Day 1.

    "Hmmm, your breakfast is quite delicious," Stephanie noted as she poked at the food curiously. "These pancakes are fluffy and perfectly cooked. And you clearly know how to fry an egg."

    "Thank you!" The chef smiled genuinely. Her eyes always sparkled with an excited gleam every time she cooked her patrons food.

    Stephanie had just hired a new personal chef, and one that came with high reviews. Her name was Belle and her specialty was listed as 'food that makes you feel really, really good'. Stephanie thought, at first, that it sounded cheap or unrefined for someone of her class. But being a busy CEO whose seconds were meticulously planned by her secretary, she could use good food that filled her days with joy.

    She could only take so much pleasure in making people's lives miserable.

    "Can I ask, though, what you put in the pancakes?" Stephanie asked, eyeing them curiously. "It's nothing wrong with them, they just taste... different."

    "Ah, that's a secret! But you can say it's a kind of edible... glitter, that I use," Belle answered with a wink.

    Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "An edible glitter? Do you think this is some kind of joke, chef?"

    Belle shook her head, the same smile on her face. "Not at all. I only put enough that it works, but you can't see it. I promise, nothing nefarious in your food. Only the best food for the best businessladies!"

    Stephanie looked even more suspicious, but decided to let the matter drop. Shit. The food was really good. So good that she couldn't bring herself to press the matter further.

    "Anyways, can I take your lunch order so I can get ingredients?"

Day 2.

    Belle had cooked all of Stephanie's meals the day before, and each one was damn delicious. For lunch, she had made the most beautiful ravioli with the most delicate filling Stephanie had ever tried, with a gorgeous salad on the side. And for dinner, Stephanie had the best filet mignon she'd ever tasted. All of it was incredible. She couldn't have hired a better chef.

    And yet, something was off. Something felt... different about her. Stephanie was taking much longer to think, and her speech was studded with 'ums' and 'likes' much more than she would have preferred. She sounded so unrefined, and her fancy friends were beginning to notice -- though once her friends had some of Belle's amazing food, they began to act similarly.

    Even more strangely, every time Stephanie tried to figure out what was going on, her train of thought drifted into a soft, pink cloud. And then she'd do something even worse. She'd giggle.

    "Dinner for today, Miss Stephanie," Belle announced, sliding over a finely prepared lobster onto Stephanie's plate. Stephanie jolted out of her thoughts -- whatever thoughts she had left -- and began eating the seafood eagerly. Belle smiled as she watched. "How is it?"

    "It's, like, um..." Stephanie couldn't think. She just kept eating, scarfing it down like it was fresh air. "It's, um, real good, Belle. You're, like, a really good chef." And then she giggled again. Why was she giggling?

    "Are you, like, sure you can't tell me what's in that... glitter?"

    Belle chuckled. "Of course not. May I make you some creme brulee?"

Day 7.

    Okay. Now things were getting very strange. Stephanie could barely do her job. Looking at her spreadsheets and contracts felt like a blur. Everything felt like a completely different language. She couldn't stay at work for too long -- thinking too hard made her brain hurt. Instead of her 6am to 10pm days, she worked less than three hours a day, and then went off to do more shopping. She had all the money in the world -- she could do it as much as she wanted. Her wardrobe had done a complete 180 from fancy black and blue suits to pink dresses and skirts.

    She could barely hold a conversation without bursting into a fit of giggles. Stringing together a coherent sentence became a rarity. And the most humiliating thing by far -- not that Stephanie could notice -- was how completely horny she felt at all times. Her assistant had to stop Stephanie on multiple accounts from flirting with customers, coworkers, and contractors. Hell, she had to stop Stephanie from flirting with her.

    At least, until a few days later, when her assistant gave up and allowed Stephanie to eat her out in the bathroom.

    All the while, she kept eating the delicious food. She didn't even care what was in it anymore. Stephanie was beginning to flirt with Belle too, and Belle didn't seem to care in the least. In fact, she looked like she enjoyed it.

    One day, Stephanie felt the urge to ask something very strange.

    "So, like, Belly, what do you think of my name?"

    "Hmmm..." Belle put a finger to her chin, looking away from the stove momentarily. "It's nice. But could be a bit more fitting for a stupid bimbo like you."

    "Like, huh?" Stephanie tilted her head. "What do you, like, mean? I'm not stupid!"

    "Okay," Belle smirked. "What's two plus two?"

    "Ummm..." Stephanie tried to think. And then giggled. "Like, twenty two, Belly!"

    Belle's smirk widened. "Of course it is. Bimbo."

    Stephanie didn't protest that time. She laughed again.

    "Y'know, how about we give you a better name? Why don't you go by... Shelly?"

    "Shelly?" Stephanie -- Shelly -- thought for a moment, before a smile crossed her lips. "That's like, a really good idea, Belly!"

    "I know it is."

    Belle finished the meal and put it on the plate. But instead of a meal, she pulled out a gorgeous, pink, delicate strawberry shortcake. "Eat up, Shelly." Belle didn't have to offer. Shelly was already chomping it down eagerly. "Soon enough, we'll make you a bimbo housewife too."