off. Then he was cooked and eaten for Thanksgiving dinner. Apparently it was awesome. So, I guess being ground up as a coffee bean can't be that bad.”

“I bet it would feel amazing, actually,” Mona responded dreamily. She finished up her cereal and placed the bowl in the sink. She could not wait to hit the Venn Machine.



Rob met Mona outside the Trust Motel. He wished after lunch he could hit the motel's Venn Machine for a 'quickie', like being transformed into an apple or a nice blueberry pie. Ah, turning into a pie...just sitting there, all crusty and fruity, snuggled in a pie plate...bliss for a gastro like him!

“Hey, Tracy at work says VennCafé is awesome! She said she was a fruit basket for a week there, and little by little, people ate her, and she was in all these places at once–”

Mona continued to babble excitedly as they entered the motel. “To VennCafé, the first restaurant of its kind” read a placard perched on top of an easel. They followed the arrows that indicated where to go, and there, looking like any normal restaurant, was VennCafé.

“VennCafé: Eat Your Friends!” proclaimed a red neon sign.

VennCafé was more of a cafeteria than restaurant. It had several different sections, and one apparently would select what items they wanted, place them on a tray, and bring them to the register to buy. Then the customer could dine at a large gathering of tables.

“I never had to pay to eat someone before,” Rob whined.

“Hey, they have to make their money somehow here. And you can't beat the selection!” Mona stared at the different areas in amazement. “Asian”, “salad bar”, “Italian”, “Mexican”, “desserts”, and “drinks” were just some of them. “And we'll make a lot of people happy! People just like us!” she giggled at the sight of a large baked Alaska at the dessert bar. She wondered if it was male or female.

“You want to eat here? Fine with me,” Rob grabbed up a tray and handed one to her.

A young woman in a red apron approached them, a welcoming smile on her face. “Welcome to the VennCafé! I'm Leslie. Have you been here before?”

“Not yet,” Rob uttered.

“Well, you're aware–”
“This is all Venned people. Yes,” Mona said.

“Well, most of it. Everything's marked, and the people that want to be identified have a sign in front of them. Like,” she walked them towards the salad bar, picking up a card in front of the lettuce. “This is Sam. He's a thirty-one-year-old paralegal, and he's got a day off, so he turned into our lettuce for us. He says,” she squinted to read the writing, “ 'put some of the feta cheese on me. It's Emma, my girlfriend. We taste good together.' How cute is that?”

Mona glanced at Rob lovingly. “I think I'll have some Sam and Emma. Maybe with some,” she picked up a card in front of the onions, “Milly.” She grabbed up a salad bowl and filled it to the brim.

“Hey, are the bowls people?” Rob asked, picking one up curiously.

“Sometimes. We do get people who choose to be silverware, plates, or what have you. But they would be marked. According to state law, it has to be marked if it's really a person. And, if you see this purple sticker,” she pointed to one near a tasty-looking scone named Dora, “it means that you need to return to the Venn Machine after you eat her. She doesn't want to go...all the way.”

“All the way?” gulped Mona, her eyes on her husband. “You mean?”

Rob nodded. Mona liked to be eaten, digested, and then changed back. She refused to go further. And, after one 'going all the way' occurrence himself, Rob had agreed. The toilet bowl experience was not his thing.

“Yes, I know. It's not for everyone,” Leslie admitted. “To each his own, I say.

“Now, the things that aren't people, like the bowls, have these red stickers on them.” Leslie picked up a bottle of salad dressing and pointed out a red circle with “NP” on it. “NP. Not a person,” she explained. She flipped over a bowl to display a red circle painted on the bottom. “Many of the drinks aren't people, you'll also find.”

Mona's eyes lit up. “Maybe we can help with that! Can we come back tonight and be coffee?”

“Sure, if you're free tomorrow too. Most people will want you in the morning.”

“But she wants to be a coffee bean,” Rob added. “Can they do that?”

“Hmm. Probably. Let me find out. I'll be right back.”

Rob went to the Mexican station and got the last taco. Her name was Stephanie, a waitress, and she couldn't wait to be digested, said the card. There was also no purple sticker in sight, which he was not sure whether to be relieved about or not. Well, if that's what Stephanie wanted, it wasn't like he'd know the difference. “Well, Stephanie, you'll get your wish in minutes, and I'm damned jealous. I'll be at work, and you'll be... in my tummy. Enjoy.”



As Rob and Mona ate, greatly impressed with their tasty meal, Leslie came running back. “We'd love to have you! Come around ten or so, so we can change you and process you. That is such an great idea I might want to do it myself! I was soda the other day, and, oh my gosh, being a bubbly beverage is so amazing!”

Rob smiled knowingly at his wife, then turned back to Leslie. “Are you new here, Leslie?”

“Well,” she gulped, “I'm relatively new with the gastro front. I used to like to turn into clothes and be worn. Then one day I was a lollipop...oh, my God. Have you ever been a lollipop?”

“Ever been an ice cream cake?” Mona asked slyly.

Leslie squealed delightedly.

“Rob likes to be pizza,” Mona added with a wink. “He's the best pizza I ever had in my life.”

“You know what they say about Venn desserts,” Leslie motioned towards the dessert area.

“It's all true. Venned people taste better than the real thing. The best foods I've had are my wife,” Rob noted. Mona grinned.


At ten sharp, Rob and Mona found themselves standing with an excited group of people at the VennCafé. “Hey, guys!” said a familiar voice.

“Claire! How are you?” said Rob, greeting the motel's 'carrier'. Claire was always on hand to help motel patrons with the Venn Machine.

“Okay, you, Mona?”

“Oh, great. We finally decided to join you guys for breakfast,” Mona said.

Claire tapped at a cart pushed to the side of the group. “Then this will be your ride back to the motel. There's too many of you to carry,” she smiled. “And I can't wait until you guys are done, because I'm going to join you. They're going to have a very tasty quiche on the menu tomorrow.” She blushed.

“Hmm. That would be nice,” Rob pointed out. “We should try that, Mona.”

Mona moaned in enthusiastic agreement.

“I heard you guys are going to make us some coffee?” Claire pulled out a list from her pocket as she spoke.

“Well, we're going to each be a bean. So we'll be joining your coffee.”

“Awesome!” Claire counted up the crowd. “Good. Everyone's here. Now before we hit the machine, hand me your cards if you want to be identified to the customers.” Several people did. Rob and Mona did not. They wished to remain anonymous – it was more fun that way.

“Now, I have a list here of you all. I do need to know, as is customary, who is going all the way?”

“We'd rather not,” Rob replied. Surprisingly, no one else answered.

“Oh, but you're the coffee, Rob. That's a tough one.”

Rob and Mona glanced back and forth at each other. “Rob, I really don't want to,” Mona murmured. “I'm not ready for that...yet...”

“It's fine. I'm not into it either. Can you do separate pots or something, Claire?”

“We could do that. That's a big hit with dieters. You change back before they get the calories. It's a win-win situation.”

Rob and Mona agreed, and Claire juggled the cards in her hand. “Then it's settled. Let's get Venned!”



“First up. Wayne and Martha. We're turning you into eggs, and then we'll crack and scramble you.”

A bulky man and woman stepped up. “Oh, yeah!” the man vigorously.

“Into the machine with you!” Claire ushered them over.

Wayne waved his wife in. “Ladies first!” he shouted.

“Please don't crack me when you take me out,” were Martha's last words before she became a very shapely egg.

When Claire retrieved the woman-turned-egg, she held her out for Wayne to see. “Man, she came out awesome!” Wayne cried, inspecting his wife.

“Careful! Don't crack her!” Claire warned. “Your turn!”

Another 'yeah' came from the machine just before the door closed. Wayne was instantly reduced to a companion egg for his wife. Claire tucked them carefully in an empty egg carton and put them in the cart.

One giggling girl became a perfect fruit tart next. Rob studied her as she joined the egg-couple in the cart. “Look at the artistry! Her fruit top is perfectly symmetrical!”

Claire agreed. “Amazing what these machines can do, huh?”

Soon after, the cart was filled with cereals, breakfast meat, juice, and a nice round of cheese.

“There's another group coming in at eleven to be croissants, more cereal, juice, and...I heard someone wants to be a cow to provide fresh milk.”

“That's really cool,” said the last remaining woman besides Mona and Rob. She soon was a loaf of bread.

“Mmm. She smells wonderful!” Claire cried, giving her a gentle poke. The bread bounced back, and Claire laughed. “I can tell you that felt very good to her!” she said, placing her in the cart. “And look at this...Michelle, I think her name was? She spattered a bit–” she scooped a bit of oatmeal off the cart and placed it in her mouth. “Oh,” she rolled her eyes in delight. “This girl is delicious oatmeal!” She smacked her lips and swallowed. “My dear Michelle, if only you could taste yourself!”

Rob and Mona stepped up next. “Okay, guys. My manager says since it's just the two of you, we'll make you into enough for one cup of coffee. We'll add some beans to you, grind you up, and brew you into one cup. Then, whoever drinks you will go to the Venn Machine and change you back. Okay?”

“Yup. Rob first,” Mona proclaimed.

Rob walked over to the machine. “See you in the Java!” he chuckled slightly nervously. The door closed behind him, and soon Claire brought a plastic sandwich bag over to his wife.

“There's your hubby!” she tittered, poking at the small brown coffee bean through the plastic.

Mona studied it in awe. Even to this day, it fascinated her that these machines could take a six-foot man and change him to...anything! The other day Rob had become a mini-cheesecake. And he had tasted so heavenly she had rued the fact that she had not made him full-sized...

“Hey, baby. I bet you feel great!” she whispered into the bag. “Here I come!”

Mona walked into the Venn Machine and the door closed behind her. The wait for Claire to program the machine took only seconds, and then Mona changed.

Suddenly becoming a small round object was indeed disorienting. It wasn't as if this was her first change, but at the same time, she had never been this small. She felt comfortable in this form, however – she was round and compact. It almost felt as if she had curled in on herself tightly and gotten stuck in that position.

She sat on the floor helplessly until she was scooped into a bag. Her hard side had clunked against something else, and though she couldn't see as a bean, she could safely assume it was Rob beside her.

They were wheeled to the kitchen of the VennCafé, where the grinder awaited them.



“Guys, not that you can answer me, but I'm John, the cook. I'm adding some other beans to you, and then you're getting ground. And you'll love it. Don't be scared. It's almost as good as being chopped up in a Cuisinart.”

Mona felt as if there was weight all around her round form, and she realized it was simply the other beans. Then she was falling.

“Enjoy!” the cook cried, and there was a jiggling and grinding...

She was being twisted and crushed, and it was strangely nice. She hoped Rob felt the same way. The constant pressure was forcing her into smaller and smaller pieces, but she could feel each one. Even though she was mixed in with other pieces of beans and Rob, she could locate and feel in each miniscule part of her new form, and she could not wait to be brewed.

“Here comes the water!” John told them.

The boiling water felt like a pleasant warmth as it surrounded her. It sucked out her juices, and her tantalizing aroma filled the air. She was in the coffee grounds, but she was also falling into the pot below as freshly brewed coffee. And it was nice to know that the coffee was not just her; it was Rob too. They were merged, and it was quite cozy.



As she finished brewing, she could hear John working on the others in the kitchen. Right now he was talking to the first couple, Wayne and Martha. She heard him crack them open, and she could only imagine how that would feel. She made a note to try it at some point with Rob at home.

“I added some milk to you guys before I scrambled you. You'll cook up fluffier.” She could hear them being mixed, and then there was a sizzle as they hit the frying pan. “Yes, yes,” John was mumbling. “You guys are coming out great. Just the right consistency. Damn, I'm jealous. My friend made me an egg once and he hard-boiled me...Man, the build-up there as you're cooking...Damned awesome...”

Mona had lost track of time. Before she knew it, she was swirling around in a pot while her grounds had been tossed in the garbage. She could still feel them, which was confusing, but she was mostly coffee, together with her husband. She wished she could speak to him as they in essence shared the same liquid form. The whole was highly erotic to her. She would have to try to merge with him again in the future. Or maybe she'd be a cake and he the frosting...whatever...

“Good Morning, everyone. The first lucky customer will get a cup of Mona and Rob here,” John proclaimed, setting out their coffee pot. Mona grew slightly annoyed as she had wished to remain anonymous, but hopefully no one was listening too closely.



...And she was being poured. It felt like she was sliding down a waterslide, and then she was sloshing around in a cup... “I'll take Rob and Mona here, plus a little piece of that quiche...Claire, was it?” asked their purchaser.

“Claire,” said a girl at the register. “She works here.”

“She makes a sexy quiche. I'll relish her.”

“You know, she looks so good, I might try some of her later. Cash or credit, sir?”



She was going to be drunk! Other than the actual act of transforming, she always loved this part the most. The anticipation...any minute she would be consumed...There it was! First the man took a tentative sip. “Mmm, you guys are the best coffee I ever had!” he exclaimed in surprise. She felt the cup tip over, and more of her flowed past the man's lips. She and her silent husband pooled in his mouth, the man's taste buds sampling their flavor. With a jolt, she was being swallowed, flowing down the man's throat in a wonderful rush, careening down through his body...It was odd how, claustrophobic as she was in human form, in food form she loved being surrounded on all sides by intestine, stomach, or wherever she happened to be in the body...

And yet they would be in his stomach in a bit... Mona hoped he would get to the Venn Machine as soon as possible.

He had started to eat Claire; Mona could feel pieces of food interrupting her liquidy form. And he was taking his sweet time...Minutes went by, and she was being digested, minerals leaching from her and her husband....More and more of her was becoming part of this man's body, while the remainder was flowing lower...

Get to the machine, mister! Quick!

But obviously Claire was too good to leave any over, and he went back and purchased the rest of her. He gorged himself on her, and the minutes dragged painfully on...

“Mm, Claire, Rob, and Mona, you all tasted so good. Thanks so much. Now let me get to the machine. I'm not looking to put on more weight now.”

His words were muffled, but Mona was just able to hear them, and she was relieved. It was only a matter of time...

The man's cell phone rang.

Oh, no.... Mona was getting lower and lower....

“Gotta go. I promised to Venn these people back. Yup, I was at the Café. Damn, Rachel, you need to try it. Never had such good food. I swear, being transformed into food makes the person taste so...I don't know, all the taste is like...magnified...”

When Mona heard the Venn Machine door close, she was happier than she had been in a while. She'd come perilously close to being someone's urine. And that was just too disgusting for her to fathom.



“I'm Claire, and this is Mona and Rob.”

“Sorry, Claire. I guess you wanted to be eaten by a bunch of people, but you were so good, that I had to finish you.”

Claire blushed. “That's okay. How was the coffee?”

The man chuckled. “Well, Mona, Rob, you gave me a caffeine kick. At least I'm still feeling your effects there. Thanks.”

The man walked off, and Claire turned to them. “I wasn't expecting to turn back this early. I guess I'll go see if they need any other food right now. I'm feeling like...maybe being a French cruller or a sugar donut now. Want to join?”

Mona glanced at Rob. “Maybe not now. I'm still a bit freaked out by having a stranger eat me. I was this close to 'going all the way'. I'd rather just stick to having Rob change me for now.”

“Works for me. We're always here for you if you change your mind. Or if you just want the best tasting meal ever!”

“Especially if it's you,” Rob said. “You must have been one delicious quiche, Claire!”

“I was spinach and cheddar! How bad could anyone be when they're that?” Claire giggled. “See ya!” she sprinted off to the motel, leaving Mona and Rob to themselves.

“Turn me into an angel food cake, Rob,” Mona instructed. “Now. I want to be something... fluffy.”

“Okay..”

“Then squeeze me. A lot.”

Rob stepped into one side of the machine, and Mona the other.

She came out quite nicely, and Rob took her home in his hands. For hours, he squeezed and compressed the cake like it was clay. Then he took a bite, and let it melt on his tongue.

                                                                                                                                               

Let him eat cake, Mona laughed to herself. As long as he went to the Venn Machine when he was done...

So here it is, the promised coffee TF.  Sorry it took a bit.  I have a bit of a backlog here.

Inanimate TFs / Food TFs:  coffee bean TF/ coffee TF, egg TFs (scrambled, boiled), quiche TF, fruit tart TF, bread TF, oatmeal TF, pastry TF, angel food cake TF
Already TF'd- scone, cheesecake, baked Alaska, cereal, juice, breakfast meat, fruit basket, salad / lettuce, feta cheese, onions, taco
also: contains Merging, crushing

Rob and Mona return again in My Chocolate Valentine and Doggie Dinner (aka Patty's Revenge)

If you'd like to read about Rob's cousin's friend who was turned into a Thanksgiving turkey, check out Trust Machines - Over the Top 2by clancy688
© 2014 - 2024 grapehyacinth
Comments40
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
HowDoIPickAName's avatar
i'd be lovely strawberry jelly